by Lulu Pratt
“I needed time to think,” I yelled back. “Not everything is about you.”
“No, but this was about my mother’s life, you asshole, and you left me in the dark,” she growled. “And to think, for five seconds I thought that you and I had a future. I thought that you cared about me in some way.”
“You are so damn frustrating,” I screamed back. “You don’t stop for two seconds to think about the fact that I’m still here, which probably means I care about you. Otherwise I could be five hundred thousand dollars richer right now and on my way back to Indiana where the people are fucking normal!”
We both stopped for a second, breathing heavily and staring at each other, anger flowing through both of our bodies. Our eyes latched, and I rushed forward, grabbing her by the face and kissing her passionately. She responded instantly by wrapping her arms around my neck. I walked her backward into the room and kicking shut the door behind me. Immediately we both started to tear at each other’s clothes, my mouth pressed on her skin, licking her neck, listening to her angry gasps of pleasure. I kicked off my shoes and reached for her blouse, not feeling like dealing with the buttons. I grabbed it and ripped it open, pausing as she looked down and then shook her head, jumping into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist as she pulled off the remnants of her shirt and dropped her bra on the floor.
I pushed my tongue into her mouth and groaned as we moved to the bed, hitting the foot of it and falling onto the covers. I pulled my shirt over my head and undid my belt, watching as she slid her panties off, leaving her little jean skirt on, pushed up around her waist. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and hopped around until finally flinging them off. I pulled my cock out of my boxer briefs and watched as she sat up and wrapped her lips around it.
“Fucking suck that dick,” I roared, grabbing her by the back of the head and bouncing her back and forth on it.
She gasped for air and then picked up her head, grabbing me around the neck and pulling me down on top of her.
“One second,” she said as she leaned over to the nightstand. She opened the drawer and tossed a condom at me.
“I discovered these ones a few weeks ago. I guess they hoped that we would get it on everywhere.”
She shoved her hand between her legs and grabbed my sheathed cock, roughly pushing it into her. I put my hands on either side of her and slammed inside, listening to her scream out in pleasure. I fucked her harder and harder, the anger, lust and rage all winding into a tight ball in my stomach.
“Harder,” she screamed as I reached up and pulled her hair, tilting her head back.
I put my other hand on her waist and railed her, fucking her so hard the bed hit the wall over and over again. She reached up and held onto the metal bed frame, pulling her legs up to my sides. Our bodies slapped together, filling the room with a chorus of sweat, anger and fucking. I pulled my cock out of her and she sat up in the bed, digging her nails into my chest. It was fucking hot, raw, and I didn’t give a shit what the repercussions were. I wanted to come, and I wanted to feel her come all over my cock. Just thinking about it aroused me even more and I pulled her up off the bed.
I pushed her back to the wall and flipped her around, pulling her hips out and pushing her face forward. She put her palms flat against the wall and screamed out as I slapped her ass hard and rammed my cock deep inside her. I reached up and grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her hips with the other and started thrusting, slow and hard.
“You fucking—” I slammed into her again. “Make me—” And again. “So — fucking mad.”
She smirked with her face pressed against the wall, her tits bouncing back and forth. I gritted my teeth and kept pumping, deeper and harder with every blow. She moaned and groaned, throwing her head back as she lowered her hand and rubbed her clit. As I thrusted again, she screamed out, her body going stiff for a moment and then shaking wildly as she reached her climax. I growled, pumping my hips faster and faster, feeling her juices exploding. Just as I was about to keep going, her pussy clamped down on me, pulsating with every wave of orgasm blowing through her. I growled, throwing my head back and pushing up into her, holding on to her shoulders.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, feeling the orgasmic clarity that raced through my body as my cock shook inside her.
We stood there like that for a few moments, my body still twitching into her. When the orgasm had subsided, I slowly pulled out, stepping back and sitting down on the edge of the bed. I breathed heavily, shaking my head, watching her stand up slowly and pull down her skirt. She walked over and grabbed her bra and put it on, pulling her hair up out of her eyes. She picked up her ruined top and looked at it, shaking her head.
“Sorry,” I said, awkwardly.
She nodded with a small grin and went to the dresser, pulling out another shirt and putting it on. She bent down and tossed me my shirt and pants, then leaned up on the dresser. I pulled on my clothes, wanting to say something, but not sure what needed to be said at that point. When I was dressed I walked over to her, awkwardly placing my hands on her shoulders and leaning in, kissing her on the forehead. Things hadn’t changed, and in fact they felt ten times more awkward than before.
I wasn’t sure where that had come from, but it had exploded out of both of us, and I wasn’t sure if it was the best thing that could have happened between us. I wanted us to go back to where we were before that meeting with Evelyn, happy, caring for each other, falling for each other, but I was afraid that too much damage had already been done. Maybe we would talk, or maybe we wouldn’t, I didn’t know. I turned and smiled at her kindly before walking out of the room, my shoes in my hand. There was a hard knot in my chest, and I wasn’t sure that would ever go away.
CHAPTER 24
Mira
I had to admit, the sex the day before was more than a little confusing. One minute I was screaming at him, the next minute we were ripping off each other’s clothes. It was the first time I had ever had angry sex with someone, that was for sure, and I wasn’t sure that I really liked how it made me feel afterward. He had kissed me awkwardly on the forehead and left the room. By the time I had gathered myself and headed down to leave for the hospital both he and Miles were nowhere to be found. I had come to the hospital that morning with dread in my chest, wondering if he was going to show up, or if I going to have to tell my mom the bad news.
When I walked up to the pre-op waiting area, they took me back to see my mom. On the way, something caught my eye and I stopped, staring over at Ryan, lying in his room on the bed, hooked up to an IV, waiting for surgery to begin. He looked up as I passed his room and I smiled, nodding my head in appreciation. He nodded back, and I went in and saw my mom for just a couple of minutes. When the nurse came in to take her, I followed them out into the hallway where they wheeled Ryan up beside her.
“I’ll love you forever for this,” my mother said to him, reaching out and grasping his hand.
“My kidney knows it has a job to do, we had a talk,” he smiled, with a chuckle.
“Good, because I don’t need another bad one,” she winked.
“And I won’t have another to give you,” he smiled.
The moment was heartwarming and the anger and confusion I felt before immediately melted away. It may only have been gone for that moment, but it was important that I remind him of how thankful I was that he was there for us in our time of need. He let go of my mom’s hand and looked up at me as I approached his bedside. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, gently and sweetly.
“Thank you,” I said.
He smiled and nodded his head, as the nurse looked up at me, signaling it was time. Despite everything, Ryan was still going through with the surgery, and that was a huge deal. He was giving his kidney to someone he barely knew. He was saving a life, a life that meant more to me than my own. When it was all said and done he would have given me my mother back, and he walked in there doing it even after everything that had happened between us. The human spirit amazed m
e that day, and it showed me that I really didn’t know people like I thought I did. I usually thought the worst, trying not to be let down by a race of people I assumed would always choose the easier path, just like my father had.
On that day though, standing there in the pre-op hallway, Ryan renewed my faith in people. He showed me that not all men leave. Not all men skirt their responsibilities and promises. Not all men are my father, and Ryan was definitely one of those men who deserved to be forgiven for the things that he had done in the past, especially the things he did before he ever met me. It made me feel bad for judging him on what Miles had told me, and instantly I regretted not doing what my mother suggested. But as they wheeled him through the surgery doors first I knew it was too late. I just hoped that he understood from that kiss that I saw him differently.
“He’s a pretty good son-in-law,” my mother said, drawing my thoughts back to the present. “I think he might deserve a free pass after this one. What do you think?”
“I think he is a good man,” I smiled. “And I think that when he comes out of surgery I will not waste any more time waiting to talk to him. You are right, it is way too important to wait on.”
“Your mother can be wise sometimes,” she chuckled.
“It’s time, ladies,” the nurse said kindly.
I leaned over and gave my mother a huge hug, squeezing her tightly, not wanting to let her go, even though this moment was something we had feared would never come in time. She kissed my cheek and pulled back, giving me a comforting smile. I stood there and watched until they were completely out of sight, the surgery room doors swinging closed. I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest, turning and walking out into the waiting room. The place was empty, so I took a seat in one of the more comfortable chairs and leaned my head back, staring up at the fluorescent lights in the ceiling.
There was a TV on the wall, but it was muted, and I really couldn’t seem to pay attention. It felt like I looked at the clock every ten minutes, slowly watching the hours tick by. I walked over to the vending machine and got a cup of coffee, looking over as someone walked out of the back and smiled as they passed. I sighed, knowing the surgery would take a while, but hoping that everything was going okay. I got my coffee and went back to my chair, looking up at the clock again. It had been two and a half hours, so before long they should be coming out to tell me something, at least.
“Any news?” Miles said, walking up to me and sitting down in the chair.
“No,” I sighed, looking down at my cup. “It’s been about two and a half hours, but nothing yet. They should be coming out any time now.”
“Ryan’s a tough bastard,” he said, looking nervous. “I’m sure he will be fine. And your mom, I’m sure she will come skipping out of surgery.”
“That would be something, right?” I smiled, looking up at the TV, trying to be civil.
“While I have you here, I want to tell you something,” he said, turning to me. “When I sent the application in for Ryan to be on the show, I did it as a joke. When he accepted it, I thought he was crazy. The way that I acted the first time I came out here was out of line, and I should have been more thoughtful to your feelings. The way I acted this time, well, I have no excuse. I’m sorry for that. You must be going through a lot with the show and your mother. I was a complete asshole and I deserved for that apple to hit me right between my eyes.”
“I was close,” I chuckled.
“You were,” he smiled. “I think that Ryan has some really serious feelings for you. He has always been a good guy. He’s always been the better of the two of us, but when I found out he was considering staying married, and he was giving an organ to your mother, I knew that he more than just liked you. I wanted him to admit it out loud, I wanted him to embrace it, to stand up for it. He isn’t a fighter, he is the guy who gets walked all over, and he has been hurt in the past which is why we made that stupid pact to begin with. I was pushing his buttons, I’ll admit that. I was trying to get him to explode and you were caught in the crossfire. I’m sorry.”
“Well, I appreciate your honesty,” I said, patting him on the shoulder. My anger and resentment disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. “And I accept your apology. I’m sorry I didn’t keep my cool with you like I should have. I didn’t show you the woman that I really am.”
“If I were in your place with all this going on, shoot, I would have knocked me out two days ago,” he laughed.
“I thought about it,” I smirked, sipping my coffee. “Let’s start fresh. I don’t know what will happen between Ryan and me, but I don’t want to fight with you anymore. At least that will make him less stressed during our time here at the house.”
“Agreed,” he said, putting his hand out to shake.
I smiled and shook it, sitting back and looking up at the TV. Jerry Springer was on and it made both of us laugh out loud. I had to admit it really helped having Miles there for the last thirty minutes of their surgeries. He calmed the mood and made me a lot less nervous, distracting me, at least until the doctor came walking through the door.
“Mira,” the surgeon said, smiling. “Everything went perfectly. Ryan was an excellent match, and his surgery was easy and clean, and your mother’s replacement procedure went great as well. We will have to keep her for a little while just to make sure that the kidney functions and settles in with her system. She’s still got a long road, but so far, so good.”
“Oh, thank God,” I said, letting out a deep breath. “Can we see them?”
“Give them thirty minutes to move back from recovery,” he smiled. “We’ll come and get you.”
“Doc?” Miles said, putting out his hand. “Thank you. Those two are very precious to us.”
“It was my pleasure,” he said, turning and walking back through the doors.
I turned to Miles and hugged him tightly, so glad that everything had gone well. My mother was going to have her life back. She would have to heal and get used to things again, but in no time she should be healthy and happy. It was something I’d feared would never happen. We waited impatiently in the waiting area for about forty minutes, before the nurse came back to get us. Miles went to Ryan while I went in and saw my mother. She was groggy, but awake.
“This pain medicine is amazing,” she said.
“Mom, I’m so glad you are okay,” I said, with tears in my eyes. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, sweetie,” she smiled. “Now I have part of your husband’s body in me.”
“Mom, that’s weird. Don’t say it like that ever again,” I laughed.
“It’s the pain meds talking,” she chuckled.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Go check on your husband. I know things are a little weird right now, but he deserves for you to go see him, so he knows you care.”
“Okay,” I nodded, wondering what she’d think if she knew how weird they really were. “But I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be right here,” she smiled.
I walked out of the room and across the hall, stopping in the doorway. Miles looked up and smiled, patting Ryan on the shoulder and leaving the room. I walked in and stood next to the bed.
“I feel like while you’re in pain and on meds, I should take this time to force a lecture on you — but since you saved my mother’s life, I think I’ll give you a pass,” I said, with a smile.
“Thanks,” he groaned. “They haven’t actually given me the pain meds yet, your mom is hogging them.”
“I’m sure she would be happy to share,” I smiled. “But thank you. Thank you for this, I will never forget it.”
“It was my pleasure,” he smiled.
I stood there for a moment not knowing what to say, just holding his hand tightly. The nurse came in and gave him some meds in his IV and he almost instantly started to smile. His body visibly relaxed back into the bed.
“They are going to need their rest,” the nurse said. “You can see t
hem again when they are moved to their regular rooms after a bit.”
“All right, I just need to say goodbye to my mom,” I smiled. “Thank you.”
I leaned over and kissed Ryan on the forehead and left the room. He was already in sleep land and my mother was too, so I did the same with her and met Miles in the waiting room. I had mixed feelings, and I was confused about so many things, but in that moment, I was just glad that she was okay. That they were both okay.
CHAPTER 25
Ryan
It had been six weeks since the transplant took place and I was finally starting to feel myself coming back around. Who knew a surgery like that could take such a huge part of you? It was exhausting, but Mira had done well taking care of me. We had been married four and a half months by that point, and there were only six weeks to go until we reached the end of the show. I felt like I had been there for a lifetime, not just four and a half months. In that time, I had got married, fought with her, made up with her, fought again, and made up again. Oh, and then I donated a freaking kidney. I guess when I did things I did them big. The house had really become like home for me, and the laughter in the place made it definitely worth being there.
As far as drama, Evelyn had pretty much left us alone after the fight she incited and the Miles incident. I guess she made do with the fact that the recovery from kidney surgery was enough excitement. It probably wouldn’t be forever, but I’d hoped that she would stay off our cases. I liked getting along with Mira, I liked the time we spent together, and I liked the lack of negativity that had been stirred up between us before. Signing up for the show was worth it in my opinion, especially since I’d had the ability to save a woman’s life. I was positive we would go all the way, but then again, you never knew what would happen in that house from day to day.