This happens to be a random story that has no fandom so all the rights to the characters and all are mine!
Now I will put a Warning in here that if you read this, it will get darker later on...
Not to mention I think the title speaks to what kind of story it is...
There is major smut through out the entire story...
If you don't like the story then don't read it...
This is just me being me...
This isn't going to be like my others, the smut will get more hardcore in later chapters...
Yes, there is RAPE present in this story...
If you are not fans of the subject then don't read it...
I will Warn you it is a VERY FUCKED UP story!
So keep that in mind...
~~Intro~~
He was my foster Brother.
He swore to protect me.
He failed.
They all failed.
I'm the past he tried to forget and he was the future that I needed.
When he left 4 years ago, I screamed for him every night. But then it all stopped. My screams were suddenly muffled by cruelty and further coaxed by pain. But he has come back. He's not the cute big brother I had a furtive crush on, or the bad boy, rich brat that I hated to love. He's the ruthless vice president of The Wolf Pack MC and he doesn't answer to Ryan Carter anymore. He answers to Psycho.
~~4 Years Ago - Ryan's Perspective~~
There was a woman. She stood a whole foot shorter then my 6'3. I wanted to study her at close range to understand why she fascinated me so much. But the rustling of leaves that were falling around my feet distracted me enough to forget to ask my questions. I was too busy thinking about the circumstances that led me to this point in my life. Rock fucking bottom with no foundation to rebuild on.
I squeezed the gas hose tight. 'Who the fuck is this woman?' I asked internally. I couldn't get a good look at her face. Figured she wanted something since she hasn't moved from where she's staring, her body perceptibly turned towards me. I nodded my head at her politely when I figured she wasn't going to stop gawking. I was fucking paranoid too. After what just fucking happened and what we had endured, I needed to get the fuck out of here fast. I watched as her face peeked up and her big green eyes zeroed in on me. She glanced into the back of my car before coming back to me.
"You on the run, handsome?" She asked. Her voice was husky, as if she had smoked cigarettes her whole life.
I chuckled, "Somethin' like that..." I replied. For a second and I mean a very brief fucking second, darkness momentarily flashed over her eyes. Almost like a cloud that shaded over the sun on a clear summer day. As quick as it was there, it was gone.
The corners of her mouth tilted up in a smile. "Well, there's a place on the outskirts of downtown LA... The bar is called Patches..." She assessed me. "No promises that they'd let a pretty boy like you stay, but you could always try..." She said after looking me over again.
"Uh... Thanks... I think... But who are you, ma'am? And why are you telling me this?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"One day, you'll know... Maybe..." She said. Her words made me even more confused. Just as I opened my mouth again, she turned away and left.
"Ma'am!" I called to her, but she didn't stop.
~~Several Days Ago – Faith's Perspective~~
I wish I could remember the day I was welcomed into the Carter Family, but I was barely old enough to create vivid visions inside of my head. I was days old, dumped and left on the front doorstep of the local orphanage in a seedy area of San Francisco. I don't know much about what happened, not because the Carter's didn't want me to know, but because I've never wanted to ask. Being discarded as a baby by my parents is all I needed to know. I was lucky that Mr. & Mrs. Carter were there the next day. They wanted to find their brat of a son, a little brother that he could play with. He got a sister instead.
Ryan was 3 when I came home and boy, he wasn't impressed about getting a sister instead of a brother. Apparently it took him 45 minutes to talk to me, but then after that, we never stopped. Now I'm 15 years old. You could say things have changed.
"Ryan!" I yelled at my frustrating brother as he circled the basketball court in our back yard, holding my phone up in the air. "Give it back to me right fucking now!" I shouted at him.
He laughed so hard that I want to shove my foot in his mouth. Ryan has become increasingly annoying over the years. But I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I need anything, it would be my big brother who I would ask first. He must have stopped mid-run because I slammed into him, my face squished against his back before I was falling to the ground. The blue sky swam above me amidst the yellow rapture of the sun.
An arm hooked around my mid-back, bringing me safely back to my feet. "Nah uh, you don't get to die on me yet, Kitten... You still owe me that 20 dollars..." I hear Ryan say with a chuckle as he held me close to his chest.
My head is still spinning, so I stay where I am, nestled in the crook of his arm. At least, that's what I tell myself. But honestly, even if my head wasn't spinning, I would still want to stay here. No matter how much Ryan annoys me, frustrates me, and infuriates me, he's still my big brother, and I feel safest when I'm with him. His arm hooked around my waist, and it's protective, almost possessive. He looks down at me, and there's a coy smile on his face.
"You okay there?" He asks, his smirk ever so present. I try to infuse my voice with the right amount of annoyance, but it probably doesn't have the right impact given that I'm staring up at him like he's the sun.
"I'd be better if you just butted out if my life..." I said through grit teeth. But of course he laughs, obviously not taking my words seriously at all.
"Who else would kick the asses of the boys chasing after you then?" He said with that damn cocky ass smirk.
"No one... That's the point!" I snapped.
"Don't be so naive..." He said with a roll of his eyes. "Even if I weren't around, I'd find a way to watch over you and make sure any man who looked your way would get their ass handed to him... Now, clear something up for me... I heard one of these little freshmen at school wanna take my sister out on a date..." He teases, and it's then I hear another voice behind me.
Owen's whistle pierces through my eardrums. "Damn, someone new to the rules? Didn't know that you can't take little Miss. Faith Carter out on a date without going through her big brothers?" Owen teases with an equally annoying smirk.
Naturally, my annoying brother would also have annoying friends who also annoyingly have claimed my, so called, annoying ass. I'm untouchable at school. It's not helpful when you wouldn't mind being touched.
"He's new... I will let him down nicely..." I plead with Ryan, watching as his thumb hovers over my phone. He wouldn't actually go through my phone but if a text happened to come through while he was holding it, then I'm almost certain he would-
DING!
'Fuck'
He tilts his head. I watch in sheer horror as his eyes fly over whatever words have popped up. He glares at me. "Who is this little fuck?!" My brother snaps.
"What'd he say?" I hear Owen ask.
Owen is a 6'6 half Mediterranean French, half American basketball god, and one of Ryan's best friends. I'm not actually sure how they became so close, since Owen is talented and managed to graduate from high school top of his class. Ryan isn't dumb, but he can be an idiot. Yes, there is a difference. Owen also got drafted into the NBA, which only adds to his ever growing list of reasons why so many girls want him.
I had a serious crush on him for the better part of my life, until I watched the girls he'd go for. All so beautiful, way out of my league. His smooth brown skin and dark eyes were killer, but when he flashed his pretty smile all the girls dropped dead. He and Ryan had that in common for sure, but that's about as far as the similarities go.
"He fucking said that he wants her to sneak the fuck out with him!" Ryan snaps. His fingers flying over my keypad.
"Ryan!" I growled shaking my head. "I'm fucking 15! It's a lot less than what you were doing at my age and you damn well know it!" I scolded.
"Besides the point..." He glares at me, his thumb hovering over the send button. "I lived through all of my shit so you didn't have to... I'm a good brother like that..." He said his voice hard.
"Ryan..." I whine, stomping the sole my DC's against the concrete.
Owen bounces the basketball between his legs and aims up at the hoop, shooting from the 3 point line.
"You guys will never stop picking on her..." Another familiar voice comes from behind me again and I turn to face the 3rd boy to make up the triple threat. Austin Cooper.
Ryan, Owen and Austin have all been best friends since elementary school. Which means, yes, I've known them practically all my life. Austin Cooper was nothing like Owen or Ryan. Austin was the smartest kid in our school and had an IQ to back it. He has never had a girlfriend, though plenty wanted him, and he always, always had his laptop near. You see, Austin was going to cure the world of all their problems one day, he just had to create the right app to do so.
Austin has Blonde hair, gray eyes. His eyelashes are thick and his teeth straight. He is perfection in a strangely odd package. I loved Austin, even if he never smiled. You get used to it after a while.
"Yes! Ryan is trying to scare a boy away that I had already said I would turn down..." I said looking at Austin as he rolls up the sleeve of his shirt.
"Because said boy is trying to get you to sneak out after dark..." Ryan sneers at me. The way his mouth curls has my mind drifting to how badly I want to punch him in the face. "I'll give you your phone back later..." He said as he turns to walk away from me.
"Ryan!" I snap, but of course he doesn't stop. "I mean it! I'm following you everywhere today until you give me my damn phone!" I nearly shouted at his retreating back. Ryan spins around and licks his lips. His lips have always been distracting. 'Bet they're real fucking soft...' I thought internally.
I remember Sophia Harper, last year slept with Ryan and then she went around the whole school talking about his, ahem, skills. She cried for months when he didn't call her back after one night.
"Oh yeah?" He said in a taunting manner. He's walking backwards with an annoying smirk on his mouth. The fact that my brother is painfully attractive is besides the point and not at all helpful when it comes to him and I fighting. "Then, I guess you're coming on the boat..." I stopped in my tracks and narrowed my eyes at him.
Most older brothers can't wait to get rid of their younger siblings, especially their younger sisters. But Ryan isn't like that. He likes to keep me around, to keep me close. It's flattering at times, but some times, like right now, it's really damn inconvenient. I want a life separate from Ryan. Half the time I feel as though I'm living in his shadow, which honestly, I know I am.
"So, get your game face on and stop pouting... Because you're not getting your phone back anytime soon..." He said making me want to wipe that damn smirk off his face.
"Fuck..." I grumble mainly to myself. He disappeared into the house and I turned to watch as Owen shoots yet another 3 pointer. I didn't want to go out on the boat with them today because I did actually want to sneak out tonight and meet up with Carson.
"You know, you gotta stop playing with the boy..." Owen teases, bouncing the ball with skill between his legs. His arms come up as he flicks his wrist, shooting the ball through the chain basket. "You're just dancing with the devil..." He added.
I scoff, "The devil doesn't dance..." I said as I stuck my tongue out at him before storming back towards the house.
Boat parties are something that all the rich kids throw and always end in a disaster. I hate going to them. I don't drink. I don't sleep around with boys, you can blame Ryan for that, and for the most part, I'd consider myself a pretty good kid. Especially when you compare me to my best friend, Jenn.
Once inside, I jogged up the marble staircase and up to the second floor. I pause outside my bedroom door. There's my room and then Ryan's room right beside it. 2 polar opposites, but neither could truly live without the other. His door is slightly ajar and my anger has somewhat fizzled. Fighting with Ryan does that to me, a lot.
Stepping forward to his door, I squeeze the handle and I push on it slightly until it swings open. Ryan's room is dark, moody and trashy. His bed looks straight out of an old Victorian porno, and speaking of porno, he has a good amount on his walls.
My cheeks heat as my palms itch. "Can I please have my phone back?" I asked.
He's leaning against the headboard of his bed, shirtless, with one foot hanging over the bed and the other pulled up to his chest, his elbow resting on it. His eyes are on mine, hooded and glazed.
This is who Ryan is. Cocky, brash, and oh-so-fucking aware of every single thing he brings to the table, all to just eat you. He knew exactly what he did to the opposite sex, which is exactly why he did it. I just don't know who he thinks he is trying it with me. One being he hardly wears clothes, and 2, we share a bathroom.
'Blueberry Yum Yum' is playing low in the background from a boom box in the corner of his room, which is typical. He has a deep love for Luda's old Music.
He tilts his head. "Do you want to sneak out with him?" He asked. His tone is menacing but laced with fascination. He moves his hand over his hard muscles, right down to the button of his jeans. He flicks open the button before standing, tossing my phone down onto his bed. I push off the door frame an inch, ready to pounce. "Well? Go on then, Kitten..." His voice low and way too sexy for his own good. His eyes come to mine, the soft swell of his lips curving over his freakishly straight teeth. He nudges his head, one hand sneaking into his pants. "Come get it..." My brain short circuits with his words. I try to reason with myself why that shouldn't sound so dirty.
Taking 2 steps, I dive onto his bed until I land on my tummy, phone in hand and a smug smile of triumph on my mouth. That smile falters when suddenly his fist is in my hair as he tugs my head backward. I gulp, swallowing past the sudden tightness in my throat. He guilds my head back up by my hair, and I really, really hope no one walks in right now, because it would look like 50 shades of incest. I'm peering up at Ryan as he looks down at me from behind, his head still cocked.
"Hmm... Now, see, I don't want to be thinking that some little fuck has this exact view right here..." He said as his eyes crawl down my back, landing on my ass. He stills. "That'd make me pretty mad..." He comes back to my face, his tongue slipping out to swipe over his bottom lip. "And you know how I get when I'm mad, Kitten..." His brows wiggle. I slap his arm away and his head falls backward, a loud barking laugh spilling through the room. He clutches his stomach. "Sorry, Kit... Won't do that again..." He says through his laughing fit.
I roll off his bed. "You're a prick, and to answer your question..." I glare at him once I'm back in the safe zone, near the door. "I wouldn't mind him looking at me like that..." I said in a teasing tone.
His laughter stops and the temperature in the room falls to levels that could match an igloo. He takes 1 step. "Take that back!" He growls. Now it's my turn to wiggle my eyebrows.
"Never!" I squeal as he launches at me but I'm too fast, spinning on my heels and screaming as I take the 2 steps to my bedroom door. I slip into my room, but when I try to slam the door closed, his arm snakes in effectively stopping it. I yelp again. "Ryan!" I squealed. My heart is jumping around in my chest, heat flushing through my body. "I'm sorry!" He flies forward, his arm hooking around my back and his heavy body falling onto mine. I landed on my bed with a thud, the puffy lavender comforter serving as a landing zone. "Ryan!" I shove at his chest, a laugh vibrating through me. He brings his hands to my wrists and pins my arms above my head.
"Tell me, you won't fuck him?" He asked or more like demanded in this case. Finally my laughing subsides, and my eyes collide with his. He's so close that I can feel the heat radiating off the tip of his nose.
"What?" I asked, searching his eyes. "Why would you even ask that?" I asked as the muscle in his jaw tenses.
"Just promise me Kitten..." His tone was soft, but his voice is cloaked in pain. Why does this matter to him so much?
"Ryan..." I snort, searching his face. From his soft tanned skin to his sharp-edged jawline. His skin is free from tattoos, but he always talks about getting ink. When he doesn't smile or smirk or even look away from me, I shake my head. "I promise, but Rye, you don't have to worry about that..." I widen my eyes at my invasive brother.
"Oh really?" He asked. His blue eyes work their way down my neck to my breasts. He comes back to meet my eyes. I feel a shiver run up my spine, but I suppress it. It's not as though I'm scared of him, but I am scared to upset him and disappoint him. And it's extremely hard to concentrate with his body on top of me like it is now. I really don't want to have to say it out loud, but I know I may have to, just to appease him. "I beg to fucking differ..." He said his tone unchanging.
"Ryan..." I whispered sadly.
"Faith..." He answers.
"You don't have to worry about that... Like at all..." I widen my eyes again, hoping he would catch what I'm meaning.
"What? You don't think I know that you're a virgin?" He asked and finally the worry lines fade a smirk creeps onto his mouth. "Baby, who the fuck do you think scares them all off?" He asked as my smile drops but before I can answer him, his weight is off me and he's heading to the door. "Be ready in 2 hours and leave Jenn behind..." He said.
I internally snort. Yeah, he knows for sure that I won't be leaving Jenn behind. He slams my door behind himself and I flip him off while flicking through my contacts list on my phone. I open my messages to Jenn, but before I can type out the words, a text pops up.
"I mean it. Don't invite her. I will throw her off the boat." ~Ryan
I shake my head, rolling onto my belly while scrolling through my music playlist. I connect via Bluetooth to my sound dock, pushing play on 'Sacrifice' By Black Atlass Ft. Jessie Reyez.
"I need a friend with me..." ~Faith
"Since when have you needed a friend? And besides, you don't need friends when you got big brothers." ~Ryan
"One hour and Fifteen Minutes..." ~Ryan
I toss my phone onto my bed and curse under my breath. He's right, but he also doesn't understand girls. Especially girls like Jenn, who will lose her shit and see it as a complete betrayal in the trust factor. Moving across the room, I begin gathering everything that I will need.
In short, I actually love going out onto the boat, I would just rather go out when the sole purpose of it isn't getting blackout drunk with idiots. Although, I did manage to get my phone back. I could just skip the boat trip and run out now.
My door swings open, hitting the back the wall in my room. Ryan stands at the threshold , smirking. "Don't even think about it..." He said like he was reading my mind. Which considering how close we are it somewhat doesn't surprise me if he somehow did.
I sighed, "Give me a few minutes..." I said as I shut the bathroom door behind myself.
"Hurry Up!" I heard Ryan yell as he bangs on my door, and I jump flipping him off.
"I'm coming!" I yell. After a quick shower, I quickly comb my hair and get my clothes on. I don't want to dress up or put on any make-up for the boat party, because it's not a big deal, at least not for me. Besides Ryan is always the big star in any party. Not me.
I walk out after getting my Black bikini, jeans shorts and I believe one of Austin's white and blue plaid shirts on leaving it unbuttoned.
"Whose boat are we taking?" I asked curiously. Ryan's eyes fall down my body. Other girls would blush from having the attention of Ryan Carter, but I don't want it. Why you ask? Because he's only summing up what he doesn't like. But he's already decided that I need to wear a burlap sack.
His lashes fan out over his high cheekbones as his eyes hit my feet before traveling back up to mine. "It gets cold on the water, you know that..." He said, but his voice is laced with disapproval.
"Fine..." I huff grabbing a hoodie off my dresser. He grabs my wrist pulling me to a stop. I look back at him with a raised eyebrow. "What?" I asked.
He shakes his head pulling me towards his room. Once inside he grabs one of his hoodies and swaps mine for his. With an approving nod he lets go of my hand. "That's better..." He mumbles.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Did I forget to mention that he's a possessive fuck when it comes to me? And he always wants to make sure everyone knows to keep their hands off what's his. Not that, that makes any sense to me. But I don't question it.
Ryan finally pushes me ahead as he follows behind me as we make our way downstairs to the front door. We're heading out when Mr. Carter comes out from the kitchen.
"You kids taking the Green Stone?" Mr. Carter asks both of us, but his eyes remain of Ryan. Green Stone is the name of Ryan's gloss black and jade green Nautique G25 aka his baby.
Mr. Carters eyes meet mine, blue ocean flecks so deep they could swallow me whole. For the most part I don't have much of a relationship with Mr. Carter and when it's just he and I, the atmosphere is somewhat tense. Did I forget to mention that he sort of gives me the creeps. Either he didn't want to adopt me or maybe I simply wasn't what he wanted.
"Yeah, it's been a minute..." Ryan said nudging dad with his other shoulder. "Wanna come? Or are you getting too old for the board?" Ryan asked causing dad to shove him back, chuckling tensing his bulging arm muscles.
"I can bench press you, Owen and that little shit Austin..." His eyes come back to mine. "Throw Faith on there too..." Dad said causing Ryan to chuckle.
Ryan's hand grabs mine. He slides me behind him. "Nah, Faith might fall and hurt this pretty little head of hers..." Ryan said as I absentmindedly wrap my other hand around his arm. I can't help but feel creeped out by him.
Dad laughs, disappearing back into the kitchen while we head to the 10 car garage.
The sun pelts down over my skin, not a cloud in the sky to interrupt it as Ryan flicks open the power box to open the garage door. From what I've been told, this home has been in the Carter family for a few generations, only added to and modified on its way through the years. The Garage was Dad and Mom's addition. They needed it when Ryan found he loved all things fast, including cars and boats, and what Ryan wants, Ryan gets. Of course, that included me too. When I was ready, I could take my pick on what car I wanted, but it never felt right, so I dragged my feet with it. Mom has said I'll be taking the BMW whether I want it or not.
Ryan tosses his keys into the Ford Raptor and I jumped to the passenger side shutting the door behind me. Pulling out my cell, I flicked off a message to Jenn, who was more than likely going to be really pissed at me for not bringing her with me. But Jenn is friends with everyone. She'll busy herself with something or someone else tonight.
"I've been dragged into going out on the boat. Sorry! See you later?" ~Faith
Fifteen minutes later, Owen and Austin are slipping into the back and we're on our way. I hit play on Tech N9ne, needing his aggressive tone to mellow my thoughts. Ryan doesn't let anyone control the music playlist, but as you may have guessed I'm the exception. Even with Owen and Austin in the car only I can ride in the front seat when I'm with. But the others don't mind or care or may not have a say in the matter, I don't know, I've never questioned it. When it comes to me I'm an exception with all 3 of them.
Cranking down the window and kicking my feet onto the dash, Owen hands me a wine cooler from the back. I accept it without a word and take a small swig. It tastes weird for a moment before the different notes settle on my tongue.
"Hmm... That's strange, it's a nice strange though... Thanks!" I said smiling over my shoulder to Owen who nods his head silently saying 'You're welcome'.
Ryan squeezes my leg from the driver's seat and I watch as the sun catches behind his head. His 2 dimples distract me for a split second as we pull into the harbor where a few people are gathering from school.
Ryan, Owen and Austin rule over the school like gods, but they're different. They're not assholes or entitled or even a little bit snobbish. You would expect them to be. Owen is the son of Lucas, who is number 4 on the Forbes Billionaires, and that shortly followed by Amanda, Austin's mother who is snug at number 10 and then you have Ryan, or should I say Ryan and Me, whose father is number 2. You would expect them to be this way. Assholes who carelessly treat everyone like shit, but they don't. They take care of Lowell High as if it's their home. All of them.
~~The Bay~~
I slip out of the pickup just in time for Owen to toss me over one shoulder, slamming my door closed behind us.
"Owen! Put me down!" I yelled as I banged on his muscled back, but it's no use. Everyone is well accustomed to seeing me be manhandled by my 3 brothers, that no one even so much as bats an eye. The girls who do notice are the ones who hover with envy. Every girl wanted these boys and at times they lucked out. Especially with Ryan and his rogue dick, but they never last. They never stayed and they never got a second ride.
"O! Put me down please! I did what Ryan wanted! I came!" I whined. I can feel Owen's shoulders shaking beneath me.
"I know but you see we have a teeny problem..." Owen said I can hear the smirk on his face.
"And what's that?" I asked in annoyance.
I looked around as my eyes were swinging all over the place to take in who is all here. I can see a lot of people sticking to their crews with almost everyone already parked up in the water. The bay had rafts stretching out long with boats upon boats parked in every spot. Music was pouring out of them with sounds of glass bottles clinking and laughter. The coast guard hated all of us and depending on who was on duty they usually just left us alone.
"Well, we have to make sure everyone here knows that you're spoken for..." Owen said making me roll my eyes. I always got stuck coming out. Although I wasn't old enough to get my boating license yet, I know how to operate one and I never drink. So it's convenient for all 3 of them to have me here. Usually Jenn would cash in on it too.
"Kitten!" Ryan calls out, whistling. I tap on Owen's back again and he finally, fucking finally, places my feet back on the solid ground.
"What?!" I call back.
Ryan grins at me from over his arm as he continues to reverse the boat into the water from the ramp. "Might need you to hop on and scream some orders!" He said. People don't even breathe at Ryan's banter, but I roll my eyes and slip off my flip-flips, tossing all of my things into the back of the boat.
I move through the water and fling myself up inside from the little ladder at the end. Ryan continues to back up into the water until I stop him. He busies himself with unlatching the boat from his vehicle when Owen, Austin and a couple of other girls climb onto the boat. I grind my teeth, swinging my bag under the hood of the boat where there's a bed, a small kitchen and a bathroom. Ryan jumps on last.
"Smile Kit..." Ryan says leaning forward, pressing the cushion of his thumb against my bottom lip. "Wouldn't want this pretty little face to stay like that..." Ryan said making me want to smack that damn smirk off his face.
"Ryan!" Stacy Brands aka Ryan's current plaything, waves him over to the front seat where her, Tasha, and Mandy Cardinal are perched, bikini's tied and bodies oiled. I run my tongue over my teeth.
"Enjoy your night, Rye! I'm going back!" I said trying to bite back the pain in my voice. But the Barbie dolls are coming so of course, these boys are going to drink and fuck.
"You sure? You gonna act like you don't want to go out on the board..." Ryan said in a slight taunting tone. I couldn't even fight my smile. He gestures over to the neon wake board. "Saddle up!" He said.
I danced over to the back of the boat and latch myself on to it. I'm strapped in, Ryan has Cypress Hill 'Rockstar' pounding through the speakers and we're almost at our favorite spot, which is pretty much in the ass crack middle of the Ocean tavern, I throw up the hang loose sign and toss myself backwards. The water cracks from beneath my weight and I feel the rush from nature sink through my fingertips, pumping into my veins. I've always been an outdoor girl. Never the girly girl, so I guess in a sense, Ryan did sort of get the brother that he wanted in me. At least for now. It's wearing off with age. I still don't like pink. I resurfaced to the top with a smile on my lips, swiping my hair out of my face.
"You little fucking shit!" Ryan yells, flipping me off from the boat.
"What'd I do? I always go off like that!" I laugh as he waves me off, his mouth in a flat line. Tense bastard. He gets grumpy when we're about to shred, well, especially when I'm about to go shredding. I gaze around us to see another four or five boats parked up, with others climbing off, swimming, drinking and chilling. This is our usual convey. Instead of cars, we all take the boats out. It's like an extracurricular activity for the rich and bored.
"Kitten! Try not to break a bone this time!?" Owen yells as he leans over the railing blowing me a kiss while tossing the handle into the water.
"Stop Jinxing her!" Austin shoves Owen, leaving his shirt unbuttoned but keeping it secured. Austin never goes without a shirt. He doesn't talk about it and Ryan said I'm never to ask, but he always wears a shirt. Even in the water. Even shredding.
I take the handle and throw up the hang loose sign again, my tongue sticking out at Ryan. "Because you look extra mischievous today, I'm going to go slow!" Ryan yells, the boat slowly pulling away from me. I feel the tug on the rope and giggle.
"Oh yeah?! I'll remember that when it's your turn!" I yell to him.
"Why can't you be like all the other girls and sit up on my shit and look all pretty huh?" Ryan throws me a smirk. I can't answer him now because he's too far away. He's right. I am the only girl who shreds with the guys, but it's their fault. They created the monster and then asked why I bite.
The boat kicks up speed and I'm up, the board skating over the water like butter. Once he picks up more speed, I twist to do a few surface tricks, a relaxed smile on my face. I love being out on the water. The reason why I didn't want to come today wasn't because I didn't want to go out on the board but because I didn't want to deal with the partying that happens afterwards at Owen's cave.
Yes, his actual cave.
Ryan turns the boat fast and I kick up, landing a big worm. We spend another 20 minutes or so while I do all of my tricks and exude my energy before I'm being pulled back into the boat with a frown on my face. Owen picks me up from under my arms.
"Stop being sad girl... You know damn well you get more time than any of us..." Owen said ruffling my wet hair.
"I guess that's true..." I mumbled with a shrug of my shoulders.
"You good?" Ryan asked as he came up to me. Before I could give him an answer, Stacy comes up behind him wrapping her skinny arms around his stomach.
I had to fight grinding my teeth and sneering but I couldn't stop the glare that I sent the blonde bimbo. "Yup... All good..." I nod, heading to the front to sunbathe on the hood flipping my hair over my shoulder as I walked by dismissing them. I ignore Ryan's call of my name and keep walking to the front. I hated this part. This is the part that was the reason I didn't want to come with.
The rest of the day burns away as they all take turns on the board while Austin throws out his fishing line. The sun sinking behind the cloud in the sky when Ryan finally cracks open his first drink. I know that I shouldn't, but I'm jealous. This once. Sure, I've never actually been drunk before and sure, Ryan would never allow me to have too much alcohol, but a girl can dream right? I make my way to the front of the boat and we lead the convoy towards Mount Lambers. Owen's last name is Lambers, so yes, Owen's mountain.
Over the years, Mount Lambers has become a regular haunt for our group. The 4 of us come here often, and when we do it's always a blast. Of course, there are wild parties and crazy stories are swapped around for weeks afterwards. Yet for the most part, I prefer the times when it's just Owen, Austin, Ryan and myself. That's when I feel most comfortable. On those days, we do everything from camping outdoors, to hiking along the mountain's rockier terrain.
~~Mount Lambers~~
We anchor up just as the sun has set in the sky. Austin pulls out his archery set, lightning the tip of the stick and aiming it to the pile of bush wood on the shore. He releases his finger and the bonfire explodes in the surge of flames. Everyone at school knows about the weekend hangout spot and who attends. It's exclusive, but that's not because people aren't invited, it's only because not everyone has a boat and you can only fit so many on one.
When Owen brings his dad's boat out, then that's a whole different story. The multi-million dollar power yacht name Vegas is exactly what its name implies. It's a whole party on a yacht themed and painted in Sin City. Owen's father is the Greek to his American mother who is no longer with us. Since his mom's passing, his father hardly ever occupies this house, leaving Owen alone.
I slip into the water and make my way to the shore, needing to be as far away from Ryan as possible while he has Stacy all over him. I can't deal with it, and it makes my stomach churn but I don't know why. I don't know why my stomach convulses every time she puts her hand on him, because he doesn't put his on her. The PDA is always her, not him. I don't even know why I'm thinking about that.
"Hey!" A girl with Long brown-ish blonde hair waves me over.
"Hi!" I said making my way to where she's seated alone, smoking a cigarette. She's gorgeous, that much is obvious, but I've never seen her here before. Ever, actually. Not even at school. "Are you new?" I asked curiously, taking a seat on one of the stumps that are surrounding the raging fire.
It crackles in the background, warming the side of my cheek. She nods her head, raising the whine cooler. "Sure am... And I gotta say..." She looks around, pausing every couple of seconds. "There's not a girl that I see here that I would want to be friends with..." She said with disinterest.
I usually head up to the main house when things get rowdy down here, by Ryan's orders, so I rest in the fact that I won't have to freeze my tits off for too long.
"They're not ALL that bad..." I said pulling my knees up to my chest.
"Sure they are..." The girl says, flicking off the ash on the tip of her smoke. She sticks her hand out in front of herself. "I'm Jade, you?" She asked, and I look from her face to her hand.
I'm not one to make friends. That's not because I don't want to, that's because no one wants to make friends with me. Never understood why, and by the time Jenn figured out I was a weird one, it was too late, we were already friends.
I take Jade's hand in mine. "Love the name... My name's Faith..." I said shaking her hand once.
"Wow, that's a pretty name!" She said with a smile.
"Thanks... Jade is a special name too..." I said with a giggle.
"Yeah, I like my name..." She said.
Music spills out loudly from behind me and I don't have to turn my head to know what's going on. The Tiki bar will be in full swing, the fairy lights will be switched on and the graffiti that Ryan sprayed over the rocky mountain wall will be on full display for everyone to admire. My eyes fly up to the art, all shades of the colors orange, yellow and red. Even some pink in there but that is mainly for the stargazer lilies that surrounded the numbers 2000 that was tagged in graffiti font. The year I was born and adopted into the Carter family.
I don't think anyone else notices the significance of it except for Owen and Austin. Every time I see it, my heart skips multiple beats. There's never been a shadow of a doubt of what I mean to Ryan and I him. Love is love, but when it's unconditional, it's for life.
"No offense, but you look a little bit younger then everyone else here too..." I heard Jade say from beside me breaking me out of my internal muses. Just as I open my mouth, Owen's hands are on my shoulder and he's squeezing roughly.
"Kitten, you making friends?" Owen asked.
"She is..." Jade said defensively before I could say anything. She smirks up at Owen. This is where it happens. They get excited because they see my brothers and then suddenly, I'm back to square one and it's just me and Jenn. Most girls my age are opportunists. They see my brothers and they decided they like them more then they like me.
Jade wipes her hand and put it out to Owen with a friendly smile. "I'm Jade..." She says.
Owen side-eyes her just as Ryan and Austin come up behind him. "Owen..." Owen says shaking her hand once. They all go through meeting Jade and I watch as her eyes flick around, disinterested in any of my brothers.
'Weird...' I thought internally. That's not what normally happens. Maybe Jade's different.
The bonfire heats up just as Ryan slips in beside me, his arm hooking around my waist. He nuzzles his nose into the crock of my neck, balancing his red cup in his other hand.
"Mmmm... You always smell this good?" Ryan practically purrs in my ear. His voice is deep, vibrating over my flesh and hitting every nerve on it's way out. I felt his lips brush against my shoulder and earlobe. I had to fight the shiver that it sends up my spine.
He liked to do this when we're in new company. It freaks people out, it freaks me out too. But probably not for the reasons people immediately assumes. His body is so damn big and powerful. I can practically feel his muscles through his clothes. The way he's tucked me under his arm, there's no where for me to go. It strikes me that there's no where I want to go, unless it includes him.
Jade is eyeing us both with a smile on her face. I don't see any of the normal emotions that girls usually have when they see Ryan with me. She just looks like she thinks we're cute.
"I wish you smelled better... Honestly, go take a shower..." I said causing Rye to laugh and squeeze me a little tighter. He leans in a bit and tries to bite my face. I squeal and try to get away from him but I can't move.
"Careful my Kitten... Those are fighting words..." Ryan purrs.
"Will you get off me? I need some space..." I said crossing my arms.
Ryan chuckles, "You can kiss space goodbye... As long as I'm around, I'm going to hound you every moment of every day..." Ryan said hugging me tighter to him.
"Wow, where can I get myself a boyfriend like yours?" Jade asked. I stare at Jade for a moment and then it registers what she just said.
"Oh No... He's definitely not my boyfriend... This is Ryan, my brother..." I corrected.
Confusion flashes over Jade's face. "Really?" Jade asked, the corner of her lip curls, not in disgust but in shock.
"Yes... Foster brother, but still brother..." I answered.
"Foster brother is a synonym for loophole, just sayin'..." Ryan teases, flashing his tongue cheekily.
"Ignore him... He's obviously drunk or high..." I said waving my hand at towards him dismissively. Ryan laughs, just as Stacy comes up behind him, her arms hooking around his neck as she leans down.
"And you?" Jade asked me, cocking her head to the side slightly. "Do you drink or smoke?" She asked.
Before I could even think of answering her Ryan decides to answer for me. "No... She's too young..." Ryan answers for me, his eyes boring into mine. I grit my teeth.
It's not that I'm not used to his overbearing nature, or that I'm not used to him doing this same shit with me every single time we party but it's that every time he does it, it wears on my patience.
"She's 15 not 12..." Jade said coldly rolling her eyes and before I can argue back to Ryan, a red cup is in my hand, the liquid sloshing over the rim, spilling over my hand. "One won't hurt you, and you know you got it from me, not some shady motherfucker at the bar..." Jade said a glare set on Ryan.
Ryan leans forward to take the cup out of my hands when I pull away from him, eyebrows raised in challenge. "You know... She's sort of right... I mean just how much trouble can I really get into when I have all 3 of my big, overprotective, overbearing, overly annoying brothers here to scare everyone away?" I asked fighting the smirk that's threatening my lips.
"Kitten..." Ryan said in warning, his jaw set.
"Leave her be..." Stacy whines, kissing on Ryan's neck. "No one touches her anyway..." She laughs but Ryan whacks her hand away from him.
"Ryan... Just this once, and I'm not asking for permission..." I narrow my eyes in challenge. I know he wants to fight, and being Ryan, he wouldn't back down from it for the sake of everyone watching. He doesn't give a shit. But before he can say anything else I turn my back on both of them and face Jade. "So, how come I've never seen you at one of these before?" I asked, sipping on the, what I'm guessing, is bourbon and Coke, but also not really interested in drinking now that my point is made.
Jade giggles, but her face falls before she can cover it. I watch as the warmth from the scorching flames sparks an orange hue over her otherwise cheeks. "I guess I'm new... I start my senior year on Monday, actually... Not too excited about it..." Jade says with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Lowell High isn't bad... It's about the equivalent to Hogwarts, only everyone is muggles and instead of Hagrid, we have Hagdid... I shit you not, our headmaster's name is Hagdid..." We both burst out laughing as we slip into small talk.
After trading cell numbers with Jade, I stand from my seat and swipe off the sand that's on my butt. "I'll text you on Sunday, maybe we can meet up... You can meet Jenn... You'll get along disturbingly well..." I said giving her a small wave.
Jade gazes up at me, the depth to her hazel brown eyes holding so many secrets. I get the feeling that she has lived a thousand lives. What would she be doing at Lake View?
"Sure! See ya later!" She says waving back to me till we no longer can see each other.
Weaving through the sea of drunk bodies, I keep my head down. I'm almost at the beginning of the steep track that connects the beach to the back yard of Owen's house when a hand connects to my arm.
"Ryan?" I turn to face him, expecting some cheeky smirk and maybe some scolding for drinking. But instead his eyes are focused on me, searching my body.
"You wanna go home?" He asked.
I run my tongue over my teeth. "It's late... We can just crash in the pool house like we always do... " I replied softly looking away from him. As we've gotten older, our connection or bond has become stronger and that's a testament for how strong it is because when we first laid eyes on each other, we were done. It was as though the universe just fucking shifted anytime we were around each other after that. He embedded himself into my heart and I sewed my name across his limbs. We fight a lot but we love hard and when it comes to him and me, one can not exist with the other. Ryan Carter is undeniably my best friend.
He nods his head towards the ocean. "I've only had a couple... I can drive..." He says as his hand slips down from my arm and his fingers intertwine with mine.
At the sudden connection, it's as though my heartbeat pulses for the first time ever. Blood rushes through my ears and my cheeks flush hot. I'm thankful, so fucking thankful, for the blanket of the night. It's not like he hasn't touched me like this before. Rye is extremely touchy feely with me, he always has been. So why am I suddenly getting all self-conscious about this now? Maybe it's because I am older now. I am at that age, that kind of age where men take notice of me and I take notice of other men. I also realize that a few different people have mistaken Rye and Me for girlfriend and boyfriend. Most guys should be bothered by that, but Rye just finds it amusing.
Doesn't that mean something, or am I reading too much into things? I really don't know. It's hard to concentrate when Rye's fingers are still entwined in mine. He's looking down at me with his dark sexy eyes and...
'Wait! Hold on! When did I start thinking of Rye as sexy?' I ask myself internally. I mean, objectively I know he is. However, this is coming from a more personal place. I try to shake the thought from my head and not focus on how close we're standing together.
"Come on Kit..." Ryan says squeezing my fingers slightly.
I'm 15, he's 18. I never feel uncomfortable around him in that sense, ever. 'Wait the fuck a minute... Why am I sizing up our ages?' Shivering with the sudden repulsiveness of what just passed through my mind I retract myself from him and fling my arms around my torso protectively. As if that could help. As if Ryan wouldn't just tear everything and anything down to get to what he wants if he needs to.
"I don't want to deal with the questions... I'll just go up to the room..." I said. It wasn't all a lie. Because I truly couldn't be bothered with all the raised eyebrows and questions from people who would see us leave on the Green Stone.
"Fuck them..." Ryan says.
I open my mouth, decided we could just stay out on the boat instead of in the pool house, when skinny fingers and red nails come into view spreading over Ryan's stomach. Stacy gazes at me from behind his arm.
"Hey baby, I'm tired, can we go on your boat like you said?" Stacy asked.
My stomach tightens as all the air is being sucked out of my lungs. 'He fucking invited her onto the boat before me?' I thought internally. Undiluted rage simmers below my skin as I spin around and began running up the stairs that lead to the main house.
Usually I take these slow since there are so many of them and the view going up is beautiful to take in. But I want to get as far away from them both as possible. Five minutes later and I've reached the top but I don't stop. I run across the well manicured lawn, dodging the illuminated pool and head straight for the door of the pool house. Sliding it open, I slip inside and slam it closed quickly locking the door once I'm in.
My heart is beating in my chest, tears clinging to the back of my eyes. 'Why the fuck am I crying?' I internally ask myself.
Deep down I know I'm being unreasonable, and to be fair, Ryan is always with someone, prancing around. Why is it different now? Why am I beginning to feel different towards him? I swipe away my unreasonable tears and drag my ass to the other side of the room, where my single be awaits. I kick off my shorts and throw Ryan's hoodie and Austin's shirt to the side and crawl under the covers hoping sleep comes soon.
Later that night, I feel an arm hook around my waist, pulling me into a hard, warm body. I already know who it is before I've turned to look. I could smell him in any room. Without thinking, I wriggle into his embrace when my butt pushes against his crotch. He's hard, rock fucking hard, and I know that everything inside of me is saying this is wrong. We've never been in this situation, ever. He has slept in the same bed as me but we were kids then. We aren't now. His fingers spread out over my bare midsection and I hold my breath, afraid that if I breathe, it will be too loud.
Too fast, too desperate, too obvious of what he does to me. His fingers move down as his lips press against the nape of my neck. "You're a fucking brat, you know that, right?" His voice is low, yet distant.
It doesn't matter, because my hips begin seeking his touch as if they've been reunited for the first time in centuries. He stops my movement at once, forcing me to still while pressing his palm over my lower abdomen. I swallow past my tight throat, trying so hard to ignore the outline of his hardness pressing against my butt.
'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... There would be no going back after this...' I internally groan. 'I don't care...' I finally decide internally.
He usually does, but his teasing always stops before the touching. We've never touched, never kissed. Never done anything that would cross that line, except maybe light flirting that I mostly think I'm imagining. He rolls me onto my back as his hand covers my mouth. He pulls my legs until I'm spread wide. The outline of his hair is all I can see in the darkness of the room. We're still in the pool house.
'Did he chase me?' I wonder internally.
"You have to be quiet, my Kitten..." His head turns and I follow his eyesight to where Stacy is sleeping peacefully on the floor snuggled in blankets. Apparently he snuck into my bed while she slept. I don't care. Nodding my head, he loosens his grip slightly and that's when I feel the heat of his chest against mine. He grinds his hips into me slowly, sliding his hand away from my lips as his come down to mine.
My chest turns to fire, my belly igniting along with it at the connection of our lips. His tongue licks mine with the same possessiveness that I always knew he had as his head dips beneath the covers.
"Rye!" I yell in a whisper, reaching for his hair. He pushes my hands away and slips my panties to the side. I really should have left my shorts on. "R-" I go to yell as his warm mouth covers the tip of my clit, his tongue sliding up and circling the nub.
My reaction is immediate. I moan, and it's not quiet either. The moment I moan the licking stops and Ryan lifts his head until he's eye level with me. It's even weirder seeing him hanging over me with lust in his eyes. He seems much more comfortable with this that I am. But I'm still very aware of the fact that I want him to get back down there and finish what he started.
"Seriously, Kitten, do you want us to get caught? Because we will if you keep moaning and groaning like that... I know I'm good but still..." Ryan whispers.
I try my best to glare at him, but I'm so hopped up on him that I know I'm not doing a good job. He grinds himself against me and I feel his cock push against my pussy. Only the thin fabric of his boxers separates us.
'Holy Shit! Am I really going there? Do I really want my brother to fuck me?' I practically scream in my head. Thinking about it though maybe that shouldn't be so shocking considering I definitely want him to eat out my pussy.
"Do you want me to continue?" Ryan asked. You could hear the slight annoyance in his voice.
Since I don't trust myself to speak, I nod instead and he smiles down at me. He leans in for a moment and drops a kiss on my cheek. Then, he slides back down again. I contain the gasp as his tongue licks my folds once more. He's extremely gentle and very well practiced. But I try not to think about this while he's in between my thighs. My hand falls on his head as he grabs my thighs, pulling them a little further apart, so he can push his tongue deeper inside me. It takes all my concentration not to cry out. He's making me feel things I've never felt before. He moves up my body, stretching my legs wide.
"You wanna do this? There's no going back..." Ryan says. He brushes his nose with mine, his lips grazing slightly.
"I don't want to go back... Take it..." I breathe out in a whisper.
"Why?" He asked, his fingers flexing near my collarbone. His thick tip is pressing against my wet entrance, and all it would take would be one little...
I push my hips up and his cocks is an inch inside, stretching my tight walls. I flinch.
"Why Kitten..." He whispers against my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and nibble on his bottom lip.
"Because I'd only ever want it to be you..." I whisper against his lips.
His eyes sparkle with desire and I know that's exactly what he wants to hear. He smiles a little. It's a soft, tender smile that's just for me.
"Yeah? Kitten? Have you thought about this before? You and me?" He asked softly.
'Have I?' I asked myself internally. I have to admit that lately I've been thinking about him differently. We certainly have an unorthodox relationship, but I've never thought about actually having sex with him.
"Not like this... I didn't think it was possible for us... But... I want it... Badly..." I said tangling my fingers into his hair.
His smile grows and he bends down and rests his head against my forehead for a moment. He slides inside of me at once, filling me to the brink until I feel my soul seep out of my and a scream rips out of my lips...
"KITTEN!"
'Owen?' I heard his voice I think. But then I feel someone shaking my shoulders. I slowly open up my eyes.
"Wake up! Now!" Owen yells in a slightly panic.
"What?" My eyes pop open and I'm met with the darkness of the room bar one lamp. Owen is standing over me, his hoodie thrown over his head.
"Ryan got into a fight with Logan Marco, we're going back to your house..." Owen informs me.
"What?" I asked, propping up onto my elbows. I'm still semi out of it. "Why does it matter if he got into a fight with Marco?!" I can already hear the annoyance in my voice as the volume spikes a bit.
Fucking idiot boys, and speaking of idiots, that dream was... No comment...
"It matters because Ryan fucked him up good and almost killed him... We're leaving now!" Owen said his voice hard and stern. I was taken back a bit but then it registered in my mind what he just said.
"What?! Where's Ryan?!" I asked in a slight panic now that I'm almost fully awake. I swipe my hair out of my face. He almost kill him? This is bad. Ryan doesn't need another legal stint.
"Ryan is fine, he's already on the boat... Marco barely got a hit in..." Owen said in a reassuring tone.
I didn't ask why Owen was here and Ryan wasn't. I picked up my phone and pushed it into my pocket before we made our way back down to the beach.
People have long since left, and the only boat that's docked is Ryan's. There are a few people scattered across the shore, asleep, but for the most part, it was just a fucking mess. I feel bad for Owen's clean up crew. Picking up my pace, I ran across into the water and jumped into the boat when I see Ryan lying on his back on one of the sofas with his arm covering his face. One leg is hanging over the chair while the other is perched up.
"He's asleep... I'll drive..." Owen said as he began untying us while I start up the boat. Austin walks out from below with a pale face.
"What's wrong?" I asked looking at Austin. He looks more uncomfortable than usual.
He shakes his head. "He almost killed him..." Owen said from behind me.
"What happened?" I asked in a hardened tone.
"Sorry Kitten, I have no idea..." Owen said with a shake of his head. I'm not sure if he's lying. Maybe he doesn't have a clue or maybe he just can't tell me what happened.
I clear my throat, my thoughts on the dream I had just minutes ago, it felt all too real. Way too real. Seeing him so soon after the vivid images that are still fresh in my head is raising goose bumps over my skin and making my heart beat faster than it ever did before.
Austin nudges his head over his shoulder. "I'll drive... Go do your thing..." He says softly patting my head as he walked up to me.
I sighed and released the steering wheel and I inch backward until I'm back near Ryan. The inside and outside of the boat is lit up from neon LED lights, deep blue hues accentuating his figure. His dark jeans, military style boots tied loosely at his feet.
"Are you gonna stand there and stare or are you gonna start yelling so we can get this over with?" Ryan said as he shifted his arm above his head and I finally get the first peek of his chiseled high cheekbones and soft lips. Lips that I felt in my dream. It was all too real. Why the fuck did that feel so real? "Come here..." The way his voice wraps around those simple words is the very reason why my heart drops to my stomach. His tongue slicks out and dampens his bottom lip. "Now Kitten..." He says as he grits his teeth.
Finally I take a seat beside him, blowing out a steady breath of air. His arm hooks around my waist and yanks me down onto his chest while keeping me to his side, both arms now wrapping around me as he pulls me in close and buries his nose in my hair. From a distance, if you weren't in our circle, it would look intimate, and it definitely feels it to me right after having that dream. But I know without a shadow of a doubt that to Ryan, it would just be a big brother hugging his younger sister type thing.
That dream should have made me uncomfortable with this kind of proximity but I find that I actually want to be as close to Ryan as possible. I need to be comforting, which is ironic considering he's the one who's just been in a fight. I lean in a little closer until I'm pressed against him. His arm engulfs me and I feel that familiar sense of safety that comes whenever Ryan is near me. I glance at his face and notice how pale he is. I bit my lip, wondering what the hell happened while I was sleeping.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked, you can hear the tiredness in his voice.
"I'm worried about you..." I whisper.
"Don't be... There's nothing to worry about..." Ryan said reassuringly.
"That's easy for you to say... You look weird..." I said fighting back the tears.
"Wow, I was looking for a little sympathy and here you are, insulting my appearance... Way to kick a man when he's down, Kit..." Ryan said in a slight teasing tone.
I almost smiled, but I don't want to allow Rye to distract me. I want to know what happened. Apparently he almost killed Marco. I'm hoping there's a damn good reason why.
"Rye... What happened? What did Marco do or say that made you react that way?" I asked softly. I feel his body turn rigid beneath me, and I almost feel guilty for bringing it up.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it..." Ryan said sliding the tip of his nose along my ear lobe.
'But I do worry... I worry a lot...' I thought internally. "You almost killed him?" I asked as I pushed up from his chest, bringing my eyes level to his. The outline of his features are hard, sharp enough to cut me in half. I'm momentarily trapped in the twisted knots of his gaze, before my eyes drop to his mouth. Soft lips shaped by hard edges. Without even thinking, my tongue runs over my mouth.
He sucks in an audible breath and my focus comes crashing back to his. His eyes are now on my mouth, thick brows pulled in.
"Rye?" I asked a bit breathlessly.
He releases his breath as a slow menacing smirk crawls over his mouth. "Mmmm... You're just a bit of fucking mischief, huh, Kitten?" Ryan says as he moves closer until his lips are grazing against my ear lobe. "You might wanna be careful with the way those pretty little eyes look at me..." He said in my ear.
I flinched, crawling off his body. Just as I'm back on my feet, his hands come to mine and I find myself watching his face again. It's painful how perfect Ryan is. I'm sure I always knew it, only things are starting to shift into an area that I'm not sure I'm comfortable with addressing right now.
"Hey!" He yanks on my fingers and my eyes catch his grazed knuckles. Bloodied and spoiled with cracks as deep as the ones forming in my heart. "I was joking, Kitten, you know that..." He says teasingly.
"What do you mean?" I asked and failing to keep the hurt out of my voice while swiping my unruly hair out of my face as the boat slows, pulling up to the dock. "What part?" I ask as I hear dad cursing in the background the second we're anchoring in.
Ryan winks. "You tell me..." He says as he pushes up from his position clutching his stomach. "This is going to for sure give dad a hernia..." Ryan banters and just as he's walking past me, I catch the dampness on his stomach. My hand flies out to his arm, halting him. He's big enough to push me away but he doesn't.
"Ryan..." I whisper pulling him backward. He staggers back, and his face pales.
"What's the matter, Kitten? Gonna finally kiss me now that I'm dying?" Before I can register his words or take them in he falls against me, pushing me to the ground.
There's yelling in the background, with Mom and Dad both diving onto the boat. Everything is a blur, my world is spinning. Someone is screaming so loud that my ears feel like they're bleeding and it's not until I'm tearing off his shirt to see the stab wound in his stomach that I figured out that, that someone screaming is me.
Now with this story you may not see many if any AN's throughout it...
Only when I have something important to say...
Other then that I will not be putting AN's in...
I hope you enjoy this story, lord knows I loved writing it...
Weird right? xD
Thank you for the support.