by Vanna King
I should have known when she stormed through that door that Rizzy is no pushover.
“I’m his girlfriend now. I suppose you’re the ex? Between us, who do you think deserves to be holding him?”
Rizzy looks at me accusingly.
This time I manage to remove Trista’s arms from mine. This is getting out of hand.
“I had him first!” Trista argues.
“I have him last,” Rizzy counters.
“You think he’ll marry you?”
“Well, he didn’t marry you.”
“Ladies…” I try to interfere but I should have known not to get in between two fighting tigresses.
Without warning, Trista lunges at Rizzy, her sharp nails aiming for her face.
Rizzy steps back, fends the attack and grabs Trista’s long blond hair in retaliation.
Trista shrieks as chunks of her hair come off.
Rizzy looks at the blonde locks in her hand and sneers. “Hah! Extenders.”
Trista goes crazy. She lunges at Rizzy again.
Rizzy is smaller, more agile in her sneakers. She grabs Trista’s hair again, pulling down hard. Trista is outbalanced on her tall heels and falls to her knees.
I try to stop Rizzy but she kicks me. “Back off! I’ll get to you!”
I freeze at the look of fury in her eyes. Jesus!
By this time, Rizzy is thrashing my ex like a fucking gladiator. She drags Trista by the hair to the door. Trista helplessly follows on her knees, screaming in pain.
Rizzy pushes my ex out the door with a kick to her bum.
Trista is on the floor, screaming like a banshee. “I’ll sue you, bitch! I’ll have your ass rotting in jail!”
“Sue me, I dare you! There’s a CCTV camera somewhere here that will tell the truth. You attacked me first. I hurt nothing but your extenders and your slutty pride! Leave my boyfriend alone or I’ll finish the rest of your fake hair!”
She slams the door shut so hard the car parts hanging on the wall rattle, some, falling off and crashing to the floor.
She locks the door and faces me. “Now you!”
I swallow, raising my hands. “Baby, I did nothing…”
“This is the second time I saw her hands all over you!”
She advances toward me and the crazy look in her eyes has my cock swelling fast. Goddamn, she’s fierce!
“She came here. You must know by now I want nobody else, baby.”
She glares at me harder. “She was touching you! You allowed her!”
“I did not!”
“You don’t want any other man touching me but you let that bitch kiss you!”
“I did not! What would I have done? Drag her by her hair to the door?”
“Yes!”
I shake my head. “You’re being unreasonable, baby.”
“Me, unreasonable? Maybe I’ll let you see me kissing some other guy! See how it feels.”
My blood pressure rises for a whole new reason now. “You’re jealous for nothing.”
“You were jealous for nothing!”
“Come here, “ I command her.
“No. You smell of her.”
“I do not. I said come here, Rizzy.” I advance toward her.
She goes behind my table. As if that can stop me. “No. I’m still mad at you. Don’t come near me. I’m warning you, Ry.”
“Or what, little girl? What are you going to do to your Uncle Ry?”
“You’re not my uncle.”
“Damn right, I’m not.”
I stalk her, my cock swelling with every heartbeat. She’s so beautiful. So wild. And she’s mine.
“I said stay back, Ryland Boyd!” she threatens me, her finger pointing at me. I can’t believe this is my good girl Rizzy, half my age, and she’s going toe to toe with me. Her defiance is adding dimension to my rising arousal. At this point, all I want is to spread her legs and fuck her to submission. Christ, I throb with wanting her.
She runs to the door but I lunge after her, lifting her by the waist. She shrieks, kicking in resistance.
“Let me go!”
“Not a chance, baby. You’re mine. You belong with me.”
I carry her and drop her ass on the sofa. She kicks me and I catch both her ankles, forcing her legs wide open, planting my frame between them so that she’s kicking air in her struggle.
I’m glad my office is on the mezzanine level and the glass windows are tinted. I can see everything below but no one can see us from the other side.
“You little hellcat…”
I grab both her wrists and manacle them together with my hand.
She lay beneath me, breathing hard, her eyes ferocious. I can imagine the years ahead with this tigress. It’s going to be eventful and colorful for sure.
“You were going to get married!” she throws at me accusingly.
I slowly smile. “Is this what this is all about?”
“It’s not funny!”
I push her skirt higher, revealing her panty-covered pussy.
“She came to the drugstore and bought condoms.”
“Yeah?” I rip her little panties off of her.
She gasps, bucking her hips. “And then I found her here!”
I palm her pussy. She jerks, seemingly electrified. My cock jerks as well, when I feel her readiness. Fuck, this pussy will be the death of me.
“What do her condoms have to do with me?”
I massage her wet folds, rubbing her clit.
She licks her lips, making a small mewing sound, going limp under me. “Stop playing with me. I’m serious, Ry.”
I insert a finger in her tight hole, my cock drooling precum in anticipation of being sheathed by this. “I’m serious, too.”
“You wanted to marry her!” she persists.
I let go of her hands and free my cock from my jeans. “I did not, baby. Whoever told you that, it’s not true. I didn’t want to marry her. Not even close.”
She stares at me, her eyes full of how she feels for me.
I feel loved by her eyes alone. And I love her. God, I love her so much I’m going to hell for it.
I rub my cock against her wet slit.
She whimpers. “Don’t lie to me. I can’t bear it.”
I rim her little hole. “I won’t lie to you. Never.”
She moans, her hips lifting in capitulation.
I enter her gently. She holds her breath. I go slow. I know she’s still tender from our weekend marathon sex, but she’s so sleek and her pussy is stretching to accommodate me just fine.
Her hands roam my chest, my back, going down to cup my ass, her nail digging into my skin.
“Did you love her?”
The possessive look in her eyes makes me slam the remaining inches of me balls deep inside her. She gasps, her cunt clasping my length eagerly.
I stare into her eyes. “Remember what I told you about making love?”
She nods.
I frame her face with my hands. “Do you believe me?”
With a cry of surrender, she wraps her legs high around my back, pulling me deeper.
I drive my tongue into her mouth as I begin to ride her hard, stretching her good. “I don’t want her. I want you, baby. I’m so fucking crazy for you. You can’t possibly believe I’d still another now?”
Her pussy yields to the demands of my cock, wet and tight and hungry for my cum.
I lift her as I kneel on the floor, letting her ride me. “You feel that? That’s me wanting you. That’s all of me needing to come inside you. That’s me longing to make you pregnant.”
“Oh Ry,” she sighs, holding on to my shoulders. She learns the rhythm fast and I aid her by lifting her hips up and down my upthrusting cock.
Soon she’s chasing her orgasm as she rides me hard, rolling her hips, finding the right friction, giving herself the maximum sensations.
I watch her use me, reveling in her wild passion.
“I’m coming…Ry…Oh God!”
I grip her hips an
d jack her fast until she throws her head back, crying out as she reaches her climax. I’m just a heartbeat away.
I bury my face in her neck to muffle the howl that escapes my throat as my seed furiously jets out of my body and into hers. I hope she’s fertile and her womb is eager to house my baby. The thought heightens my orgasm.
She collapses on me, her head lying weakly on my shoulder.
I manage to bring us both onto the sofa and we cuddle in the afterglow of our spent passion.
I’ve decided.
I will ask her hand in marriage when Jerry arrives.
Chapter Ten
RYLAND
As the saying goes, not all things go as planned.
I planned to marry Rizzy in a small chapel, give her the honor of being a bride with all the fineries—white lace, flowers and cake. I hoped to be able to formally ask her hand in marriage from her father. Jerry deserves that. I owe him that.
But her father arrives unannounced one weekend while I’m in the middle of giving her an orgasm.
We try to look normal as we receive him but one look at us and Jerry instantly knows I’ve taken her virginity.
We are not good actors, Rizzy and I.
I’ve imagined this scenario a thousand times, rehearsing what I’d tell my best friend when he learns the truth, but nothing could really prepare anyone for such things. I just have to wing it and hope that we’ll survive this test with our friendship still intact.
“You…!” Jerry utters, his eyes going ten shades of betrayed.
“Jerry…” I start.
Words fail me.
He punches me in the face.
I stagger back.
“Dad, no!” Rizzy screams.
With a mad cry, Jerry slams his body at me like a linebacker.
We crash hard on the floor.
He goes at me. I let him. His fists are cruel, his words deadly, but amid all that I feel his anguish, his grief all over again. I feel it in every blow he inflicts in me. He’s not only doing it for himself but for his dead wife. My best friends in the world. And I betrayed them. I truly did.
“I trusted you! How could you do this? I trusted you! God damn you, Ryland!”
Rizzy hugs her father from behind, sobbing. “Dad, please! Don’t hurt him! Dad!”
Jerry stops, breathing hard.
He stands and staggers back, staring at me, his eyes wet.
I almost can’t bear to look at him. To see the hurt in his eyes. But I must. My future with Rizzy is on the line. I need her father’s forgiveness. “Jerry…I’m so sorry.”
He turns to his daughter. “Pack your things. I’m taking you back to Phoenix.”
“Dad…”
“Pack your things, dammit! Now!”
Rizzy looks at me. My baby girl is torn between me and her father. I nod at her. “It’s alright. I’ll follow you.”
“You are not setting foot in my property! If you dare, I’ll shoot you, Ry, I swear.”
“I love her, Jerry.”
“She’s my daughter! We practically raised her together! What kind of sick are you, Ry?! Did you rape her?! So help me, God—”
“No!” Rizzy interrupts. “No, Dad, he didn’t. I love him.”
Jerry shakes his head. “You know nothing! Go pack your things!”
Rizzy looks at me again. “Go with your father. I promise, I’ll follow you.”
Jerry makes a furious growl. “Ten minutes, Larizza!”
Rizzy runs up the stairs.
I raise myself on my elbows.
Jerry pins me with a murderous look. “Don’t move or I’ll kill you.”
I have no doubt he would carry it out if I push him to his limit. I would do the same if Rizzy were my daughter. Hell, I wanted to kill myself after I’d touched her the first time. But I chose to live and love her. I chose to forgive myself for this love, so I could love Rizzy back.
I remain lying on the floor while the minutes pass. Jerry stands near the door, waiting for his daughter.
“I love her, man,” I tell Jerry again, hoping I’d melt his anger.
“Shut up.”
“I’m going to marry her.”
“Over my dead body.”
“Or mine. That’s the only way you can stop me, Jerry.”
“Try me then.”
Rizzy comes down the stairs with a small carryall in hand.
She looks at me, her face drenched in tears.
“Let’s go, Larizza,” her father commands.
Rizzy steps toward me but Jerry grabs her hand and drags her out the door.
I stand up and go after them. I stop at the door.
Jerry slams the door of his SUV shut. Rizzy is looking at me through the windshield. She raises her hand.
I raise mine. “I’ll come for you, baby. I promise.” She can’t hear me but I know she knows we belong together no matter what.
I let Jerry take his daughter from me for now because I intend to keep them both in my life.
Jerry needs time to cool down and see reason.
I hope it doesn’t take too long because the thought of not seeing Rizzy for days is already killing me.
RIZZY
I sit on the chair wiping the sweat off my face with a little towel. I’ve been busy all day.
The house is spotless clean, the laundry all done, and food is steaming in the stove for Dad when he arrives from whatever it is he’s been so busy about the past days.
The house is so quiet. It’s during these times that my melancholy attacks me. I miss my mother so much. I miss my dad, too. And I miss Ry so bad I’m dying inside everyday.
My father hasn’t spoken a decent word to me since we arrived in Phoenix.
I tried talking to him but he froze me with a look and told me succinctly to forget Ry and get on with my life. As if I could do that at a snap of a finger. He told me to prepare my papers for college.
“You owe me and you mother this, especially your mother. She worked her ass off selling fucking insurance to secure a college fund for you. Don’t be a disappointment to yourself, Larizza.”
That got me. For the first time, I feel guilty for being selfish of my own happiness that I forgot my parents’ sacrifices for me. Yes, especially my mom. My sweet, loving mother. I miss her so much. I miss her more now that I know how it is to love a man. I now understand what my dad is going through, his anguish from losing his soulmate.
I’ll try to understand my father, give him time to think things over even if I’m suffering from not seeing Ry. I want my dad to accept my relationship with Ry with all his heart. I can’t lose either of them.
Thank God my father didn’t take away my cellphone or my laptop. He still allows me this privilege even though he’s the one paying for it.
At least, I’m able to communicate with Ry over the phone.
It’s been almost two weeks since I last saw Ry and I miss him so much I almost couldn’t bear it any longer.
“How is he?” he asks me today.
“He’s been out most days. I think he’s been meeting with potential business partners for his trucking business. I heard him talking over the phone the other day.”
“Good. At least he’s not moping around the house depressed anymore.”
“That’s the good part for which I’m thankful. I probably wouldn’t handle it if he came home still depressed.”
“Did you try to talk to him about us again?”
“He’s still not talking to me about us.”
“He’s not taking any of my calls either, baby.”
I sigh. “What are we gonna do, Ry?”
I hear him sigh, too. “I miss you so bad, Kitkat.”
“Me too.”
“I think of you every day, every minute.”
“Me too.”
“I miss kissing you, feeling your skin on mine.”
“Me too.”
“I miss being inside you. I’m so hard right now, baby.”
My pussy clenches. I miss him in
side me too. I lie in bed at night thinking of his cock inside me. “Ry…”
“Baby, I’m going crazy. I need to see your father again.”
“But what if he shoots you?”
“So be it.”
“Ry!”
“He won’t shoot me, Kitkat. Your father loves me.”
“But I saw his Glock! He was polishing it!”
“He was probably just cleaning it. He’s been gone for months. He’s a gun enthusiast. He loves his guns.”
“Well, I don’t want him using it on you!”
“Do you trust me, baby?”
“I’m scared, Ry.”
“I can’t bear not seeing you anymore. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t fucking work. My life’s a fucking mess without you. I’m coming for you, Kitkat.”
“When?”
“Tomorrow.”
Chapter Eleven
RIZZY
I approach my father while he’s sitting on the deck at the back of our house, drinking his favorite beer, watching the sunset.
I sit beside him on a wooden lounger. Mom used to sit here with him every afternoon.
I let silence stretch as we both watch the sun slowly sink like a ball of fire into the mountains.
“I miss Mom,” I say quietly.
Dad doesn’t say a word.
“I remember, you both sat together here in the same spot every afternoon, watching the same sunset for years. You never got tired watching it. I used to wonder what was so special about sunset. Sure, it’s really awesome, but seeing the same thing over and over must get old fast. But there you were, sitting next to each other in comfortable silence, holding hands, watching the sunset. And now I know why.”
My father takes a swig from his beer and still doesn’t say anything.
“It wasn’t the sunset. It was you and Mom. Those were your special moments together, just sitting here quietly in the presence of each other. You made the sunset extraordinary everyday. Those were memories I’ll cherish for the rest of my life. I grew up witnessing it and I finally understand. It was here where you told Mom quietly how much you loved her after a long day’s work, and it was here where she let you feel you were her soulmate for life.”
My father sighs deeply.
