"You crazy heartless bitch, how dare you!?"
"Are you drunk?"
"What!? No!?"
"Are you high?"
"No."
"Have you been diagnosed with any mental illness?"
"Of course not." Confusion was clear through the line.
"Then why are you screeching as you have actually gone mad?"
"Why you....you are a really heartless bitch."
"Nice to hear from you too brother."
"Brother!? You can actually call me your brother when you haven't called or texted in the past month."
"It's not like you did too."
"Who are you and what have you done to my sister?"
"Pookie bear, why do you doubt I'm your sister?"
"Oh God, it's really you," he said bursting out in laughter and I grinned. "So my little munchkin, got any boyfriends yet?"
"I am sane enough to say no."
"But there is one? Hell no!? Jaxon!? I want names of everyone who has been around my sister for the past month."
"I'm surprised you don't have a list already."
"Oh no, he's getting it from my room."
"Fuck off Dylan. He's your best friend not your lapdog." Silence.
Absolute silence. Undoubtedly, I was pretty sure you could hear the static in the air bristling through the phone.
"What the hell have you done with my sister?" Of course. Dramatic as ever, I thought with a roll of my eyes as I picked chocolate off the tray in front of me and popped it into my mouth.
"Pookie, I'm beginning to think you are forgetting that I've known you since we were kids."
"But my innocent little munchkin.." he whined through the phone and with a pout I'm sure. Next Mafia Lord didn't seem a much appropriate title for this man child.
"I'm not so innocent, pookie."
"How could I forget? Are you still terrorizing people? Don't even answer that. Just don't kill anyone."
"You say it as if it's a major occurrence."
"You have mom's temper and dad's iciness."
"In my defense, I always have a good cause when they show," I said ignoring the jibe that he obviously threw back my way not believing that it was true, more or less, as I heard the shower stop running. "Anyway, my dear twin brother, I have a major pole poking my ass."
"Gmg, Fuck, I was not prepared for this Diana at all. You didn't let me curse in front of you at all."
"Let's just say I had some major awakening, momentous... events but that's not why I called," I said and I could feel the air between us shift to a more formal sense. "These fosters, they are too... involved for liking."
"I'm not gonna comment but if you think it's suspicious, I'll dig deeper. Now don't be a stranger."
"Of course not, pookie," I said before he hung up without a good bye and I rolled my eyes thinking he needed some serious etiquette lessons before laying back down with another piece of chocolate as a familiar wet and pretty much half-naked figure walked out of the bathroom.
Surprisingly I didn't even think about shying away from his heated gaze as I openly ogled him. I was very much aware he seriously liked the fact that I was in his jersey and I do mean a lot. It had hit me that Kaylee was a woman on a mission and I swear she wasn't hiding her intentions anymore given to the box loaded with a couple of his jerseys and well...a couple of magazines. Honestly, I had no idea he had modelled till I saw them. It wasn't that hard to figure he was and still is a muscle freak, given the half dozen magazines of him on the front page. And I had to admit he really is photogenic.
And really looks good in a nice pair of Calvin Klein... Okay, she was not exactly helping with my case of Ryder's unbelievably excellent extra humping talents that I was obviously having a withdrawal from. Not to mention the certain twinge of pain of knowing a couple of thousand female eyes practically feasted on the picture. So yeah, I pretty much liked her approach, I thought scowling inwardly.
"What?"
"Do you how hard I am just from seeing you lying on my bed?" He remarks walking towards me as I eye him curiously and I can't prevent my eyes from dropping to the narrow slope of his hips as if confirming what he had declared.
"Undoubtedly," I said my gaze fixated on the visible bulge and he let out a strangling sound that sounded much like he was choking making me lift my gaze to him.
"You are incorrigible," he declared as I elevated my body with my elbows.
"Undoubtedly," I let out feeling my ears burn as he placed a lone knee in the middle of my slightly parted ones.
"Diana, please stay," he whispered softly as his hand lifted to cup my cheek softly letting his other arm drop to my side conveniently trapping me beneath him as he brushed his thumb over my lips and I suddenly had the idea I...we were not leaving the room any time soon. Call it female intuition, in a weird way. But when his gaze found me in the middle of his bed, he suddenly looked like a man with a plan.
"Woud that really be convenient?" I asked but he didn't answer as I picked the towel placed around his neck and started wiping down the wet strands of his hair as if it was the most natural thing to do.
"You are getting really good at this seducing game?" He said as I ran my hand through the semi damp locks and onto his hard body.
"Is it working?" I asked cheekily as he knocked out foreheads together grabbing my straying hand.
"Mm," he hummed and I could feel my heart fluttering wildly in my ribcage as his lean body towered over mine and I wound my legs around his waist. "You are really not going to make this easy for me, are you?"
He said biting into my earlobe suggestively as his hands suddenly grabbed my bare waist under his jersey and he ground into me making me let out a displeased groan at his teasing as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Ryder!?" I called out warningly and he let out a sound in between a chuckle and a growl.
"Oh God, Diana!? The semi gentleman side of me wants to ask if you are sure you want to go ahead with this but the greater part of me that is selfish wants me to go with the flow. Fuck, I want you so bad. More than I've ever wanted anyone before," he groaned pressing his mind boggling kisses along my jaw and I blinked.
"Really?" I asked as he gripped my chin.
"I want you. I want to ran my tongue on every inch of your body and drive you crazy ecstasy. I want to worship and appreciate every inch of your body the way you deserve and delve and taste your softest secrets and make you scream till you can't anymore," he says a tinge of possessiveness flooding his husky voice as he whispers in my ears and I can feel the said ears grow warm.
And yet surprisingly, for someone who has never gotten such a confession before, I was taking it pretty well. And in my book that meant;
1. As I previously discovered, I am particularly pleased and actually liked it when he talks dirty, meaning my core was pulsating excessively with need and I probably needed new underwear because what I had on was growing quite uncomfortable. I also needed a better way to relieve my urges because as much as I liked this more than I liked to admit, I was always a horny mess whenever he was around.
2. He wasn't exactly kidding about wanting me, I mean I could feel the whole length of his arousal on my thigh. My lack of longer shorts and the thin towel did nothing to hide it. My rapidly beating heart could probably tell you how I feel strongly about this, if it doesn't malfunction from overexertion because no heart is supposed to beat this fast or this hard.
3. The last and final conclusion about this was given as to how fast I crashed his mouth to mine almost immediately, I was shredding a layer of innocence if not all by the end of today.
Of course this was only my naughty bitch's thinking.
"Diana?... We don't have to do this," he mumbled harshly against my lips because for some unknown reason, someone wasn't letting him break away, not that this particular bold entity needed to.
"Are you denying me?"
"No but..?"
"Then shut up and kiss me."
Okay, now I had an idea of what happened when two alpha males clash, at least in my little to none experience. He growled. Animalistic, deep and all more the more reason for the explosives that were going off between us to feel much more... explosive. But depending on the particular level of sanity one had, it was either a bad idea to order him around or a good one. In a rare occasion, it was totally worth it and this was where we were as low groans and moans formed a ballad in the room. At some point I remember completely immobilized and for some reason floating in cloud nine as I got extremely naked till the jersey, that somehow avoided the massacre of being ripped off, and his towel were the only things separating both of us. But of course they were somehow lost too, and this particular alpha female for some unknown reason, somewhat still unknown, had a rude awakening and turned extremely meek, obedient and... nervous?? Geez, how strange.
"Babydoll, grab the sheets and...fuck! no matter what don't let go," came the sexiest voice in my ear, hoarse from the intense foreplay, and I nodded biting down on my lip as I tried rubbing my thighs together to soothe the full ache to no avail as I feel him lower himself to face my core.
"Already so wet for me, babydoll," he whispers, his voice barely reaching my ears before my body arches as he dives in and my mind barely catches up with my brain to stop the low cry deep from my chest as it process the taste of ecstasy like never before. "You have to beg for it, babydoll."
His voice rings over and over in my mind like a broken record as he kisses my inner thighs and I'm at a loss momentarily as he holds me down when I squirm and another low wanton cry reasonates in the room now more than ever desperate to ease the pressure building in my core.
"Oh, fuck!! Please put your mouth on me," I beg and he doesn't disappoint. "Gng. Fuck!"
I nearly scream out when he plunges into my soaking core swiping the whole length with his tongue before flicking the throbbing bundle of nerves. His movements are gentle as if he was being careful not to scare me off, my gaze not once wavering from his before his thumb replaced his tongue on my clit and I began rolling my hips to keep up with his french kissing and it's needless to say that he's driving me out of my mind as he teased me with his tongue and fingers working together in sync, especially to dull ache that was there when he eased his fingers in me.
"Ah, Fuck. Ryder I can't...oh," I scream in ecstasy panting hard as I try to catch my breath when the strokes of his tongue become longer and harder on my clit.
Unconsciously, my thighs clench around his head to keep him firmly in place to find my release but instead I feel his calloused fingers dig into my fleshy backside keeping me firmly in place. And when it comes, I feel his tongue tickles my insides trying to delve deeper and at his command I gush feeling my eyes roll into the back of my head as my legs buckle riding out the last aftershocks of my orgasms. It's needless to say that I am more or less putty as I feel him slide up against me meeting his lips with mine softly.
"You did good babydoll," he murmurs massage my tongue with his exquisite one softly and I can taste the light traces of my excitement before he lets up, pulling me into his arms.
Under the lull of his racing heartbeat and his gentle caresses, I let him cajole me to sleep to rest my exhausted, flushed body.
*******
"Why are you so quiet?" I heard Tessa's voice above the lull of the quiet chatter and everyone hushed pretending they weren't eavesdropping.
"I'm always quiet."
"Quieter than normal?" She asked and I refrained from rolling my eyes as I sat up.
"Since you what to know, I'm just wondering what this little get together is all about?" I said referring to the fact the two Wallaces had called for a family dinner.
"Isn't normal for a family to have a family dinner?" She asked and I wondered if she couldn't see anything wrong with this picture as I beamed a bemused smile at Kyle who was sitting on my other side.
If Ryder were here, I'm pretty sure he'd be eager to dish out his one liners about how adults are ready to fuck up anyone just for the sake of it, or so he say when he expresses a displeasure of sorts. He does not say it out loud but I'm sure it's one of the reasons he doesn't get along with his father and I'm beginning to see his point. Honestly this wasn't even on the Wallaces. The Montgomery's on the other hand different case and honestly it made my head spin.
Richard Montgomery, Kyle's father, was as slick and sly as they came. He's also sleazy and I'm beginning to wonder how he could be the father to someone like Kyle. Of course, given to today, I wasn't exactly sure if I should trust him anymore. It wasn't for anything but he's sleazy father who keeps on dropping not-so-subtle cues that Kyle and I would be perfect for each other and I'm planning to cut Tony and Kate some slack. During the short period of this dinner, I realized more or less, that Richard was well on the way on vying a position for Mayor, actually I don't know what seat it is anymore but apparently he has a lot of ambitions. Of course not because of his patriotic heart to make the city and country a better place but according to all the dirt I have on him, the reason is in the form of his father in-law, Davis Clarkson who mind you is a true veteran, who greatly disapproves his son-in-law and his life choices, and I stopped at that deciding I did not need an unnecessary headache by reading the rest of the report. And I was point on on thinking he wanted major approval and support from Tony in the scenario that Kyle was my perfect boyfriend and naturally he would gain support as the father of the approved boyfriend of his foster daughter.
As per my perceptive mind, something told me that Tony knew better than acquainting himself more than necessary with him. But alas, he had a weakness. His wife Kate who is naive as can be and not only because she trusts easily but because she had readily agreed that a hickey left by Ryder on my neck was easily a mosquito bite and she offered to solutions to the problem. I wanted to believe that she really wanted to spare me the embarrassment but Logan readily enlightened me. When I saw her the first time, naive wasn't even the last word I'd have associated with her but the tales I'd heard from both Logan and Tess in the period of getting ready for dinner, I was stunned. She took the whole white lotus thing was too far, I thought when it hit me that I really hadn't spent as much time as I thought I did with them. Then again, I practically live in the Stone mansion most of the time or at Alex's when I babysit.
"So Diana? I heard you were particularly interested in sports. You know Kyle is..." And Richard went on to praise Kyle's achievements who actually gave me an embarrassed smile. Yeah, I wasn't sitting through another minute of this.
Want to get out of here. I texted Tessa who replied almost immediately.
Yes, please.
And so, one bathroom excuse, one heavily tipped waiter, a tipped glass of red wine and counting on the fact that Tessa had her car and I didn't have mine we were home free, after we politely rejected Kyle driving us home. I was more glad at the last minute they had decided we'd go out for dinner in a restaurant, otherwise I was sure he'd try everything he could to send us off together. Of course I could have used a simpler way to go home but I doubted potentially saying we had undone assignment that needed to be submitted the next day would have worked since it was known Tess and homework were nothing but enemies. But who was I to judge. Her grades were slightly above average.
But of course, if I thought this was a perfect ending to the night I would definitely not be Diana. Blast, my non-existent luck.