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Authors: ML Ross

Wanted (9 page)

Chapter 9 - Vanessa

 

 

“This
seriously looks like the family truckster from National Lampoon’s Family
vacation!”  I squeal bending over in laughter.

“I
know but I can’t drive my FJ.  It’s all dented up and they’ll spot it
immediately.  We have to use Gramps’ car.”

We
drive away from Gunnison to a smaller town for some clothes, food and
stuff.  We both have hats and sunglasses on. Ryan’s hair is poking out of
his hat, flipping up over his ears.  Adorable.  He has an old pair of
faded jeans on that hang a bit from his waist and an Affliction t-shirt that
hugs him in all the right places. He looks like a movie star trying not to be
recognized.  We both realized this morning that I have no pants.  So,
the plan is for Ryan to run into a store and get me pants so we can finish
getting everything else we need.

“How
about this store?” He asks pulling in front of a small boutique.

“It’ll
work.”

“So,
what size are you?  I never bought a girl pants before?”

“It
would be easiest to just get me leggings or yoga pants and a plain t-shirt in a
size medium.”

“What
the fuck are leggings? And you are not a medium.  You are definitely small
or extra small.”

“You’re
sweet but I’m a medium.  Just get any stretchy cotton pants in
black.  I’m not picky.”

He
glances back at me before he disappears into the store.  He still doesn’t
trust me. Hopefully this small town won’t be suspicious of a boy in a hat and sunglasses
buying girl’s pants.  Less than ten minutes later, he comes out with a
small bag.  The way he’s rushing out, you’d think he just robbed a bank.

He
gets in the driver’s side and throws the bag at me. “That was fucking
embarrassing.”

“I
forgot to ask you to get me underwear.”  He quickly turns his head towards
me and just glares.

“I
asked the lady where the yoga pants were and every lady in there stopped to
stare at me.”

I
can’t help it, I bust out laughing.

“When
I asked for a medium, they looked at me confused.” He says as he holds his arms
out to showcase his “not so medium body”.

“Oh
come on, they knew these were probably for your girlfriend.” As the words
spilled out, I couldn’t get them back.  They were out there.  He
doesn’t say anything but my face is red again.

I
pull the pants out and hold them up. ”Good job.”  I reach under his shirt
that hits me mid-thigh and I pull his boxers down my legs. “Whoa!  What
the fuck!  A warning would be nice!” Playfully, I throw the boxers at his
face.  I pull the yoga pants up and then pull the shirt out of the
bag.  “Nice!”  It’s a gray v-neck t-shirt with
Miss Me
in
rhinestones across the chest.

“The
lady picked it out.  Must be damn special.  It was $50. For a fucking
t-shirt.”

“I
said plain.  This is an expensive brand.  I lift his t-shirt up and
over my head.  Thank goodness I do still have my bra and it’s not too
ugly.  It’s white but lacy.  He doesn’t turn away.  I can feel
his eyes on me and my body immediately warms.  I pull the
Miss Me
shirt over my head and look at him.  Yep, he’s staring at me like I’m a
cheeseburger.  He does that sexy thing with his tongue, where he touches
it to the top of his lip. Kiss me, I say inside my head.  I think I’m
saying it with my eyes as well but maybe not because he’s looking at me funny.

“Are
you okay?” He asks me. The ring in his eyebrow raising slightly.

“Yep,
peachy.”  I feel the need to fan my face but I quickly distract
myself.  “There’s a grocery store across the street.  We can get food
and hair color and stuff there. I need a toothbrush too!”

“Perfect.”

It’s
a mild 43 degrees today but sunny as always.  Every time the sun goes
behind the clouds, I shiver.

“Here,
take this.”  Ryan removes his button down flannel he wore over his t-shirt
and hands it to me.  “I should have gotten you a jacket in that
store.  I wasn’t thinking.”

“It’s
okay.  Thanks for this.”  I pull on his flannel and refrain from
shoving it under my nose to inhale his scent.

We
travel quickly through the grocery store and only buy what’s necessary. 
Ryan has to use cash and he knows if he makes a withdrawal they can trace him.
We buy basics like bread, peanut butter, soup, and coffee.  We buy a Nice
and Easy brunette color that Ryan picks out, a toothbrush and a
hairbrush.  We pass the condom aisle and he slows down giving me bedroom
eyes.  I know he’s playing with me but a blush spreads across my face
anyway.  I think he loves embarrassing me. He buys stamps and I watch as
he drops the letter to my Mom in the mail slot.

 
We head back to the cabin and I pay attention to where we are now and how we
get to and from the cabin.  He glances over at me knowing I can leave and
find my way.  I won’t.  I want to help him.  My Mom will know
that I’m okay and I will be home soon.

We
unpack the car and put the groceries away. Ryan sits down in the chair with a
newspaper he bought.  I grab the box of hair color and look at the
directions. I’ve never colored my hair before and I am so nervous.  I
start to think I should cut it as well.  I need to look different. My face
is all over the news, although the pictures they chose are not great.  I
disappear in the bathroom with the box and look for some scissors.  Not
the greatest but they’ll work.  I pull my long hair into my fist.  I
close my eyes and open them again.  Before I can think anymore, I cut
it.  I pull my hand away holding about six inches of hair.  Looking
into the mirror, I feel my eyes start to burn with salty tears.  My hair
is hacked right up to my shoulders.  It’s shocking.  I can’t even
remember my hair ever being this short. I do my best to trim it up until it
looks decent. I even give myself a long bang.  It’s amazing how the cut
changes the shape of my face.  I open the tubes of color and mix according
to the directions and massage it at the roots, having to rest now and
then.  My arm is still sore.  I spread the color to my ends. 
Tears are rolling my down my face now.  I don’t recognize myself
anymore.  I sit on the toilet crying into my hands until I think twenty
minutes have passed.  I bend over the sink to rinse, condition and rinse
again.  I brush it out, grab the eyeliner and mascara I bought and try to
change the look of my eyes.  I don’t usually wear a lot of make-up so it
makes a huge difference.  The reflection in the mirror is no longer
me.  If I don’t even recognize myself, I guess I did a good job. I take a
deep breath and walk out of the bathroom.

Ryan
turns around in the chair and then puts his newspaper down.  He can tell
I’m upset.  He walks over and studies me.  “Wow.  You look
totally different.  I didn’t think you were going to cut it.” He takes a
piece of my hair and rolls it in his fingers before letting it go.  “I
can’t believe you did this for me.”

“For
us.”

“I
like it.”  Then he smiles at me.

It’s
a panty soaking smile.  It lights up his whole face and makes his blue
eyes sparkle. His hair is so long and the scruff on his face covers his
features but I’m undeniably attracted to him.

“Thanks. 
Are you hungry?  I can make us soup while you start a fire?”

“Are
you okay?”

“Yeah. 
I’m okay.”  He nods his head.

“Soup
sounds good.  Do you like wine?”

“Yes! 
Why?”  I could use a drink.  I could really use a drink!

“Gramps
must have too. I found his stash.  Reds and whites.  I’m not a wine
drinker but I’ll open a bottle and have some with you.”

“Mmmmm….that
sounds so good.”  I say with my eyes closed. When I open them, Ryan has a
look of hunger in his eyes.  “You look at me sometimes like I’m a
cheeseburger.” This time the words actually leave my mouth.

He
studies me a minute with that tongue doing that thing again!  “That’s
because the sounds you make sometimes…I don’t know.”  He shakes his head
running his thumb over his scruff.  “They fucking make me crazy.”

I
don’t know what to say to that and the look in his eyes makes my belly flop so
I smile and head towards the kitchen to cook our soup. As the soup is heating
on the stove, my mind drifts off.   I think about how my heart
flutters every time Ryan looks at me with his piercing blue eyes.  I think
about how comfortable I feel around him. He makes me feel safe. I think about
the wetness between my legs right now when I think about him touching me. 
Would he be gentle? Would he be in control?  Would he handcuff me? 
My nipples stiffen at the thought.  I know Ryan is holding me here against
my will.  Kind of.  I probably shouldn’t have these feelings for him
but I haven’t thought of James once since I woke up here and I’ve never felt so
overwhelmed with desire just being in a man’s presence.  Ryan is rock hard
and handsome as hell but there is something else about him.  Something
that draws me to him.  I wonder about his relationship with Kim. I’m not
really sure where they will stand when this is over. 

As
Ryan gets the fire started, I’m looking for a wine bottle opener in the drawers
when I feel his body heat behind me. I immediately freeze and my heart rate
skyrockets.  Whispered breathe blows from my slightly parted lips. 
He presses himself against my back and I feel his dick press against my ass. 
He cages me in with his arms on each side of me on the countertop.  His
breath his warm as it caresses my neck, blowing stray strands of hair as he
softly breathes.  A tingle spreads from my head to my toes and I close my
eyes to gain control of my body’s reaction to him.  My knees feel weak so
I grab onto the counter.  His wet lips barely touch my neck and I swear I
have an orgasm.  Tiny noises escape my mouth. 

“I
want you so bad.  Say you want me too.”  He whispers into my ear as
he drags his lips over them.  “I can smell your arousal, are you wet?”

“Yes.”
I breathe out.

He
spins me around by my hips and lifts me onto the counter.  His large hands
push my knees apart and then he wedges himself in between them.  He grabs
my face with his hands spread on each of my cheeks and not even thinking twice,
he devours my mouth.  My hands reach up and cover his holding them to my
face. His tongue dives in, exploring me.  His wet, full lips sucking my
lips into his mouth, tasting me.  He nips with his teeth. His thumbs
massage my cheeks as he continues his assault.  He tilts my head back and
drags his lips down my neck sucking and licking a path down to the V in my
t-shirt, the hair on his face tickling me.  He grabs the hem of my shirt
and pulls it over my head in one quick motion, throwing it to the floor and
then he grabs the back of his own shirt and adds it to the pile.  My bra
is off seconds later as he fills his mouth with my small breast.  I can’t
help the loud moan that fills the room. My body feels super sensitive to his
touch.  My panties are completely drenched.  Swirling his tongue
around my nipple until I feel the tingle, he sucks it hard into his mouth and
then blows his warm breath over it.  He does the same to the other.
 I balance myself on the counter with my hands behind me, leaning back on
them and arching myself towards him so he can feast on me. He wraps one arm
around my lower back holding me to him as he sucks on my tits mercilessly.
 I watch his tongue flick across my nipples as embarrassing loud moans mix
with the sounds of the fire crackling. I start to feel a strong pull happening
low in my belly.

“Oh
God.  You’re gonna make me come.”  I’m so embarrassed.  I feel
like an in-experienced teenager.  He’s probably so turned off.  I
just can’t help it, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.  As the pull
becomes a throb, I start to move my hips towards him searching for something
more.  I need to come.  I move my hand slightly to steady myself and
scream as I feel hot liquid burning my hand.  I jump and Ryan quickly
lifts me off the counter and sets me down on the floor.

“Shit! 
The soup.  Are you okay?  Are you burned?” 

“It’s
okay.”  I assure him as I’m jumping around shaking my hand in the air and
blowing on it. Shit, that hurt.  I then realize I am bouncing up and down
topless as Ryan is watching me.  He laughs and throws my shirt at me.

“Come
here.”  He hooks his finger reeling me to him.

I
pull my shirt on and walk over to him.  He takes my hand and kisses it
lightly and then looks at it closer.  “You’re going to get blisters. 
I’ll put that antibiotic shit on it and a bandage.  It’s gonna sting.” He
pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head. I hide my face in his bare
chest.

“I’m
so embarrassed.”

“Don’t
be.  You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He
leads me to the bathroom to rub some ointment on my burn and bandage it
up.  I feel stupid but most of all, I have a terrible ache between my legs
that needs to be dealt with still.

“I’m
going to clean up the mess and then we can eat, okay?”

“Okay.”
He walks out of the bathroom. I think he knows I need a moment.  I sit on
the toilet and try to calm my nerves.  My heart is beating super-fast and
my stomach is doing cartwheels.  My body is burning up.  This is what
it feels like.  Passion. I take a deep breath and walk back into the
kitchen.

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