A Pretty Pill (26 page)

“He can live in the flat downstairs
; it was where I lived when I was a teenager.” I explain.

Jade’s face drops... her mouth literally drops open.

“Just saying!” I shrug.

“You’re just saying?” she says softly, “You sound like you’ve thought about it.” She argues softly.

“Of course!  Silas is out of work; I can have him battle ready and out there earning money in no time if he were here.” I explain.  Actually, I could do it anyway now that he has heaps of time.  But I’m not helping my cause by indicating that to her, when in actual fact I’d really like her to move in.

“You might suck in bed!” she says, slightly smiling.

“I do, wherever necessary!” I tease.

She slaps me and laughs.  Then she
walks away, and makes her way upstairs.

At least I broke the idea to her without it being a deal breaker or a huge mistake.  Now all I have to do is convince Silas to convince her.  I’ll see him this afternoon.

“How’s Silas?” I shout to her as she reaches the top of the stairs.

“Better!” she shouts down.  “I’ll visit him again later.” She says.

“Okay, I’ll go in soon then, so we can space out his company better.” I reason.

She actually takes a huge breath in, dumps her back pack and helmet and runs back down the stairs... to confront me.

“Thank you!” she says genuinely grateful, before moving swiftly in to hug me fiercely around my neck; like a small child might hug an adult that just gave them the best present ever!

“You’re welcome!” I say, returning her hug, by placing my arms around her slim waist.

We stay there for a while, both breathing each other in; before she looks up and smiles; and then dashes back to the stairs and up them to go and watch her stupid
Ryan Gosling
movie with my Mum.

***

“So do you think you’d be up for that?” I ask Silas.

“Really?  You’d train me fulltime and I could live in your house?” Silas asks incredulously.

“Why not?  You’re unemployed now, so once you get out of here, and your meds are tailored better, then we can get started on getting you better trained.” I reason.  I’m not up with the whole mental illness and fighting professionally issue, but seriously, I just couldn’t see how it was anyone else’s business anyway; just as long as we make sure Silas is properly medicated.

“Wow
, I’m... speechless?” he says.

“Thing is
, we’ll have to work on your sister moving in too.” I suggest. vzyl

“You are one fucking
huge glutton for punishment, and stubborn as all hell; continually running after her!” he chuckles, giving me a pointedly feral look.

“She stayed over last night.” I point out.

“So she tells me,” Silas confirms.  “She reckons she’ll give you a go; try you on for size!” he laughs, moving his Knight and calling check on our game of chess.

“In the wise words of
Yoda
... she’ll either do, or not do!  There is no try!” I put on my best
Yoda
voice, and move my King to safety.

Silas looks at me like I’m a moron.

“In the wise words of Silas, checkmate!” he says, moving his Rook into line with my King and its only place of safety.  “You know, your shit at chess when you’re talking about Jade.” He states.

“You’re probably shit at chess when you think of Shae!” I counter.

“True.” He says.

“How’s Shae?” I ask.  I know her parents don’t know he’s here, and that she’s been using her study burdens for excuses to hide the fact that she can’t spend nights with Silas at the moment.  She catches buses to and from here to visit and she’s still apparently madly in love with the psycho bastard.

“Good, horny, but good!” he states.

Aren’t we all;
I think.

***

It’s absolutely pouring rain when I get back home from visiting Silas.  I’ve noticed that Jade’s bike is now in the garage as I pull in, beside Mum’s car.  I pull up beside it and sit there for a second, before I turn the bike off and then remain for a further five minutes seated on my bike, allowing the water to slide off me as I think.

Despite wearing my wet weather gear, I’m still soaked.  When rain is this determined to soak everything, it finds every damned crack in your armour
, and my socks are soaking wet and my chest is feeling a little clammy under my jacket.

I climb off
my bike and pull my helmet off; taking it over to the work bench and placing it there, alongside my gloves.

I’m wearing some camo wet weather pants that I found on the internet, and while they’re pretty good for
the weather, and light weight, so that I’m not feeling like a sumo wrestler wearing them; they’re also not conducive to staying warm.  I’m thinking right now that a hot shower would be good.

Turning around to make my way to the
door for the internal stairs, I find Jade standing there looking at me.

“Nice weather for a ride?” she smirks.

“Even better that there are about twice as many arseholes trying to kill me out there.” I grumble.

I mean, what is it about people driving in wet weather?  They lose their brains!  I had my headlight on
, I gave plenty of room; but they’re determined to drive more erratically in more dangerous weather than they are when the weather is fine!

“I know
, people drive stupidly in wet weather, like they need to get out of it because they’re getting wet!  When they should be slowing down and being more cautious!” she argues.

“I’m hearing
you; they’re a bunch of dickheads!” I lament.

She chuckles.

“Mum okay?” I ask; pulling my jacket off, and hanging it on a peg besides the door she is standing next to.

“Yeah
, she’s resting.” She answers.  “We had a good afternoon.  She agrees with me on the Ryan Gosling thing.  She thought he was pretty hot for a young man.  But she liked the guy in the other movie we watched better.” She laughs. 

“Which was?” I ask.

“We also watched The Proposal.” She says.  “It has my other movie star crush in it.  She absolutely laughed her arse off at the bathroom scene.  I think it broke her!” she says, laughing.

I’m standing there with my arms folded
, all I heard from Jade after
‘other movie star crush,’
was
‘laughing’
... who’s this other guy?

“Who’s the guy in that movie?” I ask
; eyebrows definitely on the rise.

“
Ryan Reynolds
.” She gushes.  “Is he a cousin?  Maybe you can introduce me?” she smirks.

“What?  No!” I answer disgustedly. 
“You’ve got a thing for Ryans!” I point out.

“No I don’t!” she defends herself.

“You do...
Ryan Gosling
and
Ryan Reynolds
!  Both of them your movie star crushes!” I remark.

“You jealous?” she queries
, giving me a smirk.

“Not at all
, I’m real!” I explain.

“They’re real.” She argues.

“Yes, they’re real, but they’re not in real life the people they play, they might in actuality be complete arseholes!” I explain, finally getting around to pulling off my boots and wet socks.

“I like you
, and you’re an arsehole!” she says, shrugging.

I stop pulling off my socks and I stare at her
, she smirks at me and then looks at the floor; smiling full strength at the concrete.

“What?” she says
, looking up at me through her fucking gorgeous eyelashes as I finally pull off my other sock and throw it at the floor. 

Her sexy smile and alluring look
makes my heart jump into my throat; and suddenly, the cold’s not an issue anymore, due to the heat that’s just developed between us.  But my breathing, it’s got issues.

If this was the perfect moment, I’d
have washed my hands...

If th
is moment was perfect... I wouldn’t be standing in my garage looking like I’ve just ridden through the seven gates of hell.

If moments for finally cutting the crap came around with perfect timing, we’d all be perpetually showered, have a stylist on hand to make sure we looked our best and have just realised what was about to occur so we could smell good.

This was nothing like that... it wasn’t anywhere near perfect... but it was right!

The
surging storm outside has nothing on the roaring that is currently thundering through my body in this moment. 

She s
ees it, she sees the change in my look, the change in my stance, and the change in the electricity that surrounds us because it is in that moment that I alter into her predator.

Her chest i
s rising and falling in huge waves as she struggles to find a rhythm to her breathing.  My body is screaming at me to reach for her... to grab her and lay her bare beneath me.  The instinctual nature of my need for her is overpowering, and I’m not about to stop it; heaven help anyone that is going to try and get in my way, I may quite literally tear them limb from limb!

Jade.

Oh shit... oh shit
.
.. no, really;
motherfucking shit and hellfire!

He quite literally crashes into me and pushes me back into the wall
between the two doors, one is for the stairwell to upstairs, the other is the entrance to the flat downstairs; I’m at risk for another concussion, I hit the plasterboard that hard. 

Somewhere amongst all that frantic movement, his mouth f
inds my mouth and his hands find my face.

And then the fires that have lain semi-dormant since he last kissed me are in full blaze, and I’m
endeavouring to merge with him in ways that I have never attempted before.

There is a passion that’s reaching a fever-pitch right now, and I’m absolutely certain that there is nothing I can do to quench it.  If we were able to stumble out into this pouring rain, we’d simply mist it up; because the water would evaporate within inches of approaching our entwining bodies.

Ben’s mouth is devouring mine, his tongue is fiercely claiming every surface of mine... his teeth are teasingly biting down on my tongue, and my lip.  His hands are forcing my face to stay where he desires to keep it; to maximise his claim; and I’m matching him and pouring my molten desire into him, willing him to claim me entirely, to pull me to him and ram himself into me with enough force to completely merge with me and become one person.

He’s moaning; guttural and raw.  His body is pressing desperately up against mine, and the ridge of his erection is painfully and bruisingly obvious
against my mound.  I already know my pussy is crying out for him to have me and is prepared to take him... my pelvis in its entirety is burdened with the aching need.

My body is not tingling like the last time we came together
, it’s screaming, desperate for release, like an aching junkie fraught with need for a hit.  I’m quite literally shaking with an urgency to feel him against me, inside me; and so my body instinctually knows to pull myself up onto him, wrap my legs around him and start grinding my pussy against him, as he pushes me into and almost through the wall.

He whimpers in his throat and the noise subliminally adjusts the pattern of our breathing; and
it’s as though we have been experiencing hyperthermia, which has rendered our breathing a shuddering mess.

Ben drops his hands from my face and grabs my arse.  He begins grinding
urgently back into me, and I’m desperately whimpering and moaning for him to just fucking crawl inside me and claim me completely.

Ben.

I just can’t think clearly, I can only feel.  And I’m feeling like my body is exploding and being incinerated.  My cock is beyond desperate to be buried inside of her... it wants my whole body to slip inside and wear her like a second skin.

I feel like my soul is a shattered conglomerate mess, swirling between us and colliding with the fractured pieces she presents of her own.

My heart is beating out
side of my chest and I’m shaking with need to have her... immediately!

I reach to the door of the flat and manage to stumble inside.

I’m moving on instinct.  I know this flat because I used to live in here.  I’m clinging to Jade like she’s my life raft in stormy seas, and I make my way across the living area and to the bedroom, which gratefully has the door open, because I’ve run out of multitasking abilities.  Walking with Jade in my arms while we devour each other is all I can manage right now.

I stumble into the room and turn to the bed.

I need Jade to lie down on the bed and I need to instantaneously have her naked as well, preferably with me inside her, and it needs to happen in like... seconds!