Fake (A Pretty Pill) (32 page)

“Shit Isi.  I’m a dumbass.  I should’ve just dropped it.  I agree
that if it makes you feel like that, you should totally forget about it.” I reason, walking the final hump and seeing the car on the other side of the road.

“Thank you.” she whispers.

“However, next time you want to throw down and have strong opinions about stuff.  Can you just tell me what’s going on so we can avoid nighttime dashes across golf courses and plunging into rivers?”

“Yeah.”

I sigh, this has been exhausting.

“I don’t want to put you offside now that you’re being sensible, but you kind of pissed me off.” I say
, stepping across the water-filled ditch and traversing the other ditch before heading into the scrubby shrubs.

“I was angry at you.  I’m still a bit pissed.”
she mumbles.

“Is the picnic blanket in the back?”

“Yeah.” She says as I walk across the road.

I put her down on the passenger side of the car.  This is not a quiet road
, so I get the blanket out and hold it up.

“You need to strip out of those clothes.” I tell her.

“I’ll freeze.” she replies, already beginning to shudder.

“You’ll freeze if you don’t.  You can leave your undies…”

“Panties.” she interrupts.

“Yes, yes
panties.  God damn, and leave your bra on, but everything else needs to come off.”

She’s grumbling
but she’s complying.

Her j
eans are making that wet schlucking sound… schluck, off her legs and her sweater and top make a wet slapping sound as they collide with the roof.

My back and ass are wet and cold; but really, I’m okay in just my boxers. I’ll warm up at home.

I wrap the blanket around her shuddering body and guide her to the driver’s door.  Tucking her in I then close it.

I hop in the passenger side and strip down before buckling up.

We make it 5 minutes down the road before Isi is shaking too much and it becomes obvious that the heater isn’t doing a damn thing for her.

“Pull over there.” I point
her to a darkened side street. 

“W
.w.why?” She shivers.

“I need to warm you up.” I chuckle.

“W.w.warm me up?”

“Body warmth.”

She just slowly moves out of the traffic and drives to where I pointed.

“Just go a bit further down Isi.  I don’t want any company.” I explain.

She manages to drive the last distance I indicated and then she pulls up and turns the engine off.

“Climb over here.” I say gently.

“I c.c.can’t.t.t”

I sigh, get out my side, run around to hers, pull open the door and pull her out.  I then open the back door and get her to climb in; moving in behind her.

“Take off the blanket.”

She looks at me like I’m crazy.

“Take it off Isi.” I demand.  I’m going to get pissed off in a minute.  My fuse is still short.

“I’m c
.cold and y.y.you don’t look v.v.very warm.m.m.”

I groan and roll my eyes.

“I have more than a passive exchange in mind.” I growl.

She sheepishly unwraps
and I take the blanket and leaning forward, pulling it around the back of me.

“Get on.” I grin.

“You g.going to f.f.fuck me?” she asks, trying to smile.

I grin at her.
  “That sounds amazingly sexy considering the chattering.”

She crawls onto my lap
facing me and I wrap my arms around her shaking body.

“
Man, you are freezing!  Isi, I have to hold the blanket, so you’ll need to actively participate here.  You’ll warm up faster anyway.”  I reason.

Her teeth are c
lacking together, but she’s smiling.  I want to kiss her, but I also don’t want to lose my tongue to her teeth.  I go with kissing her neck and jaw for now.

It takes an inordinate amount of time for her teeth to slow down, despite me trying my very best moves
in this position.  My cock by now is painfully aroused pushed up against her and I’m desperate to go for hard and quick sex.

I
begin to kiss her mouth and it remains still, no chattering.

“Thank fuck.” I murmur, beginning in earnest
to kiss her.  She whimpers back and I’m sure her body has been anticipating this too, just with a bit less heat.

“You need to reach down Isi and free me.”
I direct her, only just maintaining my kiss.

She pushes her arms down in between us
, shifts her hips back slightly and pulls the elastic waist of my boxers down over my package.  She’s not wasting any more time, the next thing I know is that she’s got her hand around my shaft and then she’s lifting her hips so she can push me inside her.  I’m guessing she’s moved her
panties
to one side.

Who cares,
she’s now impaled on me and it feels fantastic because she’s moving vigorously on top of me and it’s all I wanted.

“Fuck, shit,
God.” I lament, releasing her mouth and tilting my head back.

Isi’s going for broke.  It’s definitely warming me up.

“Oh shit Silas.  You fucking pissed me off so much tonight.” she rasps as she’s bouncing up and down my shaft, hard and fast.

It r
eturns the angst I felt earlier and I lay off holding the blanket and grab her hips.

“
I pissed you off?  You have no fucking idea how pissed off you made me,” I growl as I still her hips above me and then begin slamming her down onto me, directing the pace and strength of our contact.

“Holy shit.” She breaths out and
I can feel her coming, but I want to fuck her a bit longer, so I’m glad she reminded me that she ran across a fucking golf course and fell into a God damn river.  It helps me hold out and energetically enjoy the ride for longer, I begin to meet her half way by thrusting up as well.

And now
I’m moaning and thrusting up into her while forcing her down and she’s screaming hoarsely my name, God, fuck and everything she can manage.

“Oh.
” I moan out, I can feel the bursting rapture build and I’m about to explode.  “Oh, fuck… Ohhhh… Isi, Shit. 
OH
!
” I explode, and just as I thrust that all important second time, I hear the initial burst of a police siren and I open my eyes to see the shocked face of Isi; highlighted by flashing red and blue lights.

***

“Belle I understand what you’re saying, but you really must understand I’m not happy to find you out here having sex with some guy.”  Officer Stephens says.

“I needed to get warm.  And h
e’s not some random guy.”

“I’ve never heard about him.” He reasons.

“Why would you have?  I don’t hang out with you guys anymore.”

“He looks like a kid Belle.  Is he even over 18?” he asks.

“Yes Adam.” she growls.

I’m not a fucking kid mate,
come and stand next to me and we’ll see who’s the scrawny one.

“W
ell I see your mom all the time,”

“So you’ve met her young
er man then.” she interrupts.

“Young
er man?”

“She left dad for a 20 year old three weeks ago.” she explains.

“No, and I saw her only; actually, I think I saw her around three weeks ago.” he reasons.

“Well I’ve been living with Silas for months.”

“Why wouldn’t she say anything?” he asks.

“Because she’s a bitch.”
She fumes.

“Okay Belle.  I can see you
’ve had a rough night, and you should go home and get some clothes on.” he says, motioning with his hand to the fact that she’s wrapped in a blanket only.  “And you know,” he leans in to whisper, but I can hear him clearly, “I always thought you were a kickass chick.  You could’ve hung out with me anytime. You still can.”

“Ah, thanks?”

“Catch you later Belle.  No more jumping into water on cool nights and having sex in the car with lover boy.” he chuckles.

Come here and get your lover boy asshole.  I
’ll fucking rearrange your face.
  I seethe.  He just hit on Isi right in front of me.

She climbs into the driver seat.

“I really want to punch that fucker’s lights out.” I growl.

“Why?”

“He just hit on you right in front of me.”

“He hits on all the girls.” she shrugs.

“I don’t give a shit.  You don’t do that crap in front of the boyfriend.”

“I don’t think he thought you heard.”

“Then he should realize that 60 decibels is the normal level for conversation, not for whispering.” I complain.

“How do you know what decibels are normal?” she chuckles.

“It’s just one of those lame facts I happen to have crammed in my brain.” I smirk.

“I like your
lame facts.” she soothes.

“You have to like
them.” I say.

“Why?”

“Because you’ve got to put up with them forever.” I point out.

She grins.

Isi.

“Oh wow, it smells so good in here.” I enthuse to Jade.

“I think I may have outdone myself this time.” Jade states keeping the door open while Silas and I stumble through.

“Ben let you cook Thanksgiving dinner?” Silas teases.

Jade slaps him in the back of the head.

“Go and do your uncle duties asshole.”

“Oh yes, of course madam.” He replies in a posh tone.  “I guess Reynolds,
Ow…
Damn Jade.
  That was uncalled for.” He squeals, holding his hand over his nipple to soothe it because Jade just twisted it.

“You call him Reynolds, I’ll give you a nipple cripple.” she says, narrowing her eyes at him.

Silas is obviously as stubborn as all hell.

“Reynolds,” he calls out
as if looking for the baby to come find him.

“F
ucking cocksucker.” Jade curses and takes off after a now running for his life Silas.

I’m shaking my head in wonder at these two.  They’re almost always like this.

Ben enters the foyer and turns to see what I’m seeing down the hallway.  Wrestling siblings’ hell bent on revenge.  Right now, Silas has managed to half wrestle Jade to the floor and is dangling a luegy over her face and then sucking it back in.  It’s gross and totally juvenile.

“Come on
Isi; let’s leave the children to their fun.” Ben chuckles and takes the cake out of my hands that I’ve brought with me.

I cooked it following a recipe I found on the internet; I just hope it tastes good.  I’m a good cook, but I’m nothing special either.  I have a few e
xcellent recipes I’ve perfected and Silas loves them, but I’m only mediocre at new things.

“Get back here
.” Jade shouts, running after Silas through the kitchen and then back through to the lounge and entry.

I watch them go
again.

“So
, Jade cooked dinner this time?” I ask.

“Yeah, she totally did everything.  She prepar
ed the turkey for 24 hours.  Marinating it in a
‘secret recipe’
she picked up from the markets.  It’ll be interesting.  I think it smells pretty good, so that’s a start.  It’s got a slight spiciness about it.” He smiles.

“Where’s Ben?”

“I’m guessing he’s awake down the hall.” He smiles.

Ben is a stunning man
, especially when he smiles.

Lucky for
me, Silas in a few years is going to totally kick Ben’s ass in the who’s more gorgeous category.  Right now, they’re fairly evenly matched.

“Can I go and get him?”

“Sure, he might be a bit smelly though.” Ben says.

“Oh, I’ve changed his diaper a couple of times now.  I can do it if you trust me.” I explain.

“You’ve done it already?”

“Yeah, Silas was a bit chicken.  He watched from the doorway.” I chuckle.

“That’d be right.  Pass the responsibility to Aunt Isi.” Ben laughs.

I’m not laughing, I’m staring.  Ben just called me little Ben’s Auntie.

“Oh… thanks.”

“Wh
at for?”

“For the Auntie reference.”

“Oh yeah, of course.” Ben smiles before moving in to put his arm around my shoulder and walk me down to the baby’s room.  “You are his Aunt.  You’re part of this whacked out family.” he enthuses.