Mirage (21 page)

I take a quick shower and change into a tee shirt and pair of cotton sleep pants. Perfect attire for lounging around the house and spending quality time with the man that I love.

We spend the rest of the afternoon putting my clothes away in the closet in my new room, and some choice lingerie in the dresser in Skylar’s room. We order in dinner and watch movies in the living room, laughing and talking, just being a regular couple that hadn’t been through everything that we had endured for the last year and a half.

I must have passed out in the middle of the movie, because the next thing I remember is Skylar carrying me to bed, his bed. Realizing that I was awake, he sat me on the edge of the bed. He went to his dresser and pulled out a shirt for me to wear. Examining the shirt, I realize that it was another Hooliganz, all black tee shirt. But this one was different than the other one. It wasn’t generic. On the bottom of the back of the shirt it says, ‘Property of Axe’. I look at him confused.

“I was given this shirt when I first joined the club. I was told that my girl would have to wear this shirt to any function we went to or whenever we were out on the bike, but it wasn’t to be given to just any girl, she had to be MY girl. This shirt has sat in this dresser since I brought it home. I never had a girl that I would consider mine until now. I would be honored if you would wear this shirt, letting the world know that you’re mine.”

I start to laugh uncontrollably and Skylar just looks at me, with hurt in his eyes, “Oh Sky, don’t look so sad. Are you asking me out? Do you want me to be your girlfriend? Is this your way of giving me your letter jacket or your class ring? It’s adorable and yes I will wear this shirt. I’ll wear it with pride babe.”

“Oh, a smart ass are we? I know exactly what to do with a smart ass, and you won’t be needing this tonight,” he says taking the shirt out of my hands and tossing it on top of the dresser.

“Hey, ass, you gave me that shirt. It’s mine now, give it back,” I say, standing up from the bed to go retrieve my new shirt that will show the world exactly who I belong too.

Skylar stops me in mid stride and pushes me back on the bed, pinning me down with my arms above my head. He starts by kissing my lips softly, then moves to my neck, licking every place he kissed.

He reaches his hands to the bottom of my shirt, and pulls it over my head. The kisses trailed down my chest and across my stomach, leaving me arching into his touch, needing and wanting more. When he got to the hem of my shorts, he gently starts to pull them off my body. I lift my hips and before I know it, I was laying on the bed stark naked, again, with him ogling my body, like a feast.

“Mira you are so fucking beautiful. I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. The way your body curves, the shape of your tits and this pretty pussy,” he says rubbing his hands down my sides and ending at the apex of my thighs. I open my legs on instinct, putting myself on display for him.

“I promised you a while ago that I would spend more time getting acquainted with this pretty pussy, Mira. Give me your hands,” he requests.

I place my hands in his. He takes his time, kissing each and every finger on both hands before placing them on my thighs, while he stares intently at my body.

“Here’s what I need you to do, other than lay there and enjoy. You’re going to use your hands to open yourself for me, and keep it open. I’m going to devour you, just so you know,” he says as a rush of wetness flowes from me. I can feel the moisture on my thighs.

Doing what he requested, I take my index fingers on both hands and opened my lower lips for him, exposing my clit for him to devour, as he said.

“Fucking perfect,” he says as he descends between my legs, gently licking my cunt. A soft moan escapes my lips as I throw my head back and arch body into his. Skylar’s arms come up from under my hips and grab my hip bones, just under where my arms touch my legs, pulling me into him.

I’m a huge fan of oral sex, but this man wasn’t just performing. He truly was devouring me, like I was a fucking snack pack or something. He knew exactly what he was doing and it didn’t take me long to come. He didn’t stop after my orgasm. I was so sensitive and he kept going, trying to make me come again. It was on the verge of ecstasy and pain, when I finally bucked enough to get him off my pussy. He softly blew on my cunt, almost sending me over the edge again before he crawled up the bed, laying almost on top of me, propped up by his elbows, staring into my eyes.

For the rest of the night, we made love. We didn’t fuck or have sex, we made love. I felt everything he said to me earlier in the day. I knew that this is exactly where I wanted to be. With every stroke of his dick inside me, slowly and passionately, I knew that we loved each other. We loved each other enough to move on with our lives, together.

Laying next to him, curled into his side with my legs draped over his, I kissed his jaw line and nibbling on his shoulder, I showed him everything he had shown to me. That I was his. I belonged to him.

Quickly getting out of bed before he could stop me, I grabbed the tee shirt from the dresser. The one that told the world that I belonged to this man, and slipped it over my head as I climbed back into bed. I wasn’t lying when I said I would wear this shirt with pride.

Lying back on his chest, he kisses my head, tells me goodnight and that he loves me.

I raise my head and look into his eyes, trying to express the regret that I have felt for everything that happened a year ago, I told him everything he needed to hear in that moment.

“Good night Skylar. I love you. Get some rest, we’re going to have a long day tomorrow. We have to tell Kylee our plans to live here and get her furniture here. She’s going to need a bed.”

“We probably should go buy you a bed too. I don’t think your mom will let you take your bed from her house.”

“Don’t worry about that, I already have a bed,” I say, smiling coyly.

“What do you mean?”

“My place is right here, Sky. If it’s okay with you, I’ll be sharing your bed, for as long as you will have me.”

Skylar grabs my face and smiles at me like he had just won the lottery, he kisses me deeply. He moves his hands to my hair and pulls slightly, to angle my head better to get the deep kiss he desired. I have heard about those kinds of kisses that leave you breathless and seem like they last forever. That is exactly what this kiss was to me. When he finally broke, I had to catch my breath and blink the little white dots away from my eyes.

“Sweets, I’ll have you forever and always. I can’t wait for tomorrow. I get to wake up with the most beautiful girl in the world, wearing my shirt and she loves me just as much as I love her.”

“It’s going to be a good day. Now go to bed, no more hanky panky,” I say swatting his hands away as he tries to get them underneath the shirt.

“We have the rest of our lives for hanky panky, sweets. Good night, Mira. I love you.”

Those were the last words I heard before drifting off to a peaceful slumber. I know I am going to sleep better tonight than I have in a very long time.

Chapter Eighteen

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I didn’t think I set the alarm, I thought to myself. God, it must be really late in the day, the light is so bright as I try to open my eyes. I tried to reach over and shut off Skylar’s alarm, but my arm felt funny. I must have slept wrong.

Last night, in bed with Skylar was the most amazing experience of my entire adult life but something doesn’t feel right. I know that Sky doesn’t have Egyptian Cotton sheets but these sheets are just not comfortable, almost scratchy against my skin.

As I try to get my eyes to adjust to the bright light, I finally get them open. Well not really open, open but more open with a squint. Something’s really wrong with this.

I don’t feel any warmth next to me in bed. He might be lying further away from me but my arm feels like it weights a hundred pounds.

Getting familiar with my surroundings, I realize I’m not in Skylar’s room. I’m not even at home.

“Skylar,” I manage to whisper. My throat is so dry, dryer than a desert. I feel like if I were to cough, dust would fly from my mouth. Just trying to mutter those two syllables hurt like hell. I really could use some water.

Trying to move my muscles, any muscles, to get out of bed is killing me. My body doesn’t want to cooperate with my brain. I manage to turn my neck and see what is really going on.

I’m in a hospital. I’m laying on a hospital bed a little bigger than the ones that I have seen before. The bed is wrapped in the generic zero comfort stock white sheets and I’m covered with a similar sheet to the one that is on the bed.

It pains me to move but I scan the room with my eyes trying to figure out what is happening. The beeping noise, it isn’t my alarm clock. It’s some kind of machine that has a tube coming from a bag of clear liquid. My eyes follow the tube down and notice that the end of it is stuck into my arm. An IV? What the hell happened?

Did something happen at the apartment? Did we get robbed and I was injured? Was one of those biker guys the robber? Did they want to hurt me to get to Skylar? If I’m in this bed, where is Skylar? Oh God, oh God, did something happen to him? My stomach starts turning, running through all the possibilities.

Skylar has to be here. I can sense him. I know his presence anywhere, and his scent. I have burned the way he smells into memory so I could never forget. Where the hell is he?

When I turn my neck in the other direction and try to focus my eyes. I see Skylar sleeping awkwardly on a chair in the corner of the room. Saying his name didn’t work. Maybe if I try I can make some kind of noise.

I see that there is a nurse call button lying on the bed next to me. I try to move my hand to grab the call button, but my hand isn’t cooperating. It’s like my brain is telling it what to do, but it’s not listening. I begin sobbing, painfully sobbing, and I see Skylar stir in his chair. I just want to get up, I think to myself.

I think with all my might to get my hand to work with my brain and finally get my hand to the buzzer. I shove the buzzer off my bed, but it’s connected to a cord that’s attached to my hospital gown. My panic is mixing with my sobs. There is no worse feeling than not having control over your body and right now I’m in pure hell. I just want to crawl onto Skylar’s lap and have him hold me.

Skylar stirs again as my heaving whisper of cries continue. His eyes flutter open and then a look of almost pure shock is written across his face. He stands from the chair, stretching like he’s trying to wake himself up, but looking at me as if he’s seen a ghost. Carefully walking over to me, eyes almost popping out of his head, I hear his voice, “Mira? Mira, can you hear me?”

My sobs slightly lessen as I nod my head, in short up and down motions.

“Mira, I’m here, I’m here, shhhhh,” Skylar says brushing the hair off my sweat soaked face and rubbing my head. “I’ve got you, you’re ok. Just breathe sweets.”

Again, I nod. “Water,” I croak out.

Skylar walks over to the table next to the chair he was sleeping on. He grabs a white plastic cup with a straw sticking out of it. Skylar walks over to the sink in the opposite corner of the room, rinsing the cup and filling it with water. He slowly moves back to the side of my bed, placing the straw into my mouth to let me have a sip.

I don’t know if it’s because of the amazing sex last night or if it’s because I’m so parched, but this water might be the greatest thing I have ever tasted. I can’t help but attempt to devour the entire cup Skylar poured for me, but he stops me, removing the straw from my mouth.

“Slow down Sweets. There’s more where that came from,” Skylar jokes.

After having some water and quenching my thirst, my throat feels a lot better. I try to move my arm to hold Skylar’s hand as he pulls a chair to the side of my bed and leans towards me. My arm still feels heavy and stiff. I can move my fingers but the actual lifting, it’s harder than it sounds.

Sky must have noticed me staring at his hand so he leans on the bed with his elbows on the thin mattress and putts his arms at a ninety-degree angle and rests his chin on his closed fists. Why is he acting so strange? He must know I want to hold his hand, but he makes no gesture to oblige. If anything, he’s trying not to touch me.

“Skylar?” I am able to get out much easier. It took me a little bit of time to annunciate his name, but at least I said it without pain.

“Mi, I missed you so much. I knew you would come back. God, I just knew it. Everyone thought I was crazy, but I wouldn’t give up on you. I couldn’t.”

I glance at the cup of water that Skylar set down on the table next to my bed. He read my mind, when he lifted the straw again to my mouth to let me drink. Removing the straw from my mouth, he places the cup back on the side table. I cock my head to the side, trying to process what he just said. He missed me? Why? Knew I would come back?

“Mira, can you talk to me? Can you tell me what you remember?”

Taking a deep breath I start to talk, but my brain feels clouded and I’m not sure if I can form a coherent thought, but I try to anyway. I need to understand what happened between going to bed and waking up in a hospital room.

“I remember Kylee leaving to go back to Grand Rapids to get her stuff,” I say slowly. My head is so jumbled it feels like I have lost a whole period of time.

“Then we were lying on the couch watching a movie,” I say. Skylar is staring at me, with a similar confused look on his face. How are we not on the same page?

“The last thing I remember is going in the bedroom, making love and going to sleep in your arms. And now I wake up here. What happened babe?” I ask, taking a deep breath. I really don’t get why it’s so hard for me to talk or speak a few sentences without feeling completely winded, like I just ran a marathon. I am utterly exhausted from speaking just a few words.

“Mira, I am really…” Skylar starts to say as I close my eyes. “Mira?” Skylar says with panic in his voice, jolting me back awake. I try again to lift my hand and am able to get it closer to Skylar. I just want to touch him, feel him. I need for him to touch me.