Wanted (15 page)

I
think I finally get a few good hours of sleep, safely tucked away in Ryan’s
arms.  I wake up with drool sticking to the side of my mouth and my sweaty
face stuck to Ryan’s hard chest.  The guy is hot like an oven. 
Sleeping in this twin bed tangled in each other is nice but holy hell does he
heat me up.  I lift up my head and wipe the dried spit from my
mouth.  I look at Ryan spread eagle on the bed with his hands behind his
head.  Buck naked.  I study him while I can. He’s gorgeous.  His
hair is sticking up all over.  He’s all muscle.  His tattoo is sexy
as hell.  It’s some sort of Celtic cross that’s all black and takes up
most of his bicep.  He has a light dusting of hair on his chest that leads
to a path right down to where my mouth needs to be.  His legs are slightly
spread and he is ready for me whether he knows it or not.  I sneak into
the bathroom and splash some water on my face.  I brush my teeth and
tiptoe quietly back into the bedroom.  He’s still sleeping. I climb up on
the bed and straddle his legs and take hold of him in my hand.  His dick
immediately stands to attention in my fist.  I give it a few pumps and
then wrap my lips around him and suck.  Ryan stirs and then moans.

“Morning
Ness.”  He groans with his eyes still closed.

I
just hum with him in my mouth.  I have Lisa to thank for that.  He
goes a little crazy and I love it. He grabs a fist full of my hair and guides
me up and down his length faster.  I suction my mouth around him as I pull
and then swirl my tongue around the tip and repeat.  He pushes his hips up
to my mouth to encourage me to take him deeper, so I do.  As his breathing
becomes faster and his hand in my hair pulls tighter, I decide to lick and suck
at his balls to see how he feels about that.

“Jesus
Ness!” Yeah, he likes it.  I continue to suck on his balls while stroking
him with my hand until I feel him swell.  I quickly take him back into my
mouth and suck hard, up and down as fast as I can.  He pushes my face down
onto his dick and groans as his come shoots down my throat.  This time, I
don’t gag.  I swallow all of it and then lick him clean.  I’m so
pleased.

“Dear
Lord, I have never in my life been sucked off that good by anyone.”

“And
you never will!”  I yell at him. “By anyone else.”  I mumble. 
The thought of another girl doing that to him really bothers me.

“Come
here.”  He says in his sleepy voice, dragging me up his body.  I
settle into his side with his arms wrapped around me.  I run my fingers
over his chest and play with his nipples making them hard. “I don’t want anyone
else, Ness.  Ever.”

“Good.” 
I say.  I feel a little emotional.  This is all catching up to me. In
the back of my head, I think about Kim.  Is he being unfaithful to
her?  What happens when she finds out the truth?  Does he love her
too? I’m so afraid to ask these questions.  I feel like we’re in this
little bubble, just Ryan and I, and soon it’s going to pop and everything will
change because we’ll be thrown back into the real world.  I lock the
thought away and concentrate on what needs to happen today.

“Ryan,
are we going to the bank today to open the safe deposit box?”

“Yeah. 
We need to do that right away.”

“Okay. 
We should get in the shower.”

He
swings his legs over the side of the bed and scrubs his face with his hands
before following me into the bathroom. I turn the shower on and adjust the
temperature and we do our normal routine.  He soaps me down and washes my
hair, even though my arms are fine now.  I soap him down and wash his
hair.  Sometimes I shave his face for him.  Today, he just has a
shadow and I think it’s sexy so I tell him to skip it.  After we’re all
clean and ready to get out, Ryan cradles my head with his big hands and pulls
me to his lips.  I’m already weak in the knees so I back up and rest my
body against the shower wall while he leans in to make love to my mouth. 
He feathers his fingertips over my nipples and they immediately harden causing
a buzz through my body.  He dips his head, taking one into his mouth and
nibbles on the tip with his teeth.  I feel a mixture of pain and pleasure
and it makes me heady.  I lean my head back against the wall as the water
cascades over us.  He lowers himself to his knees in front of me and lifts
my foot to his shoulder and then gathers my ass with both hands and lifts me to
his face.  My back arches off the wall, allowing him to feast off of
me.  He dives down and sucks my clit into his mouth and then starts
flicking it with just the tip of his tongue in a fast, vibrating motion. Like
the attachment on my purple B.O.B.  Holy hell!  I start to move my
hips to his rhythm, gasping for breath.

‘That’s
it Ness.  Fuck my face.  Come on my tongue baby.”

Shit! 
His nasty talk fires me up.  I grab the back of his head and hold him
close to me as I continue to move my hips.  His fingers dig into my ass
cheeks.

“Aahhhh….Ryan! 
I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come…Oh God, I’m coming!”  My legs shake, barely
able to hold me up.

He
licks me slowly until I come down from my orgasm and then stands to his feet,
depositing sweet kisses all over my body on the way up.  He cages me in
against the shower wall with his giant biceps and kisses my lips chastely.

“You
good?”  He asks with a smirk on face.

“So
good.”  I say breathlessly as I plant my head into his chest.  He
massages the back of my head as we stand there until the water turns cold.

After
we’re dressed, we go over the plan.  His brother, or so we think, is still
out there.  He knows Ryan saw him.  We know the risks are higher
going out in public now.  The plan is to drive the truckster to the bank
where the safe deposit is and park a few blocks away. I’m going to take the key
and get the contents.

The
bank is about an hour away.  We’re both so nervous and lost in our
thoughts, we barely utter a word the entire ride.

We
get to the bank and I’m a complete mess.  I’m scared to death. If someone
recognizes me before we get that box, this could end badly.  He gives me
the key and I walk three blocks to the bank.  I’m all sweaty by the time I
get there, even though it’s January.  I walk into the bank and walk up to
the available cashier. 

“Can
I help you?”

“Um
I have a key to a safe deposit box here. I need to open it?”

“Are
you listed as an owner, or joint-renter?”

“Um,
no.”

“Sorry,
the only people allowed to access a safe deposit box is the person who
purchased it and who they named on the contract as joint-renters. If they are
important documents, usually a lawyer or family member keeps copies.  I
wish I could help you more.”

“It’s
okay.  Thanks.”

Shit. 
What do we do now?  I practically race back to the car and explain to Ryan
what she told me, wiping tears from eyes.  He looks devastated. 
“Ryan, can you call that Lawyer and see if he has copies?”

“Why
wouldn’t he have given them to me when he gave me the trust stuff?”

“True. 
What if you just went into the bank and got it?  Do you think the police
are watching that box?  How would they know you even have one?”

“I
was trying to figure that out.  I mean, I know if I used my debit card,
they’d be on me.  I don’t know if they know about a safe deposit box. I’ll
probably have to show ID though. Fuck, I don’t know.”

“Once
we have that information, it won’t matter though, right?  It will prove
you’re innocent.”

“I’m
not positive that’s what’s in there though.  What if it isn’t?”

“I
can go to the police with the knife.  I can press charges and that will
hold Jacob at least.”

“That
doesn’t prove that I didn’t murder Sophie and Mia or that I didn’t attack Kim
and try to kill her.  It doesn’t prove I didn’t abduct you.  It only
proves that this guy that looks just like me attacked you with a knife. 
I’ll still be arrested.”

“Ryan,
what do we do?”

“You
think I should take the risk and go get that box?”

“Yes. 
Whatever happens?  I will do whatever I can to get you out of this. 
I promise.  We’re in this together, okay?”

“If
you see the police, leave.  Don’t even go to the cabin.  Go straight
to Kim.  Explain everything.  My only hope will be that she believes
you without the proof.”

“I
will.  Be careful Ryan.  I love you.”

“I
love you too.”  He holds me to his chest and kisses the top of my head
before he heads for the bank.  I watch him disappear from sight.  I
decide he might need a quick get-away and pull the truckster up near the front
door of the bank.  I make sure I’m legally parked and wait there.  20
minutes go by.  I wonder if security is holding him there until the police
arrive.  I don’t hear sirens and I don’t see any cop cars.  I would
think they’d be here pretty quickly if they were alerted of a man wanted for murder
at the bank.  I become paranoid.  My legs are bouncing and I keep
shifting in my seat to look all around the perimeter of the car.  Finally,
I see Ryan come out of the bank.  He walks calmly to the car holding my
stare.  I move to the passenger side just as he opens the driver’s side
door.

“I
got it!”

“Go!” 
I yell.  Playing out the exciting get-away in the truckster plan I had in
my head.

We
take off without bringing any attention to ourselves.  We make it back to
the cabin without incident.  We barely close the door to the cabin before
Ryan is tearing open the manila envelope with the mystery contents.

He
lays out a bunch of papers, reading with a look of concentration on his
face.  After about 15 minutes of him studying the papers, I can’t stand it
anymore.

“Ryan?”

“My
Mom knew.”  He says in disbelief.

‘What
did she know?”

“That
I have a brother.  It looks like the adoption agency contacted my mother
to alert her of my biological mother’s death.  She died right before my
parents did, in a car accident.  My Mom saved the news articles of the
accident.”  He says with his brows furrowed.

“Do
you think they are somehow linked?”

“I
don’t know.”

“What
else is in there Ryan?”

“My
biological mother’s name is Ashley Barr.  She was 16 when she put me and
my twin brother up for adoption.”  He looks at me. “Both adoptions were
closed.  Jacob Barr was adopted by Julie and Tim Matheson. They lived in
Arizona. There are news articles about the death of Julie Matheson. 
Apparently she was addicted to pain killers and committed suicide when Jacob
was only 6 years old.  He found her.  Tim Matheson has a record of
domestic abuse and DUIs. There is a picture of Jacob in here.  He looks
about 16.  All of this stuff is dated around Ashley’s accident.  The
adoption agency must have contacted my Mom and my Mom did some digging. 
For whatever reason, she decided not to tell me.”  We both study the
picture of Jacob.  He looks bad.  It actually looks like a picture
taken in the doctor’s office or police department. He looks beaten up. 
“Why would my Mom keep this from me?  Why would she keep this stuff?”

“You
said she told you she would give it to you when you turned 18 and that you
could do whatever you needed to with the information. Maybe she was protecting
you?  She didn’t want you to track down your brother. Maybe she knew he
was dangerous?  And then maybe she figured as an adult, it wouldn’t be her
decision anymore, so she kept this stuff for you.”

“Yeah.
I don’t know. It’s all so overwhelming.”  He says. I can tell he’s out of
it.  It’s a lot to think about.

“We
have to tell Kim.  She has to go to the police to clear your name.”

“Yeah.
We can head into Gunnison tomorrow and see if she’s working.  Do you think
I should be there or do you think that might freak her out?”

“Ryan,
I think I should talk to her first.  We still have to be careful. 
After she has the information I’m sure she’ll go to the police and change her
story.  Once they find out about a twin brother, it wipes out all
witnesses, even Kim.  They have no DNA proof it was you.  We have the
knife with Jacob’s prints and if Kim did a rape kit, they will have DNA proof
against Jacob.

“Wait.”
He says hanging his head.  “Kim and I had unprotected sex though. That
means they can still claim it was me.”

“Kim
has to admit to having casual sex with you that same day but if they find
Jacob’s DNA too, it will prove it was him that attacked her.”

“Fuck! 
I can’t think straight. This is too much shit to digest.”  He throws his
head up to the ceiling trying to blink away the tears before they fall.

“Ryan.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’ll talk to Kim in the morning.  Let’s
take a break from thinking about all this for now.  Let’s start a fire,
grab something to eat and try to relax.  Okay?”

“I
don’t think I can eat.”

“Try.”

I
make us some shitty soup and we both push it around our bowls. We don’t talk
anymore about all the paperwork.  We both climb into the uncomfortable twin
bed.  Ryan immediately spoons me, resting his hand on my belly with my
fingers intertwined with his.  His warm breath blows into my hair.