Chapter Twenty Nine
Cast Me Away, Daddy
After washing away the events of this last week underneath hot water, filling my belly with much needed sustenance, and recharging via sleep I stand with a new sense of comfort. I still miss my little siren of course, no one would dare to deny that, but the weight is a little lighter now. It isn’t so heavy on my soul today as I prepare to descend the staircase into the foyer. I make my way into the kitchen just as the chef, a new hire, plates breakfast. The guys are already present, dispersed in a chaotic manner throughout the dining table chairs. They greet me politely as I find my own seat and plop down somewhat dramatically. A server comes in with the offering of coffee and a variety of juices for any desired tastes. I note how each makes their own selections. James takes a coffee, declining any cream or sugar. It is humorous in a way that mirrors his personality. Dark, a little bitter, but nothing to dress it up. Lucas chooses next, collecting a glass of cranberry juice. Tart with a sweet tone to it. Ryon follows behind witha classic option of apple juice. The painfully sweet, quite popular liquid is not far from how one would describe him. He’s a kind person that very few could grow to dislike. A thud of the swinging door draws my attention from the table to the chef bringing in trays of food. Gratefully appreciating my plate, I thank him before devouring the meal before me.
“You seem different today.” I look up at the sound of Lucas’s gentle voice. His expression is light with a sense of curiosity. He breaks our eye contact momentarily, looking over to Ryon. They share a familiar look, one Everly and I used to have. This new found…situation between them leaves me nothing less than happy. They deserve to find peace in this fucked up world. Breaking my thoughts, I softly nod and give a small smile.
“I feel different. The world doesn't seem so chaotic anymore. Like I was on a downhill spiral, that I couldn’t escape.” I offer honestly.
“Fuck.” James startles me as he stands with a phone in his hand. A worried expression paints his face as he looks upon each of us.
“Turn the goddamn tv on right, the fuck, now.” He shouts as he rushes towards the door leading to the living room.
We follow swiftly, each taking our places. James sits in a chair closest to the screen, while Ryon and Lucas remain standing close to one another. I settle on the couch, leaning forward as I rest my elbows on my bent knees. The television comes to life as the channels switch until they finally settle on one. The image is of a female reporter speaking in Spanish. The display behind her is labeled as live footage showing that of heavy smoke and fire cast around rubble and buildings. Recognition comes to me as I realize it’s that of a street in Spain. Police crowd the streets with flashing lights and sirens as people rush around, covering theirbodies from the fallen ash. This was my doing, it is apparent, leaving nothing more than a peaceful energy to take its hold on me. I subtly smile, not bothering to determine the emotions of the men surrounding me. All I can focus on is the happiness that I feel knowing that I eradicated the majority of the Spanish cartel. It would take many years for them to restructure, appoint a new leader, and regain power. All in the name of Everly, I note to myself while considering every reason I did it in the first place. I like to think she would be proud of me.
“This is not good. This type of attraction is going to make more enemies than allies, man.” James’s tone is one similar to a father reprimanding his son for doing something he shouldn’t have.
“If you are expecting an apology, you will be sorely disappointed. Those fuckers killed Everly. I will not apologize for it nor regret avenging her death.” I am matter-of-fact in my tone. This earns me a grunt or head shake from the group.
“Your father was behind it. Not them.” Lucas states, but not in a way to add insult to injury but rather to make an added point. He’s not wrong of course.
“And? He didn’t do it himself, they did. So they got what they deserved.” I dish in return.
“That may be so, but now we are going to have all their allies looking to settle the score.” James retorts plainly. His attempt to waver my stance is all in vain.
“Unlikely. Even if they do, we outnumber them by twenty to one. Nevertheless, they aren’t going to bother helping someone who has nothing to offer themselves.” They know I am right. Any ally to the Spanish is nothing comparedto the French and Italians. We would wipe them off the map without even leaving the continent. They know it and we know it. With that, we settle back into our spots and watch the broadcast in silence for a while.
“Is this what you guys do with your Saturday afternoons? Sit around and watch t.v.” The most angelic voice crosses the room and my world stops. I’m frozen in time as I look up at the guys to see if it's a figment of my imagination or they hear it too.
“Mr. Pyro went and burnt down a third of Spain before going on a killing spree.” Ryon turns and chuckles casually to the voice. So it is real.
Suddenly his head whips back around and he shares the same expression as mine. Looking over to the others, their faces are a mixture of shock and disbelief as they stare at the source behind me. I refuse to turn around, not ready for my world to be altered again. Not willing to face the reality that I refuse to acknowledge as truth. I would want nothing more than for it to be true but something deep within keeps me planted, hoping to protect me from the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to break free. I need to allow myself just one look. I need to see so that I may wake from this tortured dream. Slowly I stand on trembling legs. What were once legs as strong as oak, are now nothing more than flimsy paper. My stability waves as I hesitantly secure my balance, turning in a painfully slow motion. My eyes focus on a set of blue and green ones. All composure fails as tears leak from my eyes and I fall to my knees. Her raven black hair cascades down her shoulders in an unkept way that nearly makes me whimper at the sight of its perfection. She is perfect. Dirt coats her skin in a thin layer, reaching all visible parts. Small bandages can be seen tattered across her body. I keep her eye contact, noticing her own tearsbeginning to build. If my strength wasn’t waning, I would catch them before they fall. Unfortunately, I melted onto the floor before her. Like praying to God or how a soldier bows to their king, I kneel before my higher power. The very being that could wash me of my mistakes or cast me to death. My siren.
“Ghost?” Her voice comes out barely above a whisper, causing me to completely break. Sobs fight their way past my lips. My body falls forward as I now support my weight upon my arms. Two hands make contact with my face as my head is pulled upwards. My heart contracts as I am met with Everly inches from my face. Her breath fans my lips softly. The warmth beneath her hands feels like hot iron against my skin. She is really here within arms reach and I can’t find the courage to move. My mind changes as I don't want to wake from this dream. I want to live in it and never leave. I want to stay just like this for all eternity. Desperate to feel her further, I launch forward making contact with our lips. I throw us backwards, catching her with one hand and keeping us suspended above the floor with the other. She makes no hesitation to kiss me back hungrily. I moan at the contact. Seconds pass and she follows my sounds, letting a needy whimper slip out. That creates a firestorm to ignite in my veins. Finding a new found power, I lift us from our position and carry her the entire way to our bedroom. Losing no time, I walk into the bathroom and start the shower while never allowing our kiss to break. As soon as the heated fog comes out, I get behind the glass. Water flows down our bodies as she pulls away for the first time. Our eyes meet but no words follow. It is the quietest declaration of love to ever be shared. Nothing needs to be said to explain what is happening between us.
I pull her head into mine and kiss her like it's the last time. Slowly setting her down, my hands trail her body as hers find my hair. She tugs at the roots, causing me to groan. She is truly a siren. A vixen of all my desires. The goddess of all my dreams. I find the hem of her shirt and pull it up until she’s left bare to me. With a dull flop, I drop it and slowly sink to my knees. Looking up at her perfect body, savoring the moment, I watch as water trickles down until it spurts off her nipples like that of a waterfall rolling over a cliff. Involuntarily, I open my mouth and catch some of the water past my lips. It slips down my throat as I allow the taste to linger in my mouth. Even the smallest taste of her is like taking a bite out of the apple from The Garden Of Eden. Dangerously delicious and immorally addictive. I worship her like she is my savior, and she is. To find someone that could save me from my own demons is rare. Elusive like The Heart of the Ocean. Looking back to her shorts, my trembling fingers come up and remove the button from its fastening. The material falls open and allows me sight of her panties. It’s what lies beneath that, that leaves me panting for just the smallest of tastes. Collecting both pieces beneath my fingers, I slide them down her legs until she is entirely naked. I rise on my feet until I am left standing before her. Water flows off my hair onto her face, leeching its way into her slightly ajar mouth. She swallows the same way I did moments ago, tasting me. Savoring my essence. I remove my clothes quickly and toss them to the side, afraid that if I look away for too long, she will disappear and float away. Similar to the way the steam within this bathroom sneaks its way out the door. Never to be seen again.
Reaching behind her, I grab a bottle of soap and lather it between my hands. Coating her skin, I wash away the dirt and discard her bandages. Taking note of every injury placed upon her skin, I save to memory how my father will receive onesto match. She winces as my hand dances over her shoulder. Leaning forward I place a kiss next to the small laceration biting its way towards her collar bone. She hums as I create a line of kisses down to the middle of her breasts. Moving to the right, I collect her nipple in my mouth and apply suction. Swirling my tongue around it, she moans. Her head falls back as she closes her eyes. Continuing my descent, I pepper kisses and nibbles down her body until I’m squared in front of her. Looking up, I find her watching me. She bites her bottom lip as she nods softly. Moving forward, my tongue darts out gently pushing her folds apart. I dance over her clit making smooth motions back and forth. She cries out with encouragement. My hands trail up her legs torturously. One stops at her apex, gently pushing her legs apart. I flirt with her entrance before pushing a single digit past the invisible barrier and removing once more. Repeating my motion until she’s a whimpering mess. Her knees buckle just as my other arm comes up to both keep her steady and tease her breasts. She holds on to my hair, firmly keeping me in place. I'm already hard but just looking at her fully clothed could do that. Her hips jolt forward as her heat clenches against my finger. I keep my pace, allowing her to find her bliss effortlessly. Just as her climax nears, she pulls me away aggressively.
“Ghost. I need all of you.” She weeps, licking small water droplets from her lips.
“Anything for you.” I say playfully.
Standing, I pick her up in my arms and move us to the bed. Sitting her down gently, I take the opportunity to savor the image of her naked body placed on a bed I never want to leave. Climbing onto the comforter next to her, I collect her hand and guide her to straddle me. She hovers over my pulsing cock as it drips impatiently. Looking me in the eyes, she slowly lowersherself. The moment it makes contact with her core, I hiss in euphoria. It feels like heaven when I am inside of her. So warm and wet. So perfectly made for me. She lets out a breathy moan as she takes the rest of me in one movement. She nearly cries when our pelvises touch. She rises before lowering herself again but with more haste this time. I groan at the feeling of friction, setting a tightness deep within my belly. She picks up speed, taking me in and out of her with precision. I pull her head down to mine and kiss her passionately, wanting to taste her again. Her tongue dances over mine hungrily, almost drawing me into her mouth further. Taking control, I wrap my arm around her before flipping us around so that she lays on the bed as I hover above her body. Moving in and out in desperate strokes, I drive into her heat with a need that is larger than me. Hopelessly lost somewhere deep inside her body, searching for the catastrophic storm of climax. She whimpers and whines beneath my assault but it only furthers my assault. Reaching between us, I rub her clit in long strokes. My touch begs for her undoing just as my cock drives her closer. Her arms shoot out around her, fisting the sheets hoping to relieve the pressure that builds inside her body. I steady my pace just as she releases an ear splitting scream. She pulses around me so hard I think I go blind for a second, just before I slam into her. My climax reaps my shuddering form as my hot cum fills her insides. I still my movements while attempting to catch my breath. Pulling out first, I then fall onto the bed next to her. The only sounds now filling the room are that of our heavy breathing.
“Do you think they heard us?” She giggles while readjusting to lay facing me.
“They definitely heard.” I say truthfully. Even if they did, I don't have a care to give. They should considerthemselves lucky to have the chance at hearing such beautiful sounds she makes while coming.
She groans while rubbing her face but eventually laughs. I can’t help but join her in laughter. I would give my life to keep hearing her happy. Her happiness is my only thought at this moment. Watching the way her face grows creases around her mouth and her nose wrinkles while her laughter is a permanent memory burned into my brain, one I will continue to chase. A memory I will continue to seek and return to until I take my last breath. She is my home. She is all of my joy. She is everything; she is all. Her laughter finally settles as she meets my eyes. We sit in silence for a few minutes, absorbing the feelings that surround us. Her hand slowly comes up to cup my face as I cover it with my own. My heart pounds in my chest and my throat feels tight, as the gravity of her presence is almost too much to bear. I spent too many sleepless nights crying in anger. Hoping for another chance to hold her, just like this one. Taking the opportunity, I collect her in my arms and draw her towards my body. She wraps her arms around my neck and smiles wildly. I do the same, feeling every bit as overwhelmed as she does. I have so many questions but not a single one bubbles forward. I don't want to ruin this moment with her. We have never said so little and so much all at once.
Like two missing puzzle pieces, we have found our perfect match. I told her once upon a time that we were inevitable but I never knew just how right I was. I never knew how much I would love her. How much I would desire her existence. How intense my need for her presence was. Not until this exact moment, did I truly understand how I have always been at her mercy. By the gods above, I am hers to compel. I would do anything she asked of me, in its absolute. She is pivotal in my continuation of existence. She is my very will to live, tobreathe. I am a mere pawn in the game of her empire. I am hers, always. Fear takes over as I suddenly am overcome with the thought of losing her again. To finally have her back only for her to slip through my fingers just as easily as sand on a coastline does. I need more of her. I am not ready for life to push its way back into our lives and ruin this moment. I just want to hold her a little longer. For when our times come, I want her to see what I see. To never have a regret except time lost. To feel solace in the lives we have spent intertwined so perfectly. I vow to never let her know a day that is not spent with me. I vow to give this woman everything she wants and everything she doesn't yet know she needs in an effort to thank her for allowing me the opportunity to love her.
“Everly.” I don't know what overcomes me but a thought crashes into me so ferociously, I nearly can’t think.
“Yes?” She asks curiously.
“Pack your bags.” I say confidently. No going back now.
