Chapter 196 A Man Called Ryder {2}

Chapter 196 A Man Called Ryder {2}
Mum played a trick on me. I believed Darlene must have relayed what she saw me doing to myself to my mum. I had to drive home when news flashed that my dad had an accident while he worked at the sawmill. But when I reached home, dad was the first to welcome me.

"What is this I hear, you are groping yourself in front of your full length mirror? Do you really miss Travis that much?" Mum blasted me while we sat at the dinning table.

I shot a gnarl at Darlene. She had promised not to tell. Darlene swirled her gaze away, pretending not to notice my eyes on her.

"I'm talking to you, Mylar," mum shot at me as she sat down. I knew how my mum could be so insistent, she would want to know the little nothings. And I couldn't tell her about the haunted house nor could I tell her about Ryder.

"I wasn't groping myself, mum. I was performing, you know acting. And I do not miss Travis." I chipped in, fixing a glare at Darlene. Probably I should had turned on the locks in the house so she wouldn't have caught me in such state.

I needed to return home, I needed to see Ryder again. Was it cringed that I was beginning to miss him? I missed the way he rocked against my buttocks, I missed the way he teased my neck with his lips.

"You teach kids, Mylar," mum reminded me, pushing the strands of hair that obscured her eyes. "Or are you planning to perform such in front of your kids?" Mum mocked me.

Darlene clammed a hand over her mouth stifling a giggle. "She isn't supposed to be hearing this, mother." I said.

"Darlene is twenty two, Mylar. And I want to hear everything, spill it," mum was definitely a hard woman.

I looked towards my dad, begging him silently. I didn't want this, any of this argument would be bothersome. And I knew how she could be if she didn't have what she wanted.

"Enough, Lola" dad said coming to my rescue, "Mylar is a grown woman, and she is free to do whatever she wants to do. And let's eat before you take this any further."



I returned home the following day, and rushed to the table to pick Ryder's new letter. There was nothing there, I even sat all night in my room until I fell asleep sitting by the door.

I couldn't explain how I had found myself on the bed. I rolled out from the bed, calling out to Ryder again. "Ryder, Ryder, talk to me," I pleaded but the rattling windows were my replies.

Two horrible days crawled by, and I went about my daily routines until I saw the paper. Quickly, I grabbed it and tore it open.

'Mylar, it grieves me that I might never be enough for you. I'm a man without a body, and my body lies in a bed which is guarded by machines. Once those machines are cut off from me, I would be gone finally.

My best friend poisoned me in this very room because he thinks I robbed him of his woman, and I've been comatosed since three years ago. Although, I would want to be selfish to keep you for myself as I want to possess all of you, Mylar. You drive me like a menaic on a loose. I watch you, I see the things you do, and I notice how you crave affections.

I want to be that man who would grant you your heart desires, but alas, I'm a man without a body. You need a full fleshed man, and I'm afraid I'll have to stop being selfish.'

I reread every single word again and again. Just because he had seen Darlene, he simply assumed I would never be enough for him.

How could he?

My corners of my eyes blurred as I grabbed my pen. Why was I tearing up at the mere thought that he would never plant those letters like he'd been doing once he was gone from me? He would never be able to taste me, he would never be able to_

My throat burned as a sob broke from me. Why was he taking a decision without me?

"I thought you wanted me. Can you stand the thought of another man owning me? Can you? Give me a chance to meet your body, perhaps you need to break through if you really want us together. You can't just leave without asking me.

I hate what people do to good people. I know you're a good person, I believe you are. Just give us a chance, will you?"

After I finished writing, I broke down into a fit of sob. I couldn't change his mind if his mind was made up. Afterall I barely even knew him yet he was trying not to be selfish.

I was still sitting on the bed which was directly facing the full length mirror. When the moon crept up in the sky, spilling her glow into my room, I caught the familiar gaze of Ryder watching me. My heart jumped, he was behind me!

"You need to stop the tears, Mylar. I'm already a dead man," his voice came alive.

I didn't turn around for fear that he could disappear from me. "No, you are not," I objected. "We could find a way to fix that. We need to do something."

He watched me intently and moved close to where I sat, sitting behind me. Again, he loosened the band holding my hair, his cool breath hitting the side of my face.

"We?" He breathed. "You are a different kind of woman, Mylar. You simply do not care for any other thing but my very presence." He stroked my cheeks that had bled tears.

I gasped as his fingers grazed my skin, shifting into his body. "And you barely even know me yet the way you gasp every time I touch you. Do you know how much you turn me on?" His lips touched my cheeks as he tilted my face to him.

"Make Love to me, Ryder. Possess me, ruin me," I gasped again when his fingers glided down to my chest.

"I can never ruin you, Mylar. That's the last thing I'll do." He hissed as he cupped my breasts, threading my hard nipples with his fingers.

My lips parted to say something, but words would spill. I pushed myself into his circling arms, feeling his throbbing cock pierce behind me.

"When I say ruin me, that means I want you inside me." I muttered, tilting my head to catch his eyes.

"Don't try to look at me, Mylar," he cautioned, inhaling my scent. "Mylar, I wouldn't turn around this time because I can't pull away from you. Close your eyes as I kiss you." He said.

I did as he asked of me. His lips pressed firmly into mine as his hands cupped my face. "Hold on," he broke the kiss, "do not open your eyes," he warned.

I sat still as I felt him leaving me. "You said you wouldn't leave," I uttered.

"I did said so," he returned, placed a piece of cloth over my eyes. "You might want to sneek a peek at me, don't want that for us," he kissed my cheek once he was done creating a knot at the back of my head.

Rustling of clothes followed, and I knew he was pulling off his clothes. When he touched me again, my lip stuck in my teeth.

"I've been craving for this moment, Mylar." He started, brushing his lips against mine.

They were cold, hard but I didn't care. My hands moved to his chest. How could he feel so real yet not so real?

When he stripped me of my clothes, his cold hands moved across my body. "You look so beautiful, Mylar. You are just right here like I had always wanted you to be." His tongue sank into my mouth, toying playfully with my tongue.

Even from the way he tugged my nipples and kissed me passionately, I was damn close to release.

"Make Love to me, Ryder, I need you now." My hands grabbed his shoulders as I swirled him to me.

"You must have thought of me a million times to be so close to this edge," he parted my legs as his tongue flicked across my right nipple.

"Hummmm," a moan espaced from me as I arched into his body. That spot right there was way sensitive as I clamped my legs together. Only my if he knew, only my if he knew.

"Mylar," his strong arms pulled me close that I gasped.

His hands ran across my abdomen then reached for my pubic mound, "so wet for me, Mylar." His voice was filled with desire.

With one thrust, he came in. He was thick and powerful and we both moaned simultaneously. "Ryder, you're way _ too big," I caught my breath.

He shifted, allowing our bodies to adjust momentarily. "And your v is fit for me," he finished, dropping his lips to my mouth.

Another thrust followed and I held onto him. Then he started to strike his phallus into me. Our breaths mingled as he struck on. His was cold and firm. Mine was breathy and soft.

My hands clung to him desperately as I neared release, he took that for a clue and began to ride faster until I could take no more as my mouth cried.

"Ryder!" My face burrowed into his chest as my body shook.

"I'm close,Mylar, hold still," he slipped his tongue into my mouth as his tight buttocks clenched tightly.

I wanted to take one look at him. If I could taste him, smell him and feel him this much then he was fucking real,I told myself.

With one hand, I pulled at the strings holding the knot and the piece of clothe came apart. My eyes grappled with the darkness around me, I was naked in bed, soaked in sweat and I was all alone.