Chapter 198 A Man Called Ryder {4}

Chapter 198 A Man Called Ryder {4}
I couldn't even bring myself to make love to Ryder on my return home. The memory of how his his body was stuck to machines for life support had me weakend.

His parents would not believe it when I explained to them how I had met Ryder. Only his younger sister, Raye, who was 18 believed my tale. Raye had me going over each detail of my story over again.

Then she explained to me how Rudolph, Ryder's best friend had poisoned Ryder, same way Ryder had told me the story. And how Rudolph stood trail, placed behind bars losing both the woman and Ryder who was still in his sickbed.

Mum called, disrupting my thoughts, hollering that she wanted me home - away from my maddened house. I supposed Travis must had given her the story behind such a comment.

"My apartment is not cursed, mother," I slapped a hand to my temples as I began to undress before my mirror.

I needed to see Ryder, this time, I didn't want to see him stuck to a bed. But smiling at me with those dark eyes of his.

"Are you undressing yourself before your mirror?" She shouted into the phone.

My face blanched as I froze. "No, mother. Will you stop hollering?" I spoke into the phone.

"If you cannot make up with Travis. Come home, your dad and I will fix you a man." She pressed further.

That was a damn trap. Mother wasn't getting or arranging a blind date for me, dad would never agree to it after all. She only wanted me back with Travis. Mother believed if she could forgive dad for cheating on her 11 years ago, I could also do the same for Travis.

As petite as mother was, I didn't understand how she possessed a strong energy for such a trivial issue. Even when she was exhausted, there was always something she was busy with. Being 28 was never a death sentence, why was she pushing me back to my ex because she wanted a grandchild so badly?

"No, mother. I have a boyfriend," the words slipped from my mouth before I could stop myself.

Mother who had been rambling suddenly paused. "You have a boyfriend? You never said anything like that? Who's he?"

I pictured the smile stretching on her face, and I hated that I blurted that already. Travis must have relayed a nonsensical story of how cursed my apartment was to her, and she must have believed every detail.

Only father didn't buy the idea that I should go back to Travis, my ex boyfriend. There was a difference between a man being remorseful and a man just playing his cards.

"His name is Ryder O'Connell. He's a doctor_" I paused to think.

"What sort of doctor?" Mother cut me, pleased by the thought of me having a new man in my life.

"A Cardiologist," I blurted, brushing a hand through my hair. I caught a flash of Ryder's smile when he appeared in the mirror.

"Are you sure you aren't hallucinating, and finger fucking yourself?" Mother was too raw to be true, since she had caught me once in my room finger fucking myself when I was 22, she had never ceased teasing me about it.

"Mother? Is Darlene beside you?" I rolled my eyes, hoping Darlene wasn't beside her when she had uttered those words.

"Weren't you 22 when I caught you fucking yourself? Bring your man home so that I can be rest assured that you aren't hallucinating." Then the line went dead.

"Is this how you and your mum bicker?" Ryder smirked behind me.

I could feel his hands gliding up my naked arms until they rested on my breasts. I sighed, shifting into his body. "How do I take you home, Ryder? My family might think I'm nuts if I tell them you're but a ghost."

Ryder cupped my breasts, planting his cold lips to my neck. "Why do you worry yourself about what cannot be changed?" He cocked a brow while pinching a nipple.

My teeth sunk into my lip. "It can be changed," I protested, catching myself as I almost swirled round.

Spreading my legs, I let his fingers roam free, circling my vulva until it crossed to my clitoris. "You're already damn wet as I bisect these folds with my fingers," he hummed in my ears, clearly ignoring what I was saying.

"Ryder," I moaned, burrowing into his body, "don't change the topic again," I warned softly.

"When you spurn softly in my arms like this. Do you think I care about other things but you?" He ran his tongue up my neck while he fiercely cupped my left breast.

He groaned as I moaned, thrusting another finger into my hole. "Matters like this concerns our future," my eyes almost bled from the thrill he was enacting on me.

"I know that, Mylar." He licked behind my ear.

I gasped. Another finger was sinking into my pound of flesh. "But Ryder_" I objected.

"Shhhhhhhhh, Mylar. You keep rambling about nothing. Perhaps your light might find me, and I'll be made whole." He pressed a smile to my chin.

"What does that mean?" I trembled.

"Close your eyes. Turn around and wait for my kiss," he commanded.

Sometimes, I wondered why his commands which should spike fury in me was turning me on. I shut my eyes, twirled and circled my arms around his waist.

His fingers went through my hair as his lips claimed my mouth. "Kiss me, darling, and shut those thoughts away," he said amidst kisses.

One minute, he was hard and firm. The next second, he was sweet. As the kiss intensified, he wrapped my legs up, bracing me from the floor and slid inside me.

"Oh God," I caught my breath quickly as my hands clutch his hair.

"Don't open those eyes, baby. I don't want you gone from me," he pleaded, finding my lips as he slammed his length into me.

My body shuddered, "I don't want you gone from me too."

He continued, clashing his cold tongue against mine while his dick sunk deeper into my cunt. "Fuck, Ryder, I must confess your name damn suits you," I remarked as he turned me over, slipping into me from behind.

From our reflections in the mirror, he had a wide grin stretched on his face. It had my heart racing. "Is that a compliment?" He teased my nipples.

"If you take it so," my eyes rolled backwards as his cock twitched inside me.

He curled a fist around my cock. "I'll find a way, Mylar. Find a way to you," he groaned, kissing my hair as he shoved his length in and out of me.

Did he really mean that he would find a way to come out of his comatose state? Or he literally meant he would find a way to cumm?

I felt that spot, and I gasped. He was slamming into my G-spot, and it was fucking sensitive. "I want more, Ryder." I muttered, ignoring the way his fingers clenched around my neck.

For a doctor who knew how to fuck. Damn, he was really good. "You want more? How about this?" He slammed harder and I hummed, pressing my lips together to stifle an incoming gasp.

"Make that sound, Mylar. I want to hear it," he slammed more thrusts as my buttocks bounced.

My palms folded and I let out a cry as my body began to crack. "Ryder_ oh fuck_ you're going to tear me apart." I felt the burning waves gliding through my vulva to my abdomen.

It was coming, the waves, the thrill of orgasm. "And you think I don't want that? I want all of it, your face distorting, your body shimmering underneath my thrust _" he grabbed my face and kissed me.

My body gave way instantly as his mouth plundered my mouth. He was thirsty, he was hungry. And he took what he wanted, and I loved it.

When our breaths slowed, he kissed me one last time. "Whenever you decide to go home, let me know. I'll be there with you."

It didn't make sense.
He would be there in body or in spirit?
What was he talking about?

"Ryder," I called, "how will that work?"

His cock was still pressed into my pussy, and I wanted us to be that way. I didn't want us to relive another moment of intense arguing. But what he had uttered simply made no sense.

"Didn't you agree with Raye that you believe in miracles, and you're my miracle?" His tone seemed to slash at my conscience.

"Ryder, this is no time for jokes_" I started.

"Mylar," he groaned, "pick a day you prefer to return home."

"Friday," I selected, that would be two days from today. I didn't think much about it.

"Good. My driver would come to pick you up." He leaned in, kissing my hair.

Will his ghost appear to his driver like he had been appearing to me? Wasn't it crazy enough that he was making love to me as a ghost? Had he appeared to Raye, his parents_ who else had he appeared to?

As Ryder shifted, pulling out his cock from me, his seeds slipped out of my pussy. I needed answers, and I didn't understand why I was pissed that I believed this nonsense.

I spurned in the heat of my fury. I had forgotten that he only existed while we watched our reflections.

Ryder was gone.