Chapter 8
Farrah had a blissful, dreamless sleep that night and when she woke up the next morning, she felt refreshed and happy. She got off the bed, wore her soft wool robe, and padded softly to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee.
Neemah who was already in the kitchen drinking from her cup of hot tea was surprised to see Farrah awake that early in the morning, smiling.
“I must be dreaming,” Neemah said. “You’re awake this early and you’re not grumpy?”
Farrah laughed. “Stop it, Aunty. I do wake up early on days when I have to go to work, and I don’t get grumpy then. Good morning!”
“It’s a good morning indeed,” Neemah agreed.
“How did the barbecue go yesterday?” Farrah asked.
“It was so much fun, and I ate so much meat till my jaw began to ache.”
Farrah crowed with laughter. “You’ll probably need a jaw brace soon.”
“I’ll rather just stay away from the meat altogether.”
As Farrah went about making her coffee, she tried to think of the best way to tell Neemah that she would be spending the day with Ryan again today, without making her Aunty feel neglected.
“What are your plans for today, Aunty?” she asked casually.
“The Devons are having a pool party this afternoon,” Neemah replied. “Seems like those folks always look for an excuse to throw a party. They even said your mom’s cousin and her husband have parties here every week whenever they’re around. Sounds like a waste of money, if you ask me.”
Farrah giggled. “What’s money for if not to spend?”
“Spend, not waste,” Neemah maintained. “So, what are you doing today? Hanging out with your boyfriend?”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Farrah said quickly.
Neemah smiled. “I’m not judging you, Farrah. I know you deserve a break after all that you’ve been through lately, so if being with Ryan is what makes you happy and puts you in a better head space, then so be it. I am happy when you’re happy.”
Farrah was touched. “Thank you, Aunty. That’s very sweet of you.”
She was relieved that her aunty had finally put her distrust for Ryan aside. She didn’t want to feel guilty about being with a guy she liked just because her aunty felt a type of way about him.
“Will you go to the pool party then?” Farrah wanted to know.
“Don’t worry about me dear, just go on out and enjoy yourself. I’ll keep myself busy around the house.”
“Ok then. You know Ryan stays at The Baron Hotel, right? So if you don’t see me tonight, just know I’m there, ok? I’ll leave you the number to his room just in case.”
“Come on, Farrah. You’re not a teenager and I don’t have to keep tabs on you.”
“I understand. I just don’t want you to worry about me.”
“Fine. If you insist,” Neemah said.
Farrah arrived at Ryan’s hotel room by midday. She’d dressed in a black T-shirt with graffiti motifs painted on it, her hair was a cloud of loose curls around her face, giving her a wild gypsy look.
“Whoa, you look stunning,” Ryan said when he answered the door and saw her standing there looking like a high street fashion model.
“Thanks,” she grinned as she stepped into the room.
“I missed you last night,” he told her.
That made her smile. “Sounds super cheesy, but I like it.”
He laughed. “How about we go grab something to eat at the restaurant?”
“How about we order in instead and just relax together afterward?”
“I’m not going to argue with that,” he said.
They ordered seafood salads and a bottle of wine that arrived in record time. After their meal, Ryan decided to make some phone calls to check on his folks in Alaska and also his colleagues in Chicago. Farrah excused him and went over to the bed to lay down.
“He belongs to another,” a voice said.
Farrah turned around and found herself in the forest: the same mood, and the same setting as before. Why do I keep coming here? What does this mean? She wondered.
“He belongs to another,” the voice said again.
Unlike the previous times, the creature with glowing eyes was not peeking at her from behind the dark mist. Odd, Farrah thought.
She heard rustling in the bush, signaling the approach of someone or something. She looked in the direction of the sound and a human-size wolf with silver fur appeared, approaching her with the confident gait of a predator cornering its prey. The malice in those shiny brown eyes was unmistakable.
“Who are you?” Farrah asked. For the first time in this dream sequence, she was very afraid.
The silver wolf bared its long fangs, growling menacingly. It stopped a short distance away from Farrah, daring her to run.
“What do want from me?” Farrah asked, her soul was shaking with fear.
“I told you already,” the wolf replied to her. “He belongs to me!”
The beast suddenly lunged at Farrah and sank its fangs into her neck.
She woke up with a start and nearly screamed when she felt warm lips on her neck. Ryan sensed her alarm, so he stopped kissing her to look into her eyes.
“Sorry I woke you up,” he said. “You looked so sexy in your sleep, I just couldn’t resist kissing you.”
Farrah smiled. “It’s ok. I didn’t even know I’d fallen asleep.”
“Yeah, my phone calls took longer than I planned. My mom wouldn’t get off the phone. She gets quite talkative when she misses me.”
“Hmm, Momma’s boy,” Farrah commented.
“Nah, that spot belongs to my brother, Reese. It’s a miracle that he got married and even moved away from home. Although his wife played a major role in making that happen. Vanessa can bend iron with her hard stare, and our mom knew she’d met her match the first day they met each other.”
Farrah chuckled. “Your family sounds like fun.”
“They are,” he agreed.
She leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder and inhaling his natural scent mixed with the earthy fragrance of his cologne. The combination of both smells was making her horny. She traced her fingers across his chest, creating a trail around his hard pecs, down to his strong abs. As her fingers made a path down to the waistband of his jeans, he caught them and planted a kiss on each finger.
Ryan made her lie on her back so he could undress her with ease. When she was finally naked, he stood up and undressed swiftly. Farrah was already panting in anticipation, she couldn’t wait to feel his expert hands roaming all over her body, doing sweet things to her. He knelt in front of her on the bed, then slowly parted her legs as if he was about to discover some hidden treasures at the center of her body. He began his exploration by planting small feathery kisses on the inside of her thighs as he gradually approached his goal. Farrah struggled to hold on to her sanity, every nerve in her body tingled to the tantalizing sensations that Ryan was evoking.
At last, he reached the mound of her womanhood. He kissed it gently, then he began to use his tongue to trace along the edge of the lower lips. Farrah writhed with pleasure, begging him feverishly to set her free. The moment his tongue touched her clitoris, she had to clench her teeth to keep her from screaming out. Ryan parted the lips with his fingers, so her clit stood out unguarded, pulsing with need. He took the little nub in his mouth, sucked it, while simultaneously pulling it gently between his lips until Farrah nearly wept. He then changed tactics and began to stroke it with his tongue just as he slid two of his fingers into her, thrusting in and out.
Farrah used to think that all those stories about multiple orgasms were just myths, but now she knew for a fact that they were true. She was riding wave after wave of brain-bursting orgasms right now while swimming in a pool of her cum. See what I’ve been missing!
Satisfied that he’d nearly paralyzed her with pleasure, Ryan continued his kissing trip upwards, stopping briefly to savor her navel before continuing up her belly. When he reached her breast, he trailed kisses around each globe while deliberately avoiding the nipples. It was pure torture, but Farrah loved it because she knew her reward would be great when he finally touched them. He wrapped his hand around one of her perfectly shaped C-cup boobs, kneading it tenderly while kissing her neck. When he eventually took one of her taut nipples in his mouth, Farrah dug her nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer.
She spread her legs wide open, urging him to enter her but he wouldn’t budge. He gave all of his attention to her breasts, worshipping them like a pair of sacred deities.
“Please, Ryan,” Farrah begged. She couldn’t take this torture anymore; she needed that ultimate release that would take her straight to Cloud 9.
Ryan inched upwards and found her mouth. He kissed her ravenously as if he’d been dying to do that all day. Farrah wrapped her legs around his hips, while positioning herself for his entry, but he stubbornly refused to comply.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he whispered hoarsely.
Farrah licked her lips. Dirty talking wasn’t her forte, so this whole thing might just be about to get awkward. “Uh, I want you inside me,” she ventured.
He chuckled. “Be specific, Farrah. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. Look me in the eyes and say it.”
“Come on, Ryan. You know what I want.”
“Say it,” he insisted.
Her desire overrode her shyness, so she looked him directly in the eyes and said, “I want you to fuck me, Ryan. I want you to fuck me hard.”
“Atta girl,” he said with a victorious grin.
And boy did she get her request and some! He lifted her legs and hung them on his shoulders, leaving her privates wide open for him to dive in. He pounded into her with the force of his need, bringing both of them to a violent yet thoroughly satisfying climax that left them momentarily paralyzed. He laid on top of her, totally spent until she groaned.
“You’re crushing my lungs,” she managed to mumble.
“Oops. Sorry,” he said and rolled off her.
She giggled. Her whole body was achy from that powerful round of sexercise, but she wouldn’t have it any other way because it was so worth it.
“How is it possible that a man as gorgeous as you, who is also sexually gifted, is still single?” she asked.
“Sexually gifted?” He laughed. “That’s a new one.”
“I know right. It’s a Nigerian thing. We have a knack for formulating a bunch of compound words based on our circumstances. Even the English people would be amazed.”
Ryan laughed till his eyes teared up. He held his sides to prevent his ribs from bursting out.
“Ok, back to the question,” she said after he’d simmered down from his bout of laughter. “How come you’re single?”
“I could ask you the same question, you know,” he countered. “You’re so beautiful, intelligent, sexy with a fantastic sense of humor. You shouldn’t be single either.”
“We’ll get to me later. Right now, we’re talking about you.” She steered him back to the spotlight.
“What can I say? I’m on a break from relationships,” he said. “I’ve never been lucky in love. Turns out that it takes more than good looks and hot sex to keep a lady.”
“I just find it hard to believe that your exes aren’t beating down your doors to come back into your life, ’cause I mean, you’re a complete package.”
He smiled. “Thanks for saying that. But I’m not perfect.”
“Neither am I.”
“So what’s your story?”
Farrah sighed. “Well, nearly two weeks ago, I caught my now ex-fiancé in bed with his male lover who was supposed to be his best man at our wedding.”
“Ouch,” Ryan said. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Yeah…Somehow, that private situation got leaked to the press and the media went bat shit crazy. My family has been dragged through every kind of mud you can think of just because my ex-fiancé’s dad is a senator, so of course, everyone assumed that my family was stirring up trouble because our demands were not met.”
“How so?” Ryan wanted to know.
“It’s a long, messy story that I’d rather not get into right now. I came to St. Kitts and Nevis to get away from all that madness.”
“Then let’s not talk about it,” he said.
“Cool.”
“So I’m your rebound guy?”
She smiled. “More or less,” she said. “I wasn’t searching, but you came along and wouldn’t go away. So I was like, ‘Why not?’—and here we are.”
“I’m not complaining,” he said with a mischievous grin.
They decided to go wash off the sweat and body juices that resulted from their previous round of romping and ended up having oral sex in the shower stall. Farrah gave Ryan a sensational blow job during which he came inside her mouth like a violent tsunami. She loved that she was able to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.
Lunch was soul food comprising of crisply fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn bread, gravy sauce, sautéed green veggies, fruit salads, and fresh orange juice. They ate in bed while watching a movie on TV. Farrah couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun in her life. A part of her knew that when all of this was over, she might find it difficult to just walk away from Ryan and never have to see him again since that was her original plan and that was how holiday flings usually ended. Right?
“I think we need to take a stroll and walk off this heavy meal,” Ryan said when they were done eating. “The food is just sitting in my gut like an anchor, I can barely move.”
“Me too.” Farrah laughed. “I feel like a pregnant whale.”
“I can’t say I’ve seen a pregnant whale before, but looking at you right now gives me a pretty good idea.”
Farrah threw a piece of leftover bread at his head. “And you look like a rhino!”
“Rhinos are sexy,” he said.
“Whales are sexier,” she argued. “I’m not saying that I look like a whale, but they are sexy.”
“Ok, Farrah.” He laughed. “I hear you loud and clear.”
Dusk was slowly approaching when they finally hit the streets. They strolled to a nearby flea market where Ryan bought Farrah a cute charm bracelet from a stall that sold trinkets. The bracelet was made of an assortment of faux gemstones, a cowrie, and a tiny rainbow feather all held together by an elastic thread with braided leather straps encircling it.
“This looks like something you might find in my hometown in Alaska,” he said with a smile. “Do you like it?”
“I love it!” Farrah exclaimed. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m glad you like it.”
In return, she bought him a wide-brimmed brown Fedora. It had a grey feather attached to one side of the band on it.
“The only thing missing now is a leather jacket and maybe a pair of boots with spurs attached to them, and I’d be your perfect cowboy.”
Farrah laughed and shrugged. “I had to give you something.”
“No, you didn’t. But this is cool. I’ll remember you each time I wear it, although I don’t need a hat to remind me of you. I’m carefully storing up each moment I spend with you in my mind, so whenever I miss you, I can go in there and relive these times.”
Her heart squeezed. Stick to the plan, Ryan, she thought. Please don’t make me fall in love with you. It’s too soon.
“That’s a very sweet thing to say,” she told him.
Walking hand in hand, they continued their stroll through the market, admiring the different wares on display. They passed by a woman who sat at a table covered with a beautifully woven fabric, under an embroidered umbrella. Farrah noticed that the woman had her eyes on Ryan and her expression was like that of someone who had seen a ghost.
Farrah felt compelled to check on the woman’s well-being. “Are you ok, ma’am?” she asked.
“Huh?” Ryan asked before he realized that Farrah was speaking to the overdressed woman with heavy makeup on. “Do you know her?”
Farrah shook her head, her attention still on the woman. “Madam, are you ok?” She asked again.
The woman finally looked at Farrah. “Get away from him!” she yelled in a strange accent. Farrah was taken aback by the woman’s unexpected outburst.
“Let’s go,” Ryan said, tugging at her hand. “She’s just a drunk woman playing psychic.”
True to Ryan’s observation, Farrah noticed a small bottle of rum and a tot glass on the table beside her stack of tarot cards and crystal ball.
“Stay away from the wolf, young lady,” the woman yelled again. “Stay away from him or they’ll come after you!”
She felt Ryan stiffen beside her as the woman continued to rant, drawing curious stares from people around them.
“Let’s go,” Ryan said in a voice so cold, it could freeze the hottest part of hell. Even as they walked away, the woman continued to shout her warnings and her shrill voice followed them like a bad smell until she was finally out of earshot.
Farrah felt responsible for that embarrassing scene since she was the one who stopped to talk to the woman. “I’m sorry about that,” she apologized. “I didn’t know the woman was a troubled person.”
Ryan’s features softened. “Don’t apologize, it wasn’t your fault that she acted that way. I just hated how everyone stood and stared at us like we were a couple of freaks when she was the weird one.”
“I was the one who drew her attention to us, but you’re right. The woman has a loose screw in the head.”
Nevertheless, try as she might, Farrah couldn’t shake the feeling that something very strange was going on—she’d had a dream about a wolf attacking her earlier today, now a random woman was warning her about a wolf. She couldn’t see what the connection was, but she also didn’t want to write it off as mere coincidence. She briefly debated within herself whether or not to mention the dream to Ryan, but then decided against it. He might think she was just as crazy as the psychic woman.
“How about we grab dinner somewhere around before returning to the hotel?” Ryan asked.
“Takeout?” she asked.
“Exactly what I was thinking,” he said.
They made a beeline for the only Chinese restaurant in that area where they ordered spicy noodles with grilled chicken, fried rice, stir-fried vegetables, and spring rolls, before returning to The Baron.
“I don’t even want to guess how much weight I’m piling on top of myself with all these foods I’ve been eating in St. Kitts,” Farrah said as they settled down to eat when they got back to his room.
“Don’t worry,” he said with a mischievous smile. “This place is like Vegas, any weight you gain in St. Kitts and Nevis remains here.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Just take my word for it,” he said and winked.
Farrah laughed. “Right. That’s all the assurance I need.”
They ate and laughed at each other’s jokes as they’d done earlier in the day, the embarrassing episode at the flea market completely forgotten. However, somewhere in the deep recess of Farrah’s heart, she knew that in a few days, this blissful cocoon would have to give way to reality, and she wasn’t ready for that just yet.
Forget about later, enjoy this moment, her mind told her. She was overthinking this so-called holiday fling. It was supposed to be a carefree time, so why was she this bothered about how it would end?
She got off the bed and stripped naked without any preamble, earning her an appreciative look from Ryan.
“Show off,” he said with a wicked grin.
Farrah shrugged. “Well, you know what they say; if you’ve got it flaunt it.”
“You’re right,” he agreed. “Your body is a beautiful work of art.”
“Coming from a man with a perfectly sculpted body, I’d say that’s a huge compliment.”
He laughed. “I got my body in a gym, yours is natural.”
“I go to the gym too. Same difference.”
“So we’re even then,” he conceded.
Farrah walked over to where he sat on the couch and took her sweet time undressing him as if she were unwrapping a special gift box. She wasn’t surprised to see that he already had an erection, throbbing like a fireman’s hose filled with water. She liked the fact that she didn’t have to do too much to turn him on. All she had to do was to take off her clothes and boom, Ryan was hard and ready to fire away.
She went on her knees in front of him and spread his legs wide apart, giving her full access to his loins and all the goodness that region held. Contrary to his expectation, she ignored his engorged cock, giving her attention to his balls instead. She massaged the heavy sacs, stroking them lovingly with her hand before transferring them into her mouth for some tongue action. Ryan threw his head back and moaned in pleasure, his hands gripped the couch tightly so he wouldn’t sink them into her hair and pull them off her scalp due to the intensity of the awesome sensations coming from between his legs. She made him lean farther back so she could have access to his anal area. Farrah licked him from back to front, concentrating on the central line that divided his lower anatomy. She’d never tried this before but for whatever reason, she was willing to try out all her wild sexual fantasies with Ryan. On his part, Ryan couldn’t form a single coherent thought because of what Farrah was doing to him down there. He was sure he would explode any minute now if she kept this up.
Finally, she advanced upward, tracing his hard erection with the tip of her tongue. She did a little swirly move when she reached underneath the throbbing head, then she traveled down again to start over.
“I—can’t—take it—anymore,” he managed to stutter through clenched teeth. He was trying to keep it together and extend this session long enough for him to pull her up and finish off inside her, but he couldn’t delay his happy ending any longer. He came all over her hair, screaming her name with his release.
Farrah giggled. “I’ve never had a cum bath before,” she said.
Ryan smiled weakly. He was still trying to recover from that earth-shattering escapade.
When his heartbeat had finally returned to normal and his muscles started functioning again, he joined Farrah in the bathroom to assist her with washing her hair. They used the complimentary shampoos provided by the hotel. Once the shampooing was done, Farrah stood under the shower to rinse off her hair. Ryan stood behind her, cupping her boobs in his hands while hers were up in her hair.
Her first instinct was to bring her hands down over his, but instead, she maintained her position, enjoying how he played with her breasts. When his attention shifted to her nipples, she lowered her arms and looped them around his neck so she could rest her back on his chest. She needed to be well balanced for this next phase of enjoyment. He nibbled her earlobe and kissed her neck while his hands continued to perform sweet magic on her boobs.
Farrah still couldn’t get over how Ryan could make her cum again and again just by fondling her breasts. The feeling was just too delicious for words to explain—her coochie was already soaking wet and pulsating with need. She let go of him and held onto the shower rod while bending down so he could have a full view of her private parts. Ryan got the message immediately, so he held her hips to keep her steady before driving into her with full force.
She gasped as he entered her. “Yes!”
“That’s how you want it tonight? You want it hard and rough?” he asked her in a thick voice that was heavy with passion.
“Yes, Ryan! Please,” she answered breathlessly. She’d always thought that hard-core sex was for porn stars and druggies only, now here she was begging to be clubbed to death with a big hard dick. The wonder of wonders!
He pulled back slowly then rammed into her again, granting her wish and satisfying his need at the same time. Her head bumped into the tiled bathroom wall in front of her with the force of each powerful thrust he delivered, but Farrah didn’t care. Right there and then, nothing else mattered except her glorious journey to multiple orgasms.
Both of them reached the climax at the same time, convulsing together in a dance of pure ecstasy. Nothing in this world could beat that moment. Nothing!
“Wow,” Farrah whispered when it was over. Her throat was parched, and she felt like she’d been run over by a Mack truck. “I don’t know what it is about you that just inspires me to be wild.”
Ryan chuckled. “Maybe it’s because I’m a wild creature and my wildness is starting to rub off on you.”
She laughed. “I guess that crazy woman at the flea market was right after all. You’re a wild wolf and I should stay away from you.”
His grin faded instantly, and his face became as hard as granite. “Yeah, you should,” he muttered.
Farrah was confused by his sudden change in demeanor. “Hey, calm down. It’s just a joke.”
“I know,” he said but, his features were still hard. “Let’s wash up quickly and get out of here before we catch a chill, ok?”
“Ok,” Farrah agreed quietly. She couldn’t understand why he was so annoyed by that harmless joke. What was the big deal?
Ryan’s sudden sour mood made the rest of the evening a bit awkward between them. Even when she turned the TV to a channel that was showing an episode of the hilarious roast of Bruce Willis on Comedy Central, Ryan still didn’t crack a smile. Farrah eventually gave up trying to cheer him up and just focused her attention on the TV.
It was just a silly joke, dammit! Farrah thought in frustration. What was he so pissed off about anyway? She turned over on the bed to ask him just that and found him asleep. Her blooming anger evaporated quickly at the sight of his peaceful, gorgeous face. How can one human being be this beautiful? She wondered as she continued to admire his perfectly formed face; the full arched brows, the thick dark eyelashes, prominent high cheekbones, the straight aristocratic nose, those full luscious lips that were created just for kissing, and that square jaw. All of that on top of an impeccably etched six-foot four-inches frame. Wowzer! What a package. She thought.
She gingerly laid down beside him, afraid she might wake him up if she wasn’t careful. She could stare at him all night…and that was exactly what she did till she fell asleep.
Her dreamless slumber was interrupted by the delicious feeling of being caressed all over her body. She felt the familiar strong, male hands roaming the length of her, doing sweet things to every single inch of skin they touched. Farrah smiled but kept her eyes closed so she could properly savor this sensual delicacy she was been served at the crack of dawn.
Ryan nestled his head between her breasts, then kissed the valley between them before capturing one of her nipples with his teeth. Farrah inhaled sharply, that tingling sweetness was too much for her to ignore. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, and she was rewarded with a wink and a cocky grin. He’d blown her cover with just one move.
He led a trail of kisses down her body till he reached between her legs where he put his expert tongue to good use, torturing her with sinful pleasures. Farrah writhed in ecstasy, pressing his face into her dripping wet vagina. Ryan loved how she gave all of herself to him without holding back. He turned his head sideways to continue his trail of kisses up her inner thighs till he reached her foot, then he placed her leg on his folder while gently turning her body so she now laid sideways. He positioned himself between her legs and entered her smoothly. They moved in unison; hip to hip with their genitals perfectly locked as they danced to the sexual rhythm of lovers giving and receiving intense pleasure at the same time.
Silent tears rolled down Farrah’s face as she reached the peak of her orgasm. Rebound sex shouldn’t be this good! Like seriously, it shouldn’t.
Ryan laid down beside her, spooning her from behind. His hot breath warmed her neck and fanned the dying embers of her passion.
“I’m going to miss you when I return to Chicago,” he whispered in her hair.
Farrah didn’t expect her heart to break just by hearing those words from him, but it did. “Oh Ryan,” she whispered back. “Please don’t make this hard for me. This was supposed to be just a holiday fling, you know. Just sex with no strings attached.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” he said hopefully.
Although Farrah was glad to know that he wanted to be more than just her lover, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to dive into another relationship just yet. She hadn’t even had time to carefully sift through her emotions or properly process her sudden break up from Alex, so getting romantically entangled so soon was not on her to-do list for the nearest future.
She sighed. “I know but I just got out of a messy relationship, and I don’t think I’m ready to start dating again just yet. I’m sorry, Ryan.”
He hugged her tightly for a few seconds, then he relaxed his hold. “Don’t be. I understand.”
Yet, she felt bad for turning him down. Farrah knew that beyond the great sex, she and Ryan had a connection, and she would truly like to see where it would lead, but not now. She nestled deeper in his arms, enveloped by the warmth of his body, and promptly fell asleep.
It was daytime in the forest, no mist or strange creature was lurking in the shadows. Sunlight seeped through the branches of the tall trees, casting a yellow glow on the forest floor. Farrah was walking towards a slender woman who stood in the distance waiting for her. Up close, she saw that the woman wore a long coat made from silver fur. Her straight black hair nearly reached her waist. She had the angular features and tan complexion reminiscent of a Native American.
“Who are you?” Farrah asked once she was merely an arm’s length away from the striking woman. “Where is this place and why do I keep coming here?”
“You will know me soon enough,” she replied without speaking. “As for your other questions; this is a realm of wolves and I honestly do not understand how you gained access to this place.”
Farrah heard the contempt in the woman’s voice but ignored it. “Why does everyone keep telling me about wolves? Is it a code word for something?”
“I don’t know what you mean but I will advise you to never return here again. If you venture into this realm when the moon is full, you may not leave here alive.”
Farrah was confused. “I don’t understand any of these things you’re saying.”
“This is your final warning!”
******
Farrah woke up to the bright glare of sunlight shining through the windows. She yawned and rolled over, hitting Ryan’s nose with her elbow by accident.
“Ow!” he yelped.
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” Farrah said, then burst out laughing. “That wasn’t intentional, my love.”
“My love?” he enquired while rubbing his nose with the tips of his fingers.
“Whatever.” She laughed. “You know I’m just kidding, right.”
“Yeah, I was kidding too, my love.”
“It’s a beautiful morning,” Farrah said as she stretched. “And I kinda miss my Aunty.”
“You should go see her today and maybe spend the day with her too.”
“Tired of me already?”
Ryan chuckled. “I haven’t even had enough of you yet,” he said.
“Good, because I’ll go check on her then come back and hang out with you.”
“Sounds like a fantastic plan to me.”
“Awesome!”
She led the way to the bathroom where she ran a hot bath for both of them in the canoe-shaped tub. Ryan got in first, then she joined him, sitting between his long legs which he had to fold to enable him to fit into the tub properly. Bathing together in such a small enclosure was surely an invitation to steamy sex which they both gladly accepted.
Holding the edges of the bathtub for support, Farrah lowered herself on top of Ryan’s erect penis. She rode him slowly while he lovingly caressed her breasts as soapy water cascaded over their glistening bodies. Her thighs were closed, creating tight friction between her legs which heightened the intensity of the pleasure. When the big O came, it felt like a flash of lightning had traveled down their bodies, reaching the very core of their being.
“You’re going to turn me into a sex addict,” she said when she could finally speak.
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you,” he replied.
“Liar,” Farrah giggled. “I never understood all the hype about sex because, for me, the experience had always been meh. But now, I can confidently say that sex is great thanks to you.”
“Sounds like I deserve a medal of honor for this.” Ryan laughed.
“You do,” she said with a laugh.
He kissed her cheek. “I’m happy to know that I’ve changed your perspective about sex positively. Everyone should enjoy sex.”
“Just as everyone enjoys their favorite food,” she agreed. “Speaking of food, I’m quite hungry right now. Sex makes me ravenous.”
“We better get out of here then, and find something to eat,” he said.
Farrah made a growling sound like a wild animal, and it got Ryan laughing. They finished bathing and went back into the room to order breakfast. When their meal arrived, they attacked it with equal gusto. As much as Farrah was enjoying her time with Ryan, she couldn’t wait to get back to the bungalow to spend some quality time with Neemah before returning to the hotel to continue her dreamy holiday fling.
When it was time for her to leave, Ryan was sad to see her go but tried to hide it with humor.
“I’ll just sit on the couch and cry myself to sleep until you get back,” he said.
She giggled. “Do you even know how to cry?”
“Hey, I have feelings too.”
“I bet you do,” she said and gave him a tight hug before kissing him goodbye.
The moment she was gone, Ryan’s mobile phone rang as if on cue. He picked it up to see who was calling him and his heart sank when he saw the caller ID. He hesitated briefly before answering the call.
“Hello,” he said, trying to sound cheerful.
“I know what you have been up to,” said the voice on the other end.
Ryan’s whole body went rigid. No!
“You have betrayed me and the entire clan by doing this,” the caller continued. “You know what I am capable of, yet you defy me.”
Ryan was speechless. This shouldn’t be happening; this couldn’t be happening!
“I—I am sorry,” he stuttered when he finally found his voice.
“Save it!” his caller snapped rudely. “You know what to do. Please don’t make me call you again because of this.”
The line went dead.
******
Neemah was curled up on the couch dozing when Farrah arrived at the bungalow. She woke up the moment she heard the knocks on the front door, and she couldn’t hide her excitement when she saw Farrah on the other side of it.
“Farrah!” she exclaimed excitedly and gave her ward a big hug. “You’re back.”
“Yes Aunty, I am.” Farrah laughed. “I missed you so much, so I had to come back to see how you’re doing.”
“As you can see, I am alive and well, and I can see that you are too.”
“That’s correct,” Farrah said.
“Come on in, dear. Where’s Ryan? Was he the one that dropped you off?”
Farrah shook her head. “Nah, I left him at the hotel. I’ll be going back to join him this evening if that’s fine with you.”
“Please, Farrah. I’ve told you before, you don’t need my permission to spend time with Ryan. This holiday is actually for you, not me. I just came along to keep you company and not to become the center of your universe.”
“You’re probably right,” Farrah agreed. “But I feel bad for neglecting you for hours.”
“Farrah dear, I am not a toddler that needs to be watched over and taken care of all day. Besides, I am not complaining. I’d probably do what you’re doing now if I ever had the opportunity when I was your age.”
Farrah scoffed playfully. “I doubt it, Aunty. You’re way too decent to have a fling with a stranger. I even thought I was too.”
“Well, you know what they say, never say never,” Neemah said with a comical wink that got Farrah laughing.
It felt good to be with her old-time nanny again. Farrah had missed the easy humor and playful banter she’d always had with Neemah. It felt really good to be back on familiar terrains. Neemah happily prepared lunch with some ingredients from the pantry while Farrah grabbed a bottle of table wine from the mini cellar behind the kitchen to go with the meal. It was just like being back home in Nigeria, where they would sit in the kitchen to cook and eat while swapping gossips or reminiscing about Farrah’s growing-up days.
By noon, the Devons showed up in their massive Ford SUV ride to ask if the ladies would like to join them on their trip to a beach party. Both of them declined politely, opting to stay indoors instead. Once the caretaker and his family drove off, Farrah and Neemah went into the den to make a phone call to Nigeria. Raymond and Kareena Njokus were pleased to hear from their daughter and even happier to hear her sounding so lively like her usual self. Neemah also spoke with them, telling her employers how much fun she was having in St. Kitts and Nevis.
As the day progressed, Farrah began to miss Ryan. She was afraid to wonder what it would be like in a few days when she would get on a plane returning her to Nigeria, leaving this beautiful island country and the sweet moments she’d shared with her new lover behind. Even though she wasn’t ready to admit it to herself, Farrah knew she was slowly but surely falling in love with Ryan, and it terrified her. She didn’t come here to fall in love, she came here to heal from it.
With a sigh, she quietly left Neemah on the couch where the older woman was napping. After their phone call to Nigeria, they’d shared a small bottle of wine which had knocked Neemah out since she wasn’t used to drinking alcohol. Farrah went into her room to change what she was wearing. She chose an Aztec print playsuit made of lightweight fabric and paired it with her beaded sandals. Her brown sling bag and the charm bracelet from Ryan completed the look.
Before stepping out of the house, she wrote a note to Neemah to let her know that she’d gone back to the hotel to be with Ryan and that she would be back the following day. She left the note beside her Aunty on the couch and tiptoed out of the bungalow.
The taxi ride to the hotel seemed to take forever even though it only took the usual fifteen minutes. Farrah’s belly quivered with excitement the moment she got down from the taxi and hurriedly paid the driver. She couldn’t wait to see Ryan; to be in his arms, kissed by those soft, firm lips, and made love to like she was a sexy goddess.
Farrah nearly raced into the building, hurrying into the elevator the moment an elderly couple vacated it. She felt like a drug addict running to her supplier for a quick fix. Ryan was her drug, and she was shamelessly addicted to him. How she would get rehabilitated and recover from this addiction wasn’t her problem at the moment; right now, she just needed her hit so she could become sane again.
Immediately she knocked, the door swung open, and Ryan stood there appraising her with those insanely gorgeous eyes. Her skin almost sizzled under his smoldering gaze.
“What took you so long?” he asked with a voice that was so heavy with desire.
“I missed you too,” she said coyly as she approached him.
Ryan shut the door and pulled Farrah into his arms. He devoured her mouth hungrily while caressing every part of her body that his hands could reach. She let him mold her body lovingly as the kiss deepened. He pinned her against the door, pressing his hardened cock on her lower belly. Farrah couldn’t wait to have him deep inside her, she tugged at the lace of his joggers to loosen them so she could grab on to that part of him that would fill her up completely and give the kind of pleasure only he could.
“You should have worn a dress,” Ryan whispered in between kisses.
Farrah smiled. “I gat you,” she said and pulled down the zipper in front of her skimpy playsuit. The outfit came loose, falling off her shoulders easily to reveal her seductive red undies made by Victoria’s Secret. The playsuit fell at her feet, leaving her fully exposed under his burning gaze.
“Smart girl,” Ryan said. “Red suits you, and I love it.”
He lifted her bra off her boobs without undoing the hooks, allowing the beautifully rounded globes to hang freely on her chest. Ryan got to work, sucking each nipple hungrily one after the other. Farrah gripped his cock hard, stroking it feverishly as she wiggled and moaned loudly. She could never get enough of Ryan’s touch; he made her feel things that words could not sufficiently describe. His hand traveled down her body, slid into her panties, and located that tiny button that unlocked a world of brain-busting ecstasy. He stroked her clitoris till Farrah thought she was going to die from the sweetness.
Ryan knew her body like it was his territory, and he knew she was more than ready to welcome him inside of her. He lifted her right leg and hooked it around his hips, then shifted her panty slightly to the side to give him easy access to penetrate. Farrah had never had sex like this before, but she wasn’t didn’t mind at all. He drove into her hard, pulling back and slamming into her again and again, each thrust harder than the previous one. They held onto each other as their lovemaking intensified. When they reached the peak together, they clung to each other as if holding on for dear life.
The rest of the night was spent on intense lovemaking in every part of the room, including the bathroom. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other; each round made them hungrier for more. Just before they finally drifted to sleep sometime in the early hours of the following morning, Ryan made an unexpected confession.
“I’m falling in love with you, Farrah,” he whispered. “I want you to be a part of my life after we leave this place. I know this was supposed to be just sex with no strings attached, but I can’t help myself. I love you, Farrah.”
Farrah felt her heart squeeze. Ryan was in love with her, and she’d thought she was the only one catching feelings already.
“I’m falling in love with you too, Ryan,” she confessed. “But I’m not ready for a relationship just yet. I just got out of a major one and I need some time to fully recover from that before getting involved with you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand and I’m willing to wait until you’re ready to fully commit yourself to me. I know it would take some time for you to get over what happened to you, so it’s ok if you’re not ready. In the meantime, I’m just going to snuggle up with you here and cherish this moment.”
She chuckled. “You’re such a romantic.”
“A hopeless one too,” he said.
“Softie,” she teased him.
“Whatever.” He laughed.
They snuggled closer and fell asleep together while tangled up in each other’s arms. Farrah felt like she was right where she was supposed to be. Home sweet home.