Claiming Red (6 page)

During the next two days we were out seeing the sights, I took her to the Parthenon, and to various other historical sites in Athens. We had been so busy sightseeing that we never had gone shopping for her swimsuit. Which I didn’t tell her, wasn’t going to happen. There was no reason unless we were going to a real beach and hell if I was going to let her walk around looking sexy as hell in front of these Greeks. I already caught a couple of pricks looking at my woman. The marker idea wasn’t sounding too bad right now. When I told her she just laughed at me telling me I was silly. Pretty soon that ring was going to be on her finger then, maybe I will have some peace of mind.

The next morning I woke her up to kisses all over her body. Spreading her legs, I made it my mission to give my Samantha her first present of the day. I could feel her wake, just as I licked her thigh. She tensed briefly, lifted her head, smiled wickedly, and threw herself back on the pillow with a giggle. I smiled into her pussy as I ate at her sweet center.  Licking her folds and opening her up, I took my time tasting every last bit of her pussy. I started to feel her spasm, with her leg twitching, so I made my ascent and claimed my Red again. She was still vibrating and pulsing when I entered her and choking my cock with her tight heat. It wasn’t long until we were both reaching the little death. I came with such intensity that I thought I would pass out and my Sam looked completely ravaged and beat from my sensual assault.

After we cleaned up, and had a light breakfast, we took a walk to enjoy the view of vast landscape of Greece. We had reached shore and I turned to the woman who with one look had taken my heart and soul hostage, and asked the question I need ask.

“Samantha, I knew the moment we met that you were going to mean something special to me. It was mid-glare and mid-cut that I knew what that was. Fate had stuck me down, in my prime, at the hands of a fiery redheaded, green-eyed angry beauty. You made me feel things I didn’t know I could, with just a glance. I need you, and I love you. Will you marry me?”

She just looked at me, eyes wide, and I was looking for the floor to open up and swallowing me up.

“Just for the record, I think we are moving too fast.” That was not the answer I wanted. It was the answer I should have expected, but sure as hell didn’t want. I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it again, opened it, closed it and opened it again. I watched as the love of my life, smiled, and closed my mouth this time sealing it with a peck and whispering, “I am in love with you, too. Yes, I will marry you.” 

“Well, just so you know, I wasn’t planning to take no for an answer.” I said happily as I slipped on the ring I had personally selected at Daley’s shop. It was a two carat ruby, brighter than her hair, flanked on each side with one carat diamonds on a white gold band, engraved with “Forever My Red”.

She started crying and talking at the same time, a feat I found interesting. All I could make out was, “It’s so beautiful.”

I took my fiancé on a nighttime cruise aboard a friend’s yacht, and surprised her with a few little trinkets. “I thought you said these were for your mom and Claire. Fibber.” She smiled at me and man was that a sight. The candlelight illuminated her face, highlighting her eyes, combined with the Aegean as a back drop, perfection. I was glad that we had not docked too far from shore. The moment I got her home, I loved her deeply all night long.

We had spent the last two nights making love for hours. By the time we had finally fallen asleep the sun was just about to rise. The last morning before we were going to head back home. We hardly slept at all. I woke to my woman trying to ride my morning wood. She was trying to be slick, but she didn’t have enough practice. She could feel me laughing. Red looked down at me with her wavy curls falling over her face and a little cute pout. I thought that shit was, so fucking cute. The next shit she said though, I didn’t find any of that shit funny, I was pissed and full of jealousy.

“Don’t laugh at me. I am sorry I don’t have the experience yet to master this. I can always go out and get some more experience, then come back and try again.”

I flipped her on to her back, so fast she was breathing heavy, with eyes wide open. I was probably scaring the fuck out of her, but I didn’t give a shit. The thought of another motherfucker touching her made me fucking insane.

“Don’t you ever think that I will let you get away from me. Don’t you ever talk about fucking anyone else, but me. Do you hear me? What are you trying to do to me? You haven’t got a clue what you mean to me, do you?” I growled out the words. She wanted my cock before, so I gave it to her in one quick thrust.

“You feel this?” She nodded, “Good because this is the only cock you are ever going to have. This pussy, that I am fucking, is mine. You are mine. I want your mind, body and soul, Sam.” I couldn’t control the fear that racked my body.

I know I was acting like I was fucking ready for looney bin, but it couldn’t be helped. I called my dad after the first day a man looked at her. I wanted to literally kill the guy just for a glance. He told me it was normal. This shit didn’t feel fucking normal. I felt out of my mind. He said when you love someone else the thought of them leaving, is always with you, I just needed to keep her happy and I wouldn’t have anything to stress about. He said it gets easier after you are married, but the jealousy will always be there.

My need to possess her had become a must this morning. I dominated her pussy, because it was hard to say what I wanted and needed to say.

“Rick,” Sam cried out, as I gave her all of me and I don’t mean just all of the eleven inches. I meant my heart, I left it for her to take and she did. As I came deep within her, she shook, coming hard, squeezing my cock, and her eyes piercing my heart. I bent down to kiss the tears away. The tears that I had caused. I felt like a total prick. When I tried to say I am sorry, she put her finger to my mouth, to silence me.

“Don’t say sorry. I am not crying because you hurt me, but because I hurt you.” She looked up at me and the vulnerability I felt was just as visible in her eyes. “I am scared to lose you, too.” She understood my craziness, because she was suffering from it too.

“God, Samantha, I am more than scared, I’m terrified. I am so in love with you.” 

Fuck, I think she is trying to give me a heart attack. “You know you should marry me first, say in the next week or so, before you try and kill me.”

“I think that is too fast. We just got engaged.”

“Baby life is too short. I love you and you love me. Have you ever said that to another man?” I prayed the fuck not.

“No, but…” It was my turn to use a finger to silence her.

“No buts, I’ve never said those words to anyone, but my mother. You are so special to me.”

“Baby don’t cry. I don’t like it.” She began the crying thing again and it was killing me. I needed her to stop.

“I am happy and scared. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t Red, you won’t.” I kissed her lips tasting the saltiness of her tears. I was hard as fuck again. Just touching her, being near her, had me ready and rearing to go. She told me she loved me again, and it was fast becoming an addiction. It was like I needed to hear those words, all the time. In the time since we first said them I think I made her say them to me about twenty times.

“Please make love to me.” My future wife begged me.

“You never have to beg for it.” I kissed her tenderly, working my way down her body, leaving no part of her untouched. I opened her thighs wide, as I licked her pussy. Her head was thrown back in pleasure. Moaning out, over and over again, uttering inaudible words. I slipped one of my fingers into her, causing her to give me her first orgasm of this love session. I growled as I licked up her juices. Working my way back up, I whispered my love for her.

I kissed her mound, “I love you,” her hips, “I adore you,” her belly, “I worship you,” her breasts, “I crave you,” her lips, “I need you.”

I captured her lips, and pushing my way in, I plunged into her wet, hot, tight pussy. My tongue was making love to her mouth, playing with her tongue, and licking her lips.

She cried out as she came, “I love you.” I wasn’t close until she cried out her love for me, and her walls milked my release.

“Thank you,” she said softly as she placed gentle kisses on my chin.

“Thank you, for being mine.” I kissed her once more before I got up and ran her a bath. For some reason, I loved to run her a bath. It was like I was taking care of her, in the smallest of ways. Once she was in the bath, I took a fast shower. My phone was buzzing and I had missed a call from my father. Fuck, I just wanted to spend time with Red, alone. I didn’t want to deal with other bullshit.

“Hey dad. You called?” I had a bad feeling about it.

“You have to bring her back home.” His voice was steady, but I could tell that something was upsetting him.

“Why the fuck would I do that?”

“Her parents were found executed this morning.”

“Uncle must have found them, he fucking lied to me.”

“No he didn’t. It wasn’t him or at least that is what he says. I believe him because he could trust me to not rat him out, plus, I just know...” I know there was something he wasn’t telling me.

“Then who do you think it was?”

“You know Moreno, and your uncle weren’t the only ones they tried to sell her to, or pawn off on.”

“Yes and I am trying not to think about it. Yet, you want me to come back with her.”

“Yes, the police have been looking for Sam. They don’t know she left with you. They want to bring her in for questioning.”

“Fuck, I will have to tell her. Fuck.”

“What do you have to tell me?” I didn’t know if it was because she was stealthy or was it the ringing in my ears from the shit storm that was going to go down, but I didn’t hear her approach. We had just gotten to know each other more, in the privacy we had. I didn’t want her to hurt and I knew she would be upset.

“Hey baby did you have a nice bath?” I tried to play that shit off, but my girl was no dummy.

“Yes I did, Rick. Now tell me what you have to tell me? Don’t lie to me. People who love each other don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“Baby, I am not keeping anything from you, it’s just not good news. In fact, it is really bad news.”

“Did your uncle put a hit on me, or something?”

“No babe, according to my dad, my uncle had nothing to do with what I have to tell you. Come let’s sit down.”

“Rick you are scaring me.” I could feel the nervous energy coming from her.

“Samantha, your parents were killed.”

“When? How?”

“Babe, it’s not important how, but it was either, last night, or this morning.” I pulled her into my arms and on my lap, as the tears fell. It was about five minutes later when the tears stopped and she had pulled her shoulders back and put up her chin.

“We have to go back, don’t we?”

“Yes Red we do. The police want to talk to you. Don’t worry I will handle everything. All you have to do is let me hold you, when you need it.”

“What if I just want it?”

“Well as far as I am concerned, if you want it, then you need it.” I pulled her back against my chest, and squeezed her tight.

“How is it that my world has changed, so drastically, again?” It was barely above a whisper, but I could hear the heartache.

We pulled up to the police station earlier than expected. We came straight from the airport because she wanted to get this over with. As we were exiting the car, Travis was coming down the stairs.

“Brady!” She jumped out of the car, and into his arms. Fuck, if I didn’t want to pop him in the mouth.

“Samantha, sweetheart, I am sorry about your parents.” He hugged her tight to him and I wanted to out his ass. He pulled her away to wipe her tears. Walking up to them, I pulled her to side, wrapped my arm around her waist and held her tightly. With other men around, it’s like I forgot that I spent a whole day buried deep in her. We delayed our trip back because she was too busy riding my cock by the pool. We never did get her swimsuit.

“O’Connell.”

“Williams”

“Are you two going to fight?”

“Not yet,” Travis said.

“Nope, I will wait until you are tied to me, before I kick his ass.”

“You wish.” Muttered Travis as the sheriff came out to greet us.

“Miss Lake…Mr. O’Connell. I am glad you could make it. Miss Lake I am sorry about your loss.”

“Thank you.” There was no sincerity in her words, but they knew that she had issues with her parents.

“Yes Sheriff, we are here for the interview.”

“That’s good. Travis, please join us as well.” I watched as my girl looked confused and looked around for someone else standing by us, but there was no one. I knew this secret could blow up in my face. I promised not to lie, or keep secrets, but I had been keeping this one since the first night after we met. She was not going to be happy.

“Come on baby, the sooner we finish, the sooner we can go home.” I pulled her back against me half hard rod and quietly whispered, “I want to go home and plant my seed in you, so you will
have
to marry me.”