Caught In A Name

CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

Nicomaine was startled awake by a sound, from where, she couldn't instantly tell. From where she lay, she had a perfect view of the sun dipping behind the crest of the mountains, sky awash and ablaze with colors found at the heart of a fire, colors she used to imagine as a child to be the breath of a dragon. The sun was already dipping behind the horizon, but the daylight still lingered in the air as though accidentally left behind. She watched as the brilliant orb of amber and tangerine sunk lower and lower in the sky until it dipped down into the horizon, painting the sky in magnificent hues of fiery red and crimson. The colors faded from maroon to neon pink and majestic purple. An impossibly bright orange colored the world a sparkling gold as the sun descended. The sky changed from cornflower blue to a subtle purple, speckled with diamonds and adorned in one large orb of opal.

As the sun finally faded and the darkness of night took over, Nicomaine became conscious of her surroundings. Then it hit her! The sound that woke her up was the slight snoring of the man sleeping like a baby beside her.  As she stared at him in silence, the events of the afternoon came crashing back. Her meeting with the rest of the Faulkerson clan, the shooting that happened outside and OH GOD! My brother! My brother is here! Shit, shit, shit, shit!

She quickly but stealthily stood up from the bed so as not to disturb the other occupant, only to realize that she was butt naked under the covers. She quickly picked up the only clothing within reach which was a small towel that only covered the upper part of her body. Ugh! Where the hell are my clothes?

As she scrambled to look for her clothes, the events inside the closet earlier flashed before her eyes. The hastened lovemaking and the way she behaved. Oh god! When did I become such a slut? Unconsciously, she bit the bottom part of her lip only to discover it to be swollen and slightly tender. She couldn't help the smile that came and the tingle of arousal that instantly made the room a little bit hotter than a few minutes earlier. This uncontrollable lust might just be the death of me. Because as much as the memory of her orgasms are still fresh in her veins, with it came her brother's really annoyed face. If she thought her life was endangered before, it definitely is now. She would be lucky to still be standing once her brother was done with her. As much as she appeared and sounded all brave earlier, she was actually shaking like a leaf on the inside. Especially when she saw her brother's face as he was about to attack Richard with the belief that Richard brainwashed her. Yikes!

Richard slowly opened his eyes a slit to witness the most voluptuous ass walking away from the foot of his bed. Watching that ass jiggle was enough to wake the blood flowing through his veins. But then the owner decided to bend over and pick up something from the floor...and yup! Instant hard on. Damn you wench, damn you!

"Where do you think you're going?"

The deep baritone startled Nicomaine so much that she might have jumped 2 feet off the carpeted floor.

"What the hell?!?" she exclaimed as she swiftly turned around to give the man on the bed a deathly stare. "Do you have to be so loud?" she added in an angry whisper.

"Whoa! Sorry. Sheesh! I thought I was speaking in my normal voice" Richard responded with a smile, his hands up as if in surrender.

"Where did you put my clothes?" Nicomaine whispered again, trying so hard not to succumb to that smile.

"Left them on the closet floor" was the response she got from the smirking man.

Nicomaine made her way to the closet with a huff but once she got there and saw the mess on the closet floor, she walked right back out.