Chapter 3 3

3. INTOXICATING DESIRE

Through the open door my mother stares at me curiously. She looks down and raises an eyebrow after noticing that I don't have my bags with me. "Where's your stuff?" She questions.

"In my car." I reply as if it is the most obvious thing in the world. Because it is, how else am I supposed to get to wherever this vacation is.

She sighs and then pulls me into a hug, "did I forget to tell you; we're all taking the same vehicle?"

I grind my teeth together, "yes, yes you did."

She releases me, "now you know." With a smile she pulls me behind her into the house. We enter the kitchen and I instantly stop dead in my tracks. Mikel looks up as I enter and I hold my breath waiting for him to say or do something. He simply nods and then turns back to his brother. Andrew greets me warmly with a hug and I can see the thankful look in his eyes.

"Thank you for coming, it makes your mother very happy." He whispers softly in my ear before pulling back. "Where's your stuff?" Andrew questions more loudly.

My mothers eyes flash to mine and I smile professionally, "outside. I hear we're taking the same car?" I pray for him to tell me otherwise.

"Yes, I thought it'd be easier and more efficient." Andrew smiles. So it was his idea... my subconscious pulls out her butchers knife and begins to sharpen it. "Would you like some breakfast before we hit the road?"

I notice my mothers pleading eyes, "sure."

Andrew grins and then leads me to the table, my mother sits opposite me and he takes the one next to her. Only leaving one more space for Mikel next to me. I realise why my mother had pulled her puppy dog look before, in front of me is bacon and pancakes... I hate bacon and pancakes. I send her a quick glare and pick up one pancake. I take the syrup and dribble a small amount on it. Using the cutlery I try to quickly devour the relatively decent sized circle. My mother silently eats and I know Andrew can tell something is going on.

All of a sudden a large hand grips onto my thigh tightly, I drop my fork. Both Andrew and my mothers eyes flash to me in an instant. "Sorry..." I mumble trying to shake Mikels hand off. I try doing this without causing a scene. Unfortunately his grip is tight. I feel his hand trail up the inside of my knee length navy dress and attempt to suppress the moan that is currently begging to escape. I peak out of the corner of my eye to him, he hadn't given me a second glance just before... so what the hell is he doing now! I strive to ignore his curious fingers but as they push past the crotch of my underwear and trail along my wet slit, I can't help but groan quietly.

"Are you okay?" My mother questions.

I cough, "yeah, just this is so good." She raises an eyebrow. Mikels finger enters my heat and begins to slowly thrust in and out of my slit.

A second finger joins the second and I hold my breath praying he stops before I completely embarrass myself. Another moan arises and I clench my legs together, trying to stop his moving hand. It doesn't stop him, in fact it just makes it so much worse. He speeds up and I clutch the tables edge tightly. My body begs for a release and I send a pleading look towards Mikel. The corner of his mouth raises. He continues this torture, bring me to the brink then leaving me to fall back to earth disappointed. Finally having had enough of his games, I jump up and in the process; manage to bang my knee on the table.

Quickly straightening my dress I send a dark look towards a calm Mikel. "Are you feeling okay?" My mother questions more adamantly this time. I debate just saying I'm sick and avoiding this trip of hers, but before I can open my mouth a large hand grabs the back of my leg. Thankfully she doesn't press the issue and I'm able to shake his hand off this time. I pick my plate up and walk to the sink. "You're really enjoying your breakfast." Andrews voice halts me.

As I go to step, Mikel replies, "the syrup is mouthwatering." This causes me to ever so gracefully trip and fall face first to the ground. "Fuck!" I hear Mikel grunt before I feel two large arms pick me up off the tiled floor. His eyes scan my body, probably looking for injuries. When he finds none the heat in his eyes turn into a dangerous desire filled gaze. I'm pulled out of his grip by my mothers worried expression.

"Christ, Lysandra!" My mother panics.

I groan embarrassed, "I'm fine... unfortunately I can't say the same about the plate. Sorry." I apologise to Andrew.

"It's fine. As long as you're not hurt."

For the first time since I've met Andrew I give him a genuine smile. "I'm fine, thank you." They finish eating and I help my mother with the dishes after persuading Andrew it's the least I can do after destroying one of his dishes. We finish and I wipe down the sink area, afterwards Andrew takes my mother and his bags. Following them outside I stumble whilst looking at the large vehicle in front of me, how had I not noticed that before! "What is that?" I question, contemplating how I'll even climb up into it.

"Jeep Wrangler." Mikel replies as if I should know exactly what it is.

Trying to keep my pride I walk up to it, "of course it is." I make my way back to my much smaller car and unlock it, after pull my bags out of the backseat I lock up. Mikel grabs my small suitcase and throws it into the back of the jeep along with the other bags, I clutch my work bag to my chest and glare at him. There is no way he is throwing my laptop like that! I open the back door next to the drivers side door and place my bag inside, softly. I then struggle to push myself up onto the seat as the dress I'm wearing is by far the most tightest piece of clothing I own, Mikels scent surrounds me.

"Maybe if you removed those ridiculous shoes, you'd be able to hop in."

I bite my tongue and turn to face him, I wasn't expecting him to be so close. I crane my head and look up, "what is your problem?" I whisper out furiously.

"Nothing." He replies grabbing my hips. I try to jerk away from him and beg that my mother and her fianc� are not watching.

I place my hands on his chest and push, "let. Go." He begins to lift me up, "I can do it myself!" I ground out annoyed.

"Fine." He releases me. Good going, idiot! I send him a sarcastic smirk and then turn back around to face the offending vehicle. Placing my hands on the soft seat I pray my weak arms can lift my body up and my dress doesn't rip in the process. Come on, you can do it! No need to embarrass us any further... That's more like it, I knew the annoying person in my head would eventually take my side.

My tight dress makes it impossible for me to just swing up so I take a breath before pushing down hard and pulling my body up, I lift slightly and then instantly put my knee on the seat, I feel my dress ride up. I claw my way into the vehicle and then straighten up whilst pulling my dress down from my thighs. Turning I glare at Mikel smugly. He moves closer, "lacy black panties, who would have known."

"Your arrogance is disgusting!" I fold my arms and face the front.

Just then my mother and Andrew walk out the front door with two bags and I thank the heavens when I see him lock the front door. Finally leaving! I forcefully move Mikel away; by pulling my door closed, he gives me a dark look before walking to the other side of the Jeep and hoping in next to me. My mother takes shotgun while Andrew starts the Wrangler up. I turn my body towards the window and ignore Mikels intense core heating gaze. Fifteen minutes later we're cruising along some unknown road aisled by forest.

Andrew shifts uncomfortably and turns the radio on. I snap my head to Mikel when the voice from the stereo slurs out the lyrics to a confronting song;

"Now if we're talking body

You got a perfect one

So put it on me

Swear it won't take you long

If you love me right

We fuck for life..."

He simply raises an eyebrow. How can he act so normal after our phone call last night! He's probably completely over it, probably realises the dangerous situation is just not worth it. I should be happy... but if I'm completely honest; all I'm feeling is disappointment. I clear my throat and send a quick frown towards my mother who only smiles completely oblivious to my current turmoil. I sigh and lay my head back allowing the music to play as a distraction to my wondering thoughts, eventually I drift off to a semi-slumber state.

I'm shaken awake by a hard hand, my eyes snap up to look into Mikels dark irises. "What's the matter?" I question sitting up.

"We've stopped for food, come on." He almost looks bored, as if I'm a burden. Honestly his emotions... or better yet lack of, is eventually going to drive me to insanity. I bite my tongue and accept his hand, stepping out of the Jeep I grab my bag and follow him inside a large shopping centre... Where are we? I look for signs but unfortunately can not spot anything relevant.

I glance up at Mikel as he strides next to me causally, cautiously I decide to speak up, "how long was I asleep?"

"A good three hours." He grips my elbow tightly and guides me through the heavy crowd.

Cringing slightly at his bruising grip I try to tug my arm free. Finally we stop in front of a restaurant where I see my mother and her significant other at one of the tables. Mikel releases me and I make my way to them immediately. Mikel conveniently directs me to the seat next to him and I pray that a recurrence of this morning doesn't occur. I look over at the big, noticeably angry man next to me. What's up with him?

"Are you okay?" I whisper when my mother and Andrew occupy themselves with each other.

Mikel runs a hand through his thick hair, "I'm fine. It's hard to stay in control... I didn't think it's be this hard." In control of what?

"In control of what?" I mutter out my thoughts.

Just then a loud shrilled voice breaks the air, "Mikel, darling!" I look up to find a gorgeous raven haired woman eagerly making her way to us. She manages to somehow capture a lone chair and place it almost on top of Mikel; who surprisingly shifts toward me. I look to my mother for an answer but she just shrugs.

"Victoria." Mikel greets through gritted teeth.

Andrew grins, "you made it! I just told Mikel that your family would be joining us." As my mother fianc� says this four other individuals join us, crowding the small table. Mikel subconsciously places a hand on my thigh and I clench my legs together. The woman- Victoria places her claws on Mikels forearm and I feel his hand fist on my leg. Is this why he's angry? Then again he said he couldn't control something? I decide to excuse myself and push past Victoria's family to find a restroom.

Before I can make it a metre from the boosting group a strong arm wraps around my middle, I go to yell but Mikels masculine scent halts me. "Walk." He practically growls out. Lucky for me, in this position the group behind us can not see Mikel's wondering arm.

I decide not to cause a commotion and inform my mother of our very sudden, very inconvenient relationship... if you can even call it that. So I continue to walk and exit the restaurant. "What are you doing!" I hiss out as we pass a couple, who smile at us knowingly.

"Just walk, Lysandra." He whispers above my head. Ah, there it is... my name rolling off his tongue so seductively. I allow him to lead us in whatever direction he'd like, we end up in front of another restaurant and I look at him a bit confused. He nudges me inside. We walk up to the counter and he turns to me slightly, "what would you like?"

"But..." I stop when I see the look in his eyes, he really doesn't like that Victoria chick. "A sweet chilly, chicken and avocado wrap... please." I finish with a small understanding smile.

He turns to the man behind the counter and orders. He then leads me to the corner of the restaurant and I takes a seat opposite him, he places the buzzer on the table and I look down at it waiting for the little green light to go off and signal our order. Mikel cups his chin and stares at me expectantly. I raise my eyebrows at him. "You have a question." He finally speaks.

"Why are we eating here?" I look at him. He doesn't answer so I continue, "who are they?" Again, nothing. "Seriously Mikel. If you're going to ignore me then you can stay here by yourself." I snap standing up.

Before I can walk away he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. "Stay." I release a breath and look down at him. Don't, turn back and keep walking you fool! The voice in my head demands. I break from his grip and he looks away from me, I then walk back around the table and sit down opposite him. He looks up a little surprised.

Our phones ring simultaneously before we can say anything. I pull my phone out of my bag and reframe from swiping my thumb across the screen as it flashes 'mother' and allow Mikel to answer his, "hello?" He rolls his eyes. "She's with me. No Andrew! You bastard, you invited them!" He grunts out. I've never heard him speak like this. Sure I've heard him swear before... yeah, when he was ramming into you from behind! My subconscious snaps annoyingly.

I look up a little shocked. Our buzzer flashes green and I pick it up and walk to the counter. Handing the buzzer over with a, "thank you," I grab our order and make my way back to Mikel.

"No you asshole, you either get ride of them or deal with me not coming on this damn family trip!" I almost trip whistle planting the food down on the table. "Why! Are you kidding. She's best friends ex-wife, dammit!" He growls. I simply take my seat and open my wrap... what, it's not my problem. I look through my phone for messages as Mikel continues to rant. "I'm not going anywhere with that whore!" at this I choke and look up at him. "Fuck!" He curses and ends the call. He instantly hands me his drink and I sip at it until the food in my throat enters my stomach.

"What is going on Mikel!" I finally manage to gasp out.

He grounds his teeth together, almost seething he replies, "that woman was married and made a bloody pass at me!"

"Then why did Andrew invite her along?" I question.

"Because he's a goddamn moron and she's an old friend of his." Mikel doesn't seem too pleased about either of these facts. "Can we just eat? Or do you have anymore questions." He snaps.

"Christ! Calm down." I glare down at my food and we both finish eating in silence. I stand up just as my phone rings and without looking at the screen I answer it. "Yes?" Although he snapped at me and whatnot I can't help but realise this is the most he's talked to me. I remember our first night together, when I discover the man was cover in tattoos; you wouldn't have guessed so, though, as he always wears long sleeved shirts. Even that night he was silent, dark and mysterious... he caused the curiosity to rise in my body and that, well that just led to a night filled with passion I never knew existed.

'Honey, please bring Mikel and yourself to the Jeep.'

I sigh as my mother's gentle voice greets me, "Okay."

'Thanks dear, I don't know what happened back there but I don't want it to ruin our vacation, so please try and convince Mikel not to be too angry.'

"Sure." I end the call. Why am I always the one left with all the daunting tasks! Because you are the only one who is willing to deal with them, idiot. Honestly, just keep your mouth closed if you don't have anything positive to contribute! I snap at my subconscious. I look up to see Mikel leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, the only expression on his face being impatient. I straighten up and walk to him. "Come on, they want us to head back."

He shakes his head, "not until that woman is gone."

"Stop being childish." I sigh. Not wanting to deal with his drama. Although somewhere in the back of my mind I know I'm pissed at the gorgeous black haired beauty... even though I don't know her, I hate her for wanting Mikel... This knowledge scares me, it's far to early to be feeling anything let alone jealousy. "I just want to get this weekend over with." No, you just want the magnificent man in front of you to make love to you over and over again!

"do you really want to go back to them?"

"Yes."

"Seriously!" He glares down at me as if I've betrayed him.

"Well yes, they have the keys to the Jeep and I don't plan to be stranded here." I state blankly.

This causes a chuckle to erupt from Mikel, this surprises me. I didn't know the man had that in him. "Alright, come on little one." He straightens up off the wall and wraps a large arm around my waist. I panic momentarily but then remember no one here knows us and allow his warm arm to support me. "But first..." He trails off and I look up at him. I am unable to speak however, as his mouth instantly smashes down on mine.

Mikels tongue teases my bottom lip until I open up to him. Finally when my weak lips cave, his devilish tongue enters my completely willing mouth. Electricity courses through my body as his free hand grabs my hair and pulls back hard. We shouldn't be doing this in a public shopping centre. The battle in my mind ceases before it can even begin, when his skilled mouth trails down to the crook of my neck leaving wet kisses in it's wake.

"You smell so fucking good..." He moans.

God, I could say the same thing. I hold my own moan at bay and force myself to not completely loose my senses in his tricky game. I realise something, he only speaks so rawly when he's in a sexual position of sorts, that night and now... That is interesting. "We need to go back." I manage to breath out.

"Fine. But I will have you Lysandra... soon." He seals the threat with a marking suckle.

He pulls back and I pull my hair out to cover the marks he's undoubtably left behind. Mikel smirks at my actions and I realise I'm glad he's not angry. This time I don't allow him to wrap an arm around me and quickly rush back in the direction we'd come from. Finding the exit I spot my mother and Andrew waiting by the Jeep. Mikel is directly behind me and I see Andrews surprise when he sees his brother exit the plaza.

My mother grins and whispers something to Andrew. I disregard their curious looks and walk to the side of the Jeep. Mikel comes to help me in and I allow him too, only to regret it when his palm remains on my bottom for a couple of seconds to long. Does he want my mother to catch us! Those couple of seconds annoyingly cause my body to heat up and the region between my thighs to blaze. He slips inside and I slide across. Andrew and my mother join us and once again we're back on the road.

My mother drifts of to sleep and I notice Andrew push some wire-less earphones into his ears, probably sensing the awkward atmosphere. Once I'm sure they're both not listening I turn to face Mikel without causing to much suspicion should Andrew glance at the back seat. The nagging voice in my mind decides to grace me with it's presence; he mustn't like your inexperience, after all he took your virginity and we both know it wasn't roses and champagne. "Why are you acting so different?" I blurt out, instantly recognising how clingy I sound. Clingy... more like psycho girlfriend! I'm not his girlfriend. Exactly. I don't want to be!

It's true though, sure he's made a gesture here and there... but I remember him at the club, I remember him when he pushed into me, I remember him not being so cold. "What do you mean?" Mikel turns to face me.

I curb the urge to shout at him, after all he's the one who got me all hyped up about our proposition and continue, "on the phone you were very adamant and now you seem... distant." I cringe at the word. Distant, really. I know I could of picked something more professional.

"I'm still very adamant, Lysandra." He runs a hand through his hair... something he seems to be doing very often, I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through his almost shoulder length mane. A carnal desire suddenly takes over his body, "If your mother and my brother were not in this vehicle right now, you'd be naked beneath me with my cock slamming into your sweet little pussy." His voice is husky and deep.

I cross my legs and blush, "so it's not because... I put you off or something?" I finally allow the thought that had been bugging me out.

"Put me off?"

"You took my virginity... I know it wasn't as pretty as your other conquests." I whisper embarrassed.

"No, Lysandra, you have most definitely not put me off... in fact the exact opposite. I plan to teach you just how wonderful this arrangement can be." Although what he said lessened the nervous feeling festering in my chest, the word 'arrangement' just did not sit well with me.

***

A couple hours later Andrew parks in front of a family sized cabin, he pulls the buds out of his ears and shakes my mother awake. I jump out of the Jeep and use the door to gain balance as my heels skirt along the pebbles. Mikel grabs my bag and his before walking up the three steps to the porch and then to the front door. He lower one bag before pulling a set of keys from his back pocket. I follow him with my office bag clutched to my side.

We enter the warm cosy cabin and I instantly am hit with the smell of wood, it smells good. Mikel walks to the end of the room and up a flight of stairs, I trail behind him slower taking in the area. There's a lounge, kitchen and dinning room there are several other doors but I am unable to distinguish what they are as they are all closed. When I reach the top of the stairs I'm pleasantly greeted by a large opening and smaller kitchen area. I notice four other doors on this level.

One room is open so I walk to it and lean against the frame. Scanning this place quickly, I realise just how amazing it is, honestly so many customers would love to by this vacation home! My gut clenches while I watch Mikel pull his long sleeved shirt over his head, he turns slightly and dares me to enter with the corner of his eye. I take note of my bag next to his against a wall next to another door.

I go to take a step forward but my mothers voice stops me, "Lysandra! Andrew and I are going to buy some groceries, okay?" They're leaving!

Mikel turns to face me fully, his bare, muscular, inked chest greats me. "O-okay." I stutter back out to her. I hear the front door open and then a minute later the sound of gravel crunch as the Jeep is put into motion. Seriously my mother is practically giving me permission to do something I know I shouldn't be doing!

I swallow the spit in my mouth and lock eyes with the devilish man in front of me. Mikel closes the space between us in three quick, long strides. "Alone. Finally..."