“Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s good. Do it again.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He pulled out and shoved back in hard and fast. As he banged her, her tits swayed, and Kylie watched Jerry’s face contort as the pressure built inside him. “It’s so fuckin’ hot watching your tits bounce. I love watching me fuck you.” He bit his lower lip and she kept his gaze as he came, his eyes rolling back, his fingers digging into her hips. “Fuck!” He stood silent for several minutes, then bent over and kissed the side of her face. “That was awesome.”
Kylie was consumed with joy and tenderness. This man, about who she’d been fantasizing, was with her at that moment, and they’d just made incredible love. It was better than anything she could’ve ever imagined.
Jerry pulled out of her, threw his used condom in the trash can, and kissed her deeply. “You’re really something, you know?”
“Am I?”
“You know you are. My sweet Kylie.” He kissed her again. “You want some food?”
She nodded. All of a sudden, she was ravenous.
“What’s good around here?”
“I don’t feel like going out. Let’s order pizza and salad and watch a movie.”
He smiled. “Sounds good to me.”
An hour later, the empty pizza box and salad containers sat on the small table near the window. Kylie and Jerry decided to watchAmerican Ultra, and as she snuggled in his arms, she realized this could be one of the happiest nights of her life. If only Ricky weren’t missing. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she kissed Jerry’s chest and stared blankly at the moving images on the TV screen.
Chapter Eighteen
Ricky’s still-swollen eyesfluttered open as best they could. The pounding in his head had been nonstop since the sinister guy hit him the first time with his heavy flashlight. He had no idea what day it was or how long he’d been at the bottom of the hill, but he knew if he stayed there much longer, he wouldn’t survive. His throat was so parched that the only thing that came from it was a deep croak.
The first night, he’d just laid on the ground, too sore to move, but the following day he’d been able to pull himself up in a sitting position, despite the immense pain from his broken right arm and left ankle. His ankle was as big as a watermelon, and he wasn’t sure if he’d broken or just sprained it. All he knew was that it hurt like hell, and if he didn’t get help soon, he’d die of dehydration.
He’d been lucky it had rained on and off. Even though the rain was cool, the temperatures remained temperate. Since his clothes were drenched, he was able to suck the water out of the fabric, but it hadn’t rained in a while and he was becoming weaker. He’d lost his cell phone when he fell, but he doubted if he’d have any reception in the desolate and hilly part of the Crested National Park, anyway.
Ricky knew keeping calm was imperative to his survival. He’d munched on dandelions which carpeted the ground that time of year. He’d read in a trivia book once that the yellow flower was edible and a good source of food if ever stranded in the wilderness. The many grasshoppers and spiders that jumped and crawled around him would be his next choice, but if he didn’t get more water soon, he wouldn’t have to worry about feasting on insects. The problem was he was so tired, and all he wanted to do was close his eyes and sleep for a hundred years.
As he began to drift to oblivion, a couple of male voices rose above the sounds of the meadow. Panic seized him and a shiver of fear wrapped around his spine.What if he’s come back to make sure I’m dead?Ricky realized he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Maybe if he tried to move to the brush, he could conceal himself until his attacker left.
He pushed with his good arm, but it collapsed from weakness, and he fell back hard against the tree trunk. The voices were getting closer and his heart raced. When it seemed like the chatter was right above him, he discerned a female voice. He’d thought the tones belonged to two males, but he was wrong. He tried to yell, but his parched throat wouldn’t let him. Desperate to gain their attention, he picked up a small rock with his good arm and threw it against a larger rock. In quick succession, he pummeled the large stone with smaller ones.
“Do you hear that?” the female asked.
“Yeah, I wonder what it is. I’ve never heard that before when I’ve been up here.”
“There it is again.”
Fueled on by their attention, Ricky grabbed handfuls of pinecones, stones, and whatever else he could find to maintain a steady stream of noise that didn’t fit in with the cacophony of chirping birds, scurrying critters, and rustling leaves.
“I think it’s coming from down there. I’m going to take a look.”
The woman said, “I don’t think you should. You don’t know what or who’s down there.”
A small laugh. “You wait here, I’ll be right back.”
Ricky was weak from throwing the stones at the rock. He didn’t think he could do it anymore, but he pushed himself on, until he saw camouflage pants breaking through the bushes. A man in his late thirties stared incredulously at Ricky before he shuffled back a step or two.
“Gayle, call 911 ASAP.” The man came over to Ricky. “Don’t worry, you’re safe now.”
