Back at the house, they dropped Rainie off with Amber and her father for her afternoon nap. Amber began to put up a fuss about the mess on her dress, but her rant was put to rest by Mark.
“So, what’s the plan Giselle?” Mark asked her.
“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about it,” she sighed. “I figured the two of you would have plans.”
“I thought I’d take her over to show her the winery,” Ryker chimed in.
“Just be careful.” Amber interjected her unwanted opinion yet again. “Don’t make a mess. I just had everything cleaned.”
“Chill out Aunt Amber. I figured she’d like that better than just sitting around here.” Ryker smiled at Giselle.
Mark looked inquisitively. His step-nephew was nearly three years older than his daughter and you could tell that his mind was racing with the fact that he was still a guy, related by marriage or not. He didn’t trust him with his daughter. Giselle watched what was taking place. Her father hasn’t been around for her in so long that anger over his protectiveness made her blood boil.
“I want to see the winery,” Giselle said quickly. “Take me.”
Mark and Giselle both looking at Ryker. One, with an intense want and desire, and the other with warning. He smiled nervously at Mark. Giselle nudged his arm as she walked by toward the front door.
“Giselle.” Mark called after her. “We are taking Rain back to her mom in an hour and then we are meeting Amber’s parents at the country club for a cocktail party.”
“Giselle, I want you in this house before we leave,” he said asserting his parental power.
“Sure, be back in an hour then.” She called over her shoulder letting the screen door slam shut behind her.
“Your dad is really intense,” Ryker said.
“Tell me about it. He bounces out of my life and then wants to play catch up when I’m around.” She laughed. “I don’t think he realizes that I’m nineteen now.”
“Oh, you’re nineteen?”
“Yep.” She smiled. “What about you?”
The two walked the rest of the way with quick spurts of small talk and offered trivial information about their own lives. This is like speed dating on downers. She thought to herself, taking note of the rapid-firing questions over a relatively long stretch of time.
At the winery, he took every opportunity to touch her when guiding her through the maze of barrels and vats. Goosebumps invaded her skin after each touch. There was something there. Something that made Giselle want him. Something that she was scared to be the first to show. She played his game. Touching his hands gently. Pretending to lose her balance to fall against him. Asking to taste some of the grapes that were being used for their summer wine.
“Giselle, I have to get you back,” Ryker said after a while of playing into her games as well.
“I don’t want to,” she whined.
“But, you said you would. And… I kinda don’t want to make waves with your father.”
“Fine.” She smiled up at him.
She fluttered her eyelashes at him like she’d seen in the old movies trying to playfully persuade him to stay with her. They broke out into laughter. She gave him a flirtatious push away, but her caught her arm.
Pulling her closer to his chest, he looked down at her. Their laughter was gone and their desire had been set ablaze. His almond brown eyes burned for her. She studied his face. Looking up at him, trying to catch her breath, she felt that familiar feeling. The tickle in her stomach, the hunger for him building to an insatiable level. She let him hold her. His hot, sweet breath trailed across her face. Cradled against his chest, she rested her head on him. Held her like this for a long moment before releasing his grip and stepping back.
“We can’t do this.” Ryker said, disappointment furrowing his brow.
“It’s fine.” Giselle promised. “I want to.”
“Me too. It’s not right though.”
“Don’t worry about what’s in your head.” She stepped forward and grabbed the band of his basketball shorts. “Does this feel right?” She asked, slipping her fingers in between his skin and shorts.
“It definitely doesn’t feel bad?” He breathed.
His erection grew under the soft material of his shorts pressing against her belly. With every breath, she wanted him more. She needed to feel him inside of her. Her pussy was dripping wet as she felt his cock against her.
Giselle dropped to her knees in front of him.
“What about now?”
They were in the open area of the winery with not much to hide behind. She nuzzled his hardening shaft with her face, lightly biting and kissing his girth through his shorts. She was enamored with the idea of his hands running wild over every part of her body.
“Did you hear that?” He said pulling her to her feet and tucking his erection into his waist band.
“Hear what?” She asked in a slight daze.
They both looked around and he pretended to show her the barrels, telling her what flavor was in each, while he kept a sharp eye on the open barn door. She followed his lead and put some distance between them. Her father and Amber came through the door with Rainie in tow.
“We’re heading out now,” Mark called across the open aired room.
“Okay, have a good time,” Giselle said.
“Did you forget?” Her father’s stern tone resonated through the winery.
“No, I didn’t. I just lost track of time.”
“Go back to the house.” Mark told her. “Ryker, finish closing up the winery and then head home.”
“Oh, and Giselle?” Amber pulled her hair into a neat bun. “Try to keep your clutter in your room. Can you do that?”
“Uh, yeah, okay.” Giselle said rolling her eyes.
Giselle stood still next to Ryker as her father, Amber, and Rainie began heading back to the car. She had no intentions of going back to the house.
“In fact,” her father turned and said, “why don’t you come with us?”
“Dad, I don’t want to go hang out at a country club.”
“Fine. I’ll drop you off at the house.” Mark insisted.
She glanced at Ryker once more and mouthed the word sorry before telling him goodbye. She ran to catch up with her father.
“I don’t want you causing problems while you’re here.” Her father’s tone was harsh and accusing.
“Then why did you even want me to come. It seems I’m already causing problems just sleeping here.” She shot a hate filled glanced at Amber.
“That’s not fair. You know I’m not used to children.” Amber defended.
“Your mother forced this.” Mark’s short words cut another wound. “Just stay away from that boy. You’re related for god’s sake.”
“This may be your family, but it’s not mine!” she fired back.
Giselle sat silently and stared out the window of her father’s new Cadillac. Once at the house, she didn’t wait for the car to stop. She ran up the steps two at a time and slammed the door shut behind her.
In her room, she began packing all of her things back into her bag. A list of hateful slurs and remarks berating her mind as she cleaned. She grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top from the top of the clothing pile and discarded her shoes. She stomped her way into the shower, tossing her clothes on the tiles.
In her room, she folded her hair into the towel and slipped on her clothes. She contemplated calling her friend to come get her. She hated being without her car. She heard the front door open and close.
“Are you checking on me already?” She called from her bed.
No words came back to her, just the sound of footsteps up the stairs.
“I’m in here, I haven’t run away… yet.”
“Good, I wouldn’t know where to find you,” Ryker said as he stepped into her doorway.
She jumped up off her bed, knocking her towel off her head and onto the floor. She crossed the room and hugged him. She felt a little strange doing so, having not known him very long, but the connection she felt to him was much stronger than she had anticipated.
“Your hair’s cold,” he laughed and flinched away playfully.
“What are you doin’ here?”
“I came to see you.”
“Obviously, but I get to leave soon, you’re stuck in this family.” She breathed out angrily. “Aren’t you afraid of what your family will say?”
“Nope. They don’t have any room to talk. This family is full of secrets.” A cheshire cat-like smile crossed his face. “Besides, I kept their secret from my uncle.”
“We can’t stay here. If they come back, there’ll be trouble with you here.”
Ryker wiggled a set of keys in front of her face, “I figured. Get your shoes.”
“Let me change. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
After switching to jeans and a tee shirt, Giselle ran down the stairs to find Ryker standing in the living room. It seemed as though this was what she was missing. His presence was exhilarating! She felt like a new person when he was around, much more brave than she had ever been before.
“Ready?” She asked.
The two jogged down the steps and jumped into his black and chrome ’81 Chevy. She wasn’t much into trucks, but he kept it in good condition. The engine roared to life as they sped out of the driveway and down the dirt road. He pulled off into a small driveway that was mostly covered with overgrown bushes and leaves. The driveway opened up into a brightly colored field sprinkled with wild flowers.
They got out of the cab and moved to the back of the truck where there was a cooler and some blankets. He spread them out through the bed of the truck and offered his hand to help her climb in. She sat on the side to take her shoes off while he made himself comfortable against the area near the cab. He motioned for her to come sit by him.
“What are you doin’ to me?” he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m just sayin’, you got me runnin’ like crazy to break the rules for you.” He smiled and put his arm around her.
“I feel the same.” She smiled. “I’m not usually like this, I promise.”
She laid her head against his arm. It felt good being close to him like this. They talked for a while until the night came. The fireflies were beginning to come out when the temperature started dropping slightly, each one illuminating to find their mate.