Page 67 of Broken Butterfly
Somedays, I amaze myself. I don’t know where that came from. It just popped out. Elizabeth leans over my side, her nipples grazing my upper arm. I can feel her heart thudding like a bass drum and its beat, along with the emotional look in her eyes, stirs something deep inside of me. Elizabeth presses her lips to the side of my mouth then leans back.
I watch as she brings the tip of the black marker to the skin above my hip, a mischievous grin slowly inching across her gorgeous face, then I feel the subtle scratching sensation again. She’s drawing on me. My interest is piqued, but I relax into the pillow and let her finish, my mind drifting. Mere hours before, I had her naked body draped across the hood of a Challenger in my dad’s garage bay. After coming so hard I almost blacked out, I’m amazed that I was able to drive us both back home. We took a quick shower and immediately fell asleep. I don’t think I’ll ever get over the amazement of holding Elizabeth in my arms as we fall asleep. How am I the lucky guy she chose? I know it has been a hard, painful journey to get here, but fuck, it was so worth it. I know without a shadow of a doubt, this magnificent woman is going to be my wife and the mother of my children.
Elizabeth scrunches her nose in concentration. The way she does it is adorably cute. Popping the top back on, she flings the marker over her shoulder. “There. Done. Want to see?”
I sit up. Looking at her handiwork, I see that she’s drawn a staff of music along my hip. It takes me a second to figure out the melody since I’m looking at it upside down. I wasn’t the greatest at reading sheet music, no matter how much her dad practiced with me. Eventually, I’m able to decipher the notes. Liz wrote a section of our song, “Helium” by Sia.
“You marked me last night,” she says, pointing at her neck to the love bite I gave her. “So, I’m marking you. I’m claiming you. You’re mine, Ryder, just as I am yours.”
“I have always been yours, Elizabeth,” I tell her and pull her on top of me. She nestles her wet heat on top of my hard length. I cradle her gorgeous tits and she gives me a smile of delicious awareness. Just as she lifts up to take me inside of her, a loud, thudding knock jolts us and we both scowl at the door.
“It’s noon and I’m bored!” Fallon shouts from the other side.
“Hold on!” I yell back, sitting up, and kissing Elizabeth’s laughing mouth. “Get some clothes on, baby.”
We quickly dress and I unlock the door. Fallon struts in, looks between the two of us, and grabs Elizabeth by the waist, flinging her over his shoulder.
“Fallon!” she shrieks.
“Sexy time is over folks. I have a car coming in an hour to pick us up. Your parentals want to spend some time with us before we leave. Chop, chop! Before I forget, hoss, I had someone pick up your car. It’s parked at Elizabeth’s.” He disappears downstairs with my girl. I listen to her sweet giggles.
I’m not going to ask how he got my car seeing as I have the keys. Fallon has his ways and I rarely question them. We’re heading back to CU today. Back to our regular life. I’m looking forward to having Elizabeth under the same roof with me again. Just the two of us. And hopefully no more cockblocking distractions.
Chapter 20
It’s Sunday afternoon and classes resume tomorrow. Fallon, Ryder, and I got back yesterday evening. We ordered takeout and watched movies while piled together on my living room sofa. Fallon left around midnight to go back to his frat house. Ryder and I took advantage of our first night back. I woke up this morning totally blissed out, a little sore, and so much in love with Ryder. It wouldn’t surprise me if I’m surrounded by a cloud of sparkly rainbow glitter as I walk across campus to the freshman dorms. I see a few people I know from class and wave. Chelsea, a girl in my organic chem class who sits next to me and Julien, stops when she sees me entering McKlellan Dorm, Meredith’s dorm.
“Where have you been?”
“Hey, Chels. I was out of town.”
“Oh. I thought you’d dropped out or something. You’ve been gone for like a month and that really hot guy, Julien, that you hang out with wouldn’t tell me what happened to you.”
She and I walk together to the elevators. “Anything new going on in class?”
“Only the test that was on the syllabus. Oh! You missed Heath’s firebomb in the lab.”
The elevator doors open, and we step inside. I press the button for the third floor.
“What happened?”
Chelsea has long, straight black hair that she’s always twirling around her finger when she talks. I don’t think she realizes that she does it.
“He dropped a ball of potassium in a beaker of water and it exploded.”
“Was everybody okay?” Heath is the class clown. I guess every college has them, just like high school.
“Let’s just say, Heath won’t be returning to lab. The professor kicked him out. He’s also under academic probation because he snuck into the storage lab to get the potassium without permission. Did you go on a trip or something?”
The elevator stops and we get off. I lean back against the wall. “Fallon took me to London, Paris, Barcelona, Amsterdam, some town in Iceland that I can hardly pronounce correctly, Venice, and Sydney…” I trail off when I see her eyes go Jupiter-wide. “What?”
“Fallon? As in Fallon Montgomery?” she practically shouts, her voice getting higher and higher as she says his name. Several girls walking down the hall cut-off in mid-conversation and look at us.
Oh boy. “Um, yes. He’s a friend. My boyfriend, Ryder, came with us for the last half.”
“Ryder Cutton?” Again with the shocked yelling, and more girls staring at me. I nod slowly. “You’re friends with Fallon Montgomery and you’re dating Ryder Cutton? Fuck my life!” She throws up her hands in the air. “You lucky bitch.” Then she grins sheepishly when she sees all the other girls eavesdropping in the hallway.
I’ve now become the campus prized pony. Perhaps an accident on the side of the road based on all the rubbernecking going on in the hallway right now. I narrow my eyes at each of the eavesdropping girls. They break away, whispering excitedly, as they walk down the hall with an occasional head swivel back our way.
