Chapter Six
Osi
We made it to the villa. I had to admit that it was amazing. Ollie told us that we had our own wing and small pool. A lady wearing a light green uniform ushered us to our rooms with Ollie calling after us, “Drinks in two hours.”
“I’ll see about getting you a snack,” Ramsay spoke under breath.
I nodded as I tried to memorize the layout of our vacation home.
“This is the hallway to your rooms,” Elinor told us.
“Thank you,” I murmured. I felt like I was in a museum and should modulate my voice.
We continued to what appeared to be a living room.
“Wow,” Ramsay exclaimed. One wall was made up of windows with two sets of double doors that were open out onto a patio and pool area.
I stopped and stared at the view.
“There is another pool off of the main rooms.” Elinor continued the tour.
“Your sleeping area. Please note that there are separate closets. Think of it as his and hers.” The bedroom was huge and also had doors that opened onto the patio.
“The bathing area is separate from the facilities,” Elinor was motioning through the doorway.
Ramsay followed Elinor and I could hear her speaking softly.
I watched the two men set up luggage racks and place our bags on them.
“Will you need us to do the unpacking Sir?”
“No, we’ll be fine.”
The guy nodded and they both left.
“I will have a tray delivered and there are beverages in the refrigerator behind the bar.” Elinor told us.
“Thank you Elinor.” Ramsay dismissed her.
After I heard her close the door, I asked. “So we didn’t need to tip them?” I wasn’t sure about the etiquette.
“No, I brought envelopes to leave behind.” Ramsay moved to her first suitcase.
“I told them that we’d do our own unpacking.”
“Is that because you didn’t want a stranger to touch your things or because you wanted to be alone with me?” The look she gave me was both questioning and an invitation.
I moved to her and took her hand then started toward the door to the patio. “Let’s try out this pool.”
“Skinny dipping in broad daylight?” she laughed.
“I’d take it off so why waste time?”
“I was thinking a nap.” She said but she was pulling her tank top over her head.
“Swim, sex then sleep.” I sat down on the chair and unzipped my boots.
“Pretty sure of yourself aren’t you?” Ramsay was naked and heading toward the far end of the pool.
I finished undressing in a hurry as I watched her walk into the pool. “Jesus, you look like a Goddess.” I was hard watching her.
“The water’s warm, hurry up.” She ducked under.
I joined her and she was right, it felt amazing. I grasped her wrist and pulled her to my front.
She wrapped her legs around my waist. “I’m glad you’re here.”
I kissed her as I cradled her ass in one hand balancing her.
She pressed her breasts against my chest and dug her nails into my shoulders. We didn’t need much foreplay to be ready. I started to walk toward the shallow end of the pool. I had to break the kiss to speak. “Slide down for a minute, I don’t want to slip and drop you.”
Her chuckle was low and throaty. She slid slowly to her feet and walked backward toward the entrance.
I followed her, never taking my eyes off of her. She slowly dropped to her knees and then patted the water covered floor. “Have a seat.”
I did as asked.
She straddled my lap.
I wrapped my arm behind her back and took one nipple into my mouth.
She made a sound deep in her throat and arched into me. I’d learned that due to her implants that her nipples were her most sensitive zone. I closed my teeth over her hard bud and she squirmed invitingly against me.
My other hand found her smooth sensitive lips. She was wet from her juices.
“Want you.” She murmured.
“Then take what you need.”
She gripped my cock and shifted onto her knees then lowered onto me slowly.
I stayed in a seated position so that I could steal kisses and play with her breasts.
She set a slow pace, when she would reach my root she’d grind against me and then rise so that only my head was in her.
I ran my tongue along the sensitive tendon of her neck. “Faster,” I urged.
She sped up just a tiny bit.
I knew she was toying with me. Her green eyes were sparkling with mischief.
“More, babe.” I used my hands on her hips to increase her speed.
“Make me,” she said in a breathy voice.
All right. I moved one hand to shield the back of her skull and the other around her hips and I rolled us so that she was on her back. I kissed her deeply and stroked my tongue along the interior of her cheeks.
Then I rode her, hard and deep. When we first got together I worried about hurting her because of her slender build but I soon learned that she liked things rough. Even when I wasn’t buried inside of her, she liked for me to palm her chin or cheeks when I kissed her. Pulling her onto my lap made her flash a sexy smile and yanking her into my side made her eyes spark with interest. To an outside it might seem that I handled without care but I gave her what she needed. I understood her desire.
She dug her fingernails into my shoulder as her hips met mine.
I was getting close to coming and I knew she was almost there with me.
I grabbed the wrist of the hand that was digging into the meat of my shoulder and pulled it over her head.
She voluntarily raised her other arm so that I could hold both wrists.
I looked into her lust filled eyes. “Come for me Ramsay, Come now.”
In two more thrusts, she did. “Osi, Jesus Osi.”
I felt her inner muscles squeeze me tightly and I blew.
I rolled off of her and pulled her to my side. “Welcome to the islands, babe.” I kissed her cheek.
She snuggled into my body.
We stayed like that for a few minutes. “Can you walk?”
“You didn’t fuck me to the point where I can’t walk.” She giggled as she got to her feet.
“Not yet babe but I got plans.” After I rolled to my feet I took her hand and led her inside to the bed. “I figure we crash for an hour and then get ready for dinner.”
She climbed into the center of the bed. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”
“After I lock up.” I grabbed the light blanket that was folded at the end of the bed and flicked it open, then I draped it over Ramsay who was always cold.
I couldn’t travel with my tools internationally. I had the largest knife allowable in my suitcase but no firepower. I felt naked and uncomfortable. Tomorrow I would make arrangements for a delivery. I locked the door to the hallway, then closed and secured the living room doors. After locking and pulling the drapes in our bedroom, I climbed in behind Ramsay.
“Feel better?” she rolled over and rested her head on my chest while wrapping her arm around my belly.
“A little.”
“Are you going to be able to rest?” In the last few weeks, she’d asked more questions about my jobs and how I kept things secure. Things had changed since she’d come to my house. I felt like we were closer. Not enough but definitely movement had been made.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay?” I dropped a light kiss onto her hair.
“I’m sorry.”
“Babe,” it always surprised me when she tried to take responsibility for things that were out of her control. “I’ll work something out.”
“Good,” she said sleepily.
I listened to her breathing deepen and then I closed my eyes.
Rain was whipping against the windows in the living room where we were relaxing after a huge dinner. Ramsay was sitting next to her sister on a u-shaped sofa. Bean was eight years older and probably forty pounds heavier but they resembled one another.
When we entered the central living area Bean was standing in front of the windows with her back to us. “Mother nature is washing away any dirt so that tomorrow we can all start clean.”
Ramsay gave me a look that said, “Oh boy.” She raised her eyebrows and gave a shrug.
Then her sister turned to face us. “Did she warn you, I have a poet’s soul.” Then the woman smiled at me. “You must be Osi. You’ve impressed Ollie so I’m sure that I’ll like you.”
Ramsay advanced on her sister, “Oh poo, stop all of the Earth Mother shit and give me a hug.”
The sisters embraced and laughed. When they released one another, Ramsay pulled Bean to me. “Osi, this is my sister, Bean.”
The woman held open her arms and pulled me for a hug.
I wasn’t into hugs. Especially with people that I’d just met but there was something about the moment that made me return the hug.
When she released me she turned to wink at her sister, “Sexy.”
Ramsay let out a loud sigh and rolled her eyes.
I didn’t say much during dinner. I was too busy watching the by-play between the three. Ollie was the care-taker, the one who smoothed the way. Ramsay was teased and poked. They both treated her as the beloved younger sibling. It was Bean that I found fascinating. From Ramsay’s description, I wasn’t sure what to expect. She was well spoken and at one moment direct and then the next, she would sort of fade out but she didn’t miss anything.
Ramsay was relaxed and obviously happy to see her family. She’d eaten dinner and had numerous glasses of wine. She wasn’t drunk but she was giggly.
“I feel like an event needs to happen. Ollie do you have something planned?” Bean asked her husband after giving me another appraising look.
“What do you need, darling?” Ollie’s accent was now more apparent. Irish I’d guess.
“I don’t know…” she gave a slight frown. “I feel like we need something in order to remember the night we met Ramsay’s man.”
Ramsay sat up and turned serious. “No, we don’t need anything special.”
Bean continued to frown. “Did my sister tell you about how she met Ollie? That’s a wonderful story.”
“It’s only wonderful because you weren’t taking trains all over Europe trying to find you.” Ramsay gave a dramatic glare at her sister and then turned it onto Ollie.
“No, I don’t know the story.”
“Then I will tell it.” Ollie slid back into his chair. “Well that is unless someone needs another drink.”
We all said no.
“Well then, where should I start?” he looked at me expectantly.
“I told him about your injury.” Ramsay volunteered.
“So my first marriage had ended and I thought that I would check in with my father, to see what he was up to.” Ollie had the timing of a man who told stories regularly. It reminded me of Tye who knew which words to emphasize and when to make a hand gesture.
Bean took over, “You see, my parents had heard of Dr. Bancroft from a doctor in Milan maybe? Anyway, He had this clinic up on the side of a mountain.”
“They didn’t have many licensing requirements or oversight there.” Ollie added.
“So I’d been there for about two years and I was making progress…” Bean’s voice faded.
“I was sitting in the library when I saw this beautiful woman walk in. She sort of floated in. At first I wondered if she was some kind of spirit because she was wearing a white gown kind of thing and the sun coming through the windows made her hair glow.”
“Your father required us to dress that way.” Bean told her husband.
“He wanted you to dress that way.” Ollie said with a bit of heat.
“So here’s the deal,” Ramsay interrupted and broke up the staring contest between the married couple. “The good doctor was grooming Bean to become his Mrs. at best, his lover at the least. His son came for a visit and fell in love with my sister and she, him.”
“The moment I saw him, I knew.” Bean told us dreamily.
“I quickly figured out that my father was not pleased that I’d noticed his favorite patient and I wasn’t going to re-live some gothic tale.” Ollie took a drink of his whiskey.
“So we left.” He smiled roguishly. “Of course my father claimed that I had kidnapped her and both he and her parents hired private detectives to find us.”
“Bean called me the night before my high school graduation.” Ramsay remembered.
“I couldn’t be there and I didn’t want you to worry.” Bean gave her sister a sad smile.
“I was worried. You claimed that you were okay and that you were in love but I needed to see for myself.” Ramsay gave her sister a poke with her finger.
“Of course I was okay. Ollie took very good care of me.” Bean assured us.
“It was jolly fun.” Ollie’s smile said that he thought it was a great adventure.
“I went through graduation, and I’d just turned eighteen so I had come into one of my trust funds. So I decided that I was going to find these two and make sure that Bean was okay.” Ramsay’s green eyes met mine. “My parents weren’t doing anything. Yeah, they hired somebody but they had taken up residence in some fancy hotel. They weren’t actively searching.”
In my opinion, Mr. and Mrs. Kent had a lot to answer for, but I didn’t know what it was like to have a severely injured child in another country so I kept my comments to myself. “So what did you do?” I was curious to find out what a young Ramsay would do.
“Well I didn’t sit around on my ass.” She smiled hugely. “I knew that Bean always reads the Sunday New York Times. She’s done that since she was in junior high.”
Bean nodded in acknowledgement.
“So I started placing ads in the paper. Jesus they cost a mint but I knew that she’d see them.”
“What did you say?” I leaned forward, I was caught up in the tale.
“Well I figured that they’d think it was a trap if I just said, ‘Bean-call your sister.’ So I started with a line of a poem she taught me when I was little.”
“My Bean, loves poetry.” Ollie told me.
“So I’d include a line and sign it R. I didn’t have a cell phone and I was trying to find her friends from school. So I was travelling constantly.”
“So you were sleuthing all over Europe at eighteen?” I tried to imagine Ramsay doing that.
“I needed to make sure that she was all right. It became a mission.” Ramsay explained. “So one Sunday, there was a reply and an address.”
Ollie chuckled, “We sent her to a friend of mine in Glasgow. I wasn’t sure that this wasn’t a trick.”
“So after I jumped through all of their hoops, I finally met up with them in their hide-out. This decrepit old castle.” Ramsay laughed and rolled her eyes.
“It’s called a Keep. I’ll never forget that day, it was raining. Well it rained a lot as I recall. Anyway, I was looking out the window because we really didn’t know when she would arrive or if she would come…and I saw her walking up the lane. Her hair was in a long braid and she looked so grown-up. My baby sister was a woman.” Bean paused because her voice cracked.
“I was so relieved to find them and to see that Bean was doing good.” Ramsay took her sister’s hand. “I stayed two weeks and then went home and started college.”
“She was amazing, she figured it all out.” Ollie added.
I knew that Ramsay had drive and that she loved her sister. “She is amazing.”
Our eyes met and she looked surprised by my compliment.
“So how long did you all hide?” I asked.
Ollie pointed at my glass and raised an inquiring eyebrow. “Maybe another year. Ramsay had told her parents that we’d been in contact and that they needn’t worry.”
“They gave up like three months later. Bean was of age and she had control of her own money.” Ramsay continued the story.
“My father tried for years to meet with us but we never agreed.” Ollie walked to the bar and returned with the bottle. “He never forgave me for stealing Bean away.”
“So do you see your parents?” I asked Bean.
“Occasionally,” Bean answered.
Ramsay continued, “They said some pretty awful things about Ollie so uhm, it isn’t an easy time.”
“Yeah, once you’ve been accused of rape and kidnapping, well it sort of sours you on family relations.” Ollie poured himself another drink.
“Because I will never be cured, they think of me as ill.” Bean rolled her shoulders. “I’m good most days and when I have a bad one, Ollie knows what to do.”
“You’re no trouble, my love.” He told her.
“It’s dysfunctional but it was before you got hurt.” Ramsay explained. “I have you two, and you have me. We do all right, I think.”
To me that sounded more like a question than an assertion. At times, Ramsay frustrated and befuddled me but I knew that deep down she carried many scars. “I think that you all are very lucky to one another.”
Bean looked at her sister and whispered loudly, “I do like him.”
Ramsay let out a puff of air that made her bangs lift.