Vampire Wedding Ch 7 (Rewrite)

They had been driving for two hours and Meghan still hadn’t said anything. It was starting to worry him.

"Are you hungry?" he asked her. He was getting pretty low on gas anyway and decided to stop at a gas station

She didn’t answer, so he asked her again. When she still didn’t answer he turned on his turning signal and pulled into a mall parking lot.

He parked the car and turned off the engine. He was fed up. He was fed up with her silent treatment. For the past two hours he had tried to comfort her and be nice to her, but she didn’t even acknowledge his presence.

Ryan grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. "What the hell is your problem?" he demanded to know.

"What are you talking about?" she asked while trying to yank her arm out of his grip. "Let go of me," she demanded.

"No. Not until you stop acting like a bitch." Ryan took a deep calming breath. He reminded himself that she just went through something and had to be patient with her. He released her arm. "I know you just went through something back there with your parents-"

"Parent," she interrupted. "Klayton isn’t my father," she sneered.

Ryan frowned at her tone of voice. He understood that she was in mourning, but he didn’t want her to let what had happened between her and her parents consume her. Even though he didn’t want to marry her he could at least be her friend for the time being.

He rolled his eyes in frustration. "You know what, never mind." He turned back to face the front window and put on his seat belt. "The only thing I was trying to do was be nice to you because of everything that happened and you can’t even have a civil conversation."

"Hey don’t be mad at me. It was your fault," she jabbed him in the shoulder, "that all of this happened."

She crossed her arms and glared at him.

Ryan felt flabbergasted. He couldn’t believe that she was saying this and by the look in her eyes he could tell that she was serious.

"My fault?"

Oh great. His parents set him up with a very beautiful, very delusional girl. He gave an I-can’t-believe-you-actually-said-that laugh.

"It is not my fault that your mother ditched our contract."

"Shut up!" she ordered.

"No. You wanna blame somebody why don’t you blame the person whose fault it really is. And you know who that person is."

"Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP!" Ryan growled when Meghan started hitting him. He tried his best to restrain her, but yelped and let go when she bit him.

Now Ryan was angry. He growled, unbuckled his seatbelt, and then grabbed both of her wrists.

"Let me go." She struggled against him and started to kick out at him. He became distracted by the sight of her skirt riding up.

"Ow! Dammit stop it." They began wrestling in the front seat. Ryan was happy that the gear stick was attached to the driving wheel.

His only way to stop her from using her legs and arms at the same time was to try and pin her down. He reached across her lap while she was busy cursing and hitting him and pulled the lever that made her seat recline back.

He would have laughed at the classic comical expression of surprise it wasn’t for the fact that immediately after she fell back she started her assault again.

Ryan launched himself on top of her and held her hands down against the seat. She was breathing hard from the exertion it took to fight him, but she was still. Their faces were centimeters away from each other. Her full pouty lips looked were slightly parted as if waiting for his kisses. His other half reached out to him again.

Look at her waiting for you to take her. Ryan’s eyes roamed across Meghan’s flushed face. Her eyes were dark, but this time not in anger. Ryan could see something else. Desire maybe?

Wonder what those lips would taste like or feel like against your lips. Find out. Taste her.

For the first time tonight Ryan listened to his beast. He lowered his head slowly to give her time to reject him. She never did. He groaned as his lips claimed hers. He sucked on her bottom lip for a minute then pulled back. He looked down and studied her. She was like a china doll, fragile and beautiful.

Once again he lowered his head and kissed her. He teased her bottom lip by running his tongue against it until she opened her mouth.

God she tasted good.

Meghan’s POV…………….

Meghan felt as if she were on fire. Ryan’s lips on hers felt magical. When she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue to slide in she almost self combusted. He tasted sweet almost like candy but different. She moaned when he suckled on her tongue.

She wanted nothing more than to sink her fingers in his silky hair, but when she tried she noticed he was still holding her down. She tugged and pulled at her arms until finally she had to break the kiss to tell him to release her.

He looked disappointed as he let her go and sat up, but Meghan wasn’t ready for it to end. She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered against his lips, "Not yet," before kissing him again.

She swallowed the groan he let out. The kiss began to get frantic. Ryan had settled more comfortably between her legs. Their hands were in each other’s hair "God you taste so good." Ryan growled as he kissed his way down her neck. Meghan gasped and held his head to her favorite spot on her neck. She felt as if she was going to catch on fire any minute.

He started to take off the light jacket she wore over the sleeveless top she hadn’t changed out of since she left the club. She began to worry that they were going too far. All thoughts flew out the window when he kissed the top of her breast.

"Oh, God!" she gasped. She arched her back to get more of his kisses. His hand cupped the right one as he kissed the left one. She never felt this way with anybody and that scared her. It was too much too soon.

She stopped him just before he started to untie the tie in the back of her neck.

"Why?" he asked still kissing up and down her neck. His hands were rubbing her thighs. It was very hard to talk let alone think straight with him doing that.

"B-because w-we have to…" she trailed off because he started to suck on her ear. Meghan pulled her inner strength and pushed him away.

"We don’t know each other enough to take it any further."

"That’s another reason to continue, so we can get to know each other." He lowered his head to kiss her again, but she turned her head away just before his lips touched hers.

Even though his kisses drove her mad with desire she wasn’t willing to go any further with someone she had just met. Even if he is her fiance.

He sighed and nodded his head. When he got off her and slid back in his own seat she almost begged him to come back. The feeling of lost that she felt now that he was back in his own seat almost made her cry.

Oh get over it, she told herself. It was just a kiss. She hoped she looked cool and indifferent on the outside because on the inside she felt as if she was melting.

Meghan heard Ryan take a deep breath. "We’re almost out of gas and there’s a gas station up ahead. Do you want anything while we’re there?"

After he mentioned the word hungry her stomach growled. She was happy that it was dark because she blushed all the way to her toes.

He chuckled and then said, "I’ll take that as a yes." He started the car and about five minutes later they pulled up at the pump.

He took off his seatbelt and took out his wallet. He pulled out a couple of bills and handed them to her.

"Here’s thirty dollars. I need at least twenty in the tank."

"What do you want me to do with the rest?" she asked as she took off her seatbelt.

"Get yourself something to eat." He looked into her eyes as he spoke to her. Meghan felt as if she was naked. It made her more flustered than what she already was.

Still distracted by the kiss they had shared and the way he was looking at her she didn’t stop to think about it before asking, "Do you want anything to eat?"

He chuckled and she bushed. "No thanks. I uh….ate before I left."

She blushed from embarrassment and turned to exit the car. Before she got out Ryan grabbed her arm. "Hey," he called and got out.

"Yes?" she replied after she turned to look at him. For a couple seconds he only studied her face. Meghan tried to look cool and unaffected, but a jolt of awareness shocked through her every time he touched her.

"Everything that happened tonight wasn’t your fault." She looked away. The pain was still too fresh so she quietly told him that she didn’t want to talk about it. When she again tried to leave the car Ryan grabbed her arm and leaned over to kiss her lips. It was nothing like the first kiss. This kiss was sort of a quick brush of the lips but it was enough to make Meghan’s heart flutter.

She exited the car and went inside the gas station. Meghan may not want to be married to the guy but if he kept kissing her like that they might end up consummating the vows before the wedding day.