White Trash Witch by Franny Armstrong Read Free Book Online

beneath her fingers when she
opened her mouth to him, allowing his tongue access. The world fell
away, leaving only her and him, filled with sensations.
    She didn't know how she got there, but when she
opened her eyes, she was sitting on his lap. Blinking, she stared
up at him and licked her lips.
    Ryder stayed quiet, studying her eyes.
    "I won't apologize for that. I wanted to do that
since the minute I met you."
    "I…I..." Cupping his face in her palms she pulled him
close for another kiss. She lost herself in him, feeling tingles
race up and down his spine. She smelled sweet grass and spice, her
senses filled with him.
    When she finally released him it was dark, and the
movie was starting. Both of them were panting, staring at each
other in awe. They'd fallen off a cliff and floated to the heavens
with a tender kiss. Wiley wondered what making love to him would be
like. If it had a tenth of the sensations the kiss brought, it
would be spectacular.
    Shaking her head, she moved back to her seat and ran
a trembling hand through her hair.
    "Wow," she said.
    "Wow is right," he answered.
    She didn't watch much of the movie, she was so lost
in him. They didn't kiss again, though she felt sure he would want
to. The problem was that she feared that they wouldn't be able to
stop.
    Sharing popcorn, they slowly nibbled away, their
hands touching now and then when they both reached for some kernels
at the same time. Tuned in to the passion she felt for him, she
became guarded, her protective barriers breached.
    At the end of the night, she drove him back to the
Bed and Breakfast and turned the car off.
    "Thank you. This day has been…amazing," he said
quietly.
    Reaching over she cupped his cheek with her hand and
pulled him closer for another kiss.
****
    "Aren't they cute?" Jeffrey asked, peeking out his
bedroom window.
    "Young love. It's so sweet. I wonder if she'll get
her tongue back after losing it in his throat?" Walter mused.
    Chuckling, Jeffrey swatted him, and continued
watching the couple necking in the car.
    "Come away from the window, pervert. She might call
the cops on you," Walter teased.
    "Ha! She wouldn't call the cops because Victor would
come running. He ran the plates on Ryder's car this afternoon. The
look on his face was thunderous."
    "I hope our boy isn't a criminal. That would really
upset her. She's the most honest, kindest person I know," Walter
said.
    "I guess we'll have to wait and see then, won't we?
Come to bed now," Jeffrey said, turning down the sheets.
    The phone rang and Walter gave Jeffrey a surprised
look. It was well after midnight and no one called that late unless
it was an emergency.
    "Hello?" he said. His eyes widened and he placed a
hand over the phone. "Get Wiley in here, fast."
    Throwing on his robe, Jeffrey raced down the stairs
and shouted to Wiley as he made his way to the car, puffing for
breath.
    The couple sprang apart. Wiley's eyes widened, and
she got out of the car.
    "I don't know what it is, but it's an emergency on
the phone. Hurry, Walter's taken the call."
    "Oh, God!" she said, running up the stairs with the
men right behind her.
****
    Once in the hall, she picked up the phone.
    "Hello? She what? Where? Okay, I'll be there in the
next hour-and-a-half." She put the phone down and stared at the men
with tears in her eyes. Fear snaked down her spine, leaving her
stunned.
    "My sister Dara is in the hospital in surgery. She's
been in a bad car accident. Mom and Dad are already there. They
didn't know where I was, so they just left. Oh, God, my sister!"
She was shaking, and Ryder pulled her close.
    "Listen, where is she?"
    "In Toronto at St. Mike's hospital."
    "I'll get my stuff together in a jiffy. I'm driving
you there."
    Turning to Jeffrey, he said, "Get her a glass of
brandy or wine, whatever you have," he said, then raced up the
stairs, nearly knocking Walter over as he passed him.
    Walter rushed into the room, and pulled Wiley into
his arms.
    "I have to…the pastries, work, I…I