Master of Lust

Chapter 155: Rick spills some beans

Chapter - 155

Rick's senses were abruptly jolted awake by the vibration of his phone, and he groaned as he fumbled to locate it. An internal plea echoed in his mind, hoping this call wasn't another urgent emergency. His bleary eyes squinted at the screen, revealing his father's name.

A sudden wave of guilt and anxiety washed over him – he hadn't anticipated his father reaching out, especially after the chaotic events of the previous night.

Reluctantly, he accepted the call, attempting to infuse his voice with a nonchalant air. "Hey, Dad. What's going on?"

His father's voice crackled through the phone, a mixture of concern and weariness evident. "Rick, how are you? And where are you?" The questions hung in the air, loaded with unspoken implications.

"Ummm... I am okay, Dad. Just taking it easy at my place," Rick fibbed, crossing his fingers that his father wouldn't discern the muffled sounds of shifting sheets emanating from beside him or catch wind of Amanda's gentle snores in the background.

"Are you sure? You sound tired. Perhaps it would be a good idea to return to the hospital and allow the doctors to conduct another examination." Rick's father spoke, expressing his concern.

A heavy exhale escaped Rick's lips. His father's concern loomed, magnified by the calamity of the previous night. The effects of the pain medication were gradually fading, and Rick found himself becoming acutely aware of every pang, throb, and smarting sensation throughout his body. "Dad, really, I am okay. It's just a minor thing. I have got my medicines handy.

I'll manage, promise."

"Nothing? Rick, you got stabbed. That's not nothing," his father snapped.

A pang of discomfort flickered through Rick. He hadn't intended to stir up his father's emotions. Rick was well aware that his father remained on edge, especially after witnessing him and Olivia together. All he wanted was for his dad to give him a chance to explain before jumping to conclusions.

"Anyhow," his father interjected, switching the subject just as Rick had anticipated, "I have got something to share with you..." "

"I am heading back home." Rick's father finally spoke.

Rick experienced a sudden jolt of surprise. The notion of his father departing so swiftly caught him off guard, especially considering Emily hadn't yet woken up. Their families had always been tight-knit, and given his dad's recent support for Olivia, Rick assumed his father would stick around until things settled.

"Going back home? Why? What's the matter?" Rick inquired, curiosity etched on his face.

Amanda playfully jabbed a finger at his side, relishing in the satisfying twitch that crossed Rick's face. A triumphant smirk claimed her features. "Stallion, you say huh? That jab seemed to hit a nerve, or was it a rib?"

"Okay, you got me there. Anyway, forget about all that. You wanna do something?" Rick said, trying not to embarrass himself.

Amanda raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"

"Something fun. We don't really do anything together except have sex."

Amanda cocked her head to the side. "I was under the impression that whatever was between us was limited to just that."

Rick's fingers drew circles on her naked back, relishing in how her skin raised with goosebumps. "Yeah, but who knows? You might like my company outside of the bedroom. Like that date. And of course, after the date we can continue."

Amanda's lips stretched into a wide grin and she turned in Rick's arms. She flung a leg over Rick's hips, and rested her head on her palm. Rick stared at the way her luscious breasts jiggled in place.

They were the perfect size, not too big that they sagged, nor were they too small to not notice. Just the right size that whenever Rick held them, they would not fit in his palms, but were no basketball either. Ahhhaa... And the softness.

Amanda had a body to quite literally die for, or maybe even kill for. Full hips, petite waist, strong, beautiful thighs that felt absolutely like heaven to be in between, a sexy collarbone, perky breasts, and a butt that had everyone wondering how it was natural.

She ran her smooth fingers over the fuzz on his chest. "I don't mind even if you don't want to take it further, you know. I like having sex with you. Your touch, it makes me..." She trailed off thinking of the right word.

"Crazy?" Rick supplied.

"Electrified," she said. "Like I am totally charged up whenever you touch me. Like I want to be good for you. Want to be everything you think about for the rest of the day."

"I am glad you feel that way, but really, I wanna do something more with you 'Manda. I want to show you that I truly care."

Amanda bunched her eyebrows in thought, and then said, "We have known each other for quite a while now, but I still know nothing about you. Tell me something about yourself."

Rick smiled, there were a lot of things he could tell her. And a lot of things she did not need to know. So, if she wanted something real from Rick, she'd have to work for it.

Rick laced his fingers at the back of his head on the pillow. "Shoot your questions, baby. I'm all yours."

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