Page 101 of Wicked Trap

“Oh. This place is beautiful.”

It also looked somewhat familiar too. Maybe because it looked like picture-perfect scenery a child would draw or one found in paintings.

“The family who owns this place is having the house restored,” he said. “But since it’s a Sunday, the workers are not going to be here.”

“Oh.”

She was excited to spend their day in the beautiful private paradise. He opened the bike seat and drew out a takeout box along with a couple of bottles of water and soft drinks.

“Sandwiches and beverages,” he said. “A royal picnic for the princess.”

She giggled.

Smiling, he pulled her close and kissed her at the beautiful scenic spot. Throwing her hands around his neck, she kissed him back.

He groaned. “I always want to kiss you and touch you.”

“Me, too,” she whispered.

“Fuck. I’m going to miss you, princess.”

Her heart jerked. “What?”

He had a regretful look on his face. “I have to go home tonight for two weeks. My brother is getting married. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Her heart felt heavy at the thought of him leaving, even if it was for only two weeks. But she knew she couldn’t make him feel bad for going to his own brother’s wedding.

She looked at him with a smirk. “Well, then I suppose I have to make the best use of our time. I need to make sure you don’t hook up with some hot girl at your brother’s wedding.”

He laughed. “You are the hottest girl I know, princess. There’s never going to be anyone like you.”

Her heart melted. They kissed again. But this time, there was desperation because of not being with each other for the next two weeks. Her hands fell on his jacket to push it away from his shoulders. Meanwhile, he tugged on her t-shirt. They stripped each other while continuing to kiss desperately. And even before they were both completely naked, he had her pinned on the soft grass by the river and drove into her.

Her cries of ecstasy filled the air along with his harsh grunts as they made love. In between, they took brief breaks and fed each other picnic sandwiches. The weather was perfect, not too sunny and not too windy. A cool, pleasant breeze blew over their sweat-slicked skin as they sat on the grass by the river.

“Who is your brother marrying?” she asked.

A shadow passed by his eyes. But he smiled. “Someone he knew during childhood and met again recently.”

She frowned at his tone. “Don’t you like her?”

He laughed. “She’s fine. It’s just that my brother was supposed to marry someone else in two weeks. But he changed his mind about the bride.”

“Oh.”

She wasn’t a romantic person. Until a few weeks ago, she would have found switching brides in the last minute to be irrational and dramatic. But after knowing how it feels to be with the person who makes you feel alive and touches your heart, she understood why Arjun’s brother chose to marry a different woman.

“Is your mother okay with it?” she asked.

He nodded. “My mother would always want us to be happy regardless of who we marry.”

His mother truly sounded wonderful.

I can’t wait to meet her.

She blushed at the thought of having to meet Arjun’s mother.

“What are you thinking, princess?”

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