I cough slightly to clear my mind, and she stirs. We eat a light meal, just some berries, and we’re off.
It takes only another two hours for us to reach the spot. The roar of the water is so loud, and when we come around to actually see it, I gasp. The water gushing forward and falling down a cliff is like something I've never seen before.
“Do you have any waterfalls on Kuria?” she asks.
“A waterfall,” I murmur. “Very aptly named.”
“So you don’t,” she says smugly. “Welcome to Niagara Falls.”
“There are other waterfalls on Earth?” I ask.
“Yes. Some are small. This one is probably the most beautiful.” She winks and climbs out of the centuricmobile. “Grab your barrel. Let’s go.”
I gape at her as I realize just what we’ll be doing with these barrels, but I’m not about to let her go over the falls without me. It’s a terrible drop, and my heart races.
“This is going to be amazing,” I have to shout to be heard above the roar of the water.
Water sprays all over us as we walk along the side. We head back far enough that we’ll race along the water toward the fall, and we climb into our barrels, holding each other to help each other in. Once the water carries us, we don’t have a chance to do anything but hold on for our lives. The water carries us along so fast that we’re gliding in the water. It reminds me of flying, and I look over at Isabella. Her head is back, her mouth open. I think she might be laughing, but I can’t hear if she is.
And then, we go over the edge of the cliff.
We're flying downward. Yes, we're going so fast that we're flying downward instead of just falling. I have to grab onto the barrel, so I don't come out of it. The sensation of falling is simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying, and I can't help laughing the entire ride down. Isabella is screaming, not from fright but pure joy, and then we're plunged into the water.
The barrel shatters on impact, and I have to pick a direction and swim hard. Eventually, my head breaks the surface. I'm already a great deal away from the falls when I break the water, and I glance around. The water is carrying me away, some kind of strange pulling sweeping me away, and I struggle against it when there's a tap on my shoulder.
I turn to see Isabella there. Her barrel is still around her, and I awkwardly climb in. There’s barely enough room for us both.
“We’ll let the current take us,” she declares, and I shrug, willing to go with the flow. Perhaps the current is that strange pull the water had.
Eventually, the water is softer, gentler, and we use our arms to reach the shore. The barrel crashes against the rocky shore, and we tumble out.
“Your turn,” Isabella says. She lifts her arms and tilts back her head as she brushes her hair back. The act causes her soaked clothing to pull even tighter against her boobs, and the slightly cold water has her nipples hard. I want to grab her to suck those nipples. My balls and cock ache for her.
All of me aches for her.
“I want you,” I confess.
Isabella laughs and darts out of grasp. “No, not again,” she says with a wag of her fingers.
“Never?” I ask.
“I refuse,” she says with her nose turned up. “You have to prove yourself to have me again.”
I gape at her, shocked. There’s a current between us. Something is drawing us together, something stronger than either of us, something we can’t deny for long. She’s been fighting it for her reasons, and I’ve been fighting it for mine, but that incident or whatever you want to call it in the car proves that our feelings for each other cannot and will not be denied.
But if she wants to continue this game of seeing who the bigger daredevil is, then so be it.
Only I have no idea what I might do.
As much as I wrack my brain trying to come up with something, I keep coming up with blanks, nothing at all remotely daring, nothing that will impress her, nothing that will get her to become endeared enough to me that she’ll give in and let me have her like I want to. It’s beyond frustrating to realize that I want her more than I should, that I don’t care about my father and what might happen. She’s all I want, and that’s never been my way before. It’s frightening.
But she’s staring at me, watching me, and I know that if I try to stall, that she’ll just tell me that I’m going to miss out, lose my chance, and I turn back to stare at the waterfall. It’s so tumulus and wild and free, chaotic and churning, and if that doesn’t describe how I feel inside, then nothing will.
"Do you an idea yet?" she asks.
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Well? What do we need to do? Or is it something only you can do?”
I turn back to her, coming up with an idea. I don’t know if I’ll be able to pull it off or not. Getting that centuricmobile to work had been a feat in and of itself, but there’s something else I saw there that might just be enough.
“I need for us to go back to the scrapyard,” I say.
“All the way back?” she asks, surprised.
“Yes.”
“Will any scrapyard work?”
I hesitate. “I think I might need to head back to that specific one.”
"Because of course you do." She huffs a sigh. "It's a good thing these don't run on fuel, or else we would've needed to fill up long before now."
“What fuel did your vehicles require before you used our technology?” I ask as we make our way back to the centuricmobile. We aren’t exactly close to it anymore. The current from the waterfall drug
