The Bar
Chapter 1
Hope was deep into her friend's latest murder novel she had just published and didn't hear the door. When she felt eyes on her, she looked up and was shocked to see it was the guy from the hotel. Oh my God, she thought.
Mark couldn't believe his mystery girl was sitting on his sister's couch. What the... "How did you get in my sister's house?" He suddenly blurted out. Great, he groaned to himself. You spend three weeks trying to find her and the first thing you do is jump down her throat. Good move.
Hope had no idea what to say. She had never expected to see him again, least of all at her friend's place...Wait. If this was her friend's house, but also his sister's house, then that would make her friend his sister which would mean...
Oh, my God. I screwed my friend's brother...twice; she wanted to die of embarrassment.
Hope was saved answering when Kelly came back in. When she saw her brother she flew into his arms, hugging him like there was no tomorrow.
"You jerk! You should have told me you were in town," she said as she punched him on the shoulder.
"I wanted to surprise my baby sister," he told her. "Who's your friend?" he asked, shooting daggers at Hope.
Kelly got Hope on her feet and dragged her over to make introductions. Then she excused herself to check on the food, leaving Hope and Mark alone.
"You gave me a false name, huh, Hope," he said. Hope didn't know what to say.
She wanted to say: "Well, you see, I ran out of material for my book. I thought I'd like it to have a bar scene in a hotel where the woman gets hit on. So I decided to do some research. I got dressed up and went to a classy hotel bar to see how long it would take and what kind of men would hit on me. After a guy hit on me, I was going to leave but you persuaded me to stay and the rest is history...well, an historical five orgasms, at least."
"Umm," she said instead.
"'Umm?" You sleep with me twice, take off in the middle of the night, and give me a fake name and all you can say is 'Umm?' Mark's eyes flashed.
"Well...erm...you see... has your sister ever mentioned me?" Hope stalled for time.
He scowled at her, Oh, yeah, his sister had mentioned Hope. The friend who wrote fiction and always had her head in a book or a laptop. He snorted. She hadn't that night. She'd dressed differently as well; she stood in front of him wearing baggy jeans and an oversized jumper. The woman he had met at the bar was a femme fatale, a Valkyrie. That woman had worn a slinky red dress that looked painted on, showing off curves to die for, and spiked black heels that made her legs go on forever. Which was the real Hope?
"So your name's not Julie, you don't drive a Porsche. You don't have a dog..." he said.
"No, I do, I mean, I..." Hope stammered. " I just changed my name; the rest was all true."
"Why lie?" he asked, still angry, but now also curious.
"I really hoped you wouldn't ask that," Hope said, fidgeting. "Erm, I was out doing research for my next book." She couldn't meet his eyes. As she tipped her head down her hair fell about her face. With her long, ebony, naturally curvy hair and brown eyes she was the classic Italian beauty. However, she didn't know any Italian and had never been to Italy. Her mother was Italian and her father Scottish. Her mother had died giving birth to her and her father couldn't live without her so drank himself into a coma. Her father's parents raised her in Scotland.
His expression turned dark. "You sleep with men for research." He looked at her, disgusted.
"No!" She nearly shouted at him in frustration. He was making her sound like a prostitute, or worse.
"I was writing a bar scene for my novel... Well, I was at the time, it's finished now." She finally got the courage to glance up at him. The look on his face seemed to indicate he either didn't care or hadn't heard her, and then he started laughing.
When he stopped, he took her chin between his finger and thumb and turned her face up to him. "Scrap it," he said his eyes flashing in anger.
Moving away, she glared at him and protested. "I only used our meeting at the bar, nothing after." Feeling panicked, she said, "You can read it if you don't believe me."
Hopefully he would agree and see that it was nothing. Can he force me to scrap it? She wondered. She couldn't believe it; the one time she decided to do some research in the real world instead of just using her imagination and this guy could screw her -- and not like before. She blushed wildly just thinking about it. She had been so inhibited, and he had the most amazing hands.
"Okay, out." Mark had been so busy glaring at Hope that he missed Kelly returning to the room.
"What? I just got here!" he protested after he realised what she said.
"Yes, but Peter will be here in half an hour and I need to change. We will go for coffee tomorrow. Okay? Okay. Bye," she said, steering Mark to the door. Hope followed, hugged her friend, wished her good luck and told her to phone. Then she walked out quietly behind a very pissed off Mark.
"So do we take my car or yours?" Mark asked when she caught up with him at the elevator. Hope realised he was talking about how they would get to her house; she blushed and looked down, pretending her shoes were extremely interesting.
"Mine," she said needing to feel in control of something. Hope liked to drive, especially her little Porsche which was parked at the back of the building she bought it after her first book got published.
Mark knew he should be walking away. He found her, and she wasn't the woman he thought her to be, but he couldn't deny his attraction. He wanted one more night and hoped that would finally get her out his system.
When they got out off the elevator, Mark took Hope's arm. She felt warm and her breasts felt heavy, why did she have this strong reaction with just a touch, she thought exactly like that night at the bar. Mark was hot under the collar himself and forced himself to let go of her when they where clear of the flat. Hope led the way to her car, belted up and got ready to take Mark to her house. Wow, she thought, as she eased out of the parking bay. I've never taken a man home before. This could be weird
"So why use a different name if all the rest was true?" Mark asked after a few minutes on the road.
Sighing, Hope said she had been trying to walk in her character's shoes.
Half an hour later, Hope pulled up outside her house. Nice pad, Mark thought.
After letting him in, Hope told him to make himself comfortable while she went into her room to grab her laptop. He browsed her book collection to pass the time, and was intrigued when he saw a bunch with her name on them.
Interesting, he was thinking when Hope came back in. She looked at him nervously, wringing her hands. She knew men probably read her stuff but she didn't know any of them personally; she knew Mark.
"It will take time to load, but not too long," she said. "Erm, would you like some coffee?" He nodded.
"Sure. Hey, why do you do that?" he asked. Hope stopped halfway into the kitchen and turned back to him.
"Do what?"
"Begin nearly every sentence with 'erm?'"
"Erm...it lets me think, it gives me time--" He cut her off.
"Time for what?" he asked, giving her a look that pinned her like a butterfly.
"Time to think up a reply that's not straight off the top of my head. Sometimes I say things without thinking. It used to embarrass my grandparents," she said then went to start the coffee.
Mark couldn't figure her out. He decided he would just read her story and then leave.
"Where's your dog?" he asked sarcastically, "Or was that a lie?" he said looking at her now bent over the laptop.
"He's in Scotland, a friend's looking after him till I go back. I usually bring him with me but I'm not down here long," she replied sadly. She missed her dog, Max. He was a rescue pup, now a fully grown Dalmatian, with black paws so it looked like he wore shoes. When her Grandparents moved to Spain they left the house to her. It was in the middle of nowhere, but it was peaceful and only an hour from St Andrews if she wanted to go to the beach. It had a big garden so he could run and there were walks down by a lake. Her London flat was in a good part of London but small but with her dog she didn't feel so alone.
"Here, it's loaded if you want to look..." Hope began.
"Sure," he said before she finished.
"You seem nervous." He observed her shaking fingers. Blushing, she told him her writing generally wasn't done with men in mind.
Opening the file, she scrolled down till she found the page she wanted. She sat back to let him read. She could smell his aftershave as he sat beside her.
While Hope was trying not to combust, Mark was reading and getting more turned on by the minute.
He picked up the story in the middle.
While she was distracted with her phone call, the gentleman beside her started sliding his hand up her leg. Slowly travelling higher under her skirt, he discovered she was wearing stockings and said under his breath, "Sweet Jesus."
Julie couldn't believe it. Here she was, talking to her boyfriend on the phone in a hotel bar, and a complete stranger was feeling her up. But it felt so good that she said nothing, didn't try to stop him.
While Jonathan chatted away, she had to bite her lip to hold back a moan. When the stranger started stroking her through her underwear, she got even wetter. Then the stranger whispered in her ear.
"Hang up," he said in a low voice that sent shivers down her spine.
She had a choice: keep boring, sensible, okay-in-bed Jonathan or go with Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome... there was no choice.
"Jonathan, I don't think we're working out and I gotta go, bye," she said. Then she turned her phone off and turned to look into the stranger's eyes. She knew she had made the right choice.
When Hope turned to the side to tell him that was all she had written, Mark took her mouth in a wild, passionate kiss. Hope kissed him back, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer. She opened her mouth so he could take the kiss further. She still knew little about him, but just as at their first meeting, she didn't need to. They had a connection -- call it chemistry, lust or soul mates -- that she had never felt with another man.
Mark was thinking the same thing. How can a woman affect me like this? he wondered as he ran his fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head to make the kiss deeper.
Mark pulled her to stand up and Hope started unbuttoning his shirt; she wanted to run her hands over his chest. Mark nibbled at her lips and kissed down her jaw until he was found her neck.
"Your perfume has tormented me since that night," he murmured.
"It's my shower gel, I don't like perfume...its papaya," she replied breathlessly.
"Mmm," he muttered, breathing her scent in. "What say we move to the bedroom?" he asked as he began to unbutton her top.
As his hands touched bare skin Hope pulled back as though she'd been shocked and looked up at him.
"What am I doing? You're my friend's brother. I...we shouldn't...you should go." The words tumbled out as she pushed him away.
"What?" Mark exclaimed. "You were all for it a few minutes ago and you didn't complain that night."
"You were just a stranger then, not my best friend's brother!" she retorted.
"So, if I was still just a stranger you would sleep with me?" he asked angrily.
"No...that's not what I meant." Well it kind of is but not the way you would think, she thought. Hope pressed her hands to her eyes. How had this gotten so complicated? He was the first guy she had slept with since Neil. She had meant it to be a one night stand -- sex with a stranger -- but it wasn't anymore.
"That's what it sounded like to me," he said, turning away. Without looking back, he stormed out.
Standing looking at the door, Hope was fighting herself not to run after him and explain her actions. Its better this way, she thought everyone. After a few minutes, Hope closed down the laptop and went to fill the kettle. While she waited for it to boil, she started to remember the night at the bar.
Three weeks ago
Okay, maybe I have had better ideas than this, Hope thought as she walked into a hotel bar in Edinburgh wearing a tight crimson dress and spiked black heels she got for her birthday from Kelly. Just sit. Talk if someone says anything, then get some ideas and get out, she kept repeating in her head.
She sat down on the tall stool, trying to tug her dress down so it didn't ride up. Definitely had better ideas, she thought as the bartender came over.
"What can I get you miss?" he asked, looking her up and down.
"Erm...a white wine please," she replied. The only time she had drunk wine was at parties when there was nothing left. She sat for an hour waiting for inspiration to hit, looking around taking in the architectural work.
"I've never seen you here before," a man said, putting his glass next to hers and sliding onto the stool next to hers. "I'm Jonathan Smith, and you are?"
"Oh, erm, hi," she said, a little taken back at how strong his after shave was.
"That would be your cue to tell me your name," he said as he stared at her chest. He turned his body towards her, his right arm on the back of her stool.
"Erm, I'm waiting for someone," she said instead.
"Oh, really?" he said, leaning closer. "Well, I've been sitting over there for the past hour and no-one has come up but the bartender."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone pull out the stool on her other side and sit down.
"He's just running a little late," she said, feeling a little creped out that this guy had been watching her. She was aware of the irony that that was the point.
I think you have been stood up but I don't believe anyone would stand you up," he said looking her up and down, "So you're lying to me...
Before he finished Hope was spun around to the right and a gorgeous man took her face in his hands and kissed her on the lips. Too shocked to say or do anything she just, well let him.
He pulled back then sliding one hand into her hair and the other lightly on her shoulder in a non-threatening way he looked at the guy behind her.
"Hey beautiful sorry I'm late traffic, he said laying his hand on her thigh, then bringing his mouth centimetres from her mouth, "Want to go?" he said looking in her eyes.
Shocked by the kiss and the heat of his hand on her thigh she just nodded, he trailed his hand down her arm to her hand, clasping her hand he stood up and led her back thorough reception.
*
Present day
Shaking her head to stop those thoughts she decided she wanted to just go to bed forget the day and first thing in the morning she was phoning Sabrina her lawyer friend to find out if Mark could make her scrap the book or do anything to stop the book getting published.
Chapter 2
coming soon...
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Cowboy And The Lady
The Cowboy And The Lady
Chapter 1
"Hi, little brother," Alex called over to Chris, who was in the field. This was on one of the many horses he and his wife Laura owned.
"Hey, what brings you here?" Chris shouted, and started to ride over. He was surprised to see his brother, and tried to remember if they had plans.
"I came to check out the new foal," Alex said.
"Cool. As long as you're here, you can meet Katie," Chris said.
"Who's that?" Alex asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry, I'm not setting you up," Chris said with a laugh. "Katie is Laura's little sister. She just arrived."
"How convenient," Alex grumbled.
"Hey, I didn't know you were coming," Chris said, raising his hands in self-defence. "Or her. She just flew over, so stop being paranoid. Come on, you said you came to see the foal."
Chris and his brother left the field and headed to the barn. Walking side by side one could tell they were brothers. They had the same jet black hair, the same green eyes and even the same strong jaw. Alex was taller and older by two years. Five years ago he joined a construction firm then left to start his own building company, Alex had worked hard and his body showed the results. Chris was an accountant and had a pretty well built body from working on his own farm, it was not like Alex but Laura never complained.
"So, what brings you here?" Laura asked her sister as they walked to the spare room.
"Can't I just visit without a reason?" Katie asked, looking everywhere but at Laura.
"Come on, you, sit down." Pulling her sister to the bed, Laura took Katie's hands. Katie mentally rolled her eyes; Laura was in full big-sister mode now. They had always been close, relying on each other through a difficult childhood with an abusive father and a purposely ignorant mother. Aside from their noses, few would guess they were sisters. Laura's brunette hair, light blue eyes and slim figure contrasted with Katie's white-blonde hair, dark blue eyes and curves. "You can't just catch a plane to Texas and not tell me why. Is it Jeff? Does he know you're here?" Laura looked at her sister with concern
"Jeff is too busy with his assistant to wonder what I'm doing or where I'm going!" Katie said bitterly.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Laura said, tightening her grip on Katie's hands. "How did you find out?"
Katie told her sister about how she had found her boyfriend and his assistant in the act on the floor of their living room -- biting, scratching and drawing blood while at it.
"You wanna know the worst part?" Katie asked, finally looking at her sister. Laura nodded, wondering what could be worse.
"His assistant... is a man!" Katie was still surprised about it. "What he was doing on the floor with his assistant was more passionate than we ever had, and now I know why," Katie said with a little laugh.
"So you just packed and left him? Erm, on the floor?" Laura asked her sister, not sure what to say. She knew Katie had only been with Jeff because he was average and safe, but it didn't mean Katie's feelings weren't hurt.
"I backed out before they noticed me," Katie said. "Jeff was my rock, and you know, my security. We've been together for two years."
"Well, you're not crying so that must be a good thing, right? Maybe means you didn't love him after all," Laura said.
"I never said I loved him. If I had loved him it would have given him the power to hurt me. That's why he was perfect," she said looking away."
"Is this about dad...?" Laura started to ask.
"I don't want to hear it, sis," Katie interrupted. "I know you found Chris, and I'm happy for you. Really. Laura had met Chris when she was a temp at his office in town. It had been love at first sight. "But that's you, not me. I just need someone safe and..."
"Boring!" Laura stood in front of Katie. "Jeff was boring," Laura shouted. "God, Katie, you need someone who's exciting, passionate, and adventurous. Someone you can fall in love with. Not someone like Jeff who thought the most exciting thing was flavoured ice cream!" Katie was usually the more outspoken of the two sisters, so hearing Laura say that brought her up short.
"Okay, chill," Katie said. "One problem is that such a man doesn't exist! Not for me, anyway. Why hold out for Mr Right and be constantly disappointed?" Katie said sadly.
Sitting back down on the bed Laura said quietly, "Mum loved dad till she died, even though he hurt her. He wasn't perfect. The perfect guy doesn't exist and if you found him he wouldn't be what you want, you need to find someone you can love, a man just for you. Just don't settle, okay...Katie, it doesn't have to be that way." Hugging her sister, Laura continued, "You're my little sister. I love you and I know you're not meant for someone like Jeff."
"Obviously," said Katie dryly. Laura started laughing.
"Come on, you need a drink," Laura said. Arms linked, they left the bedroom.
"So, what's the sister like, anything like Laura?" Alex asked while his brother dismounted.
"Nope, complete opposites," Chris replied, handing over the horse to the stable boy. He wondered why his brother wanted to know. As far as he knew, Alex was still avoiding women.
"Hey," Laura said with a smile and went to kiss her husband. Pulling back, she noticed her brother-in-law. "Hey, Alex, what are you doing here?" Laura asked, putting her arm around Chris.
"I was just wondering how the foal was doing," he said.
"She's doing great," Laura said, her face lighting up. "She was up walking and...."
Anything else she said he missed because out of the corner off his eye he saw a flash of blue. When he turned to look, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had shoulder length blonde hair that looked so fair she looked ethereal. There were curves in all the right places, which her dress showed off to great advantage. The dress also showed a rack to die for. She must have felt his eyes on her and when she looked in his direction he saw she had the most amazing eyes; a deep sapphire blue, like the ocean. A guy could get lost in those, he thought. She stared back like a deer caught in headlights. Or is that rabbit? Whatever, that's how she looks, he thought. He was clean-shaven, wearing his good jeans, a white shirt and his Stetson. He didn't look bad so he couldn't understand the look in her eyes. Was it fear or shock? He wondered.
Ask and you will receive, Katie thought to herself, her eyes fixed on this magnificent man in front of her.
Is this the infamous brother? She wondered, staring back and starting to look him over. He was over six feet for sure, with nice, broad shoulders. The way his clothes fit, she could tell he didn't spend all his time in an office like Chris. There was a chiselled jaw, a straight nose, and good bone structure. She itched to run her hands through that dark ebony hair. His eyes were as green as grass in summer time and she realized this guy was everything she had spent her life avoiding. The type of man who should have a warning label. Her sister had described him, yeah, "Caution: will break your heart."
Laura noticed Alex wasn't listening. Following his gaze, she realized why. Katie stood in the doorway staring at Alex as if she had never seen a man in her life. Well they don't make them like him in Scotland, she thought.
"Let me introduce you to my little sister." Laura beckoned Katie forward into the kitchen. "Katie, this is Alex. Alex is Chris's big brother."
"Hey," Katie said, a little huskily while holding her hand out. When he took her hand, a spark zinged up her arm. Pulling her hand away as if burnt, she took a few steps back, confused by the feeling that simple touch set off.
"Hi," he replied after they let go, making a fist of the hand she had shaken.
"Its, erm, nice to meet you" she said with a little smile.
"Well, Katie and I were going to grab a drink. You guys want something?" Laura asked. Chris saw the twinkle in his wife's eyes and knew she was up to something. "Yeah, sure, sounds good. You coming, Alex?" Chris asked.
I wanna be buried deep in her, Alex thought, but managed to say, "No, I'll pass, thanks. I better get home." He quickly headed for the door. I can't want her! he thought furiously. No women! Not after Melanie, he thought. Feeling the usual hurt when she came into his head.
Melanie was beautiful; they had planned to get married, have children -- the lot. They had been deeply in love. Then she left him for some rich guy. Women only want you for what you can give them, he reminded himself. No women ever again! I'm not going back until she's gone. With his mind made up he started for home and for his first cold shower in years.
The three of them went out and caught up with each other. Katie told Chris why she was there. He was shocked. He knew Jeff to be a bore -- he had met him at his wedding. But out of all the reasons for them to break up, Jeff being gay wouldn't have even been on the list. They were all laughing about it when a guy came over and asked Katie to dance.
"What the hell," she thought. After he delivered her back to the table he asked her out but she politely turned him down. On the drive home Katie felt much better about herself and her life.
The next few days were very relaxed. Chris worked at the farm, Laura worked at her dress shop in town, and Katie rode the horses in the paddock until she felt comfortable in the saddle again. Katie had stopped riding two years before, when Jeff had said he didn't think it was safe.
When she went into town with her sister they bumped into the guy from her first night who had asked her out. When he asked again Laura nudged her into accepting. They arranged for him to pick her up and she was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, he was less than impressive. He was very vain and talked a lot about stocks. Bored to tears, Katie had told him she wasn't ready to date.
A week after she arrived she rode out to the meadows surrounding the farm. It was a gorgeous day and she stopped to lie on the grass. The dress she wore was a little tight, as Katie had been borrowing Laura's clothes since she brought very little with her. Hands behind her head, she looked up at the sky and started making shapes out of the clouds. After a while she closed her eyes and only opened them when she heard another horse coming. She sat up and saw a beautiful black stallion with an equally beautiful stallion of a man riding it.
"I want that stallion between my legs," she said to herself, shocked at the admission.
Alex couldn't believe it. He had gone for a ride to forget about Katie and here she was right in front of him. Was it fate? He wondered. He had thought about her non-stop since they had first met, having dreams he had no business dreaming. He had gone three years without sex and was getting used to it. Why does this one girl affect me this way? he thought. She was wearing another blue dress, he noticed, but this one zipped up the front and looked like a snug fit.
Katie watched as he swung off the horse and walked up to where she was lying. She hadn't taken her eyes off him since she spotted him. He was coming closer, and her heart rate shot up.
"Hi, Katie. What you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm playing football, Alex, and yourself?" she replied laughing. She shook her head up at him and her eyes sparkled in amusement.
"Yeah, of course, I see that, I meant...oh hell, I don't know what I meant." He was nearly mortified. I'm just out of practice, that's all, he thought, loving the way her accent sounded. It was soft and made her seem just a touch exotic.
When he didn't say anything more, she invited him to join her watching clouds. Alex lay down beside her but left a gap so they wouldn't touch.
He felt himself drift off, the lost sleep catching up with him. Then he became aware of the gap closing and his thigh touching hers, his shoulder touching her shoulder, and he groaned. Does she know what she's doing to me? he thought.
"Oh, to hell with it," he said, and then kissed her. It was soft and sweet. Katie kissed him back passionately. Alex rolled so she was underneath him and pinned her arms on either side of her head. He started to kiss her throat, then using his teeth he started to unzip her dress. He got it to her navel then let go and made his way back up, kissing and licking the exposed skin.
"Alex?"
He heard her call his name, but it sounded far away. He realised he was dreaming. Sitting up and looking around sharply, he saw the sun was setting. Groaning, he got up and without a word swung up and rode off.
Katie stared at him, mouth agape. "What's up with him?" she said out loud. Shaking her head, she went over and mounted her own horse and headed for home.
"Are you coming tonight?" Laura asked Katie later. Katie looked a little confused until Laura reminded her. "It's Bob's birthday, everyone will be there," she continued. Apparently not knowing someone was not a good enough reason to stay home, so Katie went to the party. Bob was the sheriff in Apple Grove and was turning fifty and apparently the whole town was going. Would Alex? she wondered, and then berated herself for caring.
She met and danced with many of the town bachelors. While dancing with Dave, a shy young guy who worked at Apple Grove Bank, she felt like she was being watched. She looked around but couldn't see anyone. After the dance ended, she excused herself and went outside for some fresh air.
She found a tree to lean against and was thinking how different Texas was from Edinburgh when she heard a noise. She looked to the side and there was Alex in snug black jeans, a white shirt and a cowboy hat. He looked like he had just stepped off a magazine cover. He was in front of her before she could move. For a moment, he stood there, just looking at her. He bent his head, his stubble scratching her check and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me?"
"No," Katie said. She suddenly knew why she had taken a step back from him the first time they had met. This was the man who could break her heart. The one she had been avoiding for years.
"You think you can resist me?" he said in his deep gravelly voice intrigued.
"I think you're a cowboy with a big ego," she replied with false bravado.
He laughed. He had tried to forget and stay away, but he wanted her. He knew he needed to have her.
"Is that so?" He took off his hat and grabbed her waist.
"What are you doing?" she asked nervously feeling his other hand travel up her collar bone, sinking into her hair.
"Something I probably shouldn't," he said smiling.
Then he kissed her. So softly that he barely touched her lips. It was just a whisper, and then he nipped her bottom lip. When her mouth opened in surprise, he took advantage, thrusting his tongue in her mouth and backing her against the tree. He pinned her with his body, letting her feel everything she was doing to him. She gasped when she felt him hard against her stomach. She clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders. He kissed her throat, slowly sliding to her breasts, teasing her through her dress. Her legs gave out and his arms were the only thing keeping her on her feet. With one more hard kiss he pulled back, studied her, then put on his hat and left.
Katie was leaning back against the tree for a few minutes then started walking back inside angry at herself for not pushing him away, when her arm was caught and swung around, it was Alex.
"Come home with me tonight," he said looking into her eyes. Startled, she was speechless for a moment. "Well? What's your answer?" he prompted holding out his hand.
Chapter 2
God, Katie, you need someone who's exciting, passionate, and adventurous."
Hearing her sisters words from weeks ago she knew this was him, the passionate adventurous one, there was no Mr right, but there was a Mr right now, if she didn't take his hand she would regret it forever.
"Yes," Katie said taking Alex's hand.
"Let's get out of here," he said tightening his grip, and leading her to his car.
"Wait I," Katie suddenly said behind him.
"No," he said turning, pulling her against his chest. "There is no going back," he said before he crushed her lips beneath his. It was possessive, erotic and hot. When he pulled back Katie was breathing heavily.
"I want to kiss and lick you all over, I want to hear you scream my name as you cum, I want to taste you when you do, and I want to be inside you, your legs wrapped around my waist. I want you on all fours, as I take you from behind. I want to wake up and see your hair over my pillow and watch how your face lights up as you smile" He said breathing fast growing hard, pulling her closer so she could feel. "You do this to me Katie" he said looking down into her heart shaped, flushed face and into those beautiful eyes.
"I...I meant, wait I have to get my bag," she said unsteadily, Alex was the best kisser hands down. "I'll be back in a minute" she mumbled hurrying inside.
Alex was shocked with his reaction to the thought of her backing out. Alex didn't believe in forcing woman to do things they didn't want to do, but when he thought she had changed her mind he felt he had to do everything to convince her. He needed her more than in a sex way, he wanted to wake up with her, take her on a date, he wanted her to stay the night. What has she got back home, nothing, and so the seduction begins. When I'm finished she will never want to leave, he thought.
Grabbing her bag, Katie rushed back out to meet up with Alex. All those things he had said, described, she felt a shiver go through her. She wanted it all, wanted it more that anything in her life. She walked through the door and looked around for him. He was leant against his jeep, she had no idea what make, model and she didn't care, she wanted him and she didn't want to waste any more time. Running up to him, she dragged his head down to her lips and kiss him.
Taken back for only a second, Alex started kissing her back, showing everything he was feeling in that kiss. She slid her fingers through his hair, then down his neck, resting on his chest. He turned moving her back against the jeep. Sliding his thigh between her legs he pushed his body against her. He wanted her, she could feel it, and the knowledge made her reckless, and forgetting where they were she slid her hands down his chest to his stomach. She bunched the material in her hands, so she could feel hot male skin. She heard him hiss out his pleasure. Running her hands till, they reached his defined pecks, she rubbed over a nipple.
"Katie," Alex said pulling her hands out and holding her wrists, with controlled patience, he was so close, and she had no idea.
"You have no idea how good it feels having your hands run over my body," he said on a sigh, pulling her to him and taking her mouth again. He pulled back then kissing down her jaw, to her collar bone.
"Are you ready?" he asked kissing up to her ear, nipping it with his teeth, he heard her moan "Yes". He pulled them both back, opened the door for her, as she slipped in her dress rode up. Slamming the door shut, he ran to the other side got in then they were off.
He was breathing heavily, and when Katie reached over and slid her hand up him thigh, he nearly crashed, righting the car in time so as not to go in a field, he looked her thinking he would see remorse for what could have happened. All he saw was mischief, her eyes sparkling, it was getting dark and by the time he pulled into his drive, there was a gorgeous sun behind them. Just then he had an idea.
They both got out at the same time, but instead of taking her into the house like she expected, Alex opened the boot of the jeep and got out a blanket, handing her it, he then lifted her in his arms and started up a little hill next to his place
"What...what are you doing," Katie stuttered, a little bewildered.
"I'm carrying you," he said smiling down at her.
"I see that, why?" she asked wriggling in his arms.
"I don't want you to ruin those shoes of yours, he said.
"But why are we going up a hill?" she asked having no clearer an idea what Alex was up to.
It didn't take to long to reach the top, and what she saw was amazing, was the only word that came to mind. The sky was a blast of blues, reds, yellows, and pinks. If she could paint, this would make an amazing picture. I t had everything the silhouette of the trees and a striking lake, reflecting the sun and the colours in the sky. It was just perfect.
"Here, Alex said, bringing her back to reality, he slid her down his body, the when she thought he was going to kiss her he took the blanket. He settled it on the ground, and patted the place in front of him.
Katie sat in front of him, legs in front, then Alex's arms came around her pulling her back against his chest, and there they sat till the sun disappeared.
Alex couldn't remember a time when he was so peaceful; he clutched Katie tighter to him, feeling her shiver.
"Are you cold? Do you want to leave," he said moving to get up.
"No, I want to stay here," she said clutching his arm, looking up at the now visible stars and the moon over head.
"A full moon, it feels so magical, like something from a fairytale," then she laughed, said how dumb that sounded, and blamed it on Texas air.
"I doesn't sound dumb," Alex said kissing her shoulder.
"Why can't we live in a fairytale?" He said sliding her dress strap down, and kissing her on the same spot as before.
"Because, real life isn't like that," she sighed.
"Who says," he said taking her chin in his hand turning her to face him.
She expected the kiss to be hard and demanding like before. But this kiss was gentle, he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, then kissed her again, so soft, she felt a tear run down her check. In that moment she knew it would be more than sex to her, it wasn't love was it, no; they hadn't known each other long enough. Could it happen that fast?
Just then Alex bent down to grab her legs and spin her so she was sitting on his lap.
He ran his finger softly down her cheek finding it wet, he pulled back, from the light of the moon, he could see another tear escaping, he rubbed it away with his thumb.
"What's wrong?" he asked kissing her wet cheek, then lying his cheek against hers started rocking her.
"Nothing," she said shaking her head, "Make love to me Alex," then she kissed him, the kiss of a woman in love, with a man she had no future with.
Burrowing his hand in her hair, Alex deepened the kiss, sliding her dress straps down, he reached for the zip. Sliding it down slowly, she gasped and shivered as her skin was exposed to the night air.
"Do you want to go inside," he said mistaking her reason for shivering again.
"No," she said holding onto his shoulders, she looked up into his eyes.
"Make love to me, here, under the stars, give me something to remember." She said sliding her hands down his back, starting to lift his shirt up from his jeans exposing his back.
She ran her hands up his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath her finger tips. She moved her hands to the front of his chest, and started unbuttoning his shirt, from the bottom up.
Alex starter kissing her shoulder, trailing his lips to her ear, hissing when Katie's fingers skimmed his skin, while stripping him.
"God I want you, Katie, I want you so much," he said ripping the front of her dress so her breasts spilled out. Batting her hands away, Alex ripped his shirt off and pulled her against him. The shock of skin on skin turned them on more, they were breathing heavy just looking at each other then they were kissing wildly, and trying to touch all the skin exposed.
They wrestled with the rest of there clothes till they were both naked and panting, with him on top and Katie pinned beneath his strong thighs.
"You look beautiful in the moonlight," Alex told her, using one hand to pin her arms above her head and the other to trail over her body. Alex touched where the moonlight reflected off her skin. Then looking at her body, like it was a peace of art, he kissed where the moon kissed her skin slowly trying to make this night unforgettable.
While he kissed her body, he slid his hand between her legs finding her wet, and hot, she writhed under him when he slid in a finger.
"Alex!" she said arching her back off the blanket.
Sliding in another finger, he started pumping them in and out of her; he could feel her muscles contract around his fingers. He started faster, then sliding his thumb over her clit, and she went up in flames, riling beneath him. When she opened her eyes it was to see him above her looking down at her, slowly letting go of her arms, he adjusted there position.
He settled himself between her thighs, her legs wrapped around his hips and looking into her eyes he plunged deep inside her. Waiting till she had adjusted to his size, he started to move, slow, and then with her grinding her hips, he got faster. He pulled out then pushed back in, hearing her scream faster, he went faster, the whole time Katie was wrapped around him, holding his shoulders, her legs gripping his hips. He felt her muscles, clench and knew she was close, he thought about spilling himself in her. Imagining her pregnant with his child was turning him on but he couldn't risk her getting pregnant. He couldn't do that to her.
"Katie, I'm not wearing anything, don't move" he said grabbing her hips to keep her still, while he pulled out.
"It's okay, pill...I'm on the pill," she said then twisted her hips. Feeling her shudder and scream her ecstasy, he pulled out, then slammed back in spilled his seed inside her, it felt incredible, nothing as a barrier between them, he thought then collapsed on her.
Chapter 3
After he and Katie had recovered, Alex pulled out of Katie and rolled onto his back. He kissed her cheeks and forehead while she drifted off to sleep. He moved away, stood up and grabbed his jeans and slid them. He zipped them up but left the top button undone. He knelt beside Katie, wrapped her in the blanket, picked her up and carried her home. After placing her on his bed he went back to grab everything he hadn't been able to carry the first time. When he got back she was awake.
She sat on the edge of the bed, the blanket wrapped around her body; she was just finishing tucking it between her breasts, like a towel. She must have felt his eyes on her for she looked up.
"I thought you left," she blurted out, then blushed. Great, sound like a clingy woman. Good going, Katie, she thought.
Instead of answering, Alex pulled her off the bed and into his arms. She melted against his body. He wanted to feel all of her, but the blanket was in the way. Impatiently, he tugged at the material, releasing it so that it slid down her body. After that was done, he went to work on his jeans, sliding the zip down to release his throbbing cock. Bending down, he slid his hands under her thighs.
"Wrap your legs around me," he said. He lifted her, waited until her legs were around his waist, and sank inside her. She was wet still and he slid right in. Walking back, he hit the wall. Pinning her arms to the side of her head, he pulled out then thrust in, hard.
"Oh...Alex..." she said as her head fell back against the wall. She tightened her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass. She tried to pull her arms away from the wall but he wouldn't allow it.
Thrusting inside her, he bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He felt her shudder and heard her cry out but he didn't stop; he let go of her arms only to pin them again, but this time they were palm to palm interlocking fingers. He kissed up her neck, her jaw, then took her mouth with a desperation he had never known. It's never been like this, he thought as she nipped at his neck.
"Ahh... Katie. God Katie, yes. That feels...oh..." With one last thrust he came, filling her as she was screaming her own release. He let go of her hands and she wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder.
Sliding out of her and setting her on the ground he hugged her to him, She held on tightly, her hands on his back, , burying her head against his chest.
"Oh, Alex..." He felt her smile against his chest and thought, she won't leave. He walked her to the bed so they went down together. He slid his jeans the rest of the way off, then with energy that surprised him, he lifted her and settled her in his bed. He slid in next to her, pulled the covers up and gathered her in his arms. He fell asleep with the feeling of her gentle breathing on his chest.
Alex looked down into Katie's face; he traced her cheek bones with the tip of his finger. He wanted so badly to wake her up and take her again, but resisted and instead got up and headed for a shower. A cold one.
When Katie woke she heard the shower running and smiled to herself. Stretching, she had a delicious feeling of pain from muscles rarely used. I've never had sex against a wall, or outside for that matter, she thought laughing out loud.
She heard the shower turn off and was bracing herself for the impact of Alex naked. He didn't disappoint; one hand held a towel around his waist, the other hand used a towel to dry his hair.
"Morning," she said. She got up, still naked and walked past him into the bathroom, then closed the door. She turned the shower on, waited for it too run hot then stepped inside, pulling the screen door closed.
In the bedroom, Alex dried himself and imagined how Katie must look; the water pouring down her body, droplets falling from her breasts, her head thrown back as the water trickled over her face, down her hair, her back to that delectable ass.
"Screw this," he said. He dropped the towel, pulled the door and walked into the bathroom. Sliding the door shut, he saw the shock and excitement in Katie's eyes.
"I was in the bedroom, imagining what you looked like in here," he said. He stepped into the shower with her, eyes fixed on hers.
"And this happened," he said, taking her hand and placing it between his legs so her hand cupped his dick.
"That is unfortunate," Katie said, squeezing him, "What are we going to do?" she said with a sparkle in her eye.
"I have a few ideas." He trapped her against the cubicle wall, ran his hands along her ribcage, up to her breasts.
"Mmmm...so do I," Katie said before running her hand in his head and tugging his head down so she could kiss him. Alex was trailing his hand to between her thighs when he heard something.
"Did you hear that?" he asked.
"No, I didn't..."
BANG BANG
"What the hell," he said as he slid the screen open.
"ALEX, ALEX!" A familiar female voice called from outside.
Alex and Katie looked at each other.
"Laura?" they said at the same time.
"What is she doing here?" Katie wondered.
"It must be about Chris," Alex said before grabbing a towel off the rail and heading down stairs.
Opening the door, Laura shoved pass him into the house.
"Laura, what is it, is it Chris?" he asked turning away from the door.
"No, it's not Chris. Katie's wasn't in her room this morning and no one has seen her since the party when she was seen leaving with you. Where is my little sister Alex?" She stood with her hands on her hips, very mother chick; Alex had never seen her like this.
"Laura, calm down, Katie's safe, she...err..."
"Is right here," Katie said from the staircase.
Praying she was wearing more than a towel he turned to look up at her. Her hair was wet, but she was wearing her dress.
"I was just in the shower when you banged on the door, what's up?" she asked trying not to laugh at the relieved look on Alex's face. He looked like a guilty boy who was being scolded by his mum for stealing cookies.
"What's up!" Laura screeched, bringing Katie's eyes back to her sister's face. Laura looked seriously pissed.
"What's up is you left a party without telling me where you were going, and when I went into your room I found you gone, I wouldn't have known where you were but for some giggling girls speculating what happened after you left with Alex" she said, spearing Alex with a look, then looked back at Katie then burst into tears.
"Oh, I didn't think. I'm sorry, Laura, I just didn't think." Katie ran down the stairs and took Laura in her arms, where Laura collapsed in a sobbing mess.
"It's not your...f...fault I shouldn't have over reacted. It's these hormones, they make me crazy," she said then started crying again. Katie looked at Alex, who looked as confused as she felt.
"Laura, what are you talking about?" Katie tried to sound soothing.
"I'm pr...pregnant. The doctor phoned this morning, that's why I went to see you...but you weren't there!" she said before dissolving into tears again.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry, but if I was back home, you wouldn't have got me at this time anyway." She hugged Laura tightly.
Back home those words hit Alex hard. Hearing those words made him realize he wanted her to stay with him, to think of Texas as home. He had hoped she thought last night was more than a holiday fling, because he was going to use last night and the nights to come to convince her to stay, with him.
Chapter 4
coming soon...
Chapter 1
"Hi, little brother," Alex called over to Chris, who was in the field. This was on one of the many horses he and his wife Laura owned.
"Hey, what brings you here?" Chris shouted, and started to ride over. He was surprised to see his brother, and tried to remember if they had plans.
"I came to check out the new foal," Alex said.
"Cool. As long as you're here, you can meet Katie," Chris said.
"Who's that?" Alex asked suspiciously.
"Don't worry, I'm not setting you up," Chris said with a laugh. "Katie is Laura's little sister. She just arrived."
"How convenient," Alex grumbled.
"Hey, I didn't know you were coming," Chris said, raising his hands in self-defence. "Or her. She just flew over, so stop being paranoid. Come on, you said you came to see the foal."
Chris and his brother left the field and headed to the barn. Walking side by side one could tell they were brothers. They had the same jet black hair, the same green eyes and even the same strong jaw. Alex was taller and older by two years. Five years ago he joined a construction firm then left to start his own building company, Alex had worked hard and his body showed the results. Chris was an accountant and had a pretty well built body from working on his own farm, it was not like Alex but Laura never complained.
"So, what brings you here?" Laura asked her sister as they walked to the spare room.
"Can't I just visit without a reason?" Katie asked, looking everywhere but at Laura.
"Come on, you, sit down." Pulling her sister to the bed, Laura took Katie's hands. Katie mentally rolled her eyes; Laura was in full big-sister mode now. They had always been close, relying on each other through a difficult childhood with an abusive father and a purposely ignorant mother. Aside from their noses, few would guess they were sisters. Laura's brunette hair, light blue eyes and slim figure contrasted with Katie's white-blonde hair, dark blue eyes and curves. "You can't just catch a plane to Texas and not tell me why. Is it Jeff? Does he know you're here?" Laura looked at her sister with concern
"Jeff is too busy with his assistant to wonder what I'm doing or where I'm going!" Katie said bitterly.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Laura said, tightening her grip on Katie's hands. "How did you find out?"
Katie told her sister about how she had found her boyfriend and his assistant in the act on the floor of their living room -- biting, scratching and drawing blood while at it.
"You wanna know the worst part?" Katie asked, finally looking at her sister. Laura nodded, wondering what could be worse.
"His assistant... is a man!" Katie was still surprised about it. "What he was doing on the floor with his assistant was more passionate than we ever had, and now I know why," Katie said with a little laugh.
"So you just packed and left him? Erm, on the floor?" Laura asked her sister, not sure what to say. She knew Katie had only been with Jeff because he was average and safe, but it didn't mean Katie's feelings weren't hurt.
"I backed out before they noticed me," Katie said. "Jeff was my rock, and you know, my security. We've been together for two years."
"Well, you're not crying so that must be a good thing, right? Maybe means you didn't love him after all," Laura said.
"I never said I loved him. If I had loved him it would have given him the power to hurt me. That's why he was perfect," she said looking away."
"Is this about dad...?" Laura started to ask.
"I don't want to hear it, sis," Katie interrupted. "I know you found Chris, and I'm happy for you. Really. Laura had met Chris when she was a temp at his office in town. It had been love at first sight. "But that's you, not me. I just need someone safe and..."
"Boring!" Laura stood in front of Katie. "Jeff was boring," Laura shouted. "God, Katie, you need someone who's exciting, passionate, and adventurous. Someone you can fall in love with. Not someone like Jeff who thought the most exciting thing was flavoured ice cream!" Katie was usually the more outspoken of the two sisters, so hearing Laura say that brought her up short.
"Okay, chill," Katie said. "One problem is that such a man doesn't exist! Not for me, anyway. Why hold out for Mr Right and be constantly disappointed?" Katie said sadly.
Sitting back down on the bed Laura said quietly, "Mum loved dad till she died, even though he hurt her. He wasn't perfect. The perfect guy doesn't exist and if you found him he wouldn't be what you want, you need to find someone you can love, a man just for you. Just don't settle, okay...Katie, it doesn't have to be that way." Hugging her sister, Laura continued, "You're my little sister. I love you and I know you're not meant for someone like Jeff."
"Obviously," said Katie dryly. Laura started laughing.
"Come on, you need a drink," Laura said. Arms linked, they left the bedroom.
"So, what's the sister like, anything like Laura?" Alex asked while his brother dismounted.
"Nope, complete opposites," Chris replied, handing over the horse to the stable boy. He wondered why his brother wanted to know. As far as he knew, Alex was still avoiding women.
"Hey," Laura said with a smile and went to kiss her husband. Pulling back, she noticed her brother-in-law. "Hey, Alex, what are you doing here?" Laura asked, putting her arm around Chris.
"I was just wondering how the foal was doing," he said.
"She's doing great," Laura said, her face lighting up. "She was up walking and...."
Anything else she said he missed because out of the corner off his eye he saw a flash of blue. When he turned to look, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had shoulder length blonde hair that looked so fair she looked ethereal. There were curves in all the right places, which her dress showed off to great advantage. The dress also showed a rack to die for. She must have felt his eyes on her and when she looked in his direction he saw she had the most amazing eyes; a deep sapphire blue, like the ocean. A guy could get lost in those, he thought. She stared back like a deer caught in headlights. Or is that rabbit? Whatever, that's how she looks, he thought. He was clean-shaven, wearing his good jeans, a white shirt and his Stetson. He didn't look bad so he couldn't understand the look in her eyes. Was it fear or shock? He wondered.
Ask and you will receive, Katie thought to herself, her eyes fixed on this magnificent man in front of her.
Is this the infamous brother? She wondered, staring back and starting to look him over. He was over six feet for sure, with nice, broad shoulders. The way his clothes fit, she could tell he didn't spend all his time in an office like Chris. There was a chiselled jaw, a straight nose, and good bone structure. She itched to run her hands through that dark ebony hair. His eyes were as green as grass in summer time and she realized this guy was everything she had spent her life avoiding. The type of man who should have a warning label. Her sister had described him, yeah, "Caution: will break your heart."
Laura noticed Alex wasn't listening. Following his gaze, she realized why. Katie stood in the doorway staring at Alex as if she had never seen a man in her life. Well they don't make them like him in Scotland, she thought.
"Let me introduce you to my little sister." Laura beckoned Katie forward into the kitchen. "Katie, this is Alex. Alex is Chris's big brother."
"Hey," Katie said, a little huskily while holding her hand out. When he took her hand, a spark zinged up her arm. Pulling her hand away as if burnt, she took a few steps back, confused by the feeling that simple touch set off.
"Hi," he replied after they let go, making a fist of the hand she had shaken.
"Its, erm, nice to meet you" she said with a little smile.
"Well, Katie and I were going to grab a drink. You guys want something?" Laura asked. Chris saw the twinkle in his wife's eyes and knew she was up to something. "Yeah, sure, sounds good. You coming, Alex?" Chris asked.
I wanna be buried deep in her, Alex thought, but managed to say, "No, I'll pass, thanks. I better get home." He quickly headed for the door. I can't want her! he thought furiously. No women! Not after Melanie, he thought. Feeling the usual hurt when she came into his head.
Melanie was beautiful; they had planned to get married, have children -- the lot. They had been deeply in love. Then she left him for some rich guy. Women only want you for what you can give them, he reminded himself. No women ever again! I'm not going back until she's gone. With his mind made up he started for home and for his first cold shower in years.
The three of them went out and caught up with each other. Katie told Chris why she was there. He was shocked. He knew Jeff to be a bore -- he had met him at his wedding. But out of all the reasons for them to break up, Jeff being gay wouldn't have even been on the list. They were all laughing about it when a guy came over and asked Katie to dance.
"What the hell," she thought. After he delivered her back to the table he asked her out but she politely turned him down. On the drive home Katie felt much better about herself and her life.
The next few days were very relaxed. Chris worked at the farm, Laura worked at her dress shop in town, and Katie rode the horses in the paddock until she felt comfortable in the saddle again. Katie had stopped riding two years before, when Jeff had said he didn't think it was safe.
When she went into town with her sister they bumped into the guy from her first night who had asked her out. When he asked again Laura nudged her into accepting. They arranged for him to pick her up and she was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, he was less than impressive. He was very vain and talked a lot about stocks. Bored to tears, Katie had told him she wasn't ready to date.
A week after she arrived she rode out to the meadows surrounding the farm. It was a gorgeous day and she stopped to lie on the grass. The dress she wore was a little tight, as Katie had been borrowing Laura's clothes since she brought very little with her. Hands behind her head, she looked up at the sky and started making shapes out of the clouds. After a while she closed her eyes and only opened them when she heard another horse coming. She sat up and saw a beautiful black stallion with an equally beautiful stallion of a man riding it.
"I want that stallion between my legs," she said to herself, shocked at the admission.
Alex couldn't believe it. He had gone for a ride to forget about Katie and here she was right in front of him. Was it fate? He wondered. He had thought about her non-stop since they had first met, having dreams he had no business dreaming. He had gone three years without sex and was getting used to it. Why does this one girl affect me this way? he thought. She was wearing another blue dress, he noticed, but this one zipped up the front and looked like a snug fit.
Katie watched as he swung off the horse and walked up to where she was lying. She hadn't taken her eyes off him since she spotted him. He was coming closer, and her heart rate shot up.
"Hi, Katie. What you doing here?" he asked.
"I'm playing football, Alex, and yourself?" she replied laughing. She shook her head up at him and her eyes sparkled in amusement.
"Yeah, of course, I see that, I meant...oh hell, I don't know what I meant." He was nearly mortified. I'm just out of practice, that's all, he thought, loving the way her accent sounded. It was soft and made her seem just a touch exotic.
When he didn't say anything more, she invited him to join her watching clouds. Alex lay down beside her but left a gap so they wouldn't touch.
He felt himself drift off, the lost sleep catching up with him. Then he became aware of the gap closing and his thigh touching hers, his shoulder touching her shoulder, and he groaned. Does she know what she's doing to me? he thought.
"Oh, to hell with it," he said, and then kissed her. It was soft and sweet. Katie kissed him back passionately. Alex rolled so she was underneath him and pinned her arms on either side of her head. He started to kiss her throat, then using his teeth he started to unzip her dress. He got it to her navel then let go and made his way back up, kissing and licking the exposed skin.
"Alex?"
He heard her call his name, but it sounded far away. He realised he was dreaming. Sitting up and looking around sharply, he saw the sun was setting. Groaning, he got up and without a word swung up and rode off.
Katie stared at him, mouth agape. "What's up with him?" she said out loud. Shaking her head, she went over and mounted her own horse and headed for home.
"Are you coming tonight?" Laura asked Katie later. Katie looked a little confused until Laura reminded her. "It's Bob's birthday, everyone will be there," she continued. Apparently not knowing someone was not a good enough reason to stay home, so Katie went to the party. Bob was the sheriff in Apple Grove and was turning fifty and apparently the whole town was going. Would Alex? she wondered, and then berated herself for caring.
She met and danced with many of the town bachelors. While dancing with Dave, a shy young guy who worked at Apple Grove Bank, she felt like she was being watched. She looked around but couldn't see anyone. After the dance ended, she excused herself and went outside for some fresh air.
She found a tree to lean against and was thinking how different Texas was from Edinburgh when she heard a noise. She looked to the side and there was Alex in snug black jeans, a white shirt and a cowboy hat. He looked like he had just stepped off a magazine cover. He was in front of her before she could move. For a moment, he stood there, just looking at her. He bent his head, his stubble scratching her check and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me?"
"No," Katie said. She suddenly knew why she had taken a step back from him the first time they had met. This was the man who could break her heart. The one she had been avoiding for years.
"You think you can resist me?" he said in his deep gravelly voice intrigued.
"I think you're a cowboy with a big ego," she replied with false bravado.
He laughed. He had tried to forget and stay away, but he wanted her. He knew he needed to have her.
"Is that so?" He took off his hat and grabbed her waist.
"What are you doing?" she asked nervously feeling his other hand travel up her collar bone, sinking into her hair.
"Something I probably shouldn't," he said smiling.
Then he kissed her. So softly that he barely touched her lips. It was just a whisper, and then he nipped her bottom lip. When her mouth opened in surprise, he took advantage, thrusting his tongue in her mouth and backing her against the tree. He pinned her with his body, letting her feel everything she was doing to him. She gasped when she felt him hard against her stomach. She clung to him, digging her nails into his shoulders. He kissed her throat, slowly sliding to her breasts, teasing her through her dress. Her legs gave out and his arms were the only thing keeping her on her feet. With one more hard kiss he pulled back, studied her, then put on his hat and left.
Katie was leaning back against the tree for a few minutes then started walking back inside angry at herself for not pushing him away, when her arm was caught and swung around, it was Alex.
"Come home with me tonight," he said looking into her eyes. Startled, she was speechless for a moment. "Well? What's your answer?" he prompted holding out his hand.
Chapter 2
God, Katie, you need someone who's exciting, passionate, and adventurous."
Hearing her sisters words from weeks ago she knew this was him, the passionate adventurous one, there was no Mr right, but there was a Mr right now, if she didn't take his hand she would regret it forever.
"Yes," Katie said taking Alex's hand.
"Let's get out of here," he said tightening his grip, and leading her to his car.
"Wait I," Katie suddenly said behind him.
"No," he said turning, pulling her against his chest. "There is no going back," he said before he crushed her lips beneath his. It was possessive, erotic and hot. When he pulled back Katie was breathing heavily.
"I want to kiss and lick you all over, I want to hear you scream my name as you cum, I want to taste you when you do, and I want to be inside you, your legs wrapped around my waist. I want you on all fours, as I take you from behind. I want to wake up and see your hair over my pillow and watch how your face lights up as you smile" He said breathing fast growing hard, pulling her closer so she could feel. "You do this to me Katie" he said looking down into her heart shaped, flushed face and into those beautiful eyes.
"I...I meant, wait I have to get my bag," she said unsteadily, Alex was the best kisser hands down. "I'll be back in a minute" she mumbled hurrying inside.
Alex was shocked with his reaction to the thought of her backing out. Alex didn't believe in forcing woman to do things they didn't want to do, but when he thought she had changed her mind he felt he had to do everything to convince her. He needed her more than in a sex way, he wanted to wake up with her, take her on a date, he wanted her to stay the night. What has she got back home, nothing, and so the seduction begins. When I'm finished she will never want to leave, he thought.
Grabbing her bag, Katie rushed back out to meet up with Alex. All those things he had said, described, she felt a shiver go through her. She wanted it all, wanted it more that anything in her life. She walked through the door and looked around for him. He was leant against his jeep, she had no idea what make, model and she didn't care, she wanted him and she didn't want to waste any more time. Running up to him, she dragged his head down to her lips and kiss him.
Taken back for only a second, Alex started kissing her back, showing everything he was feeling in that kiss. She slid her fingers through his hair, then down his neck, resting on his chest. He turned moving her back against the jeep. Sliding his thigh between her legs he pushed his body against her. He wanted her, she could feel it, and the knowledge made her reckless, and forgetting where they were she slid her hands down his chest to his stomach. She bunched the material in her hands, so she could feel hot male skin. She heard him hiss out his pleasure. Running her hands till, they reached his defined pecks, she rubbed over a nipple.
"Katie," Alex said pulling her hands out and holding her wrists, with controlled patience, he was so close, and she had no idea.
"You have no idea how good it feels having your hands run over my body," he said on a sigh, pulling her to him and taking her mouth again. He pulled back then kissing down her jaw, to her collar bone.
"Are you ready?" he asked kissing up to her ear, nipping it with his teeth, he heard her moan "Yes". He pulled them both back, opened the door for her, as she slipped in her dress rode up. Slamming the door shut, he ran to the other side got in then they were off.
He was breathing heavily, and when Katie reached over and slid her hand up him thigh, he nearly crashed, righting the car in time so as not to go in a field, he looked her thinking he would see remorse for what could have happened. All he saw was mischief, her eyes sparkling, it was getting dark and by the time he pulled into his drive, there was a gorgeous sun behind them. Just then he had an idea.
They both got out at the same time, but instead of taking her into the house like she expected, Alex opened the boot of the jeep and got out a blanket, handing her it, he then lifted her in his arms and started up a little hill next to his place
"What...what are you doing," Katie stuttered, a little bewildered.
"I'm carrying you," he said smiling down at her.
"I see that, why?" she asked wriggling in his arms.
"I don't want you to ruin those shoes of yours, he said.
"But why are we going up a hill?" she asked having no clearer an idea what Alex was up to.
It didn't take to long to reach the top, and what she saw was amazing, was the only word that came to mind. The sky was a blast of blues, reds, yellows, and pinks. If she could paint, this would make an amazing picture. I t had everything the silhouette of the trees and a striking lake, reflecting the sun and the colours in the sky. It was just perfect.
"Here, Alex said, bringing her back to reality, he slid her down his body, the when she thought he was going to kiss her he took the blanket. He settled it on the ground, and patted the place in front of him.
Katie sat in front of him, legs in front, then Alex's arms came around her pulling her back against his chest, and there they sat till the sun disappeared.
Alex couldn't remember a time when he was so peaceful; he clutched Katie tighter to him, feeling her shiver.
"Are you cold? Do you want to leave," he said moving to get up.
"No, I want to stay here," she said clutching his arm, looking up at the now visible stars and the moon over head.
"A full moon, it feels so magical, like something from a fairytale," then she laughed, said how dumb that sounded, and blamed it on Texas air.
"I doesn't sound dumb," Alex said kissing her shoulder.
"Why can't we live in a fairytale?" He said sliding her dress strap down, and kissing her on the same spot as before.
"Because, real life isn't like that," she sighed.
"Who says," he said taking her chin in his hand turning her to face him.
She expected the kiss to be hard and demanding like before. But this kiss was gentle, he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, then kissed her again, so soft, she felt a tear run down her check. In that moment she knew it would be more than sex to her, it wasn't love was it, no; they hadn't known each other long enough. Could it happen that fast?
Just then Alex bent down to grab her legs and spin her so she was sitting on his lap.
He ran his finger softly down her cheek finding it wet, he pulled back, from the light of the moon, he could see another tear escaping, he rubbed it away with his thumb.
"What's wrong?" he asked kissing her wet cheek, then lying his cheek against hers started rocking her.
"Nothing," she said shaking her head, "Make love to me Alex," then she kissed him, the kiss of a woman in love, with a man she had no future with.
Burrowing his hand in her hair, Alex deepened the kiss, sliding her dress straps down, he reached for the zip. Sliding it down slowly, she gasped and shivered as her skin was exposed to the night air.
"Do you want to go inside," he said mistaking her reason for shivering again.
"No," she said holding onto his shoulders, she looked up into his eyes.
"Make love to me, here, under the stars, give me something to remember." She said sliding her hands down his back, starting to lift his shirt up from his jeans exposing his back.
She ran her hands up his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath her finger tips. She moved her hands to the front of his chest, and started unbuttoning his shirt, from the bottom up.
Alex starter kissing her shoulder, trailing his lips to her ear, hissing when Katie's fingers skimmed his skin, while stripping him.
"God I want you, Katie, I want you so much," he said ripping the front of her dress so her breasts spilled out. Batting her hands away, Alex ripped his shirt off and pulled her against him. The shock of skin on skin turned them on more, they were breathing heavy just looking at each other then they were kissing wildly, and trying to touch all the skin exposed.
They wrestled with the rest of there clothes till they were both naked and panting, with him on top and Katie pinned beneath his strong thighs.
"You look beautiful in the moonlight," Alex told her, using one hand to pin her arms above her head and the other to trail over her body. Alex touched where the moonlight reflected off her skin. Then looking at her body, like it was a peace of art, he kissed where the moon kissed her skin slowly trying to make this night unforgettable.
While he kissed her body, he slid his hand between her legs finding her wet, and hot, she writhed under him when he slid in a finger.
"Alex!" she said arching her back off the blanket.
Sliding in another finger, he started pumping them in and out of her; he could feel her muscles contract around his fingers. He started faster, then sliding his thumb over her clit, and she went up in flames, riling beneath him. When she opened her eyes it was to see him above her looking down at her, slowly letting go of her arms, he adjusted there position.
He settled himself between her thighs, her legs wrapped around his hips and looking into her eyes he plunged deep inside her. Waiting till she had adjusted to his size, he started to move, slow, and then with her grinding her hips, he got faster. He pulled out then pushed back in, hearing her scream faster, he went faster, the whole time Katie was wrapped around him, holding his shoulders, her legs gripping his hips. He felt her muscles, clench and knew she was close, he thought about spilling himself in her. Imagining her pregnant with his child was turning him on but he couldn't risk her getting pregnant. He couldn't do that to her.
"Katie, I'm not wearing anything, don't move" he said grabbing her hips to keep her still, while he pulled out.
"It's okay, pill...I'm on the pill," she said then twisted her hips. Feeling her shudder and scream her ecstasy, he pulled out, then slammed back in spilled his seed inside her, it felt incredible, nothing as a barrier between them, he thought then collapsed on her.
Chapter 3
After he and Katie had recovered, Alex pulled out of Katie and rolled onto his back. He kissed her cheeks and forehead while she drifted off to sleep. He moved away, stood up and grabbed his jeans and slid them. He zipped them up but left the top button undone. He knelt beside Katie, wrapped her in the blanket, picked her up and carried her home. After placing her on his bed he went back to grab everything he hadn't been able to carry the first time. When he got back she was awake.
She sat on the edge of the bed, the blanket wrapped around her body; she was just finishing tucking it between her breasts, like a towel. She must have felt his eyes on her for she looked up.
"I thought you left," she blurted out, then blushed. Great, sound like a clingy woman. Good going, Katie, she thought.
Instead of answering, Alex pulled her off the bed and into his arms. She melted against his body. He wanted to feel all of her, but the blanket was in the way. Impatiently, he tugged at the material, releasing it so that it slid down her body. After that was done, he went to work on his jeans, sliding the zip down to release his throbbing cock. Bending down, he slid his hands under her thighs.
"Wrap your legs around me," he said. He lifted her, waited until her legs were around his waist, and sank inside her. She was wet still and he slid right in. Walking back, he hit the wall. Pinning her arms to the side of her head, he pulled out then thrust in, hard.
"Oh...Alex..." she said as her head fell back against the wall. She tightened her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass. She tried to pull her arms away from the wall but he wouldn't allow it.
Thrusting inside her, he bent his head to take a nipple in his mouth. He felt her shudder and heard her cry out but he didn't stop; he let go of her arms only to pin them again, but this time they were palm to palm interlocking fingers. He kissed up her neck, her jaw, then took her mouth with a desperation he had never known. It's never been like this, he thought as she nipped at his neck.
"Ahh... Katie. God Katie, yes. That feels...oh..." With one last thrust he came, filling her as she was screaming her own release. He let go of her hands and she wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head on his shoulder.
Sliding out of her and setting her on the ground he hugged her to him, She held on tightly, her hands on his back, , burying her head against his chest.
"Oh, Alex..." He felt her smile against his chest and thought, she won't leave. He walked her to the bed so they went down together. He slid his jeans the rest of the way off, then with energy that surprised him, he lifted her and settled her in his bed. He slid in next to her, pulled the covers up and gathered her in his arms. He fell asleep with the feeling of her gentle breathing on his chest.
Alex looked down into Katie's face; he traced her cheek bones with the tip of his finger. He wanted so badly to wake her up and take her again, but resisted and instead got up and headed for a shower. A cold one.
When Katie woke she heard the shower running and smiled to herself. Stretching, she had a delicious feeling of pain from muscles rarely used. I've never had sex against a wall, or outside for that matter, she thought laughing out loud.
She heard the shower turn off and was bracing herself for the impact of Alex naked. He didn't disappoint; one hand held a towel around his waist, the other hand used a towel to dry his hair.
"Morning," she said. She got up, still naked and walked past him into the bathroom, then closed the door. She turned the shower on, waited for it too run hot then stepped inside, pulling the screen door closed.
In the bedroom, Alex dried himself and imagined how Katie must look; the water pouring down her body, droplets falling from her breasts, her head thrown back as the water trickled over her face, down her hair, her back to that delectable ass.
"Screw this," he said. He dropped the towel, pulled the door and walked into the bathroom. Sliding the door shut, he saw the shock and excitement in Katie's eyes.
"I was in the bedroom, imagining what you looked like in here," he said. He stepped into the shower with her, eyes fixed on hers.
"And this happened," he said, taking her hand and placing it between his legs so her hand cupped his dick.
"That is unfortunate," Katie said, squeezing him, "What are we going to do?" she said with a sparkle in her eye.
"I have a few ideas." He trapped her against the cubicle wall, ran his hands along her ribcage, up to her breasts.
"Mmmm...so do I," Katie said before running her hand in his head and tugging his head down so she could kiss him. Alex was trailing his hand to between her thighs when he heard something.
"Did you hear that?" he asked.
"No, I didn't..."
BANG BANG
"What the hell," he said as he slid the screen open.
"ALEX, ALEX!" A familiar female voice called from outside.
Alex and Katie looked at each other.
"Laura?" they said at the same time.
"What is she doing here?" Katie wondered.
"It must be about Chris," Alex said before grabbing a towel off the rail and heading down stairs.
Opening the door, Laura shoved pass him into the house.
"Laura, what is it, is it Chris?" he asked turning away from the door.
"No, it's not Chris. Katie's wasn't in her room this morning and no one has seen her since the party when she was seen leaving with you. Where is my little sister Alex?" She stood with her hands on her hips, very mother chick; Alex had never seen her like this.
"Laura, calm down, Katie's safe, she...err..."
"Is right here," Katie said from the staircase.
Praying she was wearing more than a towel he turned to look up at her. Her hair was wet, but she was wearing her dress.
"I was just in the shower when you banged on the door, what's up?" she asked trying not to laugh at the relieved look on Alex's face. He looked like a guilty boy who was being scolded by his mum for stealing cookies.
"What's up!" Laura screeched, bringing Katie's eyes back to her sister's face. Laura looked seriously pissed.
"What's up is you left a party without telling me where you were going, and when I went into your room I found you gone, I wouldn't have known where you were but for some giggling girls speculating what happened after you left with Alex" she said, spearing Alex with a look, then looked back at Katie then burst into tears.
"Oh, I didn't think. I'm sorry, Laura, I just didn't think." Katie ran down the stairs and took Laura in her arms, where Laura collapsed in a sobbing mess.
"It's not your...f...fault I shouldn't have over reacted. It's these hormones, they make me crazy," she said then started crying again. Katie looked at Alex, who looked as confused as she felt.
"Laura, what are you talking about?" Katie tried to sound soothing.
"I'm pr...pregnant. The doctor phoned this morning, that's why I went to see you...but you weren't there!" she said before dissolving into tears again.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry, but if I was back home, you wouldn't have got me at this time anyway." She hugged Laura tightly.
Back home those words hit Alex hard. Hearing those words made him realize he wanted her to stay with him, to think of Texas as home. He had hoped she thought last night was more than a holiday fling, because he was going to use last night and the nights to come to convince her to stay, with him.
Chapter 4
coming soon...
Friday, 5 February 2010
Masked Love
The mask you wear hides your eyes,
In your trousers there’s a big surprise.
Below your waist I cannot wait,
It would be something to celebrate.
To take you in my hand,
It’s more than I planned.
Your big hot and heavy
the thought of it makes
me heady.
I want you now.
I imagine the blood
pumping within your skin.
Spreading the wetness within
over the tip of your skin.
Your hands would no longer
remain at you side, but glide
down to my behind.
Pulling me into your embrace,
you whisper “I’m the one,” while
your hands slid under my gown
into mysteries unknown.
To love you is like a pain
In my heart, for you love
another so forever we must part.
Never to know the feel of our bodies
pressed so close, the feel of you behind
or inside me.
This want in me will never die,
but with you I will never lie.
In your trousers there’s a big surprise.
Below your waist I cannot wait,
It would be something to celebrate.
To take you in my hand,
It’s more than I planned.
Your big hot and heavy
the thought of it makes
me heady.
I want you now.
I imagine the blood
pumping within your skin.
Spreading the wetness within
over the tip of your skin.
Your hands would no longer
remain at you side, but glide
down to my behind.
Pulling me into your embrace,
you whisper “I’m the one,” while
your hands slid under my gown
into mysteries unknown.
To love you is like a pain
In my heart, for you love
another so forever we must part.
Never to know the feel of our bodies
pressed so close, the feel of you behind
or inside me.
This want in me will never die,
but with you I will never lie.
Monday, 1 February 2010
Costas 2010
The day on all accounts started really crappy the same crap at my work and the same feeling of wanting to quit if only I could afford it.
I spent my lunch at the café down the road; ah Costa’s its bloody expensive but worth it.
I was just sitting drinking my cappuccino and reading one of my romance novels when for some reason I looked up and ordering at the till was a guy. A guy who looked like he was straight out of an underwear magazine or a spots magazine, a magazine that has very hot guys modelling in it anyway. Our eyes caught and I smiled. I always smile its one of my traits, he smiled back. I really hoped he couldn’t read my mind for I was thinking, I wanted him chained to my bed covered in cream with me licking his torso and then making mad passionate love (what is it with me and poring stuff over guys? I thought.
I went back to reading my book cursing the main girl getting fucked while shackled to a bed huh maybe that’s where the chained fantasy came from. Suddenly my train of thought was interrupted as a shadow fell over my book. The guy I was fantasizing about was standing in front of me asking me what the book was about. I was not prepared at all. I was in my work clothes which are not flattering my hair pinned up and zero make up on and id just worked five hours straight.
FUCK thinking that I must look awful, I didn’t even look in a mirror before I left shit! I just sat staring at him wordless like an idiot he went to move I thought he was going to go but he took the seat opposite mine he was staying FANTASTIC but I still looked like crap so why?
I had nothing to lose so I asked why he would be interested in what I was reading. He replied I had a look of rapture on my face. I blushed of course I couldn’t tell him why so I told him it was just a romance novel. From then on we just made small talk. I didn’t know why he was bothering with me; we talked about work but never said what our jobs were. He was wearing casual jeans and a white shirt so I guessed maybe a bar tender. I looked at the clock and realised I had fifteen minutes to get back to my work so I excused myself and went to leave he stood up with me, we left together God he just screamed Sex, and his aftershave acted like an aphrodisiac.
We were walking through one of the alleys when suddenly he pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. It was hard, he pushed his tongue in my mouth, it felt extremely erotic with his body pinning me to the wall. He grabbed my hands that were around his neck and in his hair. Pinning them to the wall above my head, he leaded into my body, letting me feel everything. I felt his cock against my stomach and his abs against my nipples. If he pulled my trousers down and shagged me there and then I would have had no objections, I thought. Instead he pulled away and stared at me with those penetrating eyes and asked what time I finished work.
Breathlessly I said “six” or “sex” I’m not too sure so I said it again, he then smiled and bent to whisper in my ear.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you in the café and I know you wanted it too you dirty bitch”.
I just smiled at him it’s not in me to lie.
He then let go of my hands and stepped back, walking away he told me to meet him outside Costa’s when I finish. I was late for work as my legs were numb and without him pinning me to the wall I couldn’t stand and found myself slumped on the floor. When I finally found strength to get up I ran to my work, I had to work of all that sexual energy or Id be trying to have sex with my boss although that wouldn’t be such a bad thing except for it being frowned upon.
I threw myself in at work and got a lot done my colleagues wanted to know my secret I told them I had just had really good caffeine fix.
Six o’clock came and I found myself walking to Costa’s. You would think I would be scared I mean I didn’t even know his name, his job or what he planned but I felt excited. I haven’t had sex since that blind date he is back in America now were still in touch.
So there I was waiting outside Costa’s ten past six waiting for a man that could be planning to kill me or fuck me I hoped it was the later.
Half six and it started to rain; great I didn’t have an umbrella as I was cursing the rain someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into the rain. I screamed at the rain hitting my skin. It was the guy from the cafe. After my brain registered that I started screaming at him.
"I’m going to get wet" he pulled me into him kissed me.
“That’s the whole point,” he said and winked. After I had finished work I changed into my jeans and a tank top not the clothes for rain so I got very wet my hair, bag, shoes my top which became see-through oh the fun. But it was! It reminded me of when I was a kid and you craved the rain it might not have been the kind of wet I wanted to be but it was fun, another kind of fun. We jumped and kicked in puddles till we were exhausted and laughing I pushed him in a puddle then the rain started to stop. I helped him up and then he pulled me down an ally. I got wet just remembering what we had done less than five hours ago I was officially wet inside and out. But instead of pinning me to the wall again he kept walking still looking forward he said. “Sorry gorgeous but we need to get out of these clothes and not just because there wet.
He took me to his flat told me not to sit down anywhere and went away to get towels and turn the shower on. He came back with two towels and handed me one then took my hand and brought me into the bathroom. He started to peel my clothes off me. His hands on my skin gave me shivers, his fingers were soft when I snapped out of it, I was naked and him fully clothed he stepped aside and opened the shower door and motioned me to go in. When I stepped I realised it was like the TARDIS from Doctor Who bigger on the inside, when I reached the shower head the hot water was so welcome and then suddenly I had a naked guy behind me but I wasn’t complaining.
He squished some shower gel into his hands and started massaging it into my back and shoulders it smelt of him. He started to wash lower then he turned me around to face him and started washing my breasts then my stomach then his hand slipped inside me, I climaxed there and then it was sudden and extraordinary it shook me to the core. I looked up at him and he smiled when my orgasm subsided I raised my hand to his dick he was so hard and BIG! I knew what I wanted to do with it so I bent down and started licking the tip then the whole length, I took him in my mouth he was shuddering and growing bigger and was close to climaxing, he grabbed my shoulders suddenly.
“This is gona be over fast if you keep doing that,” he said breathlessly. We started kissing then, I was in the same position as the ally back pined to the wall his body pinning me and my hands pined above my head but this time there was no clothes and only one thing left to do. He penetrated me and waited for my body to adjust to his length Fuck me he was big I can still feel him. It didn’t take us long to climax after the shower we retired to his bed.
When I woke I checked my texts I had two missed calls and a text God how long was I with… that was when I realised I still didn’t know his name what I had just done finally registered.
“I have to get out of here” I said to myself. When I found all my clothes and bag I left without looking back.
I spent my lunch at the café down the road; ah Costa’s its bloody expensive but worth it.
I was just sitting drinking my cappuccino and reading one of my romance novels when for some reason I looked up and ordering at the till was a guy. A guy who looked like he was straight out of an underwear magazine or a spots magazine, a magazine that has very hot guys modelling in it anyway. Our eyes caught and I smiled. I always smile its one of my traits, he smiled back. I really hoped he couldn’t read my mind for I was thinking, I wanted him chained to my bed covered in cream with me licking his torso and then making mad passionate love (what is it with me and poring stuff over guys? I thought.
I went back to reading my book cursing the main girl getting fucked while shackled to a bed huh maybe that’s where the chained fantasy came from. Suddenly my train of thought was interrupted as a shadow fell over my book. The guy I was fantasizing about was standing in front of me asking me what the book was about. I was not prepared at all. I was in my work clothes which are not flattering my hair pinned up and zero make up on and id just worked five hours straight.
FUCK thinking that I must look awful, I didn’t even look in a mirror before I left shit! I just sat staring at him wordless like an idiot he went to move I thought he was going to go but he took the seat opposite mine he was staying FANTASTIC but I still looked like crap so why?
I had nothing to lose so I asked why he would be interested in what I was reading. He replied I had a look of rapture on my face. I blushed of course I couldn’t tell him why so I told him it was just a romance novel. From then on we just made small talk. I didn’t know why he was bothering with me; we talked about work but never said what our jobs were. He was wearing casual jeans and a white shirt so I guessed maybe a bar tender. I looked at the clock and realised I had fifteen minutes to get back to my work so I excused myself and went to leave he stood up with me, we left together God he just screamed Sex, and his aftershave acted like an aphrodisiac.
We were walking through one of the alleys when suddenly he pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. It was hard, he pushed his tongue in my mouth, it felt extremely erotic with his body pinning me to the wall. He grabbed my hands that were around his neck and in his hair. Pinning them to the wall above my head, he leaded into my body, letting me feel everything. I felt his cock against my stomach and his abs against my nipples. If he pulled my trousers down and shagged me there and then I would have had no objections, I thought. Instead he pulled away and stared at me with those penetrating eyes and asked what time I finished work.
Breathlessly I said “six” or “sex” I’m not too sure so I said it again, he then smiled and bent to whisper in my ear.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you in the café and I know you wanted it too you dirty bitch”.
I just smiled at him it’s not in me to lie.
He then let go of my hands and stepped back, walking away he told me to meet him outside Costa’s when I finish. I was late for work as my legs were numb and without him pinning me to the wall I couldn’t stand and found myself slumped on the floor. When I finally found strength to get up I ran to my work, I had to work of all that sexual energy or Id be trying to have sex with my boss although that wouldn’t be such a bad thing except for it being frowned upon.
I threw myself in at work and got a lot done my colleagues wanted to know my secret I told them I had just had really good caffeine fix.
Six o’clock came and I found myself walking to Costa’s. You would think I would be scared I mean I didn’t even know his name, his job or what he planned but I felt excited. I haven’t had sex since that blind date he is back in America now were still in touch.
So there I was waiting outside Costa’s ten past six waiting for a man that could be planning to kill me or fuck me I hoped it was the later.
Half six and it started to rain; great I didn’t have an umbrella as I was cursing the rain someone grabbed my hand and pulled me into the rain. I screamed at the rain hitting my skin. It was the guy from the cafe. After my brain registered that I started screaming at him.
"I’m going to get wet" he pulled me into him kissed me.
“That’s the whole point,” he said and winked. After I had finished work I changed into my jeans and a tank top not the clothes for rain so I got very wet my hair, bag, shoes my top which became see-through oh the fun. But it was! It reminded me of when I was a kid and you craved the rain it might not have been the kind of wet I wanted to be but it was fun, another kind of fun. We jumped and kicked in puddles till we were exhausted and laughing I pushed him in a puddle then the rain started to stop. I helped him up and then he pulled me down an ally. I got wet just remembering what we had done less than five hours ago I was officially wet inside and out. But instead of pinning me to the wall again he kept walking still looking forward he said. “Sorry gorgeous but we need to get out of these clothes and not just because there wet.
He took me to his flat told me not to sit down anywhere and went away to get towels and turn the shower on. He came back with two towels and handed me one then took my hand and brought me into the bathroom. He started to peel my clothes off me. His hands on my skin gave me shivers, his fingers were soft when I snapped out of it, I was naked and him fully clothed he stepped aside and opened the shower door and motioned me to go in. When I stepped I realised it was like the TARDIS from Doctor Who bigger on the inside, when I reached the shower head the hot water was so welcome and then suddenly I had a naked guy behind me but I wasn’t complaining.
He squished some shower gel into his hands and started massaging it into my back and shoulders it smelt of him. He started to wash lower then he turned me around to face him and started washing my breasts then my stomach then his hand slipped inside me, I climaxed there and then it was sudden and extraordinary it shook me to the core. I looked up at him and he smiled when my orgasm subsided I raised my hand to his dick he was so hard and BIG! I knew what I wanted to do with it so I bent down and started licking the tip then the whole length, I took him in my mouth he was shuddering and growing bigger and was close to climaxing, he grabbed my shoulders suddenly.
“This is gona be over fast if you keep doing that,” he said breathlessly. We started kissing then, I was in the same position as the ally back pined to the wall his body pinning me and my hands pined above my head but this time there was no clothes and only one thing left to do. He penetrated me and waited for my body to adjust to his length Fuck me he was big I can still feel him. It didn’t take us long to climax after the shower we retired to his bed.
When I woke I checked my texts I had two missed calls and a text God how long was I with… that was when I realised I still didn’t know his name what I had just done finally registered.
“I have to get out of here” I said to myself. When I found all my clothes and bag I left without looking back.
Monday, 14 September 2009
Cncussion
“I’m late, I’m late,” Jen muttered to herself. God, I sound like the rabbit from Alice in wonderland, although I would rather be meeting the Queen than my mum, Jen thought as she started to run.
Taking a sharp right to get to the café she ploughed right into a wall, then she was falling backward. Her head hit the pavement, then everything went black.
“Are you alright?” a dreamy voice asked her.
Slowly she opened her eyes, trying to find the person the voice belonged to. A man was leaning over her. He had deep green eyes and dark brown hair and he was…
“Gorgeous,” she blurted out, then dizziness and pain rushed through her and she closed her eyes again.
“Hey, come on now, open your eyes. Can you tell me your name?” the man asked.
“Go away,” Jenny mumbled, she felt like she had hundreds of rabbits thumping through her head.
“Gaway, is that foreign?” he said laughing.
Opening her eyes again she saw amusement in his. She took a deep breath and replied, “My name is Jen, and I told you to go away, which I think you heard the first time, Dick.”
Laughing he said, “It’s Dan, actually, but good guess.” If looks could kill, I'd be dead right now, he thought as he looked into those light blue and very mysterious eyes.
Standing up and holding out his hand to her he waited for her to take it, but instead she ignored it and scrambled up none to elegantly by herself. Giving him one last look, she turned and walked away.
Feisty, he thought with a smile. He was about to walk away but decided to catch up with her instead, as she had looked a little unsteady.
“Hey, Jen, wait up,” Dan called.
Turning to see who shouted made Jen dizzy and she would have crumbled to the ground if Dan hadn’t reached her in time. He held her by the shoulders to keep her upright. She stared up at him, unable to do anything but blink as her head began to throb.
“You really are gorgeous,” she said absently.
“So you said the first time, before calling me a Dick,” he said. He hooked his arms under her knees to carry her just as she passed out. She looked so innocent, like a kitten he thought, but then he remembered this particular kitten had claws. With that thought he saw the two of them together -- biting, clawing and kissing each other like two sex-starved maniacs. The way his jeans tightened he knew his body enjoyed the fantasy as well, but he forced the thoughts down. For all he knew, Jen was taken.
Not only was Jen taken, her fiancé was at that moment waiting with her mother and wondering where she was.
“I don’t know where that girl has got to. She knew we were meeting at ten. She’s never been very punctual, but I thought she would make an effort this time," Jen's mother said irritably, taping her nails against the table.
Yeah, well, when we're married that will change, Harry thought. This time next week Jennifer would be his -- and so would her money. Harry had light blond hair, blue eyes, and kept his tall, skinny frame immaculately. “Not to worry, Mrs Sharp, I am sure she’s just running late,” he assured his future mother-in-law.
“Mary, call me Mary; Mrs Sharp makes me feel old,” she said touching his hand. She thought how wonderful it was that her daughter had found such a nice young gentleman to marry.
While Mary and Henry pondered Jen's whereabouts, Dan was hailing a taxi to take her to a hospital. When it came he gently bundled her into the taxi and slid in beside her, laying her head on his lap. She was wearing jeans and a red jumper which should have clashed with the hair he was stroking. Dan wondered if it was dyed; it was such a rich red, like fire. It might account for her temper, he thought.
Maybe he would ask Jen when she woke up. He loved the way her name just rolled off his tongue and started imagining shouting her name while thrusting into her. That got him going again, and then she stirred in his lap bringing him back to the present.
I’m lying on something scratchy, was Jen's first thought. The next was, I’m moving. The last was, Someone’s stroking my hair. When she opened her eyes, she saw the back of a car seat.
What the hell? she thought. She lifted her head up only to have it gently nudged back down.
“It's okay, you’re safe. I’m taking you to hospital. You fainted,” Dan said matter-of-factly.
“I don’t faint,” she mumbled in protest.
“Well, you don’t hit your head every day, I bet. I’ve got a friend at the hospital and he can check you out just to make sure your not concussed or anything,” Dan told her.
What could she say? No, let me go? She couldn’t imagine he'd be taking her to the hospital if he had any ulterior motives. He’s right, I should get checked out. Fine, he can win this one, she decided, relaxing into his lap.
When the taxi stopped, Dan told her to stay put then ran to the other side and lifted her out again.
“I can walk you know,” she said. She noticed he smelt nice, not overpowering like Harry. Subtle but still nice.
“Yeah, but this makes me feel macho and heroic. Just let me play out my boyhood dream and you can be the damsel,” Dan said, walking calmly into the hospital.
“I’m not used to that role,” she said as she tried to get down.
“Come on, please? How many guys can say they became a spaceman or cowboy? Let me be your hero, just for today.” He gave her an imploring look.
Jen couldn’t help laughing. This guy is crazy, gorgeous and crazy, she thought as she looked at his face. He had great cheek bones, his nose had a bump where it had been broken and she could feel he had a great body under his shirt and jacket. His hair was a mess, a sexy mess; completely different from Harry’s, whose hair was always perfect with not a strand out of place.
“What do you say?” he asked, looking at her hopefully.
“My hero,” she said, laughing again. Dan grinned and entered the hospital, then went straight to the desk and asked for Alec.
He sat down, still holding her in his lap. She felt different with Dan than Harry, she realized. She had an urge to kiss Dan while any time Harry kissed her, she tried to avoid it. She had never known a man like Dan.
After a few minutes a tall, sandy-haired man with brown eyes came striding down the hall towards them.
“Hey, Dan, what’s up?” Alec said glancing at the woman in Dan’s arms.
“Hey. This is my…erm…friend, Jen. She fell and bumped her head. I was just wondering if you would check her out." He looked down at her. “Jen this is my friend Alec, we went to high school together. He’s an amazing doctor,” he said, flattering his friend.
“Nice to meet you, Jen, and you, Dan, are a really big kiss ass. Come this way,” Alec said and led them down the hall to a small examination room.
When she entered the consultation room he told her to sit on the bed. After much poking and prodding Alec declared she was fine but should watch out for concussion.
“I’ll look after her,” Dan said. He'd come back in the room after Alec had told him the exam was over. He felt very protective of her for some reason.
“I don’t need you to look after me,” she said. She felt warm knowing that he wanted to look after her, but she didn’t understand why he would. Jen had been independent since she was eleven; the last person to look after her was her dad. Her mother had been too busy modelling and touring to care for a child.
“Do you live alone?” he asked, breaking into her thoughts.
“What has that got to do with anything?” She was thrown off by the question. Why does he care? I’m a stranger to him and him to me, she thought, feeling that warm tingle again.
“You need someone to wake you every few hours to make sure you're okay,” Alec explained.
“Well, do you?” Dan asked again.
“Yes, I live alone,” she said defensively. She was about to add she was engaged but Dan started talking again.
“Well, that settles it, I'll come home with you, or you come with me,” he said like it was the obvious conclusion.
“Wait, what?” she said, thrown again. He keeps doing that, she thought irritably.
“It's like Alec said, so the question is,” he said standing before her, “my place or yours?” He crossed his arms as he waited for her answer.
“Yours,” she said before she could think. Truthfully, there was no-one to look after her. Her mother had paid a nanny to raise her and her fiancé was nice but she couldn’t see him playing nursemaid. The only reason she was marrying him was to get the money her dad left in the will; she had to marry to get it. The will was her fathers way of protecting her, she had always told her father she would never marry without love, but her friend Anne’s soon needed an operation so she needed to marry to get the money and Harry was an okay guy.
Harry knew that was the reason for the marriage. Harry was harmless and boring; she could do worse. You could do better, a little voice said. I really must have hit my head, she thought, and then she was lifted up into Dan’s arms again.
“I can set my alarm,” she said.
“It would be better if someone was there, so if you don’t wake you won’t be alone,” said Dan looking to Alec to back him up.
“Yes, it would be best,” Alec said taking his que from Dan, What is Dan up to Alec wondered.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a nervous voice when he didn’t put her on her feet.
“Well, I should think that’s obvious,” Dan said going out the door that Alec was holding open.
“I meant why are you carrying me? Didn’t you live out your fantasy before?” she said, flustered.
“Yes.”
With that he walked outside, slid her into a taxi then told the driver his address. Then he settled back and told her to relax.
He’s kidding, she thought. How am I supposed to relax when his aftershave is turning me on?
“How long till we get there?” she asked, looking out the window and seeing only rows of trees.
“Not long now. Why? Are you in pain? Alec gave me a prescription for painkillers while he was checking you out….” He knew he was babbling, but then he wondered if she could swallow the pills without a drink, and that thought made him think of something else being swallowed or sucked…
“Your destination,” the taxi driver said, interrupting his thoughts.
“Are you going to carry me again?” Jen asked.
“No,” he said, a bit too fast.
“Okay,” she said, and got out of the taxi.
Dan got out the other side, paid the taxi driver. He then rearranged his clothes and zipped his jacket, pulling it over his crotch before walking around the other side for Jen.
“Is this yours?” Jen asked looking up. The house was beautiful, brick stairs led up to the front door and a white balcony surrounded the cottage. The cottage was made of bricks, with white paint on the trimmings on the windows and door frames. She was delighted to see that it had a porch swing. I’ve always wanted to live somewhere that had a porch swing, she thought.
“Yeah, I’m fixing it up, then I’m going to sell it,” he said as he led her up the stairs to the door.
“Wait, sell it! Why not keep it, its beautiful!” she said, catching him up at the door.
“It's too big for me alone, why not sell to a family who can enjoy it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. He unlocked the door and stood back to let her enter first.
“Well, why don’t you get married,” she said as she walked in. The house was as beautiful inside as out. The décor was creams and browns. It looked like a show room. There was a book case full of books, murder novels from the spine of the books and some romances she had read herself. Closet romantic, she thought?
“It’s a little too soon to ask you to marry me. Besides, I'd never know if you married me for myself or for the house,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
“Funny guy,” she said, punching him on the shoulder as she walked by.
“You punch like a girl,” he said. He motioned her to follow him to the kitchen.
“Well, I am a girl if you haven’t noticed,” she said under her breath.
“It hasn’t escaped my notice,” he said. He turned and walked back towards her.
Jen stayed where she was. He looked like he was going to kiss her. Jen knew all she had to say was she was engaged and he would back off; she got the feeling he was a sound guy. But she wanted him to kiss her. She didn’t know why but she needed him to kiss her.
Dan was standing in front of her now, looking down into her eyes. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through her hair.
“Is this colour natural?” he asked.
“Yes, I get it from my father,” she said, struggling not to lean into him.
“It’s beautiful,” he said. He studied the hair in his hands, then let go and grabbed her chin and looked directly in her eyes. Then kissed her.
He grabbed her waist to bring her closer and she fit his body perfectly. She wrapped her arms around his neck to get closer to him, but then he stopped and suddenly let her go.
“I’m… bugger… Jen, I shouldn’t have done that, you should be resting. Bugger. Come on, I'll show you where you can sleep.” He said running his hands in his hair confused and turned before she could reply.
Jen followed him up the staircase and down the hall where he opened a door to a large room. It was blue with a king-sized bed in the middle.
“There’s a bathroom through there,” he said pointing to the door on the left.
“Okay, I'll grab you something to wear. I'll be back,” he said.
“Can I use your phone?" she asked, gesturing at the phone on the bedside table.
“Sure,” he yelled back, exiting like the hounds of hell were on his heels. Jen looked around then sat on the bed. then picked up the phone and called her mum.
Bloody hell, what was that? Dan thought as he went to his room. That kiss was like coming home. Oh God, that sounds like something out of a bad movie. He groaned, but that was how it had felt.
Dan didn’t do commitments or long relationships, and from that kiss Dan knew Jen was not a one-night-stand kind of girl. Opening his drawer, he grabbed a shirt and some boxers for her and headed back to her room. He couldn’t help imagining her wearing his clothes. Dumping the clothes on the bed for her he started to strip out of his own while making his way to a cold shower.
Jen was in the bedroom trying to explain to her mother why she missed dinner, but as always her mother wasn’t listening.
“I know, Mary….yes…something…I realise… just…I’m at a friend's…MUM…yes, I know you don’t like me calling you that, but…no, I wont be home…long story…Harry will get over it…yes, I know I’m lucky…yes, he’s a great guy, Mary I have to go,” she said before hanging up and sighing, somethings never change, she thought.
Her mother had always been Mary, never 'Mum.' She had never been close to her mother. Mary had always been on fashion shoots when she was young, so she had been closer with her dad. When she was born, her father became part-time in his business and raised her with the help of her nanny. He had died when she was eleven years old, a robbery gone wrong. She still had nightmares about it.
Fourteen years ago
Jen woke up after hearing a noise down stairs. Her father came in to her room to make sure she was okay, and then told her to call 999 and stay in her room and lock the door.
Her father headed down stairs and after ending the call she ignored his order and followed after him, making sure to keep a distance so he didn’t know. She knelt down half way down the stairs and saw her father grab a knife from the kitchen drawer. She could hear someone in the living room but couldn’t see, so silently walked to the doorway to get a better look.
Her father walked into the living room, and when close enough to the stranger he told him to leave. Her father was holding the knife when another man came up behind him and tried to get the knife. Jen had screamed a warning for her dad but the man attacked from behind, before her dad could move. The man in front spun and grabbed the knife as they all went down.
“Hide Jen,” her father shouted to her and she ran to the closet under the stairs. She heard screams and shouts then heard the police sirens which must have scared the robbers. They panicked, she heard one call out, “Leave him, we gotta go.” When she heard the back door close she came out of hiding and ran into the living room to find her dad. He was lying face down on the floor, his eyes closed, a puddle of red underneath him.
At the time she didn’t understand, but when she crossed over to his body to wake him and he didn’t. She knew he had left her. He was gone.
Hearing the door open she looked up into Dan’s eyes and she just wished he would hug her.
“You okay?” he asked. taking in her pale skin and the sad look in her eyes. Did I do that? he thought, feeling like the dick she had called him. Nah, she was fine when I left, then why…
“I’m fine, just tired. Have you got that shirt?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said handing it to her, then sitting on the bed with her.
“You sure you’re okay?” he said looking closer.
“I’m fine, Dan, I just need to sleep,” she snapped at him, then felt terrible, "I’m sorry I snapped” she said quietly, twisting his shirt in her hands.
“I'll keep waking you up to make sure you're okay. Night, Jen,” he said. He stood up and walked out, closing the door behind him.
“'Night, Dan,” she said softly when the door had closed. She changed and crawled into bed.
Dan was tidying the kitchen and living room while Jen slept, trying to get his mind off the kiss. We didn’t even use tongues, he thought, frustrated. The phone rang.
“Hello…Jenifer? Oh, you mean Jen. She’s sleeping, can I take a message?” he asked, listening to the women on the phone.
“Her fiancé… Sure, I'll tell her. Okay, bye,” he said.
Fiancé. She’s engaged, he thought as he put down the phone. Well she’s beautiful, feisty; why wouldn’t she be engaged? But then why would she come home with him, and what was her fiancé like, he wondered.
The woman on the phone had asked him to remind Jen -- no, Jenifer -- that her fiancé had booked a restaurant for tomorrow night at eight. She didn’t act like an engaged woman, he thought. Not that he really knew how engaged women should act, he realized.
Well, they're not supposed to stay with strangers or call them heroes or kiss them, he grumbled to himself…Then he tried to think about it rationally. Why was she here? She had said because no-one could look after her at home, but if she was engaged, then what the f… His thoughts were getting him nowhere, so he went upstairs to ask Jen herself. He had to wake her up anyway, he rationalized.
Taking a sharp right to get to the café she ploughed right into a wall, then she was falling backward. Her head hit the pavement, then everything went black.
“Are you alright?” a dreamy voice asked her.
Slowly she opened her eyes, trying to find the person the voice belonged to. A man was leaning over her. He had deep green eyes and dark brown hair and he was…
“Gorgeous,” she blurted out, then dizziness and pain rushed through her and she closed her eyes again.
“Hey, come on now, open your eyes. Can you tell me your name?” the man asked.
“Go away,” Jenny mumbled, she felt like she had hundreds of rabbits thumping through her head.
“Gaway, is that foreign?” he said laughing.
Opening her eyes again she saw amusement in his. She took a deep breath and replied, “My name is Jen, and I told you to go away, which I think you heard the first time, Dick.”
Laughing he said, “It’s Dan, actually, but good guess.” If looks could kill, I'd be dead right now, he thought as he looked into those light blue and very mysterious eyes.
Standing up and holding out his hand to her he waited for her to take it, but instead she ignored it and scrambled up none to elegantly by herself. Giving him one last look, she turned and walked away.
Feisty, he thought with a smile. He was about to walk away but decided to catch up with her instead, as she had looked a little unsteady.
“Hey, Jen, wait up,” Dan called.
Turning to see who shouted made Jen dizzy and she would have crumbled to the ground if Dan hadn’t reached her in time. He held her by the shoulders to keep her upright. She stared up at him, unable to do anything but blink as her head began to throb.
“You really are gorgeous,” she said absently.
“So you said the first time, before calling me a Dick,” he said. He hooked his arms under her knees to carry her just as she passed out. She looked so innocent, like a kitten he thought, but then he remembered this particular kitten had claws. With that thought he saw the two of them together -- biting, clawing and kissing each other like two sex-starved maniacs. The way his jeans tightened he knew his body enjoyed the fantasy as well, but he forced the thoughts down. For all he knew, Jen was taken.
Not only was Jen taken, her fiancé was at that moment waiting with her mother and wondering where she was.
“I don’t know where that girl has got to. She knew we were meeting at ten. She’s never been very punctual, but I thought she would make an effort this time," Jen's mother said irritably, taping her nails against the table.
Yeah, well, when we're married that will change, Harry thought. This time next week Jennifer would be his -- and so would her money. Harry had light blond hair, blue eyes, and kept his tall, skinny frame immaculately. “Not to worry, Mrs Sharp, I am sure she’s just running late,” he assured his future mother-in-law.
“Mary, call me Mary; Mrs Sharp makes me feel old,” she said touching his hand. She thought how wonderful it was that her daughter had found such a nice young gentleman to marry.
While Mary and Henry pondered Jen's whereabouts, Dan was hailing a taxi to take her to a hospital. When it came he gently bundled her into the taxi and slid in beside her, laying her head on his lap. She was wearing jeans and a red jumper which should have clashed with the hair he was stroking. Dan wondered if it was dyed; it was such a rich red, like fire. It might account for her temper, he thought.
Maybe he would ask Jen when she woke up. He loved the way her name just rolled off his tongue and started imagining shouting her name while thrusting into her. That got him going again, and then she stirred in his lap bringing him back to the present.
I’m lying on something scratchy, was Jen's first thought. The next was, I’m moving. The last was, Someone’s stroking my hair. When she opened her eyes, she saw the back of a car seat.
What the hell? she thought. She lifted her head up only to have it gently nudged back down.
“It's okay, you’re safe. I’m taking you to hospital. You fainted,” Dan said matter-of-factly.
“I don’t faint,” she mumbled in protest.
“Well, you don’t hit your head every day, I bet. I’ve got a friend at the hospital and he can check you out just to make sure your not concussed or anything,” Dan told her.
What could she say? No, let me go? She couldn’t imagine he'd be taking her to the hospital if he had any ulterior motives. He’s right, I should get checked out. Fine, he can win this one, she decided, relaxing into his lap.
When the taxi stopped, Dan told her to stay put then ran to the other side and lifted her out again.
“I can walk you know,” she said. She noticed he smelt nice, not overpowering like Harry. Subtle but still nice.
“Yeah, but this makes me feel macho and heroic. Just let me play out my boyhood dream and you can be the damsel,” Dan said, walking calmly into the hospital.
“I’m not used to that role,” she said as she tried to get down.
“Come on, please? How many guys can say they became a spaceman or cowboy? Let me be your hero, just for today.” He gave her an imploring look.
Jen couldn’t help laughing. This guy is crazy, gorgeous and crazy, she thought as she looked at his face. He had great cheek bones, his nose had a bump where it had been broken and she could feel he had a great body under his shirt and jacket. His hair was a mess, a sexy mess; completely different from Harry’s, whose hair was always perfect with not a strand out of place.
“What do you say?” he asked, looking at her hopefully.
“My hero,” she said, laughing again. Dan grinned and entered the hospital, then went straight to the desk and asked for Alec.
He sat down, still holding her in his lap. She felt different with Dan than Harry, she realized. She had an urge to kiss Dan while any time Harry kissed her, she tried to avoid it. She had never known a man like Dan.
After a few minutes a tall, sandy-haired man with brown eyes came striding down the hall towards them.
“Hey, Dan, what’s up?” Alec said glancing at the woman in Dan’s arms.
“Hey. This is my…erm…friend, Jen. She fell and bumped her head. I was just wondering if you would check her out." He looked down at her. “Jen this is my friend Alec, we went to high school together. He’s an amazing doctor,” he said, flattering his friend.
“Nice to meet you, Jen, and you, Dan, are a really big kiss ass. Come this way,” Alec said and led them down the hall to a small examination room.
When she entered the consultation room he told her to sit on the bed. After much poking and prodding Alec declared she was fine but should watch out for concussion.
“I’ll look after her,” Dan said. He'd come back in the room after Alec had told him the exam was over. He felt very protective of her for some reason.
“I don’t need you to look after me,” she said. She felt warm knowing that he wanted to look after her, but she didn’t understand why he would. Jen had been independent since she was eleven; the last person to look after her was her dad. Her mother had been too busy modelling and touring to care for a child.
“Do you live alone?” he asked, breaking into her thoughts.
“What has that got to do with anything?” She was thrown off by the question. Why does he care? I’m a stranger to him and him to me, she thought, feeling that warm tingle again.
“You need someone to wake you every few hours to make sure you're okay,” Alec explained.
“Well, do you?” Dan asked again.
“Yes, I live alone,” she said defensively. She was about to add she was engaged but Dan started talking again.
“Well, that settles it, I'll come home with you, or you come with me,” he said like it was the obvious conclusion.
“Wait, what?” she said, thrown again. He keeps doing that, she thought irritably.
“It's like Alec said, so the question is,” he said standing before her, “my place or yours?” He crossed his arms as he waited for her answer.
“Yours,” she said before she could think. Truthfully, there was no-one to look after her. Her mother had paid a nanny to raise her and her fiancé was nice but she couldn’t see him playing nursemaid. The only reason she was marrying him was to get the money her dad left in the will; she had to marry to get it. The will was her fathers way of protecting her, she had always told her father she would never marry without love, but her friend Anne’s soon needed an operation so she needed to marry to get the money and Harry was an okay guy.
Harry knew that was the reason for the marriage. Harry was harmless and boring; she could do worse. You could do better, a little voice said. I really must have hit my head, she thought, and then she was lifted up into Dan’s arms again.
“I can set my alarm,” she said.
“It would be better if someone was there, so if you don’t wake you won’t be alone,” said Dan looking to Alec to back him up.
“Yes, it would be best,” Alec said taking his que from Dan, What is Dan up to Alec wondered.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a nervous voice when he didn’t put her on her feet.
“Well, I should think that’s obvious,” Dan said going out the door that Alec was holding open.
“I meant why are you carrying me? Didn’t you live out your fantasy before?” she said, flustered.
“Yes.”
With that he walked outside, slid her into a taxi then told the driver his address. Then he settled back and told her to relax.
He’s kidding, she thought. How am I supposed to relax when his aftershave is turning me on?
“How long till we get there?” she asked, looking out the window and seeing only rows of trees.
“Not long now. Why? Are you in pain? Alec gave me a prescription for painkillers while he was checking you out….” He knew he was babbling, but then he wondered if she could swallow the pills without a drink, and that thought made him think of something else being swallowed or sucked…
“Your destination,” the taxi driver said, interrupting his thoughts.
“Are you going to carry me again?” Jen asked.
“No,” he said, a bit too fast.
“Okay,” she said, and got out of the taxi.
Dan got out the other side, paid the taxi driver. He then rearranged his clothes and zipped his jacket, pulling it over his crotch before walking around the other side for Jen.
“Is this yours?” Jen asked looking up. The house was beautiful, brick stairs led up to the front door and a white balcony surrounded the cottage. The cottage was made of bricks, with white paint on the trimmings on the windows and door frames. She was delighted to see that it had a porch swing. I’ve always wanted to live somewhere that had a porch swing, she thought.
“Yeah, I’m fixing it up, then I’m going to sell it,” he said as he led her up the stairs to the door.
“Wait, sell it! Why not keep it, its beautiful!” she said, catching him up at the door.
“It's too big for me alone, why not sell to a family who can enjoy it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. He unlocked the door and stood back to let her enter first.
“Well, why don’t you get married,” she said as she walked in. The house was as beautiful inside as out. The décor was creams and browns. It looked like a show room. There was a book case full of books, murder novels from the spine of the books and some romances she had read herself. Closet romantic, she thought?
“It’s a little too soon to ask you to marry me. Besides, I'd never know if you married me for myself or for the house,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
“Funny guy,” she said, punching him on the shoulder as she walked by.
“You punch like a girl,” he said. He motioned her to follow him to the kitchen.
“Well, I am a girl if you haven’t noticed,” she said under her breath.
“It hasn’t escaped my notice,” he said. He turned and walked back towards her.
Jen stayed where she was. He looked like he was going to kiss her. Jen knew all she had to say was she was engaged and he would back off; she got the feeling he was a sound guy. But she wanted him to kiss her. She didn’t know why but she needed him to kiss her.
Dan was standing in front of her now, looking down into her eyes. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through her hair.
“Is this colour natural?” he asked.
“Yes, I get it from my father,” she said, struggling not to lean into him.
“It’s beautiful,” he said. He studied the hair in his hands, then let go and grabbed her chin and looked directly in her eyes. Then kissed her.
He grabbed her waist to bring her closer and she fit his body perfectly. She wrapped her arms around his neck to get closer to him, but then he stopped and suddenly let her go.
“I’m… bugger… Jen, I shouldn’t have done that, you should be resting. Bugger. Come on, I'll show you where you can sleep.” He said running his hands in his hair confused and turned before she could reply.
Jen followed him up the staircase and down the hall where he opened a door to a large room. It was blue with a king-sized bed in the middle.
“There’s a bathroom through there,” he said pointing to the door on the left.
“Okay, I'll grab you something to wear. I'll be back,” he said.
“Can I use your phone?" she asked, gesturing at the phone on the bedside table.
“Sure,” he yelled back, exiting like the hounds of hell were on his heels. Jen looked around then sat on the bed. then picked up the phone and called her mum.
Bloody hell, what was that? Dan thought as he went to his room. That kiss was like coming home. Oh God, that sounds like something out of a bad movie. He groaned, but that was how it had felt.
Dan didn’t do commitments or long relationships, and from that kiss Dan knew Jen was not a one-night-stand kind of girl. Opening his drawer, he grabbed a shirt and some boxers for her and headed back to her room. He couldn’t help imagining her wearing his clothes. Dumping the clothes on the bed for her he started to strip out of his own while making his way to a cold shower.
Jen was in the bedroom trying to explain to her mother why she missed dinner, but as always her mother wasn’t listening.
“I know, Mary….yes…something…I realise… just…I’m at a friend's…MUM…yes, I know you don’t like me calling you that, but…no, I wont be home…long story…Harry will get over it…yes, I know I’m lucky…yes, he’s a great guy, Mary I have to go,” she said before hanging up and sighing, somethings never change, she thought.
Her mother had always been Mary, never 'Mum.' She had never been close to her mother. Mary had always been on fashion shoots when she was young, so she had been closer with her dad. When she was born, her father became part-time in his business and raised her with the help of her nanny. He had died when she was eleven years old, a robbery gone wrong. She still had nightmares about it.
Fourteen years ago
Jen woke up after hearing a noise down stairs. Her father came in to her room to make sure she was okay, and then told her to call 999 and stay in her room and lock the door.
Her father headed down stairs and after ending the call she ignored his order and followed after him, making sure to keep a distance so he didn’t know. She knelt down half way down the stairs and saw her father grab a knife from the kitchen drawer. She could hear someone in the living room but couldn’t see, so silently walked to the doorway to get a better look.
Her father walked into the living room, and when close enough to the stranger he told him to leave. Her father was holding the knife when another man came up behind him and tried to get the knife. Jen had screamed a warning for her dad but the man attacked from behind, before her dad could move. The man in front spun and grabbed the knife as they all went down.
“Hide Jen,” her father shouted to her and she ran to the closet under the stairs. She heard screams and shouts then heard the police sirens which must have scared the robbers. They panicked, she heard one call out, “Leave him, we gotta go.” When she heard the back door close she came out of hiding and ran into the living room to find her dad. He was lying face down on the floor, his eyes closed, a puddle of red underneath him.
At the time she didn’t understand, but when she crossed over to his body to wake him and he didn’t. She knew he had left her. He was gone.
Hearing the door open she looked up into Dan’s eyes and she just wished he would hug her.
“You okay?” he asked. taking in her pale skin and the sad look in her eyes. Did I do that? he thought, feeling like the dick she had called him. Nah, she was fine when I left, then why…
“I’m fine, just tired. Have you got that shirt?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said handing it to her, then sitting on the bed with her.
“You sure you’re okay?” he said looking closer.
“I’m fine, Dan, I just need to sleep,” she snapped at him, then felt terrible, "I’m sorry I snapped” she said quietly, twisting his shirt in her hands.
“I'll keep waking you up to make sure you're okay. Night, Jen,” he said. He stood up and walked out, closing the door behind him.
“'Night, Dan,” she said softly when the door had closed. She changed and crawled into bed.
Dan was tidying the kitchen and living room while Jen slept, trying to get his mind off the kiss. We didn’t even use tongues, he thought, frustrated. The phone rang.
“Hello…Jenifer? Oh, you mean Jen. She’s sleeping, can I take a message?” he asked, listening to the women on the phone.
“Her fiancé… Sure, I'll tell her. Okay, bye,” he said.
Fiancé. She’s engaged, he thought as he put down the phone. Well she’s beautiful, feisty; why wouldn’t she be engaged? But then why would she come home with him, and what was her fiancé like, he wondered.
The woman on the phone had asked him to remind Jen -- no, Jenifer -- that her fiancé had booked a restaurant for tomorrow night at eight. She didn’t act like an engaged woman, he thought. Not that he really knew how engaged women should act, he realized.
Well, they're not supposed to stay with strangers or call them heroes or kiss them, he grumbled to himself…Then he tried to think about it rationally. Why was she here? She had said because no-one could look after her at home, but if she was engaged, then what the f… His thoughts were getting him nowhere, so he went upstairs to ask Jen herself. He had to wake her up anyway, he rationalized.
Friday, 8 May 2009
The delivery boy
A bell that's what woke me, the front door, the post probably I sleepily thought looked at my phone nearly ten o'clock grunting I grabbed a shirt to throw over myself and went to answer the door.
It was a man at the door well a teen maybe in his 20s longish blond hair to his neck covered by a cap, wearing baggy jeans, baggy top looking at me a bit stunned after a while he then shook his head then asked me to sign for the delivery. After I did he brought it in then left, he was heading out the gate when he suddenly turned and looking me up and down and asked.
"Do you always answer the door dressed like that?”
The answer is yes its ten in the morning, I don't wear clothes around the house when I have no need I wasn't going anywhere. I'm usually answering the door in my under ware and shirt or pyjama top but the thing is I have long legs so its hard to get PJ' bottoms to fit so its usually just girls boxers on my bottom half and I like to sleep naked so the answer to his question was.
"Yes” laughing I continued.
"Why has no one ever answered the door looking like me before?" I asked smiling.
"No way" was his answer still looking at me amazed he turned and left. Oh well I guess that makes me special I though as I shut the door and headed upstairs.
After falling into bed and finding where I left of on my book the door went again, after saying some very unlady like things I went downstairs to answer the door. Assuming it was the postman this time I was shocked when it was the delivery guy confused I looked at him letting my imagination run away did he come back for me is he going to come in and...
"Details on the box" looking at him after his outburst he went on to explain he needed to get some details of the parcel. I pointed to where I shoved the parcel after he gave me it and he crouched down to the box.
Okay time for a mental check I was letting my imagination run away with me but a girl can dream cant she. I stood looking out the door while he was down at my feet doing...well doing whatever he was doing, I saw it was still raining. That was the reason I was at home, I should have been at the museum but didn't fancy waiting around on buses so here I was making small talk with the delivery boy and fantasying about him naked. We talked about the weather, how long he had done the job pointless talk, while I was looking out the door I could see him at the corner of my eye looking at my legs and my butt. It was harmless so I didn't point it out but wondered what I would do if he decided to run his hand up my leg, his t-shirt was brushing against my leg now, he must have moved, suddenly he stood up. He was finished with the parcel and had all the information and would be gone soon it kind made me sad I mean he was a stranger it shouldn't matter but I didn't want him to go. While heading out the gate he stooped and looked at me then he asked if he could come in. At first I was shocked then realised I must be daydreaming but no it was real he wanted to come in. Now first of all I hadn't had sex since October and it was now April and I had just turned 20 but that was no excuse for what I did, and what did I do, I stood back and he came in.
There we were standing in my kitchen just looking at each other I felt faint so decided to go sit down in the living room he followed. I sat on the couch for a few seconds then stood and went back to the kitchen but he stopped me in the hallway with a simple touch to my arm, then he skinned his hand down my arm to my hand then holding my hand he kissed me and then before I knew it we were kissing passionately. I had my back to the wall and he was grinding against me biting my lips and lifting my top, holding my breasts, rubbing my nipples, then my legs were wrapped around him. I lost all thought it seemed like a dream this kind of stuff doesn't happen ...well apparently it does, as he was kissing me he asked if I had anything protection. Hey did I not get a say? Isn't he taking allot for granted? While thinking that his hand was busy travelling from my ribs to my pants then I couldn't think anymore after the first orgasm and I found myself climbing the stairs, on wobbly legs to go get some condoms. Grabbing one I started to think.
"What am I doing I don't know his name, he could have killed me could still! But my libido over ruled and decided what the fuck
"Live life!" This is my personal saying. So I went back down, he grabbed the condom pushed me against the wall again then after a few shaky attempts due to his hands shaking he was protected and in me right to the hilt. God it felt great my legs wrapped around him while he banged me against the wall. I came twice then he came digging his nails into my arse. He then put me on my feet turned me so I faced the wall then fingered me from behind, my hands flat against the wall the only noise our breathing, then I came again my God he was good with his hands. .After we were spent he went to the bathroom to clean up; after he came down I was wearing his cap that I had ripped off he grabbed it, kissed me on the lips and said goodbye. After he was gone I lent against the wall and slid down it till I was on the floor after a few minuets I picked myself up off the floor and went up stairs and ran a shower I swear my life is like a TV drama.
It was a man at the door well a teen maybe in his 20s longish blond hair to his neck covered by a cap, wearing baggy jeans, baggy top looking at me a bit stunned after a while he then shook his head then asked me to sign for the delivery. After I did he brought it in then left, he was heading out the gate when he suddenly turned and looking me up and down and asked.
"Do you always answer the door dressed like that?”
The answer is yes its ten in the morning, I don't wear clothes around the house when I have no need I wasn't going anywhere. I'm usually answering the door in my under ware and shirt or pyjama top but the thing is I have long legs so its hard to get PJ' bottoms to fit so its usually just girls boxers on my bottom half and I like to sleep naked so the answer to his question was.
"Yes” laughing I continued.
"Why has no one ever answered the door looking like me before?" I asked smiling.
"No way" was his answer still looking at me amazed he turned and left. Oh well I guess that makes me special I though as I shut the door and headed upstairs.
After falling into bed and finding where I left of on my book the door went again, after saying some very unlady like things I went downstairs to answer the door. Assuming it was the postman this time I was shocked when it was the delivery guy confused I looked at him letting my imagination run away did he come back for me is he going to come in and...
"Details on the box" looking at him after his outburst he went on to explain he needed to get some details of the parcel. I pointed to where I shoved the parcel after he gave me it and he crouched down to the box.
Okay time for a mental check I was letting my imagination run away with me but a girl can dream cant she. I stood looking out the door while he was down at my feet doing...well doing whatever he was doing, I saw it was still raining. That was the reason I was at home, I should have been at the museum but didn't fancy waiting around on buses so here I was making small talk with the delivery boy and fantasying about him naked. We talked about the weather, how long he had done the job pointless talk, while I was looking out the door I could see him at the corner of my eye looking at my legs and my butt. It was harmless so I didn't point it out but wondered what I would do if he decided to run his hand up my leg, his t-shirt was brushing against my leg now, he must have moved, suddenly he stood up. He was finished with the parcel and had all the information and would be gone soon it kind made me sad I mean he was a stranger it shouldn't matter but I didn't want him to go. While heading out the gate he stooped and looked at me then he asked if he could come in. At first I was shocked then realised I must be daydreaming but no it was real he wanted to come in. Now first of all I hadn't had sex since October and it was now April and I had just turned 20 but that was no excuse for what I did, and what did I do, I stood back and he came in.
There we were standing in my kitchen just looking at each other I felt faint so decided to go sit down in the living room he followed. I sat on the couch for a few seconds then stood and went back to the kitchen but he stopped me in the hallway with a simple touch to my arm, then he skinned his hand down my arm to my hand then holding my hand he kissed me and then before I knew it we were kissing passionately. I had my back to the wall and he was grinding against me biting my lips and lifting my top, holding my breasts, rubbing my nipples, then my legs were wrapped around him. I lost all thought it seemed like a dream this kind of stuff doesn't happen ...well apparently it does, as he was kissing me he asked if I had anything protection. Hey did I not get a say? Isn't he taking allot for granted? While thinking that his hand was busy travelling from my ribs to my pants then I couldn't think anymore after the first orgasm and I found myself climbing the stairs, on wobbly legs to go get some condoms. Grabbing one I started to think.
"What am I doing I don't know his name, he could have killed me could still! But my libido over ruled and decided what the fuck
"Live life!" This is my personal saying. So I went back down, he grabbed the condom pushed me against the wall again then after a few shaky attempts due to his hands shaking he was protected and in me right to the hilt. God it felt great my legs wrapped around him while he banged me against the wall. I came twice then he came digging his nails into my arse. He then put me on my feet turned me so I faced the wall then fingered me from behind, my hands flat against the wall the only noise our breathing, then I came again my God he was good with his hands. .After we were spent he went to the bathroom to clean up; after he came down I was wearing his cap that I had ripped off he grabbed it, kissed me on the lips and said goodbye. After he was gone I lent against the wall and slid down it till I was on the floor after a few minuets I picked myself up off the floor and went up stairs and ran a shower I swear my life is like a TV drama.
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Masked stranger
He was behind her the masked stranger she
could feel the heat of his body, then his
arms came around her and pulled her into
his chest, she went willingly.
He brushed her hair to one side then his
lips were on the side of her neck, soft
lips barely kissing her just a brush a
whisper of a touch that made her shiver.
Suddenly he stepped back, she immediately
missed his presence then she felt warmth
enclose her, his jacket then his arms were
back around her
“He thought I was cold” She thought a smile
coming to her lips.
“Come with me” He whispered close to her ear
making her shiver her breath faster she felt faint
“Could this be happening” She whispered.
He took hold of her hand and turned her to him,
touching her chin to pull her gaze up to look
up into those deep green eyes
"You could get lost in them" She thought.
He was looking back like he could see into her
soul and knew what she wanted, knew if she said
“No” She meant
“Yes” Knew she had no say her body her eyes the
way she was breathing told him all he needed to know.
could feel the heat of his body, then his
arms came around her and pulled her into
his chest, she went willingly.
He brushed her hair to one side then his
lips were on the side of her neck, soft
lips barely kissing her just a brush a
whisper of a touch that made her shiver.
Suddenly he stepped back, she immediately
missed his presence then she felt warmth
enclose her, his jacket then his arms were
back around her
“He thought I was cold” She thought a smile
coming to her lips.
“Come with me” He whispered close to her ear
making her shiver her breath faster she felt faint
“Could this be happening” She whispered.
He took hold of her hand and turned her to him,
touching her chin to pull her gaze up to look
up into those deep green eyes
"You could get lost in them" She thought.
He was looking back like he could see into her
soul and knew what she wanted, knew if she said
“No” She meant
“Yes” Knew she had no say her body her eyes the
way she was breathing told him all he needed to know.
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