Authors: Rebecca Abbott
Michael clasped my hand and stroked it with his thumb. Then he stood up and came around to where I sat on the other side of the table.
“I too, have greatly enjoyed your company. In all of my years on the road, I have never felt anything close to what I have felt with you in these last few days and I don’t want it to end.” With that, Michael took a knee and I stopped breathing.
He looked me deeply into my eyes again and it felt as though the world had stopped turning. Michael reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a black suede box. He only let go of my hand to open it revealing the most beautiful ring that I had ever seen.
“Kathleen Jones, will you be my wife?” Michael asked. I finally took a breath.
“Oh my God! Yes!” I screamed. “Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, Michael! Oh my God!” I held out my left hand as Michael slid the sterling silver diamond encrusted ring onto my finger. I jumped up to embrace Michael, wrapping my arms around his neck as I peered behind him at the ring on my finger. I felt on top of the world. My heart was light and I felt amazing.
Michael whispered into my ears, “We can get a house anywhere you want. You’ll never have to clean a bathroom again if you don’t want to.” Tears silently streamed down my face, I was so happy. I wrapped my lips around Michael’s in response and we kissed passionately, caressing all over each other. “Are you ready to get out of here?” Michael asked me. I was still crying as I nodded yes.
Michael called us a cab and we rode it back to the Hilton. When we got to the suite, there were vases of beautiful red roses on every surface and rose petals covering the floor and all over the furniture. Michael barely had time to shut the door before I was all over him. We kissed as he lifted me up into his arms and carried me to the bed. Michael laid me down and gently removed my shoes before rubbing my feet. Then he kissed each toe and each arch, sucking gently on my ankles. Michael kissed and suckled from my toes up to my inner thighs. We locked eyes as he lifted my dress up and over my head, revealing the red lace lingerie set that I was wearing underneath. Michael removed his suit jacket and I helped him remove his shirt. Then I unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants as we worked together to get him out of them. Now all he wore were black boxer briefs and a pair of black socks. He was standing at attention and I felt my breath quicken as he descended upon me, putting his lips on mine. He sucked on my juicy bottom lip as our tongues danced within my mouth.
Michael slid my bra strap down my shoulder as I traced his abs with my finger. Using his finger tip, Michael popped one of my breasts out of the bra, squeezing and cupping it in his large hand as he teased my nipple. Michael kissed along my jawline, down my neck and on my collarbone before taking my breast into his mouth. He suckled and nibbled until the nipple was hard and then freed the other breast before doing the same while his free hand slid along my back and unclasped my bra. I tossed the bra across the room as Michael kissed down my flat belly, licking my belly button and kissing my hips.
I could feel myself getting hot as he made his way down between my legs, kissing the outside of my panties and sending shivers through my body. I lifted my bottom up as he pulled my panties down and off, tossing them somewhere in the room. Michael squeezed my ass as he buried his face between my legs causing me to gasp and cry out in ecstasy. I stroked his head as he stroked my clit with his tongue, his fingers sliding in and out of the wetness as he tasted my juices. Michael flipped me over onto my stomach, making me giggle in surprise as he licked from my pussy to my asshole. I pulled myself up onto my knees, arching my back as he licked me. I pushed back into his face as he devoured me hungrily, all the while squeezing my nipples and fingering me. I heard the sound of a wrapper as Michael put a condom on, and rubbed his dick on my throbbing pussy. I arched even more, begging him in body language to put it inside but instead he teased me, rubbing his dick back and forth from my clit, between my wet pussy lips and up my ass crack. Then he spanked me, hard, causing me to cry out. He spanked me again on the other cheek, and then leaned forward to kiss me on each cheek, licking in between them. By this time, I was dripping, my whole body sensitive to his touch. When I was least expecting it, he entered me, slowly at first, each time going deeper into my swollen pussy. I let loose, something within me awakened and I began throwing my ass back, wanting all of him inside of me. Michael leaned forward, filling me with all of him, as he gripped my shoulders and whispered, “I love you Lele” before we made out. I sucked on his bottom lip and moaned, “I love you too Michael.” Michael leaned back and pumped harder and faster, rubbing my clit.
“I’m about to come!” I screamed and he pulled out, lying down beside me so that I could climb on top. His penis was completely erect, standing straight up in the air. I slowly slid onto him and began grinding. I lost control as I began choking him and he gripped my ass cheeks, occasionally smacking them. This time, I didn’t tell him that I was about to come, he could just tell by the way I was moaning and my body tensed up. I could feel him tense up too, as he cried out this time, “I’m about to come!”
We came together, and I lay on top of him, completely spent, our bodies hot and sweaty. I soon fell asleep, without a care in the world, wrapped in the arms of the man who loved me.
THE END
Gabe held the slender blonde in his arms as they twirled around the dance floor, a smile painting his face for the first time since his sweet Violet passed away two years before. Mason was right. With Vi gone and her killer locked safely behind bars, it was time to get out there again and live again. Enough time had passed, and Vi wouldn’t want him sitting at home, withering away in his thirties.
He’d forgotten the blonde’s name already, his memory slightly fuzzy with the nights drinking to build up his courage. But she was a living, breathing woman, and dammit he was having
fun
. He wouldn’t take her home; he would probably never see her again. But for this one moment, all was bright in the world.
Mason spun past Gabe, who had a gorgeous brunette on his arm, and winked at his friend. The look on Gabe’s face said it all and Mason didn’t need the
thank you
that Gabe mouthed as they flew by. His best friend’s happiness was more than enough.
The chamber orchestra finished their song and the dancers stopped to clap. Live music and dancing were a rare thing in this modern world, but both Mason and Gabe loved the classics. The small group bowed graciously and sat down to play their last song. With a smirk, Gabe recognized the modern piece with a classical spin, letting everyone know closing time was upon them. Gabe wrapped his arm tight around the blonde’s waist and pulled her in for a slow-dance. He whispered his thanks in her ear for a sweet night on the town, and asked if he could call her a private car to drive her home. She blushed, but relief was evident on her face. When he’d first asked her if she would like to join him for dinner and dancing, you could tell this wasn’t what she’d expected. Sitting alone at a table in a restaurant, obviously stood up for a date, she looked like she needed a night on the town as much as Gabe did, and he’d told her so.
She’d been eager to join him, until they’d sat down for their meal in the most exclusive restaurant in Daytona Beach. It was clear from her face that she didn’t believe him when he’d reassured her that he expected nothing in return from her. Now, letting her know in the gentlest way he knew how that he had no intention of bringing her home, he felt the tension drain from her; tension he hadn’t even known was there until it was gone.
“You Gabe, whatever your last name is, are a true gentleman, and I’ve had the best night tonight.” She kissed Gabe on the cheek and rested her head on his chest.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Don’t ever let a man make you think that you are worth any less.” She nodded into his chest.
She was a beautiful woman, but she’d been stood up more than once. She was about to give up on men altogether, staring angrily into an apple pie, when Gabe had sat down beside her and talked her into joining him for the evening. She surprised herself by saying yes and getting up to leave with him right then. She was already wearing her most luscious red dress, so why not? What had started out as the worst night of her dating career had turned magical. She knew that she would leave this man’s company believing in fairytale once more.
The song ended and the couples dispersed for the night. Gabe and Mason waited with their dates for their hired cars to arrive and tipped both drivers handsomely to make sure that they arrived at their homes safely. Gabe tossed Mason the keys to his Porsche 911 and hopped in the driver’s seat. Not much of a drinker, he knew that one was one too many for him. Mason chuckled at his friend and got into the driver’s seat. All that liquid courage had left his dear friend a little giddy, and Mason was glad for it. Gabe deserved a happy life.
Mason guided the Porsche through the streets, heading for large townhome they shared. Gabe hadn’t set foot inside his own home since that day he’d found Violet murdered in their living room, the words “Tiger lover” spray-painted on all the walls. Vi had died because she loved a shifter, and Gabe couldn’t bring himself to walk the halls that once held framed photos of their happy life anymore.
A few blocks away, Gabe could see flashing red and blue lights bouncing off the neighboring houses. The police. Mason slowed the car and turned down an alley, taking the back way to the townhouse.
He crossed a small side-street and discovered that the alley-way was also blocked.
“What in the hell is going on?” said Mason.
Gabe shrugged. His guess was as good as any. Mason pulled down another alley and killed the engine, pulling out his smart phone to check the local news. There was a breaking news bulletin that began playing as soon as he clicked on the icon.
“Breaking news tonight out of a quiet suburb of Daytona Beach. A gruesome murder scene has been found at the home of Mason Kaplan, CEO and majority owner of Kaplan Innovations. Details are sketchy at this time, but authorities are searching for Mr. Kaplan, and a known associate, Gabe Nemr, for questioning. Mr. Kaplan and Mr. Nemr are only persons of interest at this point, though Channel 12 news has learned that Mr. Nemr’s wife, Violet Nemr was also murdered two years ago. This, of course, raising questions as to whether the right man has been incarcerated for Violet Nemr’s murder. The pair are described as—”
Mason turned the phone off, his hand shaking. The camera had panned away several times, showing the front yard of the townhome crawling with forensic investigators and law enforcement. During the reporter’s clip, two body bags had been removed from the residence, and what Mason could see of the scene behind was a grisly scene.
With a calm he didn’t feel, Mason drove the Porsche away from the house, heading for an apartment he kept near his office for emergencies. It was only a matter of time before the authorities would find the apartment. But by then, Mason and Gabe would be long gone.
*****
Stacy watched the furniture van unload the last of its cargo and drive away, leaving the rustic cabin and its new inhabitants to settle into their new home. The cabin, large for the area with three spacious rooms, had been vacant for years, so Stacy had been surprised when a modest sedan had pulled onto the private drive, stopping to remove the battered
for sale
sign at its entrance. Willing to admit that she was quite nosy, but preferring to think of it as friendly curiosity, Stacy had wandered down the trail that eventually led past the cabin to get a look at her new neighbors. She was surprised to see two men, both looking like they belonged in the big city in a flashy car, not Stephenville, Oregon. Population 500, if you counted the entire, unnamed, mostly forested area surrounding the tiny town.
Stacy’s closest neighbor besides the two strangers was Brad, a 37-year-old divorcee who could find darkness on the brightest day. Stacy could only handle so much negativity, so she was hoping that these two new guys were at least cheery. Brad had already called her yesterday, within minutes of the strangers driving down the easement, to let her know that she should avoid the new neighbors until he’d had a chance to “vet” them. She had rolled her eyes when he’d said that. Brad really was trying to be nice, but he only knew how to be Brad.
Stacy headed back down the trail towards her house, skipping in the sunshine and enjoying the beautiful weather and the clean scent of the recently rain-washed forest just beyond her property line. Some might tease her for being too peppy, but Stacy didn’t care. She had a fresh basket of fruit and a homemade pie from her shop in the neighboring city of Pikesville to bring to her new neighbors. The rest of the wide-spread neighbors could be as aloof as they wanted, she had some new friends to make.
She pulled her car next to theirs, her engine knocking loudly as she killed it, and dragged the heavy basket across the seats. The curtain beside the door fluttered as she walked up the paved sidewalk to the door. Before she could knock, a tall, well-muscled man opened the door, a huge grin spread across his face.
“All you need is a red hood and cape and this could be the sexiest fairytale ever written.”
Stacy laughed as another man elbowed his friend in the ribs.
“Mason, mind your manners. We want people here to like us, not to hide their daughters every time we step outside our door.” This man winked at Stacy, her heart fluttering with a million butterfly wings at the sight of him. They walked onto the porch and offered her a seat on the plush swing as they leaned against the porch rails.
“To what do we owe the pleasure?” said Mason, grinning at her, completely ignoring the obvious house-warming present she’d brought them. The other man sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. His comical expression drew a laugh from Stacy, who was finding the pair much more amusing than she’d ever imagined.
She handed the second man the basket of food. He thanked her and set it aside, looking her over in a way that said he was used to attracting the ladies, but still a consummate gentleman. Stacy stuck her hand out, introducing herself and explaining where her home was.
“I’m Gabe, and I guess you know where I live,” said Gabe. He winked, his tone teasing her. Stacy blushed. He knew the basket was an excuse to be nosy, but she’d lay money that he didn’t mind. He shook her hand.
His grip was firm but gentle, his large hand swallowing hers whole as he held her gaze. His eyes were a deep, dark, chocolate brown, nearly as black as his pupils. Stacy lost herself in those eyes, forgetting that she was sitting with her hand outstretched, even as he let her go. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. These two were trouble, but not the kind of trouble Brad had wanted her to believe.
Ha! Maybe they
are
the kind of trouble Brad is worried about.
Stacy made small-talk with them for a while, noting how they avoided any mention of their lives prior to arriving in Stephenville. Stacy took in their manicured hands and gentle tone and imagined that they were secretly rich, just trying to get away from the hustle and bustle of city life.
The sun started dipping down towards the horizon when Stacy stood to leave. They promised to return her basket, though she insisted they keep it. Mason made a flirty remark about having an excuse to see her again, making Stacy blush again as she climbed into her car and drove away.
What is wrong with me,
she wondered.
I’m like a horny teenager.
Maybe Brad was onto something. Luckily, Stacy didn’t have to drive by his home to get back to hers. Brad had always been a good neighbor, but he was too forceful. What he thought came off as concern felt more controlling than anything, and she wasn’t in the mood for his brand of caring tonight.
*****
Stacy awakened to a knock on her door, not in the least bit surprised to see Brad, arms crossed and a perturbed look on his face standing on her porch. She left the chain secured, not interested in visitors this early in the morning.
“Yes, Brad?”
“I see those two
men
brought back your basket this morning. Am I to assume that you went to their house yesterday, unescorted?”
Was he for real? It’s 2015 for cripes sake, not 1915.
Stacy didn’t answer him, just closed the door softly and padded back to bed. It was 8:00am on a Sunday. Her café was closed today, and only today. She wasn’t going to let sour-puss Brad ruin today for her. She crawled back into bed, moaning when the still-warm sheets wrapped around her bare skin. Brad knocked a few times in quick little bursts, then finally gave up and left. She’d hear about it tomorrow. But for now, she faded into a blissful sleep.
She awoke completely refreshed, several hours later. She rolled over and looked at the clock, surprised to see that it was nearly noon. Usually, Brad attempted to drag her to church, even though she insisted that she found her faith in the beauty and grandeur of the forest surrounding them. Brad had ridiculed her, claiming that she was living a heathen’s existence.
Maybe he finally gave up on that, especially after this morning.
Stacy rolled over and saw the list of missed calls flashing on her cell phone. 51 missed calls in all. She was wrong that Brad had given up on dragging her to town to save her soul. It turned out that she was just a really heavy sleeper.
Oh well, Brad will get over it. I have a life to live!
After breakfast, she pulled on her hiking pants and laced up her boots. The sleek, black fabric clung to her every curve, but still allowed her to move freely. Developed specifically for hiking in the rough climate of the Pacific Northwest, the pants were her favorite hiking accessory. She could jog through brambles without them tearing, yet she didn’t overheat in them.
She put on a ball cap and headed out the door, a camel pack filled with water strapped to her back. She knew these woods like her own reflection and she would only be out for a few hours. The water would be enough after her full meal this morning. No need to weigh herself down with more. Aside from her cellphone, it was the only thing she brought with her.
Walking down the path towards the forest, Stacy wondered about her new neighbors. Who were they really? Why had they chosen Stephenville of all places to settle down? They had told her they weren’t brothers, so what was their deal?
I wonder how much sleep Brad is losing over our new neighbors.
She smiled. Brad meant well, at least she thought he did, but he was just so over-bearing. He was from another planet, where women still needed men to hold their hands and tell them what to do. He wasn’t her type, though he couldn’t seem to understand that.