Mr. Blue Eyes: Wild Night Dreaming 1 (5 page)

“I cannot believe you’re telling me all
this,” she said as she shook her head. “Thera’s just
downstairs.”

“Oh, I am serious about her. After I got to
know her, I realized what a unique human being she is, how decent
and innocent she is, and most of all… she really doesn’t know about
me. We started dating exclusively. I realized that I’m stupid if I
let her go so I asked if she wanted to be with me on a more serious
level. And she agreed.

“My mistake was that I didn’t tell her the
truth from the beginning. It was quite refreshing that she doesn’t
know about that part of me. Stop pouting your sweet lips, Angel. It
is nice being unrecognized. It isn’t such a bad thing in Australia.
People who do what I used to do are treated like stars and we’re
invited to all kinds of parties to spice things up. I am not
ashamed of anything I’ve done before, but it’s kind of hard when
everybody thinks that that’s just what I am when they’re looking at
me. I sold my apps and programs online. People see my website and
not me, and they only got to see me after I have acquired my first
ten million.

“So… all the while that I was hiding and
working on my programs, I was… forgotten. And if someone connected
me to the pretty boy on the other website where your friends found
me, it usually doesn’t reach me.”

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked.
“Why don’t you tell her? I… she has to be told because she
couldn’t… if she finds out from someone else she will think we
betrayed her.”

“I will find the right time to tell her,
Angel. Don’t pout. If you keep on doing that, I will have to come
there and un-pout them myself – a most enjoyable activity, if I
remember it right. And believe me… as much as we both enjoyed it
tremendously, it’s not a good idea, the way things are.”

Carla immediately un-pouted her lips, then
threw him a dark look when he smiled.

“I had planned on telling her about it here,
actually. Supposedly, after she has settled down after our arrival.
But when you suddenly appeared like you did on the airport… it’s
become difficult for me. I hadn’t known you knew each other. It’s a
different situation now. I expect she will not be happy,
eventually, about my… confession.”

Carla softened after his speech. “She might
surprise you. Thera is one of the sweetest, kindest people I
know.”

“You haven’t been together for ten years,
Carla. How can you be sure?”

“Hey, you can’t say that about my
friend!”

“She is kind and nice and sweet. But who’s
going to say she will not get jealous when she finds out I had sex
with you first? Are you ready? What if she hates you?”

“Oh.” She closed her eyes. Then she gathered
her wits. “You have to talk to her. She is likely to find out from
elsewhere and things will be worse then. Here in Greece, there
aren’t many people who know you because they are still a little
conservative and women aren’t that liberated. But you can’t take
the risk. She will get hurt hearing it from others. She will think
that we lied.”

“Is that why you pretended that you didn’t
know me at the airport?”

“I was shocked to see you! And judging the
circumstances of our acquaintance, how can I tell her? Why are you
blaming me?”

“I am not.”

“I believe it’s not my place to tell her –
it’s yours. And I will only say something after you’ve done it
first.”

“
I
do not plan to
tell her about Mykonos,” he said. “I will only tell her about my
former job description because that is the only secret she will
likely find out in Australia. But no one knew about Mykonos except
the two of us and your friends. It happened when she wasn’t a part
of my life yet. The decision to tell her about that will be on your
shoulders.”

She sighed. “Then I will discuss it with my
friends and I will make a decision, but not right now. Right now, I
only want to protect my friend from a potentially dishonest
man.”

His eyes glittered in anger. “You don’t like
men very much, do you?”

His question surprised her and she answered
without thinking. “I like them only when they’re being honest. But
they usually are posturers – like you.”

He suddenly stood up, his face a little grim.
“I did not ‘posture’.”

“You did in Mykonos,” she said angrily.
Accusingly. “Oh, please don’t give me that look,” she huffed. “I
wanted the illusion so I let it happen. But it was all posturing.
You were there for that very task. It just so happened that maybe…
maybe you liked the task. But it doesn’t mean you had been
honest.”

“Ah! And you want to know honest? I rocked
your world two years ago, Carla. That’s what’s honest. And I
believe… judging from what you told your friend when you didn’t
realize I can hear you, that no man has done what I did for you
yet.”

Carla was suddenly under the impression that
she was facing an angry Jake Winters.
Why is he angry at me
,
she thought. It wasn’t like he minded what she thought of him or
what she did with other men.

“Well, will you deny it? That I rocked your
world?”

“Typical male line,” she said. “How do you
know that no man had ‘rocked my world’ again since then? Maybe I
just wasn’t into that thing. My relationships may have been very
short, but my time with you wasn’t the only time someone had—“

She suddenly realized her mistake of baiting
him when he instantly covered the distance between them and jumped
on her, sticking her to the wall that was just a step behind her.
He grabbed her wrists and stretched them over her head while his
body immobilized hers on the wall.

“I will rock your world again,” he growled
before his mouth ravaged hers.

She gasped, shocked, but he only exploited
that opportunity to spear her mouth with his tongue. His ruthless
kiss provoked her as the grinding of his body against hers stoked
the hunger that she realized she had started feeling since she met
him again. And he was here again; and his hard, hot kiss teased
her; and his body battled to arouse her with such brash mastery
that her mind simply blacked out. Her senses went wild and she
responded with the same passionate craving. She fought to free her
hands but only because she had wanted to touch him. But his grip
was too tight, and she completely lost her mind for wanting him so
much.

His legs were between her thighs and the
bulge of him rubbed exactly on her apex, and she felt herself burn
under her skirt and silk underwear. She rubbed herself on him,
ashamed but helpless at the face of her lust, and going frenzied as
she felt him growing bigger and harder. Oh God… she remembered him
being so big that he filled her so fully and wonderfully, rubbing
at her inside walls and satisfying all hunger as she cried her
release. Her pace became wilder as she felt the desperation to feel
that kind of release again which she had never felt with the few
men that came after him. They were not like him… never, however
hard they tried to please her. He did rock her world and made ashes
of other men.

He growled inside their burning kiss, and his
hands released her because he probably knew by this time that she
had no intention of pushing at him, of fighting him. He grabbed her
ass and lifted her up, and she knowingly wrapped her legs around
his waist until her most intimate spot was again rubbing on the
hard rod under his clothes. He moved her up and down, rubbing her
on him with a rage born out of desperation… faster, viciously.

The fire was now concentrated on the part of
her body which seek consummation, and when his movement became
frenzied, rubbing her at the right places, rubbing her at just the
right pace, she exploded. Seconds before she completely lost
everything, she felt him jerk, and then he spasmed, desperate
growling as his own climax gripped him and threw him down the edge
of no return…

When Carla finally returned from orgasm land,
they were both on the floor, completely dressed, sitting side by
side with their backs against the wall. His eyes were closed, his
face was white and his body was still shaking pretty much like
hers. His shorts blatantly bore the sign of their indiscretion.

The realization of what had just happened hit
her on the head like a sledge hammer. She stood on trembling knees,
even when it felt like gravity had grown ten times stronger than
five minutes ago.

“
C
hrist… what have we
done?” she whispered.

He stood up indolently and he watched her. At
least he had the nerve to look a little guilty even as he said the
words. “Rocked each other’s worlds?”

She furiously turned to him. “Are you
completely mad? One minute you say that you don’t want Thera to
have a bad idea about you and me and the next…?” She couldn’t
continue, since she was also part of the act. “What kind of Mister
Jekyll and Doctor Hyde act is this? Are you totally deranged?

“You can ask yourself the same question,
Angel,” he said in a calm voice. “It had been too long, hadn’t it?
And you missed the feeling, too?”

She had slapped him before she knew what she
was doing. And then she was staring at him in shock.

He was looking back at her, his blue eyes
furious, but he was strangely calm while his cheek bore the imprint
of her palm. “What happened between us was something that could
never happen when we are with other people. Sadly, I never had the
same compulsion to tear at Thera’s clothes and fuck her there and
then the same way I feel for you. So this is what’s going to
happen… I will have to break up with her.”

“No…!” she whispered.

“No?” he mocked. “Do you think I can still
have an ‘honest’ relationship with her after this? There is no way
that I can, and willingly, live this up. I had never been a
posturer. I told you, what I did when I still do escorting, I
enjoyed. I never did anything wrong. I never had sex with married
women. I entertained, but I never trespassed on anyone’s back door.
I certainly never had sex with someone who paid me to do it with
them. Fortunately, my good looks and dance moves were enough to
satisfy my clients,” he said sarcastically, while she remembered
that he returned the money Adelpha paid for their week together.
“In fact, this is the first act of indiscretion I ever did, and
Thera doesn’t deserve this.”

She closed her eyes, again feeling the guilt
for her part in that.

Then she jumped when she felt him standing
very close to her, enough that she again felt his warm breath on
her face and smelled her cologne mingled with his own on him.

“I have to clean up. Thera might be wondering
what happened to me while Gia might be wondering what’s been
keeping us both. Relax, Angel. There was no penetration… yet. When
that happens… well, you’ll know it.”

And after that, he’d left.

The gentle click of the door when he closed
it behind him made her flinch. Then she went to the mirror to look
at herself, and gasped when she saw the wet spot on the front of
her skirt that could have been his juice, or hers.

She still felt very wet.

As she cleaned herself up in the bathroom,
she was thinking. It could have been very easy for him to take her
to the bed and do it all the way. She had to gulp as she remembered
how his cock felt when it was inside her in Mykonos, massaging her
vaginal walls and making her feel like wanting to climb the walls
at the same time, even as she again felt the guilt of betraying her
friend Thera.

They were going to break up, and it would be
because of her. How could she do this to Thera? She would hate her
when she finds out!

She had to stop him. They’re going to have to
stop this madness. They could do that. She would do it. It would be
just for a few days and they’d be gone. And then it would be
easier.

She was already too used to the feeling of
the emptiness that the memory of Mykonos had left her with, and she
could do it again. She would do it for Thera.

She closed her eyes and breathe deeply,
several times, as she felt the sadness at the feeling that she had
finally found the one thing that had been missing, the one thing
that could have filled that hole in her life.

But what really made her very sad was when
she remembered the moment after she had slapped Jake, and he was
very furious, his eyes blue daggers as they looked at her.

But it had never even entered her mind that
he would hit her back.

A tear went down her cheek.

She had felt safe, safer with him than with
any other man she had ever met.

And again, she knew with a certainty that
after he went back to Australia, it would be very hard for her to
meet someone like him ever again.

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Angel Green Eyes

T
he little child
trembled.

She was barely four years old, her face
hidden as she was turned away from the guests, her little hands
clutching at the long dress of the person holding her. She was all
confused, very scared, too scared she couldn’t cry. Where’s her
mommy? Where’d they take her? She wants to go home.

She didn’t know how long it was since her mom
bled and people took her away on a black bed they carried to the
car with the flashing lights. She hadn’t seen her pappy, too. She
remembered her mommy crying, and her pappy carrying a black thing
they called gun on TV. Then the explosion. She could hear her own
screams again when she saw her mommy bleeding from a hole on her
body, just near her breasts. But no one could hear her now. The
screams were always inside her head.

“She is suffering from trauma and she hasn’t
spoken a word since she was brought here,” someone was saying. “We
are hoping a safe environment, a happy home, can help her recover.
Her parents…” there was a hesitation, “are on vacation,” the gentle
voice continued. “It will be very long before they can come
back.”