UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1) (31 page)

"I preferred to do my fucking in Rome."

"That's a long way to go to fuck. How often do you go?"

"Did go. I haven't been back since November."

"Oh. Ok. When you did fuck in Rome, did you fuck anyone in particular?"

"No. I used a modeling agency for my hook ups."

"Oh." I say surprised again. "Any preferred regular models?"

He laughs. "No preferred. No regulars. No preferred regulars. A different one every trip." He points to the creek. "We're here."

As the horses crest the hill, then continue down to it, I look onto a scene right out of a picture book. The crystal clear creek water flows slowly along a sandy bank. There is one big oak tree next to it on our side but Oak trees line the bank of the other side. "Wow! It's beautiful." He dismounts as I stare. He walks around to me and I slide down him into his arms. He slides his fingers between mine as we walk down to the edge of the water. "Is this spring fed?"

"Yes, it is."

"It's so clear. It's hard to tell how deep it is." I pick up a small rock and throw it in. We watch the ripples spread out as it sinks to the bottom. "It's deep."

He chuckles. "Yes, it is." I lay my head on his arm and look out across to the trees on the other side. "Hey!" I point. "Is that a tree swing?"

"Yes, it is. Ann and I spent a lot of summers here, swimming in the creek, swinging off that rope and dropping into the ice cold water."

"I can't wait to do that! I've never done it before." I grin at him and put my head back on his arm watching the creek flow. Then a sobering thought sneaks in and I stiffen.
Neither of us have had a relationship before.
I squeeze his hand for reassurance and hug his arm tight.

"Why the frown, Baby Thang?"

"Am I frowning?" I shake my head. "It's nothing."

He puts our hands behind my back and turns me to him. Then he takes his hand and lifts my chin so he can stare into my eyes and I can't look away. "No. It wasn't nothing. I know what I saw, Siri."

Staring into his honest green gaze settles my nerves. "I realized neither of us have ever done this before. We don't know what we are doing."

He chuckles as he kisses the top of my head. "Someone special said that two hearts who choose to be together …. Choose is the key word, isn't it. Neither of us have ever done this before because we chose not to settle for less." I push-up on my tip toes and peck his beautiful lips, closing my eyes. "Let's look at it this way. Neither of us have failed at it. Our records are clean. We aren't scarred by someone else's bullshit or drama. We can write whatever we want on our record." He hugs me tight to him. "We will choose how to make it work on our own terms. Like our own definition of forever." I open my eyes and he places his lips on mine. "Now, breathe." He blows his sexy air in my mouth and I throw my arms around his neck sucking his air in, expanding my lungs till I am forced to exhale. "No more frowning over that non-issue, My Little Thang!"

"I like the way you think, Mr. Aurelius Moore. I truly like the way you think."

"Come on, let's get back. We have a hot date tonight." That makes me giggle and I take Flicka's reins from him and mount up. Turning back to the barn, we walk the horses, side by side.

"I have millions of questions for you."

He feigns distress. "Oh shit!"

I laugh. "Don't be an asshole! I'm warning you! I know how to wield a riding crop." I raise my eyebrows at him. "Skillfully."

"Oh snap! Watch out! What if I like it?"

"You would. I guarantee it."

"Oh double snap! I know I would now."

I giggle. "Who are Paul and Steve?"

"High school bro's."

"Either married or in a serious relationship?"

"No."

"Either know about me?"

"No. We'll surprise them too."

"The Stallion. Isn't that a Gentlemen's Club?"

"Used to be, but it didn't work out. It's a dance hall now."

"Are you a regular?"

"Yes, but only because my bro's go. Paul likes to fuck and he isn't particular about with who."

"A man hoe then. And Steve?"

"He isn't as bad as Paul, but he doesn't push pussy away."

"And you?"

"Is that some of your trickery?"

I laugh. "Busted! Just kidding! Are your parents living?"

"Yes. They are vacationing in Italy."

"Are you Italian?"

"No. I'm an American."

"Are they Italian?"

"No, they are American. My mother is first generation. Her parents were Italian. My father's parents are American for generations with British ancestry."

"Cool. More questions on Italy later. A ton more questions on Italy later." I speed clap my hands together making him laugh. "I'm so excited about our trip. Are there still stripper poles in The Stallion?"

He pulls back on Blue's reins and stops. "Why?"

I keep riding.

He trots back up to me. "Why?"

"Answer the question, please."

"Yes."

"May I dance on the pole tonight?"

"No." His commanding tone is back.

"But?" I start but he cuts me off.

"No." He is more insistent. "The Stallion isn't a controlled environment. A bastard may hurt you. No."

"But…."

"I don't play well with others, Siri. I would hate to kill someone because they hurt you."

I remember his warrior face in the shower and again when he charged out into the hallway when I was with TD and I realize he might be serious. "Oh, the thunderous Son of Thor would return." I say to make light of his words.

"Something like that."

"Ok then."

"Listen, let's put this on our slate. When you are not working, you dance only for me."

"Ok. Can I dance at all at the Stallion?"

"Only for me, only for fun and nothing too erotic. I can only imagine the hard on's you can conjure."

"Oh, don't imagine. When I dance erotic, there isn't a soft dick or a dry pussy in the house." I wink at him and slide my tongue along the bottom of my teeth.

"Fuck! Siri, I'm feeling needy again."

Laughing, I kick Flicka and we gallop off to the barn. We unsaddle the horses in silence. Aurei puts the saddles in the tack room, while I turn the horses loose as Ann instructed. I come back with the bridles and take them to the hose to wash the bits off as Aurei walks back around. "I was thinking how awesome it is that you ride too. When I fell for you in Vegas I was only hoping for a long term fantastic fucking arrangement. Now, I'm really looking forward to the drama with you." He sounds sincerely amazed.

I roll my eyes and shake my head, then squirt him square in the chest. The well water is from the spring and cold as ice! He gasps and flinches as the water nails him, but he doesn't back away. Instead, he charges. "Oh shit!" I drop the hose, squeal and run. He picks it up and pretends to be okay with my practical joke, only to turn it on me when I face him. I scream as he hits me square in the chest. "That's cold as fuck!" And in the back too, as I run around the barn out of the line of fire.

Giggling and shivering, I stand by the truck while he hangs the bridles up. When he comes around the barn, he has his shirt off. The sight of him in only his faded jeans and cowboy hat sends a fresh wave of hot desire coursing through my icy veins, warming me better than anything else could!
Damn! That's a beautiful sight. I don't think I will ever get tired of seeing his gorgeous Golden God body!
His pecs are perfect. His chest tapers sharply down to a narrow waist over a hard, ripped six pack. His round muscular arms are to die for. His forearms bulge with the history of swinging a hammer by hand.
The whole package shows he knows how to use the construction tools in his storage unit.
His big thighs flex and ripple under the tight jeans. The small patch of hair on his chest and the small line of hair that runs from his navel down then disappears under his jeans makes my mouth water.
Son of Thor fits for sure.

As he approaches the truck, his eyes are turned on me so I unbutton my shirt and take it off too, which makes him walk around the front to the passenger side. When he gets a few steps away, I wad it up and throw it at him. He ducks, but catches it and tosses it on the hood of the truck. "Asshole!" I call him as I fold my hands over my chest and turn my back, pouting.

His voice drops. "Hey, I was only playing. Don't be mad."

"Gotcha!" I point at him, teasing, giggling. He lunges for me and I dart away, but he catches me easily. His arms engulf me and I bend forward, laughing hard. He lifts me and I keep running in the air so he rolls me to ride on his hip as he takes me back to the truck. My tits, in my soaked bra, rub up and down on his abs with each step he takes. He opens the door and sets me down, feet first. I stand, still engulfed in his warm arms. He takes his hat off and says in a low voice. "I found your hat, Wild Thang."

"Excellent. Thanks."

"No problem. I'll just put it in here for safe keeping." He pulls my hat out of his back pocket and the movement pushes his pecs to my face. I can't resist. I nip him. He flinches but grins. He puts my hat in his hat then leans on me to toss them on the truck seat.

When he extends his arm, I can't resist again. I stick my nose in his arm pit and inhale. The soft hair tickles my face.
He smells so fucking fine!
I purr! "You smell divine, my Fucking Golden God!"

He chuckles, then says in a husky voice. "Your bra is soaked. We better take it off so it can dry. We don't want you to catch a cold." He doesn't bother to unhook it. Instead, he pulls it out and up. My tits spring free and bounce. He lifts it over my head and tosses it on my shirt. My breasts are freezing and my nipples are super taut and rock hard. He hums in his throat. "I need to warm them up." The thought of his hot mouth touching my ice cold tits sends a wave of pleasure through my mind and straight down to my pussy. It lurches hard and turns over, sending a wave of excitement to my nipples. They are waiting for him when he lowers his mouth. I moan loudly as he puckers his lips around the nipple. The hot sensation is exquisite alone, but the flick of his tongue over the ridged edges makes my knees weak. He holds me tight as he flicks and pulls, flicks and pulls, flicks and pulls. I moan. He opens his mouth wide and sucks as much breast in as he can. The warmth against the cold makes me groan with sheer pleasure and I lean my head back in complete abandon. He catches me as I fall, pulling my tits up to his mouth as I arch away and he stands tall. My legs dangle. My arms hang limp. His mouth moves to the other nipple and I hold my breath in excited anticipation. When his puckering lips hold my nipple and his tongue flicks the edge back and forth, pulling, then continuing over and over again, I cry out with the sheer joy of passion. He opens his hot mouth again and sucks that breast inside. Hanging limp in his arms, moaning with each breath I gasp, my head starts to move back and forth. He rolls his tongue around the tit and I cry out again. My mind is on fire! There is only Aurelius in my world. My body needs him! Bad!

When he moves back to the first breast, I lift my head to see. I watch as he blows a tight stream of air on it. It feels cold and delicious. It draws up tight again and he starts the exquisite torture all over again. Watching his beautiful face at my tit torturing me with sheer pleasure,
I don't know how much more I can take.
I reach my hands to his head. "Fuck me, Aurei. Fuck me!"

He ignores me.
He loves this! He loves my breasts. He loves driving me wild. He is a fantastic lover!
Dropping my head back again, I massage his temples, his face, his head as I feel only his touch on my tits. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling and pushing it as I flex my fingers. Wildly rubbing him, as he drives me literally wild.

Needing to touch him. Needing him. I feel myself building to a crescendo of epic proportion. Denied for so many years, and with the newly acquired understanding of what I have been missing, my need to fuck overwhelms my mind. "Fuck me, Aurei. I need you to fuck me! Fuck me now!"

He ignores me.

"Don't! I can't take it anymore!" I pant. "Please." My clit is alive, swollen, throbbing with each sensation his tongue gives me. My pussy is an aching pounding void that needs filling. I push him away. "Stop!" I lose my breath. He ignores me, enjoying himself. Only when I start to shake, does he stop, but not before he bites the tip of my tit. The pain with the pleasure sends me over the edge causing me to arch up and pull his head down by his hair as I shout. "FUCK!" He drops me concerned. Losing my mind to the painful passion, I stand and shove him away. He doesn't move, but I step back. I stare at him, angry, panting. My eyes flash as I growl. "FUCK ME NOW!" My hands move to his belt and with a wild frenzy, I unbuckle it, unzip his pants, and push down to expose his golden rod. I can't wait. Dropping down, I turn my mouth to his tender skin exposed below his navel and bite him. He recoils and his cock springs out. I attack it. I run it in and out of my mouth. Fast and furious, fucking him with my face. My mind is wild with passion. I push his pants all the way off his ass, and squeeze his perfect fucking muscle, then I claw it. He flinches but holds his ground as I run my tongue around and around the head of his cock. When I can feel his veins, I shove him all the way down my throat, forcing him in with his ass. I gag on it three times, squeezing him deep in my throat. His moan is loud and long. "STOP!" He grabs my hair to lift me, but I resist, squeezing his ass and staying locked on his cock. He growls, knocks my hand latched to his ass off then pulls me up by my hair. I stand glaring wildly into his thunderous face. The face that would deny me my pleasure. I pull my hair against his grip, fighting him. The pain feels good. I look at him with wild eyes, my chest heaving and challenge him. "DON'T STOP ME!" We stare at each other. Thunder verses Wild.