by Brair Lake
“Get dressed. You can ask Day if she’s pretty.”
“I thought she was barely legal.”
“She might be. But it doesn’t stop the man from lusting after her.”
“If Day made a pass at her. Would Leon ignore him?”
“Day won’t touch Poppy.” Bastian turns away from me to look at the river and as I watch him, I pull on my tee-shirt.
After our bout of sex, I expected Bastian to return to the floating casino, instead I follow him as he leads me down a couple of flights of stairs and a corridor until we reached a cabin. “Is this yours?”
“Well, I’m not going to take you to TJ’s.”
“There’s no need to be snippy.”
Bastian passes me a beer he has removed from a small fridge. The cabin isn’t very large, and he fills the room with his physique. “Sorry.” He sits beside me on the bed. His body close. He smells of sex and him, and my mouth waters. To control the rising lust within me, I take a large swallow of my beer. “Stay longer than the weekend.”
I shake my head. “I have an appointment I have to keep.” My heart clenches as I think about my return to Washington. Oliver hadn’t been happy when I rang to tell him I am prolonging my stay in Noir Valley for a couple of more days. I finish my beer and as I drop the empty bottle into the trash can, I rise from the bed and stand by the small window. There was nothing to see but black emptiness. Occasionally a star twinkles. Teasing me, tormenting me. I know what my future holds for me.
“Rearrange it.”
“I can’t.”
I didn’t need to see his shadow in the window to know Bastian has come to stand behind. It was his scent which warned me. Bastian steps closer. His chest brushes against my back and his arms wrap around me. He slips his hands under my tee-shirt and as I study his reflection in the window, his hands cup my tits. My stomach clenches. As I swallow some air, I lean into Bastian. Welcoming his touch as his fingers pinch my nipples.
“You could stay and enjoy this. Sex on tap. What about it, Eve.”
I smile as I open my eyes once more and my gaze drifts to Bastian’s hands. Watching them as he plays with my tits. My pussy is creaming. I should turn around. Kiss him on his lips and not let my thoughts wonder about my future. I continue to watch his hands. “Do you like my tits?”
“I can’t keep my hands off them.” His smile is warm against my neck as his fingers squeezes the hard nubs.
“What if I didn’t have any.” Bastian’s hands still, and although he still holds me, an emptiness fell over me.
“I’ll still want you.”
“Would you want to fuck me if I didn’t have any tits?”
“Eve.”
“My mother died of breast cancer, Bastian.”
“I know.”
“She was fifty-eight.” Bastian is still and I watch him watching me through the window. “My grandmother was forty-six when she died of breast cancer.”
“You might be lucky.”
“Will I. My aunt is fifty-four.”
“And is she ok?”
“She’s just had a double mastectomy.” Bastian’s fingers squeeze my tits and I blink. The pain of holding back my tears is too much. “I have an appointment with an oncologist. That’s why I can’t cancel.”
“I didn’t feel anything.” Bastian lets go of me and as he does, he brushes my tee-shirt back into place and walks back to the bed.
“Neither do I. I check each month. But I need to know if I’m susceptible to the disease.”
“And if you are?”
I turn to Bastian and watch him. “I’ll have the mastectomy.” I’ve just had sex with the man. I’ve planned a whole weekend of sex with him. And my baiting of the man may just put him off. “If I’d come back after the operation and you didn’t know. Would you still have fancied me? Want to fuck me.”
“Is this what this weekend is about. Just a quick fuck while you decide what you want.”
“Do you want more than a fuck, Bastian.” A chuckle escapes me, and I wince. It sounds hollow to me. “Isn’t this weekend more about getting each other out of our systems. About no regrets rather than happily ever after.”
Bastian rises from the bed and as he does, he pulls his tee-shirt off and strides towards me. “That’s right, Eve. This weekend is to be nothing more than a fuck fest.” His lips are on mine. The kiss is savage, and I accept and enjoy every taste and moment of it.
Chapter 4
Bastian - Demon’s Lair Noir Valley
The rumble of my stomach reminds me, I haven’t eaten since last night. Neither am I in the mood for food. With a frown I glance at the mug in my hand. There isn’t much coffee left. Perhaps a mouthful and I swallow the last of the bitter liquid. I turn to the coffee pot and pour myself another coffee and leave the kitchen. We returned to Noir Valley as dawn was breaking and it hadn’t taken long for the club’s guests to leave and for the crew to go to bed. The place is still deserted, and it’ll be a couple of hours before anyone rises. I find myself at the head of a flight of stairs which lead to my cabin, then I change direction and head towards the casino. I should be asleep in Eve’s arms. Her body rubbing up against mine. Instead, I am here, and she is back at the cabin. Sleeping when I left her. My body should be stated. After all, I’ve fucked her several times during the night, but restlessness keeps me awake. I don’t need to know about Eve’s problems. The dilemma she’s facing in the future is not my problem and has nothing to do with me. This weekend is about the here and now. When she leaves Noir Valley, she’ll no longer be an issue. I take another mouthful of the bitter coffee and a sigh escapes me.
“I didn’t think we’d see much of you this weekend.” I watch Day as he comes further into the room, sits in the spare chair beside me, and places his coffee next to mine on the card table.
“Eve’s sleeping.”
“And you’re not. Bastian I’ve known you take to your cabin for a couple of days without surfacing when it’s your days off.” Day leans back in his chair. His gaze penetrating as he studies me.
“How many men have you killed?”
Day rolls his shoulders. “Probably not as many as people think.”
I nod. Our myth is bigger than we are. “You ever think about your own mortality?”
“With you around, Bastian. I expect to live until I’m an old man.”
I take another swallow of my coffee. The liquid slides down my throat and for the first time, I am uneasy. I never thought of myself as a coward, but as I sit here, chatting with Day, I do, and as I sip my coffee, I wish it was a beer. “When do we go on our next run?”
Day watches me, opens his mouth, then closes again as he shrugs his shoulder. “In a few days. Want me to get rid of Eve for you.”
“No. If you don’t need me today, I’m going to take Eve for a ride.” A warm flush rises through me as I remember the heat of Eve’s pussy gripping my cock as I thrust into her and I shake my head. My smile is back in place.
“Didn’t you get enough last night.” Day’s smile deepens as he takes a sip of his own coffee.
“Like you said, Day. I usually spend days in bed on my days off. “
“Shit, Bastian. Don’t be doing a Leon on me.”
I finish my coffee and rise. When I’m standing, I look around me. My gaze goes to one of the windows and I watch the trees. “I like Noir Valley”
“She still intent on leaving?”
“Yep, and I don’t intend to talk her into staying.”
The cabin is silent as I slip inside. Instead of returning to the bed, I sit on the only chair in the room. Eve’s spread out on the bed. The gray sheets twisted around her body and because she’s lying on her back, her tits are exposed to my view. I’m a tits man and Eve’s are perfect. Lush and plentiful. Even in her sleep the nipples protrude, and I lick my lips as I feel the flesh teasing my mouth. I’ve fucked flat chested women before, not many though. Perhaps two. Three at the most. When I fuck a woman, I like something to play with and
there’s no better sex than a woman’s tits. As I watch the slow, steady rise of her tits as she breathes in her sleep, my cock twitches. I fight the urge to go over to her. To wake her. Instead, my mind wonders back to death.
The River Demons are not killers. We are lovers and players. Like Day, I’ve not killed many men. I’ve seen death. I’ve been to a few too many funerals to pay my respect and until last night I would have said death didn’t scare me. Yet the thought of something happening to Eve rattles at me.
“Are you going to sit there all day. Or join me in bed.” I blink as Eve’s voice drags me to the present.
“Fancy a ride.”
“I don’t think I could take you again. You wore me out last night.” Eve rubs the flesh between her thighs as a wince mars her perfect face. I rise from the chair and sit on the bed. Giving in to the temptation of her dark curls I lift a lock and rub it between my fingers and thumb. “Not that kind of ride. On the bike.” Eve’s smile deepens and my cock twitches again. The impulse is too much, and I lean in for a morning kiss. It is slow and sweet and the veins around my heart clench in a vice-like barb twine. To stop the trap setting in further, I pull back and slap her thigh. “Come on, get dressed. Then let’s go.”
I pull the bike into a vacant parking lot and park the bike.
“If you plan to dump my body here. There’s nowhere to hide it.”
As Eve climbs off the bike, I turn to watch her and although she is smiling, there is a shadow in her eyes, dulling the silver gray. With a smile at her, I remove my helmet, then run my hand through my hair. It’s only as I dismount the bike, I take another look around me. Then I lean forward and place a swift short kiss on her lips. “I could hide your body in a thimble if I needed to.”
Eve pulls back and her chuckle teases my blood. “Sure of yourself. Aren’t you?”
I slip my hand into hers and turn towards the gravel path. “You bet.”
“Have you buried many bodies around here?”
“Yours will be the first.”
“Oh, Bastian. What an honor you give me.”
“Of course, that’ll be after I finished slating my lust with your body.”
“At least I’ll die a happy woman.”
Eve moves closer, her body brushes against mine. My fingers trail down her spine and a slight shudder shakes her body, tugging at my cock. “If you keep me satisfied. I might keep you alive a little longer.”
“And just what is that will keep you satisfied?” Eve squeezes the ass of the denim of my jeans and I turn my head to look at the woman. This time, there’s a sparkle in her gray gaze and the barbed wire veins tighten some more around my heart.
“Having you at my beck and call twenty-four/seven.”
“I’ve never been anyone’s sex slave or booty call.” Eve stops walking and she looks up at the sky. Her gaze returns to me and all I want to do is sink to the ground as I slide my cock into her warm pussy. Her arms wrap around my neck and she licks her lips, sending the blood pounding to my cock. “I think for this weekend. I’ll just be that.” Her fingers slide to the buttons on my cut, then beneath the buttons of my jacket. “Sex whenever you want it.”
“And how I want it.” I lick my lips as an image of Eve’s mouth locked around my cock surfaces. Eve nods. “No matter how dirty.”
“The dirtier. The better.” She breaks away and runs in front of me. She scoops down and as I reach her; she stands. Her arms slip around my neck and as I lower my head to kiss her, she shoves soil down the back of my tee-shirt. As I growl, she squeals and slips from my hold and runs.
*****
Eve – Eve’s Home Noir Valley
After shutting the door to Mama’s house, I lean against it and wait. When the bike engine comes to life, I close my eyes. It’s over. My last weekend of sex until who knew when. I don’t move as the sound of the engine fades and as the street falls silent once more. I should be sated, satisfied. I just had a weekend of fantastic sex. Yet, I feel empty, hollow. As I listen to the silence, I’m tempted to call Bastian. To tell him I have changed my mind. That I was staying. To wait until the house was sold before I went for my appointment. With one last deep breath I push myself away from the door and head for the kitchen.
As the kettle boils my cellphone pings and my heart skips. My smile slips when I see the message isn’t from Bastian, but from my boss, Oliver.
Oliver: Where the hell are you.
I drop the cellphone onto the counter and run the water. Taking a mouthful once it is ice cold. There are several messages from Oliver. All unanswered. As I look at my faded reflection in the window, I know I’m not ready to face the world. To face what was in front of me. I study my reflection, and my gaze drops to my breasts. Over the weekend, Bastian paid homage to them. Loving them in every possible way. With one last glance at my breasts, and a shrug, I turn away from the window. Now is not the time to be thinking of the past. When my cellphone pings, I collect my suitcase, locking the door of the house behind me. As I leave Noir Valley, I never look back.
The apartment in Washington is as empty as the house I left in Noir Valley. Not that it is barren of furniture. Just sparse. After years of living in a house full of clutter. With boxes packed full of broken ornaments and toys, I kept things simple. Clean. It’s how I like things. After fetching a coffee from the kitchen, I enter my workroom. Oliver didn’t have offices. If he’s meeting clients, we met them on site or at their premises. As the door swings shut behind me, I take inventory of my life. There are a couple of draught boards in use. The walls are plain. No mementos hang on the walls. My glass and chrome desk is free of useless items and as I walk over to it, I place my laptop on the counter and turn to the window. The whole world is made of glass. The view on offer is of more buildings identical to this one. There are no trees or grass to look at. No river lapping at the side lulling you to sleep. The ping of my cellphone brings me back to the present. Another message from Oliver and I text him back.
Eve:I’m home. Will meet for breakfast.
The restaurant for our breakfast meeting is different to the ones where I had breakfast with Bastian, and I’m no longer hungry. Oliver drops some honey into his Greek yoghurt and my stomach rumbles as I imagine Bastian biting into pancake strawberries with lashings of maple syrup.
“You’re looking good, Eve.”
“Am I.” I don’t look at Oliver. Instead I stare at my Latte as I stir the silver spoon in the milky coffee.
“Yep.” Oliver smiles. His eyes crimping as he watches me. “Matt loves your designs. I’ve set up a meeting with him and his team for this Thursday.”
All I ever wanted was to design buildings people wanted to live. Last year, I won Young Architecture of the year. Since then, my works grown in demand. As I sit here with Oliver, there’s none of the usual excitement in me as I watch something I create come to life. “I’ll have the project up and running soon.” The smile I offer my boss is only physical. There is no feeling behind it.
“Great.” Oliver drops his spoon into his empty bowl. His gaze steady as he looks at me. “Eve, I thought you’d be more excited. This is your biggest project to date.”
“I guess I’m still coming to terms I’m an orphan.”
“Is that why you didn’t answer my messages? Shit, Eve. I hope you weren’t maudlin while you were away.” Oliver takes a sip of his expresso. “You could have paid someone to close the house. I bet you didn’t bring anything back with you.”
I shrug. “I had sex.” I’ve known Oliver since I was at University. He was my mentor and first employer, but never my lover. We simply drifted into friendzone and he became my best and only friend. Yet, this is the first time I have ever seen him look at me with his mouth open. Then his smile is in place. Big and gleaming and as he leans back in his chair, he places his hands over his flat stomach and forms a temple with the fingers.
“Tell me all about it.”
“What about the project?”
“Forget about the project. I�
��ve been begging for years for you to have a sex life. Shit, I’ve set you up with friends and nothing’s happened.” His smile deepens and as I relax, I return a genuine smile in answer. “And you go home and have sex. Shit. Just tell me it wasn’t with an old boyfriend. Because that shit doesn’t count.”
When it comes to sex, Oliver’s no prude. Sylvia, his wife and him have an open marriage. Taking lovers wherever they want. Going as far as sharing them occasionally.
“Nope. He’s a proper bad boy.” A tingle warms my blood and I shuffle in my seat to ease the throb in my pussy. Thoughts of Bastian does that. Brings my body to life.
“How bad?” As Oliver continues to stare at me, the warmth in my pussy heats up.
“He’s a biker.”
Oliver’s chuckle fills the room and several heads turn in our direction. “You had a little rough.”
“Bastian’s not like that. He’s the perfect Gentleman.”
“And was he a gentleman in bed?”
“You mean did he give me any orgasms.” My smile deepens as the touch of Bastian’s tongue against my clit has me reliving the events of the weekend. “Several.”
“So was it just the one off. Or do you plan to go back for more.”
My smile slips. “The project.”
“You can have time off.”
“Oliver. How the fuck did you become so successful?”
“By enjoying life.”
With a shake of my head, I lift my coffee cup and take another sip of the cooling latte. “It was a one off. There’s no reason for me to return to Noir Valley.”
Oliver’s direct stare has me wiggling in my seat and I raise an eyebrow at him. “Go back, Eve. Have some fun before you turn into a dried-up spinster.
Totentanz plays in the background and I move away from the draught board. Oliver’s quip about turning into a dried-up spinster wiggles around my mind and unable to concentrate on my work, I pour myself a glass of red wine and go to stand by the window. If I was back in Noir Valley, and despite it being dark, I would have slipped on my running shoes and gone for a run to clear my mind. My gaze glances over the treadmill and I take another mouthful of wine. The ringing of my cellphone catches my attention and I glance at the clock. Why would anyone be ringing at this time of night. With one last mouthful of wine I place the empty glass on the coffee table and reach for the offending object. My smile returns when I see Bastian’s face on the screen, and I slip onto the couch to answer his call. “Hi.”
