Emily's Passion

by Storm, A J

  “Well then, I choose the Devil’s Tower this morning. I am in a mood to race down the highway with the wind in my face and the sun on my body,” I stated with confidence.

  Climbing onto the back of the bike, I very softly placed my butt onto the leather passenger seat refusing to make a sound. Alan leaned back into my body laughing out loud when he heard a small whimper escape my lips. Perturbed at him, I whopped him on top of his head before he put on his helmet. He raised his hands in surrender knowing he went too far and then put on his bike helmet. We left the road that ran behind the cabins slowly but then made a fast take-off getting onto the highway.

  I had my hair tugged back in a ponytail and stuffed inside my shirt. The wind whipped against my face and body as Alan raced the bike down the highway. I loved this feeling of new freedom I had. Leaning against the back rest with my hands on his back, I felt energized and euphoric. Before I knew it, my mood seized control of me stretching my arms out and up into the air as if I was flying. I closed my eyes tipping my head back letting my face soak up the sun. Pulling my hair out of my shirt, I undid the ponytail and let my hair fly in the wind. I knew I would pay for it later but right now I could have cared less. I was free and it felt fucking good!

  We flew down the highway for miles and I loved and enjoyed every one of them. The trees along the sides of the highway were a continuous green blur as they raced past us. I saw Alan had one of his mirrors focused on my face. He could see my face and was watching me.

  “Emily, do you know how beautiful you are when you allow yourself to let go?” he shouted to me above the roar of the bike.

  An hour and a half later, we arrived at the Devil’s Tower. I was mesmerized by the small glimpses I got of it in the distance. Alan was staring at me again in the mirror as if he was mesmerized with me.

  We stopped at the monument’s Visitor’s Center first and went through all of the exhibits. The information was interesting as I read it but a bit overwhelming in the geological genre. We decided against taking any hiking trails due to our time constraints. Jumping on the bike we selected a road over to the Circle of Sacred Smoke Sculpture which put us closer to the Tower. The sculpture was made to represent the importance of the Tower to over twenty tribes and depicted the first puff of smoke from a newly lit pipe. The Northern Plains Indians consider the Tower sacred land. We both have genetic ties to the American Indians.

  I stood staring at the Tower through the center of the sculpture in awe of the beauty of it. My eyes closed and I could feel the presence of so much history and tribal influence. I felt peace!

  Alan came up behind me slipping his arms around my waist pulling me against him. I rested my head against his chest savoring his closeness and touch. It felt like heaven and I didn’t want it to end. Just then my stomach let out a loud growl.

  He leaned down in my face with a smirk as he squeezed me tighter telling me, “Let’s go find a place to eat and then head back towards Rapid City.”

  We selected the road back to the main highway until we found a roadside park and stopped to have lunch. Alan unloaded the saddle bag taking out the food and a blanket. Instead of sitting at a table, he spread the blanket out under the trees away from where people would sit to eat. I guessed he wanted to spend alone time with me without others around. Luckily there were very few people stopped there.

  He helped me sit down on the blanket and handed me a ham and cheese sandwich, bag of chips, piece of fruit and cookies. The bread was homemade and whatever they spread on it was delicious. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until I saw I had finished off everything but the fruit. Alan handed a bottle of water to me and I let the cool liquid flow over my tongue and down my throat. I lay down on the blanket, rolling onto my back as I announced, “Now, I need a nap.”

  Alan stretched his long legs out beside me, tracing his finger over my eyes, nose, and mouth. I closed my eyes letting myself feel his skin against my face experiencing the absolute tenderness of his touch. Leaning down, he lightly brushed his lips across mine teasing my emotions. My lips involuntarily followed his, wanting to press harder against his but he kept them just out of my reach. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and found myself staring into his sad, blue-gray eyes.

  “What’s wrong, Alan?” I asked.

  “Would you mind if we postponed Crazy Horse until tomorrow morning?” he replied.

  “No, not at all. But I don’t think that’s the cause of that look in your eyes. You have me worried now,” I answered.

  “I need to tell you something and I’m not sure how you are going to react to it. We need to take time to talk about this so that I can explain myself,” he told me.

  Worry crept into my eyes as I looked at his face. I had no idea what he was going to tell me but I was truly concerned as I waited for him to continue.

  “I haven’t been totally up front with you about who I am,” he began. By the fear in his eyes, he could tell the frown on my face meant I was not thrilled with his confession. So he hurried to get the rest out before I came to the wrong conclusions.

  “Now don’t get me wrong. I am Alan Cain and everything I have told you is the truth. I just failed to tell you one small detail during this entire time,” he continued.

  My brow furrowed and my eyes pierced his. All kinds of thoughts jumbled my brain, especially about the possibility of him being married.

  The look in my eyes told Alan I wasn’t happy with him at all. “Emily, I know what your Passion is. I saw you write about it many times on your social media page. It is wolves and you are now seeing my true wolf form,” he declared.

  A puzzled look came across my face which was quickly followed by wide-eyed disbelief with my mouth dropping open. “Ryan Wolf?” I yelled.

  “Actually, Alan Cain is my name and not Ryan,” he winced.

  “But I found Ryan’s real profile picture. I made a comment telling him that I could finally see his “true” wolf and that wasn’t your picture, Alan!” I accused.

  Alan winced again and told me it was the picture of a family member. He had posted it along with the fake name for security reasons.

  “And we talked about how awesome it was that your last name was Wolf. . .my passion!” My eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I sat up straight and shouted at him. “Oh my God! You’ve been stalking me!”

  “I think stalking is too harsh a word. It’s more like following or being concerned about. How about very interested in?” he pleaded.

  “Alan, this isn’t the time for your quick witted remarks that make you seem sexy and cute. You followed me here!” I screamed.

  “You think I’m sexy and cute?” he jokingly asked. “Never mind . . . not appropriate. Look Emily, I know I was dishonest with you but the truth is I wanted to meet you. I was intrigued with you and short of driving up to your door, this was the perfect opportunity. If I had struck up a conversation with you that afternoon by the creek by saying ‘Hi, I’m Ryan Wolf and I’ve come all the way from good old Arkansas just to meet you!’ would you really have wanted to become friends?” he asked.

  “No,” I quietly answered.

  “No, you wouldn’t have! You would have freaked out just as you did now if not more. It doesn’t change who I am, little girl. The man you spent the last four days getting to know is who I am. No lies, no hidden agenda. I liked you and I wanted to meet. I never would have guessed that the attraction between us would have been so damn strong,” he replied.

  “What? You thought you’d follow me here and I would be just an easy fuck? Poor little imperfect widow needs someone to make her day. Well, no fucking thank you!” I screamed again as I got to my feet and started to walk away.

  Alan launched to his feet running after me, grabbing my arm, and pulling me into his body. “Emily, where do you think you’re going?”

  I tried to pull away but his arms were strong and wrapped tight around me. “Anywhere to get away from you,” I cried as I pounded my fists against his chest.

  Alan s
tood there stoically watching the tears flow from my eyes silently taking every blow I delivered against his chest. Finally wearing myself down, I collapsed into his embrace. He held on tight until my sobbing began to stop.

  He looked over my head and spoke, “Don’t be surprised if those people over there come see if they need to help you. No, true to form they have turned their heads around ignoring us.”

  “It’s just as well,” I cried. “I have no desire to explain all of this to strangers.”

  I looked into his eyes and felt I was looking at a stranger. I tried to push away again but he kept a firm hold on me.

  “Little girl, I want you to listen to me and that isn’t a request. Yes, I lied to you by omission and you can even make a good case against me that I stalked you. I am sorry! I should have told you when I first approached you who I was and why I came. I was afraid that you would reject me before you even gave me a chance. I was and am very attracted to you. Online you were like this amazing whirlwind of life, love, laughter, and passion and you weren’t afraid to show it. I had to meet that! I had to meet you! I did it the wrong way but my intentions were always honorable. I promise you, you were never a pity fuck. You are much more to me than that.” he explained.

  For the longest time I just stared into his eyes looking, searching for the truth. Finally I ordered, “Don’t use your Dom voice on me. It isn’t Saturday yet.”

  Alan smiled at me resting his head against my forehead. “Are we still on for Saturday? Are you still willing?”

  I smirked at him teasing, “I haven’t decided yet. We still have one sex free day left!” I became serious as I continued to stare at his face. “I will promise you this. Don’t ever lie to me again whether it’s by omission or bold faced. My trust is a precious thing. Don’t fuck with it or you won’t get it back!”

  “Never again, little girl! You have my word,” he promised. “Come on, let’s pack up and go straight to the cabin. I need to hold you in my arms if you’ll let me.”

  I helped him pack up our picnic but never gave him an answer. I just wasn’t sure how I would feel once we were back at the cabins. Incredible hurt flooded my heart and mind at his omission but I was certain he meant everything he told me.

  Alan straddled the bike revving the engine as I gingerly climbed up onto the passenger seat. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands and arms since I wasn’t sure I wanted to wrap them around him. He was quiet as we left the roadside park making me feel a bit guilty. My thoughts kept going back and forth between forgiving him or stopping everything right now. The drive back would take over an hour so I would have some time to work it out in my mind. I was watching Alan in the mirror this time. I could tell by the stiff position of his mouth he knew he had screwed up. His face looked broken and I guessed his heart was too. I had grown very fond of him but he would have to accept the consequences of his mistake. The trip back went faster than I had hoped as we drove onto the road leading to the cabins. Letting me off at my cabin, I didn’t say a word; just smiled and went in.

  I watched him throw his helmet through the door of his cabin. Since there was no reason to be angry with me, I guessed that he was angry with himself.

  Chapter Eleven

  I sat on the side of my bed thinking about what I was going to do. Should I tell Alan to leave or should I give him another chance. After all, he did tell me the truth and he didn’t have to do that. I would never have known Ryan Wolf was even connected to Alan. Alan could have easily closed Ryan’s account and no one would have known the difference. I had to give him points for that. I really liked him and enjoyed his company. We were good together.

  Slipping off my shoes, I undressed making my way to the bathroom. I reached into the shower, turning on the water to let it begin to warm. There was a slight chill in the cabin and a warm shower was what I needed. My hair brush was lying by the sink and I picked it up starting to brush my hair. I looked in the mirror seeing what a mess the wind had made of it.

  “Well crap,” I complained. “This is gonna take forever to brush out.” I stepped into the bedroom pulling a hair clip out of my suitcase, twisting my hair up on my head, and clipping it in place. The water was warm as I stepped inside the shower letting it spray against my body. I turned in a circle making sure my entire body was wet as I lathered my hands with the bath gel. ‘Oh hell, who am I kidding,’ I thought leaning against the wall. I wanted Alan’s arms around me so I knew what I needed to do. I rinsed the gel from my body, turned the water off, and grabbed a towel to dry myself. I picked a pair of black boxers to wear, threw on a T-shirt that came almost to my knees, and slipped on my flip flops. Grabbing my key and brush, I headed for Alan’s door.

  The air was cool making my skin pebble with goose bumps. I hesitated at his door thinking maybe he wouldn’t want me back after the fit I had thrown. My eyes began to tear up as I knocked softly on the door.

  Alan opened the door dressed in shorts and nothing else. He found me standing there with tears streaming down my face and shivering. I was sure I looked pitiful.

  I couldn’t hold my tears back as I stationed myself there in the cool evening air. He stared into my eyes and broke into a warm smile that went to his eyes.

  “Can I come in, Alan?” I begged.

  He tenderly cupped my face in his hand saying, “Yes, little girl. I want you to come in.” He drew me into his arms holding me close against his body letting me cry.

  “Oh Alan, I need your arms around me. I need to feel your warmth,” I cried. “Please, don’t let go of me.”

  “Never, little girl. You’ll have to pry my arms off,” he answered. “I have to tell you again how sorry I am. I never meant to hurt you.”

  I placed my fingers on his lips. “Shh, I am the one who is sorry for yelling at you. It’s all in the past. We go on from here.”

  Alan bent down placing his lips against mine softly at first. As he drew my body closer against his, his kiss became harder and more demanding. The hairbrush that was in my hand pressed against his back. Pulling back, he looked at me and asked what was in my hand.

  I laughed saying, “It’s my hair brush. I have to work on brushing this rat’s nest out. That’s what I get for taking my hair out of the ponytail when I was on the back of your bike.”

  “Here, give it to me,” he offered. “I’ll do it.” He had me sit on the bed pulling my body in between his legs up against his crotch.

  I couldn’t resist giggling, “What do you have in your crotch? Are you just happy to see me?”

  He chuckled and hugged me closer pressing his cock against my ass saying, “I can show you just how happy I am to see you if you want me to!”

  Taking the hair clip out, he let my hair fall down in a mangled mess. He started at the bottom of my hair gently brushing the tangles out, working his way up my head. Twenty minutes later he had them all brushed out and my hair smooth. He ran his fingers through it seeming to enjoy the feel of it.

  “Will you let me braid it?” he asked.

  “Sure, but I don’t have a ponytail holder with me,” I replied.

  “I think I’ve got a rubber band or two in my suitcase, hang on a minute,” he suggested. He scooted off the bed and rifled through his suitcase until he found the bag filled with safety pins, paper clips, band-aids, and rubber bands.

  “Yep, here’s one,” he told me holding it up.

  He sat back on the bed behind me moving up close and began braiding my hair. When he was finished I had one long braid down my back almost to my waist.

  Wrapping his arms around me, he tugged me down onto the bed holding me close. I snuggled against his chest feeling safe, warm, and right where I needed to be.

  “Stay with me tonight, Emily. Please,” he pleaded. “I need to hold you and I want you here with me all night. I was afraid I had lost you.”

  I looked up at him giving him a wicked grin, “No sex!”

  “No, no sex,” he chuckled. “In the morning we will go to the Crazy Horse Monument then
if you agree to Saturday, tomorrow afternoon we will talk about your hard and soft limits list. I’ll give you the list at lunch after we get back from Crazy Horse.”

  He got up from the bed stripping out of his shorts sporting a massive erection. My body grew warm and tingled just looking at it; however, I managed to smile and say, “Really?”

  “No, I promise, no sex but damn woman, I have no control over this! You’re just going to have to put up with it. It isn’t going away anytime soon,” he joked.

  He turned down the covers on his side of the bed then opened his arms to me. I smiled, scooted off the edge of the bed, and willingly scampered into his embrace tracing my lips over his chest.

  “Now, little girl, you are dangerously close to being thrown on that bed and fucked until both of us can’t walk,” he threatened while running his fingers over my braid. “You get in on this side and I will tuck you in.”