Texas Knight: Desert Dream

by Cat Shinier

  “There is more where this comes from, sweetheart,” I take a closer look at the box. It is a box of condoms.

  “You sent Kieran out to buy them?” I ask. I’m shocked. The thought that Kieran drove to some drugstore and bought condoms for his boss and myself makes me feel kind of sleezy.

  “No, while you were busy talking to Shirley Jenkins this afternoon I went and got them myself. Don’t worry, Kieran was not involved at all.” He grins, and he looks amused by the fact that my thinking that Kieran could have been involved in the purchase was so shocking to me. I glance up to the front of the car to see if Kieran can hear what we are talking about, but the glass divider is still up and looks secure and stable.

  My fatigue has suddenly disappeared. “So Kieran does not hear us or see us?” I ask to make sure that we have privacy.

  “Nope, he absolutely cannot hear us, that’s guaranteed.” He grins.

  “And can someone outside see us or hear us?”

  “Nope.”

  Suddenly I’m overcome by a ravenous hunger for Shamar.

  “Take off your clothes,” I say. My voice cracks. I don’t know where I’m getting this courage from, but if not now, I will have to wait quite a long time to get what I want. And I don’t want to wait.

  Shamar’s smile tells me he doesn’t want to wait either. He presses the intercom.

  “Kieran, just drive around, until I get back in touch. And I don’t want to be disturbed.”

  His eyes are gleaming like molten lava. We look at each other while we rip off our clothes. I can see that Shamar is completely aroused when he takes off his pants. Kieran won’t really have to drive around for that much time, because this is going to be a quick number, that’s for sure.

  “So you want to try out your new acquisition?” I gesture towards his erect penis with my chin.

  Immediately his eyebrows shoot up. “Wow, looks like somebody’s in a hurry here.”

  “You’ll never know how badly.” I can hardly wait.

  He leans back onto the back seat and hands me the package of condoms, which I rip open. I take one out and carefully expand it over his penis while Shamar watches me with baited breath. I’m shaking I’m so happy, and when I’m done, I straddle his thighs. Then I slip up to his penis, and I move until I’m in the right position. My vagina is already all wet and twitching in anticipation. In one swoop, I let him glide into me.

  Without foreplay he’s really big, almost too big for me. That is what I’ve been missing for what feels like forever. Shamar moans loudly and his hand cramps around my waist. Then I start moving, slowly and by moving I trigger my own orgasm. Without being able to control myself I ride him wildly.

  Shamar opens his eyes in surprise, but at the moment I’m completely self-involved and egotistically using him to satisfy my desire. Slowly my orgasm diminishes, and Shamar kisses me, with a big smile on his face.

  “I didn’t know what kind of hurry you were in. Otherwise I would have provided you with one sooner. He’s in me, thick and heavy.

  “The moment you waved those condoms in front of me my desire started doing summersaults. But as you see I’m flexible.” I smile at him challengingly.

  I’m still hot and like in a fever I am still moving over him, gliding around on his shaft with my most private parts. Back and forth. And finally I cannot hold back any longer and use his physical assets to have another orgasm. Shamar is panting and totally focused on me. Now that I quiet down again he opens his eyes.

  “Done, Chérie?” I’m ashamed of my reckless and shameless behavior, using him in public, and I look down and blush. I nod.

  “Then it’s my turn, angel.”

  “Sorry, that I was so egotistical. Take whatever you need.” I’ve hardly said that when Shamar fixates me on his hips. He slips down a bit lower and starts moving under me. His gaze holds me while he digs deeper into me, and I’m too fascinated to look away. He moves with great desire and keeps gliding his penis into me. Now he’s the one using me, moving hips, penetrating me. I’m relaxed and enjoy the spectacle of his muscles tensing rhythmically, and the power that he uses in small doses and the hypnotic quality of his gaze. Then he gets faster. I hold onto the handles on the ceiling. Fucking is the only word I can think of to describe the situation. There is a fine film of sweat over his forehead, and I can feel another orgasm approaching, pulsing and twitching.

  “Yes, angel, come again for me,” he moans. His own orgasm is about to happen. And suddenly he stops and starts moving slower until he suddenly throws back his head onto the back of the seat, hollering “yeees”. I sit there on his lap without moving or breathing, and fall to his chest. Slowly we separate from one another and giggle like children while we look for our garments and get dressed again. When we’re dressed, Shamar tells Kieran to drive home.

  * * *

  We must have been cruising around the Woodlands because it does not take us long to reach Shamar’s house. Annie has prepared a delicious looking dinner for us and has set the table in the dining room. While we freshen up and change our clothes, Matthew arrives. He doesn’t look too tired, so the flight must have been restful. He looks more relaxed than when I saw him in Dubai. I’m really glad to see him again, and he gives me a hearty greeting.

  Annie has managed to guess one of my favorite dishes. There it is for dinner, even though I haven’t told her that I absolutely adore pasta. We have delicious looking spinach tortellini in tomato sauce with grated pecorino cheese. I’m famished. We sit down, and I start right out. We have red Italian wine to go with it, a vintage Valpolicella. And afterwards we stretch out on the sofa, listen to some music and chat.

  Chapter Sixteen

  When I wake up the next morning, I’m alone. Shamar must have carried me upstairs and undressed me. Now he’s gone, but he’s placed a little piece of paper on his pillow, with a heart. It makes me smile. When I climb out of the shower, I grab my new BlackBerry, which has received a number of messages. Susan tells me she will be heading for her last exam later today, and that she wants me to cross my fingers. Of course, I will. She might even be writing this very moment, so I think good thoughts. I hope it all goes well. I wish that from the bottom of my heart.

  Shamar has texted me.

  * * *

  Good morning, sweetheart. I already miss you. I love you.

  S.

  * * *

  I answer quickly:

  * * *

  Good morning, darling. I hope I don’t have to wait too long to see you. Will be getting in touch with Shirley Jenkins soon. Love you. Kisses.

  Luna

  * * *

  At nine o’clock, I decide it is not too early to call Shirley and that she’s probably already busy at work. She picks up after two rings. I tell her that I will need some clothes for an elegant event this evening. She says she knows of this event, and that she attended it last year. Seeing how much I liked her personally and her professionalism yesterday I decide that I’d like to have her buy something for me.

  This would be the perfect test run. I don’t know any shops here in Houston where I could even start to look for something, and I honestly don’t feel like going on a shopping tour with her. That would probably turn pretty stressful very quickly, seeing that she has such perfectly defined tastes. Instead, I decide it would be more fun to have breakfast in the kitchen with Annie, who is already busy making pancakes for me. American pancakes and syrup. My favorite breakfast. While I’m eating, she is putting together a list of things she needs when she goes out shopping with Matthew. And so while I’m here I decide to make good use of the situation and have a little talk with her.

  “Annie, can I ask you something?”

  She puts her pen aside.

  “Of course, Ms. Buchholz, anything.”

  “How long have you been working for Shalazar?”

  “For four years. Matthew and I started working here right after he bought the house.”

  “Were you already living here when you started
working for him or did you move here to start working for him?” I ask because, if that was the case, maybe she knows something about green cards, and I can ask her questions and find out how to go about things.

  “We used to live in Dallas. It’s not much different there than it is here. Matthew worked for Mr. Shalazar’s parents, and when Mr. Shalazar asked him if he wanted to come join him here in Houston, I gave up my job as a nursery school teacher. Now I’m in charge of things here, and I cook for Mr. Shalazar. Cooking has been a passion of mine for years, and now I can now put that hobby to good use.” She smiles as if remembering something pleasant.

  “Then you like it here and you never regretted moving here?” I automatically smile back.

  “Yes, it was the right decision and I love living here. The work is pleasant, and I can combine my hobby with my job. That is pretty lucky, you know.”

  I nod. If you can combine your hobby and work then work is twice as fun. Matthew returns to the kitchen. He comes over and stands next to Annie.

  “Did you finish the list, love?”

  Annie shakes her head. “No Mat, I haven’t.” She smiles at her husband in a way that makes me hope that I will also be able to keep up that kind of love and mutual attraction a few years from now.

  I feel like an intruder. My breakfast is over, and I don’t want to keep the two of them from work.

  Annie smiles at me while I leave the kitchen, and seeing that I don’t have any plans, I put on my shorts and a T-shirt, grab my iPod and ear plugs and head over to Shamar’s fitness room. I plug in the ear plugs and hop on the running belt. I can see that all of the equipment is new, and it is fun getting in some exercise again.

  For weeks, I haven’t really done anything to stay in shape except have sex and swim in fancy pools. Last summer I hadn’t felt like working out at the gym that I had joined. But despite my long break I’m pretty satisfied with my workout today. While I stretch my legs, I realize that I’m having cramps, which must mean that I’m going to have my period sooner than I was expecting it. That is actually good news, because then I can finally start taking the pill.

  I take a shower again and migrate out to the pool, where I can continue reading my book. But my BlackBerry decides to ring, and I jump. I still haven’t gotten used to it. It’s Shirley on the line, and she says she will be dropping by at 3 p.m. together with her assistant. They want to show me a small selection of dresses and accessories. What on earth does accessories mean? I ask myself. I bet she’ll surprise me again like yesterday, but actually I’m looking forward to seeing her again.

  While I wait I take a nice nap and doze nicely until I feel a shadow above me. It’s Shamar, and he’s wearing another one of those suits that make him look so sexy. He puts down his briefcase.

  “Hello darling,” he says and stares at me with an inscrutable expression.

  I get up from my chair and walk towards him.

  “Hi Shamar. How nice that you’re back so early.” I kiss his mouth and enjoy the warm tender feeling of his hands on my back.

  “Are you having her buy your outfit?” he asks.

  I nod. “Yes, I want to know what kind of things she would choose on her own so that I know what to expect after our meeting yesterday.” Shamar nods. He approves.

  “Okay, and I have some good news for you, and some not so good news. Which one first?”

  “Aha,” Shamar arches his eyebrows. “Okay, let’s hear it.”

  “The good news is that I have started the pill today.”

  “That means that you got your period, right?” he concludes.

  “And that is the not so good news,” I tell him.

  “No problem, honey. We’ll deal with it.”

  “But we can’t have sex then.”

  “So?”

  I blush.

  “But I don’t want to have to do without it…”

  He kisses my cheek tenderly. “Darling, don’t worry, there are a thousand ways to play. You won’t miss out.”

  What does he mean by that, I wonder, once again, lamenting my lack of experience. Instead of coming right out and asking I ponder the implications of what he has in mind.

  “That can be really, fun, too,” he says reading my thoughts. “And if you should ever feel like it, I will fulfill all of your wishes. But that is not what I mean.” He looks right at me, interlocking his gaze with mine. I feel my throat go dry, and I start to swallow nervously.

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  He grins at me. “How about I surprise you?”

  I grin right back. “Okay, so that will be my promise for tonight.”

  “My Hungry Little Caterpillar.”

  He glances at his watch. “When were you expecting Shirley Jenkins?”

  “She said she’d be here at 3 o’clock. Why? Do you want to give me a demo of what I can expect tonight?”

  “Whenever, darling, but I think we don’t have enough time before she arrives. And I don’t want to let Mrs. Jenkins wait in the living room until we are done. The way I see it she’s going to be arriving any minute now.” He grabs his briefcase.

  “Then I guess I’d better get dressed.”

  I follow him into the house and he gives me a light kiss good-bye before he heads into his office while I head back into his bedroom, where I slip on a light summer dress, and while I start to zip it up I hear a car drive up, and then the doorbell rings. Shirley Jenkins has arrived.

  I head downstairs towards the living room and am confronted by various clothes racks, boxes and two women busy spreading things out. The assistant Shirley has brought along this afternoon is a different one than yesterday morning. They both greet me by giving me pretend kisses on both cheeks.

  I normally don’t like fake behavior like that, but if it is part of the deal I’m certainly capable of participating. We walk upstairs into one of the guest rooms, and Mrs. Jenkins takes the clothes racks and clothes with them, followed by Matthew, who is carrying the boxes. I follow the procession into the guest room and plop down on one of the armchairs. Shirley seems pretty nervous while she spreads three dresses out. Each one of them may be the most beautiful dress I have ever seen, and I have a really hard time choosing which one I’d like.

  I try on all three dresses to see if they fit, and ultimately I decide on a pink chiffon dress that has a top that is embroidered with small glass beads and silver and mother-of-pearl rhinestones. It is floor-length, is waisted and low-cut with deep transparent insights into the top without seeming risqué. It is perfect. Not ostentatious, but with style and elegance. After I try it on, they hand me purse and shoes, and even stockings and lingerie. Each thing they hand me fits like a glove. Shirley Jenkins is a real magician. She’s talented, and she’s a pro. It only took her a couple of hours to come up with this. It would have been a huge three-day long shopping spree for me. And I wouldn’t have even known where to start here in Houston. Apparently she likes the result, too.

  “Miss Buchholz, the outfit is so becoming on you. Just beautiful. The color of your hair and the color of the dress are a perfect match. I love the color of your hair. Such a beautiful blond, unlike the usual dark hair. Yours is like a reddish gold. You gleam like the sun.”

  She’s awed. I am, too. But what does she mean by dark hair?

  “What do you mean by dark hair, Shirley?”

  She blushes and starts to stutter. “I didn’t mean anything by it. Most of my customers have dark hair. That’s all. And yours just has such a beautiful shine to it, that is all I meant.”

  I feel like that is only half the truth, but I don’t want to embarrass myself by pursuing something I’m not sure of.

  So I stop. We say good-bye and Shirley gives me a few of her ritualized kisses, after she’s packed away the rest of the packages and the clothes racks in the back of the car. And I now have a breathtaking dress.

  I go looking for Shamar and find him in his office. Where else. As soon as he sees me he closes his laptop and pulls me onto his lap.


  “So, did the two of you come up with a beautiful outfit? Was Shirley able to figure out what you like?”

  I cuddle up to him. “Yes Shamar, Shirley seems to be very talented in reading people’s minds. Looks like you will be able to spend the evening with me.”

  “Wow, that’ll be tough,” Shamar moans playfully.

  I poke at his stomach with my finger, but I would probably break my index finger on his six-pack before he could even notice I was touching him.

  “Done for today?” I ask him.

  “Done. Do you want to go swimming?” He looks at me expectantly.

  I nod.

  “Then let’s go for it,” he says and runs up the stairs. “Want to race me?”

  So we race up the stairs and put on our bathing suits and head back to the pool and jump in. We swim laps and goof around and afterwards we lie down to enjoy the evening sun. Then it is time for a light supper before we change our clothes to head over to the gala.

  My new dress is still hanging in the guest room. After showering, drying my hair and applying three layers of eye-make up I slip on the beautiful lace undergarments, the stockings and then, very carefully, the dress. I feel nervous about handling the material. It is so sheer that I feel like just touching it could cause a hole. I wriggle into the silk fabric, then step into peach-colored stilettos that are much higher than the shoes I generally wear. That will take getting used to, I think to myself and thank God Shamar’s so tall.

  When I’m done, I walk down the stairs and see Shamar waiting there for me at the foot of the stairs. He’s wearing a tux, and he looks drop-dead gorgeous. And as if on command, my inner muscles contract and a shiver of pleasure and excitement runs through me. He stands there looking both casual and suave, but I can detect a gleam in his eye.

  “So, do you like what you see?” I ask flirtatiously.

  “Yes, darling. You look staggering. And if we didn’t have to leave now, I would prove that to you immediately. You’ll be putting the fear of God into those honorable ladies this evening.” He hugs me carefully and kisses me. Then he holds me at arm’s length and musters me.