The Apple Of My Eye

by Christine McGreggor

  The tension that had been building between her shoulders eased, and she smiled. Beneath the heat of his passion, she could see the tenderness and affection he felt for her. “I care about you too, Hayes.” She closed the distance between them, touching her lips gently to his. With a sigh of relief he brought her closer. Their bodies meshed, fitting together. Michelle placed her hand lightly around his shoulder, the firm muscle bunching delightfully under her touch. Hayes stroked her side, his hand running soothingly up and down her flank. His free hand came up to cup her left breast, his thumb running over the pebbled texture of her nipple.

  The friction sent a thrill of heat pulsing through her body. With a moan Michelle leaned back against the bed. She drew her beloved down with her as she lay on top of the soft blankets. Hayes deftly shifted onto his side. One hand cradled Michelle’s back while he teased the pink pearl of her nipple with his other. Bending his head, Hayes blazed a trail of kisses down Michelle’s neck and chest. His tongue took over the work of his fingers, tenderly laving the pale flesh of her breast. Michelle whimpered at the sensation, her legs twisting together as his insistent touch stroked the flames of her passion higher. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensations building between them.

  Hayes’ well muscled thigh gently insinuated itself between the soft swells of her legs. Michelle curled her left leg around his, allowing his hand, which now strummed a soft rhythm against her belly to descend lower. She could feel the rigid length of his manhood against her inner thigh, a bead of moisture already cool on its tip. Her longing became nearly unbearable as his fingers deftly explored the soft curls of her mound. Hayes switched breasts, his mouth dragging in the neglected nipple. Ever so lightly he dragged his teeth against the hard surface, just as the tips of his cool fingers brushed against her wet bud. Michelle’s hips bucked uncontrollably in pleasure, her throat giving a strangled cry. Hayes groaned in answer as he sunk first one finger, and then two into her tight depths.

  Excruciatingly slowly he began to move within her. Michelle’s fingers dug into his back, her hips moving in time with his pace, encouraging him ever deeper. He began to pick up speed, his thumb circling her tight bud as his fingers kept up their rhythm. Michelle opened her legs wider, allowing him deeper access. Her thigh found his manhood, and she rubbed against him, one hand leaving his back to claim his thick length. Hayes moaned as her fingers encircled him, began to move up and down the quivering length in time to the twin beating of their hearts.

  The delightful warmth of his fingers left her and Michelle mewled at the loss, her hips searching, bereft. Capturing the hand that was pleasuring him, Hayes shifted his weight, so he was perched above her. He laced the captured fingers with his own, and used his other arm to bear his weight. “Open your eyes sweetheart. Look at me.” Michelle’s eyes fluttered open, instantly trapped in the green depths. “Good.” He praised. “Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch me.”

  Michelle could feel the rounded head of his manhood hovering at her entrance. A needy sound escaped her lips as he brushed against her. “Hayes… please.” Again he brushed himself against her, and then slipped within, one slow fraction of an inch at a time.

  “My god, you’re so tight.” He moaned, as she tilted her hips up, encouraging him to claim her fully. Michelle locked her legs around his hips, her body screaming for his possession. He withdrew all the way, brushing her clit, and then trapping her eyes with his, pushed fully into her. She gasped, desire coiling ever hotter within her. He drove into her with strong, controlled strokes. Michelle arched her back, tilting her hips to meet his, her breasts rubbing against his chest. She could feel her loins tighten around him, could feel his strokes gain speed as the perfect tension of their arousal climbed ever higher. Again and again he thrust into her. Again and again she rose to meet him, their bodies intertwined, locked into a symphonic rhythm of ecstasy. Michelle could feel Hayes trembling above her, inside of her, his breath coming in gasps which matched her own. With a final powerful thrust, he sent them both over the edge, spiraling out of control in a climax so powerful tears spilled from their cheeks unheeded. Michelle felt his warm seed spill into her, filling her as she convulsed over and over, calling his name. “Hayes...”

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Hours later the two remained in bed, the March sun sinking beneath the horizon. They had made love on and off throughout the afternoon and evening. The world outside the small bedroom had continued on, unnoticed. For Hayes and Michelle, nothing existed beyond their comfortable bed. They had spent the hours learning of each other’s bodies, their tastes and smells. The tiny spots that drove passion higher, the rhythms and pressures that made love making all the sweeter.

  Now they sat contented, curled up together in the bed, watching the stars appear one by one in the heavens. Hayes’ hand rested lightly on Michelle’s’ womb, her head tucked under his chin. Through the window, they could just see the top boughs of the McIntosh tree he had spent the morning so painstakingly trimming. “The tree will wake up soon, you know. A few more weeks of warm weather like this, and everything will be green again.”

  Michelle smiled, the idea of spring growth filling her with happiness. “You’ll love the garden in the springtime. Gran planted so many flower bulbs; the beds are full of them. I think I saw the crocus already up.”

  “I bet it looks incredible. I can’t wait to share it with you.” Hayes kissed the top of her head fondly. He caught sight of the picture hanging on the wall near the window. “Is that her? Your grandmother, I mean?”

  Michelle nodded. “Yep, that’s Gran, with Mom and my Uncle Tom when they were little. I’m pretty sure my Grandfather took it.”

  Hayes swung out of bed, padding naked over to the wall to look more closely at the photograph. “She was beautiful.” He looked over his shoulder and smiled warmly. “You look a lot like her. You have the same smile and the same eyes.”

  Michelle smiled, but her reply was lost in the sudden, fierce sound of irritated barking coming from outside.

  “What’s going on out there?” Hayes asked, peering out the window, into the darkening yard. “Did Kara bring home a dog?”

  “I don’t think so. That sounds like Sandy, Mrs. Turner’s dog. I can’t remember the last time I heard her sound so mad though.” Michelle got up, pulling the quilt around her, and joined Hayes at the window. “Something must be going on. Do you think the Turners are in trouble?”

  Sandy’s frenetic barking continued next door. Hayes shook his head frowning. “I’m not sure, it’s so dark. I can’t really see anything outside. I’m going to go down and make sure they’re okay.” Hayes quickly pulled on his jeans and slipped on his shoes. Michelle began to pull on her clothes, worried for her neighbors. Then a second sound joined the noise of the barking. It was an odd, metallic grinding, like a…

  “A saw! Hayes, is that a saw?” Michelle looked at her lover, confused. The dawning look of horror on his face startled her.

  “Shit!” Hayes dashed out the bedroom door, running down the stairs. He disappeared out the front door before Michelle could even ask him what was going on. She pulled on her shirt and headed down the steps, making for the kitchen. The smell of beef stew wafted through the room as she opened the door, but Michelle barely noticed. Instead her eye was drawn outside to the sight of a masculine figure standing in the murky darkness by the apple tree. A growing feeling of apprehension began to tighten her stomach. She could hear masculine shouting outside. Quickly Michelle flipped on the back yard flood light and stepped outside her back door.

  There, in the glaring white light of the flood lamp stood Ed Olson, brandishing his chainsaw. The roaring, buzzing blade was inches away from the trunk of her McIntosh tree. Michelle gasped, frozen in horror. Hayes stood several feet away from the tree, his hands out in a pleading effort to stop his uncle. To the left, Betsy and Gerry Turner watched aghast, drawn outside by the warning barks of the ever alert Sandy. The golden retriever pulled hard against her chain, struggling to get
to the intruder, her furious barking unceasing.

  “Don’t do this Ed. Please don’t do this. Just go back to the house and we will all forget this ever happened,” Hayes pleaded with his uncle, inching his way towards the old man.

  “Keep back Hayes. I warned you what would happen if you interfered. This damn thing is coming down. I don’t care how sweet your little whore’s sex is.”

  Michelle gasped, the old man’s words hitting her like a physical blow. She could hear Betsy’s angry squawk echo over the lawn.

  “How dare you.” Hayes took another angry step forward and another. “How dare you call her that? Michelle is a good woman. She is kind, loving and generous. I’m falling in love with her. You aren’t fit to look at her, you miserable old crackpot.” His fists curled at his side, but his forward momentum froze as Ed brought the blade closer to tree.

  “Please don’t do this, Mr. Olson. Please don’t hurt Gran’s tree. She loved her apple trees.” Michelle’s voice was a sob, tears streamed down her face.

  The old man turned to stare at Michelle, his visage furious. “Oh yes, Violet loved this tree didn’t she? Just like she loved Adam, that bastard never deserved her. Now I’m going to destroy her precious tree, the way she destroyed me.” Ed swung the chainsaw back. Just as the blade began to swing forward, a blaze of golden fur bounded into the old man, sending the chainsaw flying.

  “Get him, Sandy!” Kara’s voice crowed triumphantly from where she had been crouched in the Turner’s yard. Standing up, Kara held up the clip which had secured Sandy’s chain to its tie down stake.

  Hayes ran forward pulling the old man off the ground and away from the dog. Sandy had knocked him down and now stood growling next to him.

  “Ouch, my hip. That dog broke my hip. I’m calling my lawyer, I’m…” Ed’s tirade stopped abruptly as his Great Nephew shook him by the collar.

  “You are going to shut up and go back in the house. You are going to pray that Michelle doesn’t decide to call the police and press charges. You are going to leave her, and that tree, and me alone.”

  “And if you don’t Edward Olson, you are going to answer to me, and to Katie.” Betsy Turner had walked up to the pair, waving a cordless phone in front of her. Michelle hadn’t even noticed that she had been carrying one. She plastered the white phone up against the old man’s ear.

  After a moment, Ed seemed to deflate. Defeated he turned from group and walked back across the alleyway. Without a word, he slipped back inside the yellow house. Kara crossed the lawn to turn off the dangerous saw.

  Hayes picked up the white phone from Betsy Turner, listening for a moment and nodding his head. “Okay, mom. No, she’s okay… No he didn’t manage to touch the tree.” Hayes was silent again for a moment. “Okay, yeah, I’ll ask.” Hayes turned back towards Michelle. He put his hand over the receiver. “My mother would like to apologize for Ed’s behavior. She was wondering if you wouldn’t mind coming over for dinner at my folk’s house tomorrow. Apparently they’re both eager to meet the woman I’m going to marry one day.”

  “I’m sorry… did I miss a proposal?” Kara asked, perplexed.

  “You can tell her I’d love to come to dinner.” Michelle smiled, as she walked towards her man.

  “Mom? Yes, she’ll come. Dinner’s at six? Okay. I will let you know, as soon as I know.” Hayes hung up the phone. “So I realize that we haven’t officially been on our second date yet.” He bent down, one knee on the cool, wet ground. “But I think all things considered, that maybe you’d be willing to look past that. Will you marry me after we've dated for awhile, Michelle?” His quirky smile made her laugh.

  Michelle looked down at the handsome man who knelt before her. For a moment, she was back in that sunlit yard, the scent of apples swirling in the air, the light pressure of a familiar set of hands on her shoulders. “Yes Hayes, I will marry you once we've dated awhile, Hayes.”

  Hayes stood and picked Michelle up, spinning her in his arms. He kissed her soundly as Kara and the Turner's clapped.

  Kara walked up to the happy couple and tapped her friend on the shoulder. “Ummm, not that I want to butt in on the celebrations, but can we get a dog now? 'Cause Sandy was awesome. Somehow I don’t think Mrs. Turner wants me stealing her though.”

  Michelle laughed. “Yes, Kara, we can get a dog. How do you feel about collies?” The three headed back inside the kitchen, laughing and talking, bathed in the warm glow of love and the infinite possibilities of a bright, happy future.

  In the back yard, Betsy Turner sighed, watching the youngsters walk away. Slowly, stiffly, she approached the old McIntosh. She put a hand on the trunk of the old tree, looked up through the branches at the stars winking down from the heavens. “Well, Violet seems like we did okay after all. That poor man never did get over his broken heart. I know you forgave him a long time ago, but I don’t know if he will ever be able to forgive himself. Still, those two young people have found each other, and they’ll be happy together. That’s as it should be. You just keep watching out for them up there, and I’ll do my part down here, until the time comes for me to rest too.” The old woman patted the trunk of the tree and turned away. Deep in the heart of the McIntosh, the first of the spring leaves began to unfurl.

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  Table of Contents

  COPYRIGHT

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE