With You

by Ann King

  Was that why he hardly let anyone inside his mind? His thoughts? His emotions? Sure, he was always candid but he always held back and nothing could pull information out of Cory that he didn’t want out. It didn’t matter who it was. He was a tough guy that could never be tortured into confessions of any sort. The thought chilled me. Cory was a warrior in sleek clothing that I’d come to admire.

  I peered out of the window, nervously biting my lip, hoping for an emergency vehicle or any other car to appear in the blowing snow and to stop by to help us.

  Nothing.

  My cell phone was already dead and since I couldn’t use Cory’s charger (I knew I should have bought an iPhone like everybody else) I could not use his.

  Not that it would have made a huge difference now though. A sick feeling rested in my stomach as I read the display on his iPhone: No Service.

  How long would this all last? How long could we last like this? We only had so much canned food left in the back. We’d eaten one can already. Well, we’d shared a can of tuna with some dry crackers. Though we’d still have a few small bottles of water, about 1,500 millimeters of fluid to be shared between us, Cory had gone out and built a small fire in a container—yeah, I know. Amazing, right? Anyway, he’d managed to melt a lot of the snow and placed them in empty containers so that we’d have more to drink later, especially if the blizzard got worse to the point where going outside even for a moment would kill us. The very thought of that caused a jagged lump to form in my throat.

  To kill time while Cory was still outside the vehicle, I sorted through what we had left. There were some power bars. Yeah, I would really do well with those. Still, it was better than nothing. Even if I weren’t body building on a regular basis like Cory. There were two cans of Tuna, some wheat biscuits (just a few left) and three more water bottles left.

  Cory had told me in a serious tone that nothing must be wasted.

  “Even crumbs can keep us alive if need be,” he’d said. That would mean picking up whatever fell on the carpeted floor of his SUV. My heart lurched in my chest of what that really meant to him. Was this how his biological family had to survive while they’d lived out of their car?

  I stood up in the middle of the vehicle where the sunroof or moon roof opened up into the tent that Cory had so cleverly put up over the top of the car. Thankfully there was enough room in the back since Cory powered the plush seats so they’d lay to each side of the van leaving a space in the center, like leather benches. It was kind of cozy and intimate in feel. He’d thrown a few old blankets that he’d had bundled up on the soft carpet of his SUV so that we could take turns napping whenever we’d felt tired. None of us had taken a nap as yet. It was, after all, still mid morning—although judging by the dark, overcast sky and blowing snow, one could not tell what time of day or evening it should be.

  It felt so good to be able to stand up and really get a good stretch. I spread my fingers which felt as if they were getting numb and tingly and wiggled my toes. I had taken off my boots to feel more comfortable inside, especially during the times when Cory blasted the heat so that we’d warm up again.

  “You doing okay, in there?” Cory called out as he came back into the van, slamming his driver’s side door shut. Snow flakes managed to flutter inside as he came in.

  “Yeah, I’m good,” I said, crouching down from the opened sunroof and moving towards the front of the spacious vehicle. “Oh, Cory. You have snow in your hair. You’ll catch a cold.” Instinctively, I moved over to him and brushed the snow off his lovely dark mane. He held my wrist gently to stop me.

  And I was stunned. It was as if time had frozen. There was an electrical sensation between us. A sexual magnetic pull as his dark, seductive eyes penetrated mine. Shivers shot down my spine, my inner thighs pulsed hard and fast. I could not help it. What the hell had just come over me? My nipples were hard as stone pebbles and they ached. God, they ached to be touched. To be stroke by Cory. I could not stop looking into his eyes.

  I was captivated by them. Mesmerized. I was in some sort of trans and I didn’t want it to stop. Ever.

  Cory traced the outline of my jaw with his smooth, long fingers. I tingled at his soft touch. He stroked my chin sending waves of pleasure through my veins.

  Oh, God! I could not take this anymore. I needed him. I wanted him—inside me. Now. Holy hell. I had no idea where those crazy naughty thoughts came from. It was as if there were some uncontrollable sexual magnetic pull between us. This was inevitable, wasn’t it?

  Cory inched closer to me, stroking my hair away from my face, he lifted my chin to his and pressed his lips on mine while he slid his hand down my back and to my ass cupping my buttocks. So smooth. So seductive.

  “God, you’re so beautiful, Kate,” he moaned with pleasure.

  I shivered with delight and arched my back to his sexual touch. His kiss. Ohmygod. His kiss made me tingle all over my body. I felt numb with pleasure everywhere. It was as if his wet, hot tongue and soft sexually-charged lips were a magical elixir spilling into my body.

  His sexual power was intimidating. Captivating.

  Butterflies exploded inside my belly. He slid his tongue inside my parted lips and caressed my wetness. God, he really knew how to kiss. He stroked my mouth to ecstasy with his hot wet tongue and sucked on my upper lip. I’d never had anyone do that to me before. It felt…erotic. The heat of expectancy filled me.

  He then moved his lips slowly to the side and sucked on my earlobe. I cried out in erotic pleasure. That felt so arousing. He then moved back to my lips and kissed the sensual swell of them, turning me on in a way I’d never felt before.

  Oh, God! No one had ever kissed me like that before. Fireworks exploded inside me. I was hot and highly charged, dizzy with excitement.

  Cory read my mind as we continued to kiss hungrily when he slid his hand underneath my top and massaged the area underneath my bra. In no time, his smooth hand slid under the lace fabric of my bra and stroked my hard nipples as he squeezed my breast.

  “Oh, Cory,” I called out hoarse and breathless. It was a good thing the windows of his SUV were tinted. Not that anyone was near by to see what was going on inside. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know that the windows were probably all steamed up by our passionate make-out.

  My pussy throbbed with want. I thought I would die if he wasn’t inside me soon. Would we do it? Would we finally be intimate with each other after all these years of knowing each other? I was cognisant of the fact that I’d met Cory before I’d met Peter. It was Cory that I’d really liked in high school—at least at first. But he wasn’t showing me any of this attraction then as he was now. But Cory had brushed me off then. He didn’t really tell me the real reason why except that I was too innocent for him. But now, I’ve had at least one experience.

  The crazy thing was that this passion with Cory was feeling like my first time. Excitement rushed through my body by his erotic touch. Cory was one hell of a kisser. He really knew how to hit all the hot spots on a girl. This was what I had missed out on during high school and college. A tinge of jealousy shot through me to think that Cory had been with other girls before me. That he’d pleasured so many—including getting a college girl pregnant—according to rumors, anyway. Something I dared not asked him—yet.

  “You have no idea what you do to me, Kate,” Cory moaned as he continued to kiss me hungrily sending shivers of delight racing through my blood. “God, you turn me on.”

  He kissed the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat to the tight buds of my nipples after he’d expertly taken my top off and undid my bra. He lay on top of me, I felt his hard, long erection pressing on my thigh. A sense of urgency surged through my blood. I wanted him so badly it hurt. But I didn’t know how to express myself without sounding like some fast chick.

  “I want to fuck you, Kate,” he groaned in a low, deliciously sexy voice. “I want you now.”

  “I want you, too, Cory. Oh, God,” I shivered, feeling as if an orgasm was coming
on and he hadn’t even been inside me yet. How crazy was that? Was I one of those women who could come by a man sucking on her nipples the right way? I was discovering something about myself I’d never experienced before.

  Pulsations rippled through my body as his tongue circled and danced on my sensitive nipples. My folds between my legs were soaking wet now. I pulsed hard when he slowly moved his lips down towards my swollen vaginal folds. My lips still tingled uncontrollably from his kiss. The chemistry between Cory and I was explosive. I could not explain it in no other way. What he did to my body was indescribable.

  I’d never experience this with Peter before.

  The thought paralysed me. I’d never experienced this with Peter before? But wasn’t Peter supposed to be the love of my life before he died?

  I pulled away from Cory, breathless.

  “What’s wrong?” he said in a low, sexy voice. His face was moist with sweat from our make-out session in this heated, closed in space. His rich, black hair had a sleek sexy dampness to it. Cory was so fuck-worthy cute. He was like some sort of Greek god or something. My eyes surveyed his high cheekbones and his perfect nose, his smooth skin and the way his delicious, chocolate colored-eyes framed with dark, long lashes sparkled when he smiled.

  So why had I stopped from going further with him?

  My body was on fire. I wanted to run through the snow to cool myself down but I knew that would probably have a detrimental result.

  What was I feeling? I wanted Cory. But I couldn’t let go of my thoughts and feelings for Peter. I squeezed my temples with my hands and held my head down.

  What was I feeling? Guilt? Confusion?

  Now was not the time to be prudish. I really wanted Cory. I really did. God knew my body wanted him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel his strong, muscular arms around my body bringing me to the brink of orgasm and back again and taking my body to places it had never been before. I knew that Cory could do that.

  What was wrong with me? Why hadn’t I felt this…explosive erotic sensation with Peter before? Why was I feeling this way with Cory?

  “Cory…I…” Emotion caused my throat to close up. I grabbed my bra and top from the floor of the vehicle beside us and wiped tears from my eyes. The hot tears seemed to burn my cheeks as it streamed down. I knew Cory was confused about what just happened. We were both breathing heavy. But he’d seemed more concerned about what just happened then what didn’t happen.

  An hour had passed and Cory and I pretended what happened didn’t happen. I could tell by his expression that he was pissed off not because he didn’t get any but because I was hurt and I wouldn’t tell him why. I wouldn’t tell him the truth. I didn’t want to tell him why I couldn’t do it—with him. It was too painful to go through right now. He accepted it but he wasn’t satisfied with my reason.

  I watched as he did his push-ups in the middle of the SUV on the floor. His muscles bulged through his shirt. He was the embodiment of fitness on all levels.

  I couldn’t help but feeling as if he were taking out his anger by doing all these push ups. He stood up, or more like, bounced to his feet and stood up through the open moon roof of the SUV which was encased with the rooftop tent. I admired his strength. Me? I felt like chicken shit at that moment. And I had no idea what to feel. I left him hanging just now. I left both of us hanging.

  “We need to kill time,” he turned to me when he’d finished stretching. His tone was flat and emotionless.

  “Sure. What do want to play? Twenty questions?” My pulse was rapid and thunderous.

  “Truth or Dare.”

  “Truth or Dare?”

  “Yes. And no hiding from each other. We’re going to be here a long time,” he said as a muscle twitched in his jaw.

  The words sent fury to my soul. Was I ready to bare my naked soul to Cory? Would he bare his soul to me?

  CHAPTER NINE

  Cory Knights

  “Fine, let’s play Truth or Dare,” Kate whispered. She’d agreed but she seemed as if she wasn’t quite sure. But what had she expected? It was time enough that we stop this cover and get to what’s really on our minds. We could die here together for all we know. The gas tank was practically empty. I knew I wouldn’t be able to turn on the heat any longer for ten minutes every hour that passed. It was too risky. So might as well, burn time and keep our minds from going numb. And yeah, getting to what’s really bugging her. And whether or not she was ready to hear the truth or not.

  “Okay, I’ll start,” I said as I crossed my legs on the ground beside her.

  I stroked the stubble on my chin, my eyes watched her carefully taking in her beautiful features. Her pretty full lips were slightly parted and looked so inviting but I had to keep my cool. I had to regain control of my senses before I implode or something.

  “Truth or Dare?” I said emphatically, looking into her large beautiful brown eyes. I could see that she was trying not to squirm. The wheels in her head must have been spinning. Was she going to let me inside…of her mind? Or was she going to dare to do something crazy? This was a time that we’d really get to know each other better. And maybe let loose all those pent up feelings we’ve both had over the years. What a way to kill time.

  She looked down momentarily as if pondering what to do. The long brittle silence was filled with tension. Pure unadulterated tension. She sucked in a deep breath. I tried not to glance at the way her breasts rose and fell again. My cock twitched just thinking about moments ago when my tongue was all over her pretty pink nipples. There was something about round, hard pink nipples that turned me on. I enjoyed watching her arch her back and moan in pleasure when I sucked hard on them. God, she had no idea what she did to me.

  “The key is to answer the questions before the storm’s over,” I prompted her, teasing her a little. I resisted the urge to grin. It was after all, her idea to kill time by playing a mind game, wasn’t it? “Sometime in the next twenty-four hours would be good…or twenty-four seconds.”

  She rolled her beautiful eyes and pursed her luscious lips. Did Kate even know how hot she was when she did that?

  “Not funny, Cory,” she murmured. I knew she was stalling for time. She was eager to see where I would go with the Truth or the Dare. She knew just enough about me to know that I could go deep. Real deep if I wanted to. I took no prisoners.

  “Since you’re having a difficult time…”

  “Truth!” she called out. She then bit down on her lower lip. Oh shit! Don’t do that, I muttered under my breath. That just made it worse for me.

  “Fine,” I grinned. “Truth!” I could tell she was nervous by the wicked grin that found its way on my lips. Once again, she sat with her legs crossed on the carpet of the SUV, sitting opposite me. The snow blew hard, making some howling sounds outside but neither of us paid it any mind. We had other issues to tend with now.

  “Who was your first crush?” I asked.

  I didn’t know why I’d started with that question but it just came to me. We had time to kill and I wanted to see who this guy was. Was it really Peter or someone else? And just how old was she at the time? She’d always seemed like such a bookworm and good girl that I seriously had doubts at first that she could even have guys on her mind. She was so not like the other girls in grade nine when we’d met.

  “You,” she whispered, turning her head to look out the window as if she didn’t want me to see the deep reaction in her eyes.

  What she didn’t know was I was so not prepared for that.

  “Me?” Shock almost took the words out of my mouth before I made a sound. Good thing I could refocus my energies as quickly as I did.

  “Yes. You. Now it’s my turn,” she quipped, trying to shrug off the obvious impact the answer had on me. I thought my mouth must have hung open for a good two seconds or so. God, my cock reacted to her answer. Shit! Kate’s first crush was on me? No freaking way.

  “Not so fast, Kate.”

  “Oh, no!” she shot back, I thought there must hav
e been a grin of satisfaction that touched her lips. She had it figured out, didn’t she? I knew it pained her to tell me that truth. She probably didn’t want me to know that she had a crush on me first.

  Shit! Kate had a crush on me first? She wanted me before Peter?

  What was I…brain dead before?

  I knew she had taken a liking to me as I with her but I had no idea how deep that was. I thought it was just a friend thing. And I hadn’t asked her out because I really thought she just wasn’t into dating or anything like that. That was until Peter came into the picture.

  “You never said we had to elaborate on our questions. We’ve got…what? At least fifty Truth or Dare questions to go through, right?” she continued, her arms folded across her large breasts and her head tilted to the side.

  Fuck! She was good. She had me there.

  “Fine,” I conceded. Two could play that game.

  “Truth…or Dare?” she asked me so innocently as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened. She cocked a brow and looked so…adorable which annoyed the heck out of me since I wanted to know more about that first crush. But she wasn’t going to go further. Fine.

  “Truth!” I called out. I leaned back against the soft leather seat behind me and lifted my chin up. My eyes never left hers. I played it cool, pretended that nothing phased me. The truth was, I wasn’t usually taken by stuff. But what she’d revealed to me…well, it just really went straight to my heart.

  “What is the one thing in your life, you most regretted?”

  I looked at her in the eyes. Her beautiful brown large eyes had so much soul and depth to it, they were innocent, knowing, yet captivating at the same time.

  Oh, Kate. I really must have hurt you badly, didn’t I?

  I thought of all the times I’d brushed her off, let her down when she’d wanted to hang with me. I even told her that we’re from different sides of the track and that she should find some other friends to hang out with. Shit! That must have stung her all these years.