Unentangled

by Katherine King

  His face abruptly changes as he quickly pushes the blankets off him, coming to a standing position. I sigh and watch him wearily, knowing he is going to try to persuade me to stay.

  "Why don't you want to arrive to work together?" he asks, staring into my eyes and I hold his eyes firmly, not backing down on this.

  "What happens between us is separate from work. No one needs to know and I don’t want them to know," I reply forcing a firmness into my voice.

  "I don't give a fuck who knows or not. I’m not hiding us," he states, his irritation on the topic evident.

  Sighing, not wanting an argument, I reply, "I’m the supervisor of your staff, Lucas. How will they look at me, respect me when they know I’m sleeping with the boss? I’m going back to the cottage." I turn from him, not willing to discuss this further. I call Quinny, who lifts her head from the new bed Lucas had bought at the market. She slowly rises, as if she is reluctant to leave too. I scoop her up and exit through the bedroom door as a naked and irritable Lucas follows me.

  "This is stupid. They will find out at some point," Lucas continues his protests from behind me.

  Turning to him when I reach the front door, I put my hand on his chest as I state firmly, "Lucas, I’m going home."

  He catches me around my waist, pulling me close, to say, "I’m not going to hide. We have no reason to hide."

  I push away from him, saying unwaveringly, "And I don’t want employees knowing. I’m asking you to respect my wish in this."

  I hold his eyes until he sighs out, frustrated, “Let me get dressed to walk you home.”

  Knowing he will persist in staying with me if I allow him to walk me to the cottage, and also knowing I’m too weak to push him away again, I shake my head.

  I finally see him concede before he says firmly, "I'm definitely picking you up in the morning." He swoops down to place a quick kiss on my cheek before releasing me and I don’t bother to start in on that argument.

  Instead, I take one last glance of his handsome face before I turn from him and open the door to step out into the night to walk the short distance home. Quinny shows her obvious reluctance to leave too as she longingly glances back to Lucas’s now closed door as I place her on the ground. She finally moves to walk but stops after a short distance to stare back at the house until I call her firmly to follow me.

  Going back to the cottage turns out to be futile for sleeping purposes as I spend most of the night tossing and turning, missing the warmth of Lucas's body already.

  At 5am, I finally give up.

  After a shower and a coffee, I decide to walk Quinny earlier than usual so that I can get into work before Lucas makes good on his plan to pick me up.

  A little over an hour after I have arrived at work, I can feel Lucas’s presence in the doorway of my office before I see him. I look up in time to see him stalk towards me, not hesitating in walking behind my desk to angrily jerk my chair out, uncaring that I’m still in it.

  Placing both his hands on each arm rest, I can clearly see how irritated he is as he leans over me saying, "I told you I’m not going to hide," before placing his mouth heatedly on mine. Not able to move because he has me trapped in my chair – along with the fact that his sexy strut over to claim me has my head spinning - I eagerly return his kiss.

  God...he tastes so good, - I admit to myself as my body flushes, responding to him.

  I’m hungry for him after all night and for a moment I forget where I am, or that the door is open, as I place my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat and contemplate pulling his shirt from the waist band of his jeans just so I can trace the deep V that I had nipped my teeth along just last night.

  He breaks the kiss saying firmly, "And tonight you stay with me." Straightening, he doesn’t wait for a response as he pushes me back into my desk from where I’m still sitting in my chair – my chest rising and falling erratically from wanting this man so very much - before walking out the open door.

  And past Martha.

  My face burns.

  "I was wondering when that was going to happen," she says calmly as she walks into my office, ready for our usual Monday morning meeting.

  "I..." I clear my throat before trying to start again, "We are..."

  Martha lets out a bark of laughter as she sits across the desk from me, revealing amusingly, "Emma, everyone has been expecting it. The way you two have been, speaking one moment, avoiding each other the next, but then again secretly glancing at one another. It’s been visible to everyone.’

  My cheeks burn hotter as I realize that everything between Lucas and I had been so noticeable. It had been the last thing I had wanted.

  “I’m not one to sleep with the boss,” I try to begin to explain.

  Martha’s amusement abruptly stops as she says softly, “Of course you’re not, Emma. Anyone who has worked alongside you knows you are not the type to sleep around. Everyone here respects you. Admires you.”

  She pauses for a moment before she asks, “Is that why you have been giving Lucas such a hard time? You thought we would think less of you?”

  Squirming, uncomfortable with this subject but glad to be discussing it openly, I reply, “It was one of the things.”

  “One of the things?” Martha quickly jumps on my reply. “What’s the other?”

  Wishing I had not brought it up, I reply evasively, “There are many reasons why Lucas and I probably shouldn’t have happened but they are a moot point now.”

  Martha eyes scan my face as she replies softly, “If it helps, I have known Lucas a long time and he has never been like this with another woman. We can all see that you are different for him. He has changed and I don’t think he’s the playboy he was before you came along.”

  Her words are meant to reassure me but instead I feel panic...

  Guilt...

  I had never dreamed that there was someone out there like Lucas. He had not been a part of my plans.

  But he pushed past all my barriers and now here I was, tangled up in him.

  And all that he is.

  I avoid discussing it further and instead turn the conversation towards work. Lucas interrupts us half way through, bringing a coffee to me, sending me a wink before leaving us alone once again.

  Bemused, Martha watches him leave before turning her gaze back to me.

  "Never thought I'd see the day that Lucas would be so smitten," she says approvingly as she chuckles.

  I once again flush, feeling as if my cheeks have been on fire since arriving to work.

  At lunch time, Lucas appears in my doorway with a basket in hand and a blanket slung over his arm and a wide smile on his face.

  "I have lunch," he says cheerfully, walking into my office to pull my chair away from my desk.

  "Lucas..." I say sternly.

  Leaning over me in my chair, un perturbed, just like he did this morning, he whispers in my ear, "Everyone knows, Emma. Chef has even prepared lunch for us to enjoy in the vineyard. Come, be with me."

  His breath on my ear causes my nipples to tighten. Giving in, I don’t resist when he takes my hand to pull me to a standing position. He doesn't allow me to drop his hand as we walk down the hall, then down the stairs and out the door of the restaurant. Even though I had burned with embarrassment, I had met everyone’s gaze along the way and was only met with huge, happy smiles.

  Maybe I’m being too sensitive, - I think to myself, allowing myself to relax just a little, as I allow Lucas to lead the way.

  Lucas takes us further down the vineyard, away from where the public are picnicking to a more secluded area, as he keeps up a steady chatter about how thoroughly the guests are enjoying the lunches in the vineyard.

  He finally stops when he deems it far enough away from everyone and spreads the blanket between the vines on the ground. It looks picture perfect as I watch him place the basket on the blanket before dropping to sit on the blanket himself, patting the area next to him. Sitting cross-legged on the blanket with him, I feel li
ke pinching myself to see if this is actually real. With his hair moving in the gentle breeze against the collar of his shirt, and the three top buttons left undone showcasing his smooth taut skin at the base of his throat, I feel my natural attraction to him rise.

  His gaze catches mine.

  And he knows...

  "Are you wet for me?" he murmurs.

  Shocked at his words, I glance around quickly. His blunt question makes me flush, nervous - but yet aroused. He gently tugs my hand, his gaze asking me the question again, this time in silence.

  I nod, my breasts pulsing, between my legs aching.

  "Lift your dress and show me," he whispers.

  I shake my head.

  "Show me," he whispers again.

  Glancing around again, I feel as if I’m in a dream as I slowly lift my dress. Lucas's breath becomes deeper, heavier, as his gaze focuses between my legs. Encouraged by his response, feeling like a different woman – a woman in control of this beautiful man - I slide my underwear to the side, exposing myself to his penetrating gaze.

  I watch as he reaches his hand out, his finger touching me, causing tiny explosions in my body. I continue to watch as he slides his finger inside of me, watching as he pulls it back out, now gleaming in the sunlight from my wetness.

  "So very wet," he murmurs as he slides it back in again.

  I moan, feeling even more hot wetness flow between my thighs.

  “I thought about you all night,” he admits softly. “I replayed over and over how it felt to be inside of you, watching how those beautiful breasts of yours sway with my every thrust. This morning I went to the cottage early to make love to you, Emma. I’ve been hard for you since you left me last night.”

  I feel and watch his finger slowly slide out of me...

  Then watch again, helpless, wanting it so very badly, as he slowly inserts two fingers - increasing the pressure.

  "Come here, Emma," he whispers quietly, as he lightly rubs his thumb over my clit, causing me to moan and throw my head back.

  As I uncross my legs to do as he asks, he withdraws his fingers before pulling me onto him until I’m sitting on his lap facing him, my underwear still pushed to the side.

  Lucas asks softly but intently, "Would you like me to fuck you here, like this?"

  I nod, my breath hitching.

  I feel him fumbling between our legs, hear the zipper on his jeans lower and finally I feel him pushing into me, filling me. My head falls forward onto his shoulder as I absorb the feeling of him.

  I feel his hands grasp my bottom as he uses his strength to lift and lower me.

  It doesn't take long before he is erupting inside me - filling me - sending me over the edge. I collapse against him, breathing heavily, loving the feeling of him still inside of me.

  As our working day comes to an end, I don’t protest when Lucas comes to take my hand, pulling me away from the table assignment sheet that I had already looked over three times. Instead, I follow him without argument as he tugs me along to my car.

  Opening the door, he says with a tone that doesn’t allow any sort of argument, “I’ll follow you back to the cottage to pick up Quinny and drop your car off. Then we’ll have dinner at my place after our run.”

  After dinner, he doesn't allow me to go home, insisting that I stay with him. I protest, telling him I needed to get back to the cottage. I’m unprepared when he suddenly grasps me by the waist, lifting me to place me on the table where we had just finished clearly our plates from dinner only moments ago.

  Placing his hands on each of my cheeks, he gently kisses my lips as he coaxes, "Stay with me, Emma."

  His lips trail down my neck as his hands drop from my face to push my dress up over my hips. I feel him pull at my underwear, sliding them down and off my legs before he pushes me back to lie on the table top. I watch as his gaze focuses between my legs before he kneels and wrapping both his hands around my hips, pulls me to his mouth. As his tongue touches me, I watch his dark head between my legs, his eyes probing into mine, feeling myself grow wetter. I moan as he dips his tongue teasingly inside of me before he changes his attack and gently starts to suckle on my most sensitive area.

  “Push your dress down and let me see those beautiful breasts,” he murmurs his command against my sensitive flesh. I quickly obey, anxious and wanting him to continue his assault on me.

  As they pop free, his gaze zeros in on them and I flush further.

  My eyes roll back in my head, my back arching off the table as my head falls back and I push myself onto his talented mouth. I feel my toes curling around the edges of the table and as soon as I feel his tongue sweep back inside of me, my nipples tighten and I convulse on his tongue.

  When I open my eyes, I glance down at him and more warmth sweeps through me as a gentle quiver. The visual effect of having such a hot man between my thighs is only making me want more of him.

  He holds my eyes, gently biting my upper inner thigh and I jerk. I realize he did that to fulfill his obsession of watching my breasts move. Wanting to tease him further, I hold his eyes as I grasp each globe, squeezing them together, forming a valley as my index and middle fingers pinch my nipples between them.

  His gaze flashes hotter as he abruptly stands.

  I continue to watch as he pushes his jeans down his hips, preparing to enter me but I can't wait any longer to taste him again. Sitting up, loving how his hot searing gaze focuses on my swinging breasts as I slide off the table, I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. His hand comes up to the back of my head as I bob up and down, my hand cupping him. Then, wanting to fulfill a fantasy that I know he has without even having to ask, I release his cock. Holding his eyes, I stand allowing the skirt of my dress to fall, completely covering me from the waist down before sitting in a chair, and propping my back against it. I grasp both of my breasts again to form a valley and inviting him with my eyes, I watch as he straddles me so he can place himself perfectly between them. Slowly, he starts to thrust himself, and I lift my gaze to watch how his eyes are focused on the highly erotic view.

  Dropping my own gaze to watch the head of his cock disappear and then reappear between the valley of my breasts, I hear his whispered, “Fuck,,,” and it sets off another flow of heat through my body. Leaning my head forward, I open my mouth so he can slip the tip of his cock into my warm mouth on his every thrust upwards. I feel his hands tangle in my hair, gently helping me to hold my head at the perfect angle as he fulfills his fantasy.

  He takes this self-inflicted treatment for a few minutes before he groans, and slowly releases my head before stepping away from me. Then he is reaching for me, all gentleness gone as he tugs me to my feet. I feel he has lost his control as he somewhat roughly bends me over the table, inflating my lust for him further, as my now overly sensitive breasts come into contact with the cool surface of the table. I feel the skirt of my dress lift and between my legs throbs, wanting him desperately.

  Begging for him to take me this way.

  Suddenly he is there, driving himself deeply into me. The table groans and moves slightly from his deep, uncontrolled thrusts. Grasping the edge of the table, I hold on as I arch my ass, encouraging him to go deeper...

  Faster...

  Suddenly he stops abruptly, me panting his name in protest, as he says, "Say you'll stay."

  I squirm, trying to push back onto him but his hands prevent me, still wrapped firmly around my waist.

  "Emma..." he warns.

  "Please..." I whisper.

  "Say you'll stay," he says and slowly he withdraws, leaving only the tip of him inside of me, making me now feel like I’m losing control.

  I moan, and try to get him to impale me again.

  “Say it, Emma,” he says, not moving an inch, only squeezing my waist tighter.

  "Okay," I whimper, willing to do anything to make him pick up his movements again.

  Thankfully, he slams back into me, his hands wrapping even tighter around my waist, repeating his movements
over and over until I feel myself release, squeezing tightly around him.

  A few more thrusts and he empties himself inside of me as he groans, “Fuck!”

  He collapses on my back, his breath hot on my ear as I slowly float back to earth. Gradually, I become aware of how my fingers are still wrapped around the edges of the table with my dress hiked up to my waist and my bared breasts flattened on top of the table.

  I have never felt so deliciously sexually used as I do with Lucas.

  I have also never encountered a man who knew exactly how to blow past all my barriers.

  Who completely seemed to be able to obliterate them.

  The next few weeks pass with me slowly moving some of my items from the cottage into Lucas's house at his prompting. We spend every spare moment together, running together, walking the beach in the early morning sunrise together, and always walking the vines together. His parents seemed overjoyed at our relationship and I find myself slowly relaxing. Allowing myself to enjoy Lucas and whatever this relationship was to bring.

  With no thought given to the future.

  And the summer passes peacefully – completely blissful.

  As harvest arrives, I’m excited to be among the activity, participating whenever I can. I thoroughly enjoy the process, love watching the pride and joy on Lucas's face as production exceeds what he had hoped. As Christmas approaches, Lucas tries to convince me to have my parents come visit me rather than me go to them. I keep putting him off until a few weeks before Christmas, I find myself broaching the subject with mom and dad. The truth was, I wanted to be here with Lucas for Christmas but I never thought my parents would want to leave their home. To my surprise, they seem happy to come stay with Lucas and I, at Lucas’s home.

  Upon meeting Lucas at the airport, my mother's eyes immediately come to mine as she returns his hug. My mother’s head has never been turned by a handsome or pretty face as she always looks beneath the surface to who the person truly is underneath before letting them in. But Lucas’s hugs are all encompassing, totally enveloping you in warmth, never holding anything back and I can tell by my mother’s eyes that he impresses her.