The Widows of Sea Trail-Tessa of Crooked Gulley

by Jacqueline DeGroot

  “Well that’s about what I figured, too. Her headaches are getting better and she’s not sleeping quite as much as she was, I also believe her speech impairment is much improved. She is actually having brief intervals where she’s her old self, but they don’t last very long.”

  “Well the doctors would like to do some tests, with your permission of course, and monitor her progress. And truly the best place to do that is at the spa where there are so many people there to help. Also diet is important and we have already had the dietitian make a special meal plan for her.”

  “Well what can I say, you’ve thought of everything. So how much will all this cost?”

  “It’s all taken care of,” Roman said.

  “Roman, I can’t have you paying Amy’s medical

  expenses.”

  “Well, you can, ‘cause I did, and I won’t hear anything

  more about it.”

  There was that lovely brogue again, and I melted.

  “Fine, whatever. To be honest, I could use a break, she’s

  quite wearing.”

  Stacey chuckled, and turned to Amy who was

  fidgeting as she watched luggage being dumped onto the

  carousel. “Amy, I hear you like to color, maybe you would

  like to help me paint? I have these puppies I’m painting a

  picture of, and I can’t seem to get their ears quite right.” “You have puppies?”

  “Oh yes, five of them. Would you like to see them?” “Yes, I would and I am very good with ears, I could

  show you if you’d like.”

  “Well that would be wonderful. Let’s go then shall

  we?”

  Stacey took Amy by the hand and Roman wrapped

  his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s get the luggage and get

  the girls situated at the spa, then you and I, well . . .there’s

  lots to catch up on isn’t there?” he said with a wicked grin. I smiled up at him, “I’m sure anything you have in

  mind would be delightful.”

  “Hmm, tempted I am to get that in writing.” I laughed and put my arm around his waist. “I’m

  interested in the F word.”

  “Well then, food it is.”

  “Are you dense?”

  “No, I don’t believe that I am. And speakin’ of F

  words, thank you for the flowers. I put them on the dresser

  in our room so you could enjoy them, too.”

  Our room, why did that sound so wonderful? We retrieved the luggage and then Roman led us

  to the limo he had hired. He leaned down to my ear and

  whispered, “Thought we could drop off the girls then do that

  F word thing while riding to the house. At the house I have

  some food, in case you’re wondering which F word I was

  referring to.”

  I blushed and he chuckled, “Still get to you, do I?” Yes, he still got to me, in an unbelievably major

  way.

  Chapter Thirty-five

  For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge—origin of the F word We all piled into the limo. Amy sat beside Stacey who had thought ahead and brought a bag of new coloring books and some markers. Roman and I sat facing them, watching them both color. Roman’s arm was on the back of the seat, possessively keeping me close. He leaned in and whispered, “Look they both have their tongues hangin’ out of their mouths, so ya think that makes them stay in the lines any better?”

  I laughed and leaned up to whisper back, “Speaking of tongues . . .”

  “Oh, the lady has an agenda, we’ll get to that, too,” he said as he squeezed my shoulder.

  It was so good to be back on the island and to be with him again, I had forgotten how wonderful he made me feel just by hearing his warm sultry voice.

  We pulled through the very impressive gates of the spa and then followed a road through a beautifully manicured garden before pulling up in front of a five-story stucco building with a double porte cochere.

  “Geez, how much is this place costing you?”

  “I have friends, I got a discount.”

  “Roman, Amy has money. Hopefully when all this is said and done, lots of it. I’m sure she’d be happy to pay you back.”

  “Well I wouldn’t be happy to take it. She is my guest. And this is the best place for her. Enough talking about money, I’m done with it.” The tone was one of finality so I didn’t push it.

  “Do you want a tour?” Stacey asked.

  “Why don’t you give her a tour tomorrow or the next day when she visits Amy, it’s been a long day for Tessa and I’m thinkin’ what she needs is some food.”

  “Okay then. You have our number and we have yours, I’ll just get Amy’s case and we’ll be off.”

  I gave Amy a hug and told her to mind her manners and be good and that I’d be back to visit her real soon. The driver got Amy’s suitcase from the trunk and walked them both into the building. When he returned, the screen between the driver’s compartment and the passenger compartment had been raised. The driver had an all-knowing smile on his face as he got back into the driver’s seat. Roman pushed a button on the console and told him to drive them to his house and not to bother with any shortcuts.

  “I’ve never done this before, are you sure no one can see? And won’t the driver be able to hear us?”

  Roman pushed me down on the soft leather and then stretched out beside me. He put his hands in my curls and pulled me close for a long, leisurely kiss. “Trust me, no one can see us,” he whispered. “And I don’t particularly care if he hears us. Do me proud though, okay?”

  His hands became very busy, running all over my body while his lips, at my throat, began kissing and licking my skin. When I let out a soft moan, he whispered, “That’s it baby, get into the moment, forget yourself and where you are and enjoy me, because I sure as hell am going to enjoy you.”

  His kisses were making me languorous, flooding me with sensation and making my blood thrum with pleasure. I was flushed and desirous and wondering how I’d gone so long without this. He moved the spaghetti strap off my shoulder and bared a breast. When his head lowered and his lips clamped onto my nipple and he began sucking, I knew that I was already slick for him. And soon, so did he as his hand wandered down my body, drew my long skirt up over my thighs, and he insinuated his hand between them. “Spread your legs Tess, I have a need to touch you,” he whispered against my breast, and then he moaned. “Oh, good girl,” he said when I complied and he discovered me slick and welcoming. “A very good girl, indeed,” he whispered in my ear before returning to my mouth and kissing me passionately.

  His soft lips forced mine to open and his tongue intruded, exploring and mastering my mouth. With unerring skill he coaxed my tongue to follow his as he thrust in and out, setting a frantic, primitive rhythm.

  While his fingers were toying with me, fondling my labial lips and easing in and out of my vagina, he was kissing me most thoroughly, letting his tongue show me what he was getting his body primed to do to me. His tongue was soon thrusting in and out of my mouth so fast that I found it hard to keep mine involved. I slowed him down by sucking on his lip and licking the inside. He moaned into my mouth and pulled me tighter. I felt his erection against my hip rubbing and stroking against me. It was obvious that he wanted me, in a very bad way. It gave me a feeling of drunken power to know that I had made him this hard and needy.

  Then his mouth left mine and he sat up long enough to remove my dress and, of course, me being me, I was totally naked underneath. He sighed his approval and began a long arduous trek down my body, stopping at my breasts to sample and taste, my navel was next and he laved it liberally, licking and sucking on the tiny hole. Then his mouth was on my mons, his fingers spreading me as he insinuated himself between my thighs.

  His skilled fingers parted my lips and his mouth dove, covering me. I gasped at the sensation. Roman had been the first man to pleasure me in this manner, and I was still a
little self conscious when he began doing a lot more than just kissing me. Especially as I could see the back of the driver’s head through the one-way screen as he drove us through the city. I closed my eyes against the sight. Roman was licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue everywhere, and then plunging his curled tongue as deeply as he could into my womanhood.

  “God, you are so wet,” he moaned and he stopped what he was doing to look up at me and smile. I had opened my eyes at his words, now I smiled back. His fingers on my mons began again, making tiny circles on the hood of my clit as he looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. I didn’t know if he was stopping to calm me or because he needed to see me, to see how he was doing, but he looked sexy as all get out, smiling up at me like that with his large hand still massaging me. When his mouth went back to work, rooting for my magic nub and then finding it, I moaned and arched against his mouth. He clamped onto the nub he had coaxed out of its hood and sucked hard. I shattered and began to shudder against his lips. His mouth fed on me, drinking the juices that flooded out of me. He moved away for mere seconds, sucking and then retreating in a rhythmic series of thrusts so he could see my quivering cunt while it performed for him. On the sixth repetition, I came again. He sucked harder after that and when he inserted two fingers into me I came again, this time with a high pitched shriek that made him chuckle. He gave me two more orgasms and then climbed up my body and positioned himself over me.

  “I hope you’re ready to be fucked, because I am more than ready to fuck you.”

  Leaning on one propped up arm; he nudged his penis into my channel and eased it inside me. Propping himself on both elbows, he began to slowly lower his body until he was in position. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered against my throat, and then he plunged. I cried out and he looked down into my face to see if he had hurt me. My eyes were closed and my lips compressed. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. God, you’re big though! Give me a moment, I want to just enjoy this feeling of fullness, I’ve missed it.”

  “I know what you mean, I’m inside you and you’re so damn tight. It feels fucking wonderful,” he hissed as he pulled out slightly and then rammed back in all the way. Over the next ten minutes he experimented with all the different ways he could pull out and thrust back in. He was painstakingly slow, unbelievably fast, and then he ground me hard and deep into the seat with each thrust. I could tell that he was about to pull out to reposition me as I was sliding away from him on the seat. But I definitely did not want that, not right now. I arched, pulled my legs up and circled his hips. Then I reached around and gripped his buttocks and pulled him close with a fierceness that I knew shocked him. He was exactly where I needed him and I knew he could feel my orgasm throb and build and then when I fell over the cliff and spiraled away, I knew that he had to have felt it to his very soul.

  His tight grimace and his fight for breath told me that his own orgasm was peaking. I could feel his muscles cramping with fierce intensity as he thrust hard and fast into me.

  “Sweet Jesus!” he cried as his penis pumped load after load into me. He had been totally blindsided, I had stolen his control and completely humbled him. He fell to his side and pulled me to him and whispered hoarsely, “You are an amazing fuck. Totally amazing.”

  Chapter Thirty-six

  A very warm welcome indeed We had a lovely dinner of fresh salad greens, homemade cauliflower and caraway soup, Johnnie cakes made today by his housekeeper and a marvelous Shiraz. As I sipped the delicious soup I said, “It was so sweet of you to remember to have vegetarian food here for me.”

  “Got to. You’re my girl.”

  “Really? There are no others?”

  “Not since I saw you on that balcony on the ship with

  that big X marking my territory.”

  “Not since then?”

  “Nope. Well . . . the night before, these two sisters

  from Austria, twins mind you . . . ” he said with a twinkle in his eye and I knew he was teasing me. I kicked him under the table, not that I didn’t think it possible or likely in the past that he’d taken on two women at a time. But the way he ravished and lavished me, I didn’t see how he could manage two and still keep his job.

  Softly he said, “There’s been no one since you.” We sat eating quietly just drinking each other in over sips of soup.

  “By the way, the car and driver are yours for your stay. I have to work a lot of the time you’re here, tomorrow morning in fact so here’s his card, just dial the number and he will pick you up and take you wherever you want to go.”

  “Roman, how can you afford to pay for first-class airline tickets, Amy’s spa stay, a chauffeured driver for me and all this, on what you make?”

  “Ah! I guess we should have a talk about that. I don’t live on the money I make as a harbor pilot.”

  “You don’t?”

  “I own quite a few enterprises on the island, the dress shop where your clothes came from on your last visit is mine, along with six others scattered around the island. The driving service is mine. I have a fairly impressive fleet; the tourists are a captive audience and they like to make their stay special by hiring a driver to see the sights. I also own two restaurants down by the harbor. I am not hurting for money, Tess, and I have pitifully little to spend it on, so please stop balking every time I want to spend it on you, okay?”

  I swallowed. He owned the Cat’s Pajama’s and six others like it? He had a fleet of cars, drivers, and two restaurants? “Well, why are you working as a harbor pilot then?”

  “I love my job. I have money but not enough to indulge my passion for driving those big beauties. Plus, I’m under contract for at least two more years. I’m a yacht and cruise liner jockey. Have been for many, many years, and this is the first time I have ever even considered giving it a rest. You don’t train for so long and work your way up to the top to quit just as you’re sitting pretty on the top rung of the ladder. But I can tell you that I am getting a bit weary of that damned alarm clock at 4:30 in the mornin’. I already know that tomorrow when it rings, I am going to be hard pressed to leave your warm side.”

  I smiled over at him, “You’ll try not to wake me, I trust,” I said with a grin.

  He smiled back at me, “I usually wake with a very fine boner and no place to put it, so don’t count on it.”

  I couldn’t help laughing. He poured us more wine and then started clearing the dishes. I watched him stack them neatly in the sink, run some water over them and then wipe his hand on the towel.

  “Can I do them for you?”

  “No, not tonight. You go unpack and take a nice hot shower. It’s already getting late and I am anxious to get to bed.”

  “Because of how early you have to get up?”

  “Not exactly,” he said and then turned so I could see the prominent tenting of his lightweight summer trousers. “I did na say I was anxious to get to sleep.”

  With a slight nod of my head I acknowledged his impressive condition, “I won’t be long,” I murmured.

  “Good and unfortunately, neither will I.”

  I could hear him loading the dishwasher and talking on the phone while I was unpacking and just as I was removing my dress, he dropped down on the bed, his head propped on his arm. “I think I’ll take a bath,” I said. I had already started the water running in the tub.

  “Mind if I watch?”

  “Hmmm, no, not really I guess. You’ll just make me self-conscious.”

  “I want to look at you.”

  “I plan on using bubble bath.”

  “Mmmm, that sounds delightful. By the way, the clothes in that closet over there are for you,” he pointed to a closet on the other side. “I couldn’t resist, I could visualize you in every one.”

  “Roman, you have to stop spending so much money on me!”

  “What good is having money if I can’t spend it on whatever I want?”

  I let my dress fall to the floor and he whistled. “I just got my co
ck to behave and now look what you did,” he said as he rolled onto his back and tried to press his erection down. “Let’s not tarry in the tub too awfully long now, okay?” he said with a wicked grin.

  I settled myself into the tub and a few moments later he scooted the plush vanity chair over to sit beside it. “So, how do you think Amy is going to deal with the reality of Carlos having an affair?”

  “Affair? He’s had a lot more than one. I did tell you that the young girl at the nursing home who worked in housekeeping is pregnant by him, didn’t I?”

  “Yes, she was the one who was overdosing Amy.”

  “Right. I gave her mother the contact information Anna Marie had, she’s the realtor trying to sell Amy’s house. He needs to do right by her and pay some support at least.”

  “It’s just going to be Amy’s money that he gives her.”

  “I’m sure there will have to be a settlement of some kind, he’ll just have to use some of that.”

  “So you’re confident she won’t take him back?”

  “He tried to kill her!”

  “Women in love are not rational, believe me, I’ve had a lot of experience with that issue over the years.”

  “I’m sure that you have,” I said as I used a big sponge to rinse my legs. “Women must have used every trick in the book to keep you in their beds.”

  “Why do you think I loved being a sailor and going from port to port?” he said with a sideways smile.

  “And none tried to tie you down by getting pregnant?”

  “Two did. But thank God I live in the age of paternity testing. Had I not, I’d be papa to two boys.”

  “So, you didn’t miss having kids?”

  “I did. I just never found the woman I wanted to have them with.”

  “You said once that you came close to marriage twice.”

  He chuckled, “Yeah. Once by dint of a shotgun when her da found us in my hotel room and once I fell hard for a woman in Spain, but although she said she loved me, and I knew that to be true, she wanted more than I could give her, so she married a count. I still saw her after they were married. Even fucked her in her bedroom while he was in the other a few times—don’t know what was wrong with me, thinking with my cock for sure. Can’t imagine what I was thinkin’, I could have been killed.”