Eagle's Destiny

by C. J. Corbin

  I heard someone in the distance saying, “Will she kiss all of us like that?” Then I felt Nancy tugging on my jeans. I wanted to swing my arm down to knock her hand away because nothing was going to interrupt my kiss. Well, until the hooting, whistling, and catcalls started.

  We broke apart and immediately the blush formed on my face. Michael touched my lips with his fingertip. Nancy was still tugging at me. I leaned over “What is it?” I asked her.

  Nancy pointed to the waiting fans, “Ah…you’re in public, and there’s a line.”

  I giggled, “Oh yeah. I guess I should get back to work.” I introduced Nancy to Michael.

  Michael winked at her, “Thanks for all your help.”

  Nancy laughed, “Think nothing of it. I was glad to help.”

  I looked back and forth at each of them. “How did you?” I paused and then it clicked. I looked at Nancy, “You knew about the roses all along didn’t you?”

  Nancy nodded.

  Michael laughed, “Babe, I’m not that clever.” He squeezed me. “Nancy let me know which hotels you were staying at and when.”

  I looked again at both of them, “Great. Keep everything from Elizabeth. Thanks Nancy.”

  She hit me playfully on the shoulder. “You loved every minute of it!”

  Michael pulled up an empty chair next to me and he moved as close as possible to me without sitting on my chair. I glanced over at him; he looked delicious in his jeans that were so faded they were almost white. The rip at the knee was especially sexy not to mention his plain black polo shirt, which fit him tightly enough to show off his muscles. How could I have forgotten how beautiful his sky-blue eyes were? I wanted to fly in them.

  The next girl in line pointed to Michael. “Is he your inspiration for Jessica’s love interest?”

  I laughed and blushed of course, “No, not in this book. The next one.”

  Michael spoke up, “But we’re seriously going to try page 75.”

  I turned to him, “Michael!” I blushed again.

  Everyone standing within earshot laughed.

  As I signed books, Michael interacted with my fans. He was casual and easy going. He seemed especially shy around the women, who made suggestive comments, which I thought made him look even more adorable.

  Michael obliged the fans who wanted pictures with me and he played photographer with their small digital cameras. If they only knew, a professional award-winning photographer had taken their picture.

  When we were almost finished for the day, Michael leaned over and whispered in my ear. “What time do we get to leave so that I can have my way with you?”

  I grinned and kissed him. My eyes grew wide when I remembered my evening plans, “Oh, I forgot, I agreed to go to a Dodger game with my family.”

  He groaned, “Oh no, can you cancel it?”

  I shook my head looking at Michael, “I’m sorry, I can’t do that. Wait. Let me check, my dad has an extra ticket. Do you want to go with us?” I asked.

  “I’m not letting you out of my sight. If that means sitting through a painful Dodger game, then so be it.”

  “Hey you!” I exclaimed. “Watch it.” Then I remembered, “They are playing the Giants.”

  Dad still had the extra ticket and I let him know that Michael would be coming with me. I finished up with the fans by five as planned. Michael had the valet get the car for us as I said quick goodbyes to everyone.

  I hugged Nancy last. “Call me. I’ll be home tomorrow night.”

  Nancy smiled, “I will. Have fun with your honey tonight.” She grinned, “If you know what I mean.” She winked.

  I laughed and grinned. “I’m planning on it.” I waved goodbye to everyone and made my way outside.

  My car and Michael were waiting. I got into the driver’s side and pulled into the traffic.

  Michael turned to me. “I’m a little surprised you drive a sports car.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem like you.”

  “You know Michael, I’m full of surprises. Don’t think you’ll ever be able to categorize me.”

  Michael laughed, “No you’re right. You continually surprise me.”

  He held my hand in his and then lifted it and kissed my palm. I could feel his tongue trace light circles on my wrist. Fire heated through me and I found it difficult to focus on the road ahead. I wanted to feel the lips that were caressing my hand on other parts of my body.

  I cleared my throat and swallowed. “Stop it.” I said barely whispering the words. “I can’t concentrate.”

  Michael smiled and laid my hand on his thigh with his hand over mine. This position was a little better but not by much. He leaned over and pulled my collar away from my neck. Michael’s lips first grazed my neck and then his tongue lightly licked my ear lobe. “Is this less of a distraction?”

  “Michael, I’m driving in heavy Friday night Los Angeles traffic and your kisses are a distraction. I don’t want to explain to a cop and my dad why I got into an accident.”

  Michael straightened up and moved back into his own seat. “Okay,” he grinned, “As long as I know you want me as much as I want you. I can’t believe you are dragging me to a baseball game.”

  I laughed, “I thought you liked baseball.”

  Michael chuckled, “I like you a whole lot more. Besides, I haven’t been away from baseball for three weeks.” He moved his hand to the top of my right thigh and squeezed my leg. Before I had a chance to say anything he added, “Let me just rest it here. Okay?”

  I put my hand on top of his hand resting on my thigh, “Okay, but you’ve got to be a good boy.” I turned the car to enter the freeway, “I need to pay attention to what I’m doing. Tell me about the whales.” I thought that maybe he would stop if I changed the subject.

  He turned again in his seat and looked directly at me. “No, I’d rather talk about what we’re going to do when we get back to your house tonight, after the longest game in my life.” His hand started massaging my thigh. “Where I’m going to lick you and kiss you and…” He trailed off.

  “Michael.” I whispered. I wanted to close my eyes and let him take me in his arms.

  Michael chuckled, “Okay. I’m sorry. I’m supposed to be a good boy.”

  Michael managed to maintain his good boy status for the rest of the drive to Dodger Stadium. I had no idea what would happen after the game. There was no way we were going to make it to my house in one piece.

  We met my family at the entrance to the stadium. Michael was very polite and called Dad “Sir”, that alone earned him extra points with Dad right off the bat, which he lost right away when he announced that he was a huge Giants fan.

  Lisa mouthed, “He’s cute.”

  We were off to a good start. Then the nicknames started and I had to explain the various nicknames my family had for me. I was glad that Michael did not add in his “hellcat” nickname for me. I wasn’t prepared to explain that one to my dad. Why could no one simply call me Elizabeth? Plain, simple, and easy.

  Lisa and I made our way to the seats while the boys stopped for hot dogs, peanuts, beer for themselves and soft drinks for us since we were the designated drivers. Dad sat in the middle with Lisa and me on either side of him. Michael and Bill flanked the outside of our group.

  We settled down to watch the game. The first five innings were a pitcher’s game and neither team were hitting. At the bottom of the sixth inning, the Dodgers finally hit a double with no outs. We were hooting and screaming. I had not noticed that Michael slipped his arm around my shoulders and his other hand was again on the top of my thigh. My dad certainly noticed giving us both a wagging look. Michael tried to remove his hand but I clamped my hand over his. I stared back at my dad.

  Michael pulled his hand back and smiled. I leaned over to him and whispered, “You don’t need to take your hand away. I’m a grown woman.”

  He whispered back, “I will have my hands all over you later tonight. I’ll let your
dad win this battle, but I will win the prize.”

  I grinned, “Smart.”

  “Hey, I’m familiar with dads.” Michael’s eyes were sparkling and I knew it was not just the stadium lights that produced the special glint.

  The Dodgers scored two runs and the Giants quickly tied up the game during the next inning. At the bottom of the ninth inning, the score was still a tie. The first Dodger up connected with the ball so hard the bat broke, and that ball sailed out of the park. Everyone was on their feet cheering including Michael.

  “What are you so happy about?” I asked him as we were applauding the team.

  Michael hugged me, “I never wanted the Giants to lose as badly as I wanted them to lose tonight. I wanted this game over.”

  Michael and I said our goodbyes to my family, and we hurried out to my car. The drive back to Torrance was quick in just under an hour. We barely had the front door closed and Michael had my blouse pulled out of my jeans. Standing in the entryway his hands were working on the buttons to my blouse while I tried to pull his polo shirt over his head.

  I giggled, “Wait.” I pulled the blouse off over my head and Michael did the same with his polo shirt.

  His fingers immediately unhooked my bra and pulled it off. It fell on the pile with our shirts. His lips and hands reached my breasts simultaneously. As he caressed them, my eyes closed and I leaned back against the wall. My fingers stroked through his hair and down to his shoulders as I pressed him closer to me.

  “Oh Michael, I want you.” My whisper was barely audible but he responded by moving his lips up to mine. His kisses were deep and when our tongues met, it was like setting a fire. His hand lifted my leg and it easily curled around him. I could feel the heat from his body through our jeans and my hips pressed against him seeking the warmth.

  “Bedroom?” He rasped out.

  I pointed over his shoulder past the living room. “Shower first?” I suggested weakly.

  Michael shook his head, “No.” His hand moved to the button on my jeans and his lips went back to my breasts. “First you.” He said in between brushing my nipples with his tongue. “Bedroom. Now.”

  With each rough sweep of his tongue against my nipples, a small, “Oh” escaped from my lips. My legs were not going to hold me up much longer. I pushed him back, and he grinned as I took his hand and quickly led him the short walk to the bedroom.

  I kicked off my shoes and sat down on the bed as Michael knelt down in front of me. The button to my jeans was undone and he quickly unzipped them. I was not wasting any time getting out of them either. I lifted my hips and helped him slide the jeans down my legs.

  Michael’s eyes sparkled as he looked at me, “Anxious?” he whispered.

  His hands spread my legs apart as he bent to kiss my inner thighs. I laid back and ran my fingers through his hair urging him closer. I was not wearing my sexiest panties, but it did not seem to make any difference to Michael as his lips traveled further up my thighs to nuzzle me. Nothing was moving fast enough for me. I hooked my fingers through the top of my underwear and started to pull them down.

  Michael straightened up and chuckled, “I like this eagerness.” He pulled my bikinis the rest of the way off.

  I reached for his belt. “Your turn.” I said as he stood to accommodate my undressing him.

  His erection was already straining against the material and I groaned in frustration when I saw he wore button fly jeans. My fingers fluttered over his pants not able to undo the buttons fast enough.

  “Here let me help.” Michael said as he effortlessly unbuttoned his jeans and removed his shoes and socks.

  I reached over and tugged him closer to me. Kissing his stomach, my tongue followed the light trail of hair leading from his chest past his waist and disappearing into his briefs. As my tongue and lips continued the down the trail, I pulled both his jeans and briefs down in one motion and he stepped out of his clothes.

  Michael was definitely ready for me. I held his hard length in my hands and looked up at him, my tongue just barely touching his glistening tip.

  I felt him shudder and his eyes closed as a groan passed through his lips, “Oh Babe.”

  Quickly scooting back on the bed, I turned toward him on my hands and knees, beckoning to him with my finger.

  “Come and get it big boy.” I teased.

  His grin was wide as he came toward me, “You are my hellcat.”

  Michael’s hands felt electrical against my skin as we embraced. His lips drank from mine and I gasped for air when he broke the kiss. My leg wrapped around him and I pressed myself fully against him. The urgency in him was evident. His hand traveled in between my legs and I moved so he could fully explore me. The need to have him touch me was too great and I moved my hips up to meet his fingers. Shockwaves coursed through me when I felt his fingers inside of me.

  Michael growled in my ear as his fingers explored me, “Babe, you are so wet.”

  “Oh Michael, no more foreplay, I’ve been ready for you all night.” I buried my head in his neck and pleaded, “I want you inside of me now.”

  Immediately when we joined I lost all sense of time and place. The desire grew in me with each thrust and I could feel the pending eruption coming quickly. With our labored breathing, the wave was on the horizon just out of reach, I whispered Michael’s name.

  Michael had other ideas though as he steadied his pace hitting the exact spot I needed, “Scream for me Elizabeth.”

  I did what he asked. The impact of the orgasm hit me harder than ever before and Michael’s name was on my lips along with a healthy scream and a few other choice words. At this inducement, his thrusts became more and more rapid. His powerful release followed mine quickly.

  Michael collapsed on me and I did not mind his weight because at that moment all I wanted was his closeness. He rolled off me gently and pulled me against him. Our bodies were slick with perspiration while we were still trying to catch our breaths.

  His hand tilted my face up and he kissed me softly. “Wow,” he said. His eyes met mine, “I want you to scream for me like that every time.”

  I giggled almost shyly, “I’ve never done that before.” I admitted to him.

  “Losing control the way you do is a huge turn on for me.” He kissed me again.

  Even though we had just made love, I could feel the blush rising in my face.

  He chuckled. “As is your blushing,” he said sweetly.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that either. I mean, I didn’t think it was possible. I’ve written about it, kind of tongue in cheek, but…” I trailed off. “Sorry, I guess that sounded stupid.”

  Michael laughed, “Nothing you say sounds stupid, although you do sound a little like my eighteen-year old daughter, no wait, that’s too weird. Just ignore that.”

  I laughed, “I missed you.”

  Michael sighed, “It was a long three weeks. I don’t think I could live through that again.”

  “Good,” I said wrapping my arms around his neck snuggling closer if that was even possible. “We’ll have to make sure it doesn’t.”

  We kissed and snuggled together for a while. Finally, I moved to get up, “I need to take a quick shower.”

  “Can I come with you?” Michael asked.

  “No. And don’t get your feelings hurt, but you’ll wet my hair and I don’t want to sleep with it wet tonight.” I said.

  “You don’t trust me?” Michael said batting his eyes.

  I laughed and patted him. “That’s right.”

  “Oh go have your shower. I can’t move my legs yet. I’ll take one after you.” He smiled.

  I got out of bed and looked around for my robe.

  Michael called to me, “Babe, turn around.” I turned to face him expecting to ask me something. “You’re beautiful,” he smiled, “you don’t have to cover yourself.”

  I blushed and waved him off. Once in the bathroom, I took a deep breath looking at myself in the mirror, enjoying a moment of quiet. My face
appeared happy, if not a little out of focus. After my shower, I wrapped a big towel around myself. Back in the bedroom, Michael had straightened out the bed and was lying in bed munching on a bag of cookies. I pulled a nightgown out of my closet.

  Michael shook his head, “No you don’t.”

  I looked at him puzzled, “What?”

  “You’re not wearing that with me.”

  “What do you mean? It’s cute.” I held up the nightgown to him.

  He got out of bed, took the nightgown from me, and hung it up back into the closet. “When you’re sleeping with me, I want to feel you not some night gown.” Michael wrapped his arms around me and whipped my towel off.

  “Hey!” I exclaimed.

  He pulled me tighter against him and kissed me. “Now doesn’t this feel better?”

  Well, I did admit that it did. I loved the feeling of his body against mine. I laughed, “Go take your shower.” I reached down and squeezed his butt.

  “There’s my hellcat.” He kissed me again.

  I called to him as he left the room, “Hey Hoffman, you have a really cute butt.”

  He laughed and waggled it at me before disappearing into the bathroom.

  While Michael was in the shower, I clicked off the lights in the bedroom and snuggled down into the pillows to wait for him. I promptly fell asleep and did not hear Michael crawl into the bed next to me. When I woke up a couple of hours later it took me a moment to figure out where I was, then I felt Michael’s arms around me he was spooned alongside me. I just sighed and cuddled up closer against him.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  At dawn, I slipped out of bed and quietly dressed in the living room. I wrote a note to Michael. I didn’t want him to get up while I was out getting breakfast for us. My favorite bakery known for their fresh croissants was located a couple of miles down the road. They opened early and sold out quickly.

  When I returned from the bakery, the house was quiet which meant Michael was still asleep. I prepared the coffee so that we could flip the switch. Back in the bedroom, Michael must have woken and read the note because it was sitting on the nightstand instead of the pillow. He was sleeping again, on his back with his arm raised above his head. Michael had pushed the comforter down to his hips and one leg was sticking out of the covers, but the rest of him was primly covered. While I stood over the bed I admired him, he had an incredible body. I shivered just remembering how he used his body with mine.