No Ordinary Romance

by Smith, Stephanie Jean

  Connie shook her head in the negative, she didn't think she could move right now if she wanted to. "I need to recover."

  Thomas laughed as he slid into bed next to her covering them both up. He couldn't keep his hands off her, so he began rubbed her back waiting for her to calm down. "You want to tell me about the fire."

  Connie turned to look at him. Thomas's hair was in disarray, and both of them needed a thorough shower. Yet here he was lying next to her, his eyes full of empathy showing her that he cared. "We lived in a poor neighborhood in some small town, in Iowa. My mother couldn't keep a job, but she had plenty of men friends to buy her booze and supply her with drugs.

  David was four, and I had just turned seven. The night of the fire our mother left us alone and made me promise that I would stay in bed. We only had one television in the house, and I would sneak downstairs after David went to sleep to watch TV.

  On the night of the fire, 'West Side Story' was coming on later that night and I was determine to see the musical. I promised my mother that I would stay in my bed, but as soon as David fell asleep, I snuck downstairs and watched the movie. It was everything I hoped for; I loved the singing. I even pretended as if I were one of the dancers in the movie.

  I fell asleep on the living room floor and woke up when I heard a crackling sound. I saw flames coming from the kitchen. Little did I know that the fire had already reached the second floor. I ran to the stairs, but embers from the second floor fell trapping me on the stairs before I could save David. My nightgown caught on fire, but a fireman reached me and put the flames out. I kept yelling for David, but the fireman rushed me out of the house into waiting arms.

  Eventually another fireman found David, but it was too late he carried David's lifeless body out of the house and took him to the other waiting ambulance. That was the last time I saw David. I swear that I saw my mother's face in the crowd. I called to her, but she never came forward."

  Thomas caressed her face and wiped away her tears as she told her story from hell. "It's okay baby, let it out. I have a feeling you've been holding this in for most of your life." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead before she laid her head on his chest.

  Connie listened to Thomas's heartbeat a few minute before continuing her story. He was a strong man and he would be able to hear her story without turning away from her. "I was flown to the burn center in Lincoln. My nightgown had melted to my body leaving horrible burns on my lower back, thighs, and genitals. I can almost feel the pain as I remember the doctor removing my skin along with my gown.

  I think the worst part was when they took me to the debridement chamber where they scraped the dead skin from my body. They would give me antibiotics, and they were extremely careful about the pain medication administered to me. I had to undergo several skin grafts over the course of the year.

  I heard that my mother was arrested for some crime unrelated to the fire. She gave up custody of me, and I became a ward of the state of Nebraska. I ended up in several foster homes before I finally came to live with Momma Lettie. I was ten years old and felt like an old woman. The scars aren't the only reminder of the fire. The hair on my hair turned white because of stress and pain of the burns. My hair used to be a pale blond.

  When I saw my mother in the crowd that night, I knew that she started the fire as sure as I knew that David was dead. When I saw her face, I could tell that she was angry that I survived. I always wondered why she wanted to kill us. What was wrong with me and David that she wanted us to die?"

  "Constantina, your birth mother was clearly a psychopath. There's nothing wrong with you that the love of a strong man can't handle. You've got a heart made of gold, you're loyal, and your hot little body keeps me coming back for more. Momma Lettie was your true mother, she obviously loved you. You've been raised in a loving household, and that's why you're the giving person that you are."

  Connie was quiet, absorbing Thomas's words. "I'm tired Thomas, and I'm probably going back to sleep, but I promise when I wake up I'll make you a feast fit for a king."

  Thomas smiled, knowing that whatever this thing he and Constantina have wasn't going to fade away. He's going to hold on tight and never let her go. "I'm gonna hold you to that." He was tired too, he tightened his arms around her as he went back to sleep.

  ***

  When Connie woke the second time it was after 1:00 p.m. She got out of the bed without waking Thomas and took a quick shower. It was a good thing she went to the grocery store early this week. She planned a menu in her head as she came back to her bedroom pulling on a pair of pants and a sweatshirt.

  "What are you doing?"

  Connie smiled at Thomas who looked like an unmade bed. "You need to take a shower, by the time you get out I'll have your lunch ready." She felt her heart beat speed up when he took a heated perusal of her body with his lust laden green eyes. "No Thomas we can't stay in bed all day. Well, not until we get some nourishment." She left the room as he pulled down the covers, she didn't trust herself not to jump his body.

  Thomas laughed at Constantina as she fled the bedroom; he took a quick peek outside. He wasn't going to wear his tuxedo all weekend, good thing for him that he still had his luggage in his car. Of course, he was going to have to endure the snow in his wingtips. He put on his clothes and braved the cold and snow to grab the suitcase from his car that still had clean clothes.

  Connie was waiting for him as he re-entered the house. "Why didn't you tell me that you needed something from your car I would have gotten it for you?"

  Thomas was shocked that her sidewalk and driveway were cleared; the person or persons even took the time to clean off his car. "How did you get your driveway and sidewalk cleared so fast?"

  Connie shut the door behind him, "A kid in the neighborhood takes care of my yard all year long. When other kids his age are sleeping in, he's out making money. "If he had your car keys he would have pulled you car out of the driveway and cleared it. It's no problem though; he'll get it later after you leave. I don't know what I'm going to do when he graduates from high school.

  Thomas stood there not taking his eyes off her. Are you in a rush to get rid of me?"

  Connie saw the brooding look on his face, did he seriously think she was ready to let him go. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere. I believe I promised you a demonstration with my toys."

  Thomas held his breath the whole time she spoke, he didn't know what he would do if she kicked him out. "Constantina I'm a willing participant." He kissed her and headed back to her bedroom.

  Connie enjoyed watching him walk back to her bedroom. Wow! Thomas really is a lot of man; he looks good coming and going. "I'll have your lunch ready by the time you're done showering."

  ***

  Connie made hot ham and cheese sandwiches with cottage fries and a fruit salad. She was just setting up everything on the kitchen table when Thomas walked in straight from the shower. His eyes told her that he was hungry for more than food, but he would settle for food right now. "What would you like to drink? I have fruit juice, milk, beer, cola, and I also have water."

  Thomas sat down at the table realizing that he was starving as the aroma from his plate reached his nose. "You weren't kidding about a feast. Usually I eat a bowl of cereal and then I might pick up something later from a fast food joint for dinner."

  Since Thomas didn't answer her about a beverage, she got a glass of water for both of them. "This isn't a feast Thomas, this is a late lunch. If you're nice to me, I might make you a shrimp gamberi with a white sauce. I could also make you meatloaf, macaroni and cheese, a green bean salad, and homemade rolls."

  Thomas stopped chewing his food when he heard her say homemade rolls. "You can really make all that?"

  "Yes, I can actually make all of that. I'm not a girly girl like my friends Samantha and Jenna, but my momma taught me how to cook. Lucky for you that I went to the store earlier this week, so the cupboard is full."

  "Whatever you decide to make I will be in se
venth heaven? Now I suggest you finish your lunch, so you have enough energy to last you the afternoon. I haven't had a woman in months, ever since you caught my eye. My self imposed sexual drought is over."

  Connie took her time finishing her lunch. She wasn't going to be rushed, not even for Thomas. "I'm a slow eater, why don't you tell me about you family."

  "What do you want to know?"

  "Everything. When I found out that Joanie Galvin was your mother I couldn't believe it. I mean she is so..."

  "Let me finish that sentence for you. Joanie is a delightful person; she's funny, caring, and a wealth of information. How could she possibly have such an egotistical son like Thomas Galvin?"

  Connie laughed at Thomas's self abasement."Those aren't the exact words I would use, but the sentiment was the same."

  "My mother is a strong woman, and I know that I've been a disappointment to her at times. I opened up a law firm with my wife after graduating from law school. She was part of Omaha's elite: Miss Aksarben, her father was a respected judge, and all the Anglo hotshots wanted her. In their eyes, I was a dirty Indian who didn't know his place."

  Their lighthearted banter got serious quick. "Thomas I want to know everything about you, but not if you have to dredge up an unpleasant past."

  Thomas was disappointed to see Constantina's playful mood evaporate; he was serious about establishing a relationship with her. Therefore, that meant explaining an inglorious past, which made him infamous. "I want you to hear from me about my ex-wife and the court case that dragged my name through the mud. I was so proud of my Native American heritage that I started using my middle name Greywolf."

  "I remember seeing ads and bulletin boards all over Omaha about Thomas Greywolf Galvin. Why did you stop using your middle name?"

  Thomas took a sip of water and gave her a smile of self-derision. "I was so busy showing everyone that I was a successful Native American that I couldn't see the deception under my own nose. My ex-wife Elise and I were becoming the "it" couple in Omaha. There wasn't a party we weren't invited and our list of rich and powerful clients escalated.

  Then I got wind of some nasty rumors that our clients were losing money on bogus land deals; deals that I knew nothing about. Some of the powerful clients filed suit and our other clients quickly jumped on the bandwagon. We quickly went from being Omaha's darlings to the scourge of the city. The middle name I so proud was flashed all over the nightly news and newspapers. Hell, we even made the national news."

  Connie sat there quietly listening to what was obviously a lousy time in his life. Did he really think she wouldn't want him in her life because of his past? "You don't have to rehash your past Thomas..."

  Thomas ran his forefinger down her cheek. "Yes I do, I want you to realize that I'm not that same clown. I learned my lesson. Anyway, all of my assets were frozen, and my parents stepped in and hired the best lawyer in the mid-west for me. After a year of accusations and court drama, I was found innocent, and my wife ended up in prison."

  "So you stopped using your middle name because you feel as though tarnished it?"

  "Greywolf was my grandfather's name, he was a proud Santee Sioux, and I brought shame to his name."

  Connie got up and grasped his face, "you have nothing to be ashamed of Thomas!"

  Thomas pulled her into his arms. "If I hadn't been so intent on showing everyone how smart and successful I was. I probably would have seen the disaster my trophy wife was stirring up around my head. I learned whom my true friends are, and I realized that my family is stronger than I gave them credit. Now that you've finished your lunch, and you heard all the details of my past. I'm ready for you to tease me into submission."

  Connie was glad to see that they day hadn't been ruined. Thomas was back in rare form and ready to take up where they left off in the bedroom. She grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway to her bedroom. "This may take the next couple of days; I have a whole dresser full of toys."

  Thomas picked her up and carried Constantina the rest of the way to her bedroom. "Again my sweet Constantina, I'm at your disposal."

  ***

  Chapter 8

  Connie woke early, surround by the warmth of Thomas's body. She pushed back against his hard length, daring him to wake up and take her again. She had more sex last night than she had in the past year, longer if she considered good sex into the equation.

  She wanted to taste him again before she went downstairs to work out. She pulled out of his arms and took a tour of his body with her lips and tongue. He accommodated her by spreading his legs as she moved between them kissing and licking her way up to the prize. Connie worked the thickness of his erection into her mouth using her tongue to swirl around the fat tip. His deep groans spurred her forward, fueling her determination to make him come quickly.

  "Constantina, I want to come inside you."

  "Not this time Thomas." Her hands continued to rub his hard length as she sucked the sheer essence out of him. He grabbed her head taking control as he guided his cock deep into her throat.

  "Baby that feels so good. Take all of it down your throat!"

  Connie felt his testicles swell as she worked her mouth up and down his hard ridge. He was getting closer to the point of no return. She grabbed the base of his cock and sucked him hard until he erupted in her mouth. Connie didn't waste any of his release; she made sure she licked it all up. When she was done, she crawled up beside him, kissed him thoroughly as the bristly hair on his face scratched hers.

  "Go back to sleep Thomas, it's still early." Connie rested her head on his chest until she heard his light snore. She kissed him lightly on the mouth and slid out of bed careful not to wake him. She donned a sports bra and shorts, grabbed her running shoes before leaving the bedroom. She put her shoes on in the hallway and made her way down to the lower level of her house.

  She did a few stretches before setting her treadmill on warm up. After five minutes of the basic warm-up level, she raise the level to high intensity aerobics. Connie was running on the treadmill thinking about her weekend with Thomas. It was nice to have a sexual relationship with a man who didn't wince at her scars. When she finished her workout she was going to make him breakfast before he left.

  She finished her 40-minute workout and didn't see Thomas in the room until she stepped off the treadmill. "Whoa! When did you sneak in here?" He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair was still wet from the shower.

  Thomas came closer and snagged a kiss. "I missed you as soon as you left the bed. I didn't seek you out right away because I didn't want you to feel stalked in your own house." He sat down on her exercise bench and motioned for her to join him.

  "I'm all sweaty, and you just got out of the shower."

  Thomas gave her a half smile, before reaching for her and pulling her down on his lap. "I'm a man of strong appetites and I need you again before I leave for work."

  Connie sat astride him, rocking against his erection. "I don't want it to be said that I'm not a good hostess."

  "No other man is going to get the chance to find out." He growled deep in his throat as he pulled the exercise bra over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her pink nipples stood out against the pale skin of her breasts. He palmed one breasts as he feasted on the other one.

  Connie loved and hated the way he made her feel. One person shouldn't have that much control over her emotions. "Oh Thomas..."

  "Let go Constantina! Quit holding back on me." Thomas took turns sucking her nipples until they were hard and erect. "Take off your shorts baby; I want you to ride me to completion."

  Connie stood up and removed her shorts as Thomas let the towel drop from around his waist. She sucked in her breath, unable to take her eyes off Thomas's pulsating cock. He picked up a condom off the bench and handed it to her. She opened the little packet and rolled the condom up his rigid length.

  Thomas was getting antsy, he wanted to be inside her, and he didn't want to wait. "Take me now baby. Don't make me wai
t."

  Connie straddled his thighs once again, this time welcoming him deep inside her. She could get used to having Thomas around; she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling. "Thomas help me!"

  Thomas put his hands on her hips and surged up deep inside her. "Open your eyes Constantina; I want to see your eyes as I make you mine again." She opened her eyes, just as he suspected her eye color changed in the heat of passion. Her eyes changed from violet to a rich royal blue. He was too busy claiming her last night to notice.

  The intimacy of staring into Thomas's eyes was new to her. His pupils enlarged until there was almost no green visible in his eyes. Connie felt like his possession, no, that wasn't right, she felt like his woman. Thomas removed one hand from her hip stroking and pinching her clit; he handled her roughly so she would feel the little explosion.

  "You're almost there baby; let go and I'll take care of you." She arched her back as he drilled into her one last time. She was so beautiful; he wanted this feeling to last. He would do whatever necessary to keep her in his life.

  Connie was slowly climbing down from her orgasm as Thomas continued to move inside her before he came. Never breaking eye contact with him made their love making hotter. She made a move to climb off him and Thomas wrapped his arms around her holding her still. He kissed her mating his tongue with hers. He makes her feel as if their relationship is more than an ordinary romance.

  Connie pulled her head back to study his face; he looked like a warrior who'd just done battle on his woman's behalf. She could imagine him carrying her off to his secret hide-a-way. She traced the wolf tattoo with her finger. "When did you get this?"

  Thomas nibbled on her throat before responding. My sisters and I spent one summer on the old tribal lands. One of the old timers called me little wolf, it made me so proud that I wanted to do something to honor my grandfather. One of the older artists of the tribe agreed to create this work of art on my chest. It took a better part of a week for him to complete it, and I thought my chest was on fire."