Tarot Card Anthology: Synchronicity Volume 3

by Tina Bendoni, Michelle Hasker

  "Honey, are you sure about this? Do you know him?"

  "Shh, Marian, let her be.” Sabrina hushed the other woman. “Here, take these.” She said as she shoved something in Kathy's purse. Kathy looked down and blushed.

  "You never know if you might need them. Or how many."

  After promising to meet her tablemates for a late lunch the following day, she met her sexy stranger at the French doors leading outside, and walked into the starlit darkness.

  Again, they said nothing, only walked through the paths down to the beach.

  "Thank you for walking with me."

  Kathy gave a nervous laugh. It finally struck her that this probably wasn't the wisest of things to be doing. But she figured as long as they stayed on hotel property she would be okay. After all, she had already made the decision where she wanted the night to end. And it wasn't in her room alone.

  "Can I ask you why such a beautiful woman is alone on such a night? Or is it that you are away from your man and decided to have a little fun?"

  "I came on vacation to be alone for a while. I needed some time to get away from things. To recharge. And to celebrate."

  "Celebrate?"

  Kathy debated how much to tell him and then decided, why not? It wasn't as though she would ever see him again after this evening. “I recently received a promotion at work, and thought this a great way to congratulate myself."

  "So you and your friends came up for the weekend.” He made it more of a statement than a question.

  "No, actually, I came up alone. I just met those women today."

  "But then I ask the question again, why is a woman such as yourself alone on such an occasion?"

  "Because my best friend recently moved to Pennsylvania, and I have no family."

  "No other friends?"

  Kathy debated lying to him. Even though she had decided she wanted nothing more than to spend the night in this man's arms, that didn't mean he wasn't a crazed kidnapper or killer just trying to find a woman alone in the world.

  "Not really. No one I am overly close with at least."

  "For this, I am sorry.” His accent was difficult to place, but she knew from his wording that he wasn't from the States originally.

  "Don't be.” Her voice turned cold. The last thing she needed was sympathy from someone who was probably a gigolo out on the make. With a fake accent to boot.

  He turned her to face him, his face lit by one of the torches the hotel put out on the paths. “Having no one to share your successes with, your disappointments with, can be very lonely. It is only that I do not wish that on any one."

  He sounded so sincere, Kathy flushed with shame. She looked away. “I'm sorry."

  "You just do not wish that I feel sorry for you.” He grasped her chin lightly, turning her head so she looked into his dark eyes once again. “Trust me, little one, that is not what I feel."

  Before she could debate internally what he meant by that his lips met hers and all thoughts went flying out of her brain.

  His lips were soft and hard, harsh and smooth all at once. The earlier heat that had banked in her body flared to life as she gave as good as she got, her arms wrapping around his neck and holding him tight. Fire roared through her blood, exciting her to a totally new level.

  The kiss went on like that for what felt like hours. He held her in his arms, kissing her, tasting her. His hands stroked her back, cupped her head, held her tight against him.

  Finally she tore her lips away to breathe deep as he nibbled on her jawline, kissing his way to her ear. Her knees went weak, and he caught her in his arms, pulling her tighter against his body.

  "Tell me now, do you want me to stop?"

  His breath fluttered over her skin as he whispered the words into her ear huskily.

  "No, please."

  "Then your room or mine?"

  Kathy thought quickly. She had the condoms Sabrina shoved in her purse. If she went to his room, she could go without leaving any trace of herself behind.

  "Yours."

  They quickly made their way back to the hotel and the elevators. Kathy hadn't realized how long they had been outside, but the lobby clock said two a.m.

  He pressed the call button for the elevator. As soon as the doors were closed, they were in each other's arms again. He rained kisses down her throat to her chest, where her wrap dress met in a low-cut V. He pushed her back against the wall of the elevator and before she knew what he was doing, he had the tie of her wrap dress undone.

  His hands cupped her breasts over the black lace bra as his mouth continued its foray down her body. He sucked at one nipple through the material, bringing it to pebble hardness, and dragging a gasp from Kathy.

  One hand stayed on her breast, the other worked its way down to her lace undies.

  "So wet."

  Kathy moaned in response.

  His fingers found their way under the lace as he stroked her labia, thumb pressing on her clit. One finger dipped into her wetness as he bit at her nipple.

  Sanity returned to Kathy as she realized they were in the middle of a public elevator. Her vagina contracted at the thought of them being caught, liquid flooding over his hand. Oh, God, she never thought public sex would be such a turn-on for her.

  With a growl her man tore himself away from her breast and landed on his knees in front of her. He looked up at her with desire stamped across his features before he pulled her panties to the side and dove into her crotch.

  Kathy's knees buckled, and she had to grab onto the railing behind her to keep from falling to the floor of the elevator. He devoured her, his tongue lapping at her as he thrust with his finger in and out of her, driving her to a fever pitch.

  Her head thrashed back and forth as she held on to the railing as though for dear life. Two more fingers joined the first as he lapped and sucked at her. His second hand was wrapped around her ass, kneading one cheek as he sucked hard, one last time, sending her screaming over the edge.

  He sat back on his heels as he watched her get control of herself. He then quickly got up and wrapped her dress tight, holding her in his arms. Reaching over to the panel, Kathy saw him flick what looked like a key, and the elevator started moving again.

  Shit, she'd never realized it had stopped. Kathy noticed he hadn't even mussed up his hair as the door pinged right before it opened. He guided her out of the doors, and she stopped short. She expected to step into the hallway, but was surprised to see a sitting room instead.

  She turned to him with a question in her eyes.

  He shrugged.

  Undaunted, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into the middle of the sitting room.

  Screw the room. She didn't care if it was the best room in the place or the worst. She was here for one thing and one thing only.

  "Would you like a drink?” He pulled her into his arms again, and nuzzled her neck. A drink? Hell, no, it was the last thing on her mind.

  "Mmm,” was all she managed to get out before he captured her mouth with his. Suddenly they were stripping off each other's clothing, shirt, pants, dress, all going every which way, until they were naked in the middle of the sitting room.

  The urgency that seemed to take them over in the elevator took them again as he quickly walked her back to the bedroom, kissing and fondling her all the while. They fell back on the bed, locked in a tight embrace. He was on the bottom, cushioning the fall, but quickly rolled them over so his body covered hers.

  He leaned back and his gaze raked over her body. Kathy went to cover herself, but he held her hands back.

  "Don't."

  "But—” Kathy was honest with herself. She had the body of a typical thirty-five-year old woman. She took care of herself and wasn't overweight, but it wasn't like she was fit enough to be in any of those exercise commercials.

  "I want to look.” He continued to hold her hands, bringing them together over her head as he leaned down for another soul-searing kiss. Kathy didn't know what it was about this man, but
his kisses made her toes curl and her pussy drip.

  He held her hands together as he worked his way down her jawline to her neck where he nipped at her sharply before moving further down.

  She tugged at his hold, eager to feel him under her hands, and was relieved when he let her go. Immediately her hands wrapped around his back to feel his muscles ripple as he moved under her palms.

  Her lover took her nipple in his mouth and bit at it, forcing her to arch off of the bed and thrust herself into his mouth. Her nails dug into his back as she moaned.

  His other hand found her dripping pussy and entered her canal to stroke her.

  "No."

  He stopped at her word, his eyes flying to her face.

  "I want you inside me. I want that cock buried deep inside me, making me scream as I come."

  "Oh, you'll get it, have no worries, just be patient."

  "I want it now.” Kathy reached down to grab his penis in her hands and stroked it. He was thick. And her pussy leaked out more liquid as she thought of him filling her with it. He pumped at her with his hand and she lost all thought other than his fingers in her, and her hands on him. Oh God was he hard.

  She had done that to him. Gotten him so hard she could feel him pulsing beneath her palm. Increasing her pressure on him, she slid her hands up and down his shaft, stroking him, mimicking the feel of her vagina around him.

  "Condom.” She muttered it, just sane enough to remember. “My purse."

  Quickly he climbed off the bed and retrieved her purse for her. “Is this what you came here for this weekend?” he asked her as she took the strip of condoms out. Shit, Sabrina had given her half a dozen of them.

  "Um, no, Sabrina stuck them in my purse when we left the bar."

  "Mmm, then I owe the lady my thanks.” His hand had returned to her pussy to stroke and play with her. The sensations he was creating were almost too much for her to bear. Shakily, she removed one of the packets, tossing the rest to the side of the bed with her purse.

  When he reached for it, she pulled it away from him. “Unh unh. Mine,” she said.

  He raised an eyebrow before positioning himself within her reach.

  She got her first full close-up look at his cock and quickly looked at the condom packet in her hands. Thank God, it was magnum size.

  She ripped the packet open and placed the condom over his tip before slowly sliding it down his shaft. His eyes closed as she stroked him gently, assuring a tight fit of the rubber.

  Kathy tried to keep her fingers on him, but he moved back out of her reach. At her whimper he only smiled before turning his complete attention to between her legs. It took only seconds before he had her soaring again with orgasm, gasping for relief.

  It was only then that he positioned himself at her still pulsing center and thrust himself into her. He filled her like she knew he would, tight and snug, sending her over once again. He felt like he belonged there. Like she was made for him.

  Once seated in her, he began to thrust slowly, her walls hugging every inch of him as he pulled out and pushed in.

  "More. Faster. Harder.” She gasped her orders to him, needing more of him. Immediately he obeyed. His thrusts came faster and harder, forcing her body tighter and closer to yet another orgasm. Her nails were digging into his shoulders, her legs bent, propped up to help meet him thrust for thrust, feeling him all the way to her toes.

  Her climax, when it came, was just as intense as the other she'd had this night, if not more so. Her body tightened as her inner self exploded into oblivion and she felt his final plunge and his paroxysms into his own orgasm.

  * * * *

  Kathy looked into the mirror on the bathroom wall. Good God, she had just had sex with a man whose name she didn't even know. She should be ashamed of herself, but she wasn't. She was a single adult, and responsible for her own actions. They had used protection. She had known what she was doing. And was damn glad she had done it.

  The fact that her emotions seemed to have gotten wrapped up in what should just have just been a night of quick, anonymous sex was the part she couldn't understand. She'd never done this before. Hell, she'd been with other men since Riley but had never experienced anything this intense, this driving need to be with someone.

  Maybe it was the fact she didn't even know his name. Perhaps the anonymity added something to it her lonely heart misinterpreted.

  But Kathy knew it wasn't that. There was a connection with the stranger that she had never experienced before. And if she spent any more time with him, she was sure to get sucked into something that she couldn't handle. She wasn't ready for that.

  Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Kathy grabbed her purse, glad she had taken it into the bathroom with her, and opened the door that led to the sitting room rather than back into the bedroom. They had left the light on so she was able to find her clothes easily. Quickly she slipped them on and searched for her second shoe. There it was. She almost had it in her hand before she heard his voice.

  "Going somewhere?"

  Kathy's head shot up. He was leaning against the doorway leading into the bedroom wrapped in a bathrobe. She'd never even heard the door open.

  "Um, well. I figured I would go back to my room and get cleaned up.” She slipped the shoe on her foot.

  "There is plenty of hot water here. Robes, too.” His voice dripped with some emotion she couldn't identify. It wasn't sarcasm, but she knew he wasn't buying her excuse.

  "Yeah, well, I, um, tend to have an allergic reaction to any soaps but mine.” As she was talking, she started backing toward the elevator. She had no fear of him hurting her, but she didn't want a confrontation. It was better to leave like this. No strings attached. He would be thankful for it in the morning.

  "Will you at least tell me your name?"

  Her hand had already pressed the call button when she heard his request. She stepped through the doors before turning around to face him across the room. “Kathy,” she whispered as the doors slid shut.

  * * * *

  Kathy sat down to lunch with her new friends. Before she was even completely seated their questions started.

  "Who is he? Did you know him before last night?"

  "Who cares who he was, how was he?"

  "Sabrina!"

  The women at the table giggled as they waited for Kathy's answers.

  "I don't know."

  "What do you mean you don't know?” Marian asked, her voice loud enough to cause other diners to turn and stare. “Are you nuts?"

  "Marian, calm down, she's old enough to make her own decisions, and you can't tell me you've never wanted a hot night with a sexy stranger. No strings attached."

  Marian flushed but remained silent.

  "Okay, now tell us all about it.” Sabrina leaned forward as though eager for whatever Kathy had to tell.

  Kathy looked at the women at the table with her. She'd never had friends quite like this before. She had been a loner in high school, and Sarah had been her best friend through college and law school and ever since. Although they shared much, there were some things they hadn't really talked about since college.

  "Well—"

  "Well what?"

  "Sabrina, let the girl keep her secrets."

  Sabrina glanced at the woman who had spoken and frowned at her before returning her gaze to Kathy. “Okay, fine. But when are you gonna see him again?"

  "I'm not."

  "Why not? Was he that bad?"

  Kathy laughed, remembering the elevator. And the bed. Both times.

  "Come on, spill the beans.” Kathy shook her head but before she could say anything, the hair on the back of her neck stood up, and the women at the table once again fell silent.

  "He's right behind me, isn't he?” Kathy asked softly of Sabrina, who was sitting beside her. Sabrina nodded.

  The hand rested on her shoulder at the same time as she felt him beside her head, as though about to whisper something in her ear. Or kiss her. Which he did, rig
ht on her earlobe.

  "Good afternoon, ladies.” He stood back up as he greeted the rest of the women at the table.

  Slowly she turned her head to see him. He was even more gorgeous than she remembered. He wore a black collared shirt and skintight blue jeans that left nothing to the imagination. Damn.

  "I was wondering if I could interest the group of you in a private tour of the vineyards and specialty wine cellars this afternoon?"

  Kathy crinkled her brow. What is he up to? None of the women answered him, all looked at her as though asking for permission.

  "It's up to you guys.” She shrugged.

  "We'd love to, thank you.” Sabrina smiled up at him.

  "Is thirty minutes too soon for you ladies to be ready?"

  Sabrina looked around at the other women before speaking for them. “That's fine."

  "Very well.” He nodded. “I will meet you at the east doors in half an hour. Until then, ladies."

  The women waited for him to be far enough away not to hear them before starting in on her once again.

  "Kathy, who is he?"

  "I don't know.” She shook her head. The hotel offered large public tours, true, but as far as she knew they didn't offer private ones. And last she heard the public wasn't allowed into the smaller cellars, ever.

  "What do you mean you don't know? You spent the night with him, didn't you?"

  "Who said they were talking?"

  Kathy glared at her new friends.

  "Sorry, guys, I can't tell you anything about him."

  "He must have some pull here. You know the specialty rooms are closed to public tours. They only allow people in the tasting room and the main cellar."

  "I'm sorry. I don't know anything about it."

  Sabrina picked up her glass. “Well, the poor man doesn't know what he's in for then. We'll have all the information we need within the hour.” She turned and looked at the other women around the table. The sly smiles set Kathy's nerves on edge. The clink as their glasses met filled her with dread as she wondered what they were going to do.

  * * * *

  Kathy followed the women to the east doors. She didn't want to, but needed to find out what the other women had planned.

  "Good afternoon, ladies. Thank you for coming. My name is Marco, and this gentleman here beside me is one of the other owners of the vineyard, Giovanni. He has graciously offered to accompany us and answer any questions you might have about the vineyard and its history."