HANDS OFF MY BRIDE

by Claire St. Rose

  They drove slowly down the main driveway and into the house. “Oh no,” Dakota said, as they pulled into the driveway and she could see that Mike’s bike was gone. “Did me sneaking out get Mike into trouble?”

  “Well, it doesn’t make him look good, but he’s not going to get fired over it. He’ll just have to deal with the guys giving him shit for letting a girl sneak past him.”

  “Girls are sneaking out experts; that’s the first thing you should tell them.”

  Adam laughed, “Boys are pretty good at it, too.” They were stopped behind the garage. There was a sensor that would open the garage door, so cars could get inside but they hadn’t driven passed it yet. Silence overtook them as Adam cut the engine and sat back, looking up at the night sky above them.

  Dakota looked where he was a looking, at a patch of sky where the tops of trees met the horizon. She allowed herself to settle into her seat as she realized she hadn’t thought about her father or the hit the entire drive. She felt relaxed and comfortable and even though the car was parked she didn’t want to leave it. She leaned back into the comfortable leather seats and closed her eyes for a moment. Crickets chirped loudly around them, and the air was cool. It was a perfect night, and it was then that she felt Adam’s hand on her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. The gesture was so intimate and so delicate; it sent shivers down Dakota’s spine.

  Her eyes still closed, she leaned into his soft and gentle touch. He cupped her cheek with his hand and stroked her cheekbone with his thumb as Dakota let out a sigh. She felt his other hand come to rest on her knee and then squeeze it. Then, with long, lazy gestures, he stroked her thigh, stopping occasionally to squeeze her gently. Dakota finally opened her eyes and turned to look at Adam, at his dark eyes and strong jaw. Slowly Adam leaned over and placed his lips on hers. He kissed her gently, kissing her lips, her cheek, her jaw, before coming back to her mouth. He kissed her again, deeper this time sliding his tongue between her lips where it found hers and together they slid and glided along each other.

  Dakota brought her hand up and ran it down Adam’s strong arm and then his chest. She could feel the bulge of his muscles underneath his shirt. His pectorals, and his abs were hard against her soft fingers. Adam’s hand left her thigh and rested it for a moment on her stomach before sneaking up and underneath her shirt. His fingers danced across her flat stomach and then he reached farther up to caress her breasts over the thin bra she was wearing, still kissing her all the while.

  His skin was hidden under clothes, and her clothes restricted his touch on her breasts. She wanted there to be nothing between them. She wanted to feel his hands directly on her skin. She wanted to run her hands up and down his arms and over his chest and feel the heat from him. She wanted to touch him and be touched by him. She wanted to have him inside of her, rocking and moving from within her.

  She brought her hands up to his face and kissed him deeply, running her tongue over his, biting and sucking on his lower lip. His hands became frantic running up and down her back, sneaking up under her shirt and grabbing her and pulling her close. She felt his strong arm find the clasp of her bra and with one expert motion he unsnapped it and she felt it come loose.

  “Let’s get in the back,” she whispered.

  And he nodded opening his door and walking around to hers and opening it up for her. She slid her feet out and stood up. Adam grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the car, closing the door and then pushing her back against the car to begin to kissing her neck. He started at her jaw and moved down, biting, sucking, and kissing his way towards the nape of her neck. He kissed her there, and she gasped, pushing herself into him. He stroked the nape of her neck with his tongue, bit down on it and she moaned for more.

  Dakota grabbed Adam’s jacket and began to pull it off him, revealing the tight t-shirt he wore underneath, and he broke away from her to take the shirt off exposing his firm chest and stomach. Dakota reached up and stroked his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles and she felt him shudder from the attention. While she touched him, Adam’s hands found their way to her shirt and he lifted the garment up and off, taking her bra with it. Dakota gasped as her delicate skin was exposed to the cool night air and she gasped again when Adam took her breasts in his hands and began to massage one while taking the other his mouth. His tongue ran over her nipple making it stand hard. Dakota moaned and ran her hands through his hair, whispering his name over and over again.

  His hands were at the button to her jeans and he undid them easily, lowering the zipper and pulling her pants down past her knees. Dakota slipped out her shoes and kicked the pants free, standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of simple black panties. Adam undid his belt, kicked off his shoes and removed his pants, his erection showing through his boxers. He leaned against Dakota and she felt his warm skin against hers, hearing him moan as she brought her hands down to his member and gently stroking it through the fabric, feeling it grow even harder from his touch. She wanted him. She was wet for him.

  “Get in the back seat,” he whispered into her ear and Dakota was powerless to do anything else. He opened the back door and she slid inside. She sat up straight in the back seat, waiting for him. “Lie down on your back,” he instructed. Nervous and unsure, but even more curious and excited Dakota did what he said. She fell down, and felt the leather of the car on her back and could see a million stars in the sky above her. Just as she had settled down comfortably, she felt Adam’s hands at her hips, and he pulled her along the seat, closer to him.

  He hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them off, tossing them to the side. Then he pulled her close to him, kneeling in the grass outside of the car, and he brought Dakota’s legs up until they were resting on his shoulders. He kissed the inside of her right thigh and Dakota shuddered. Then he brought his lips and his warm mouth to her pussy before kissing here there, too.

  “Yes,” Dakota whispered to the stars. He kissed her again and began to slide his tongue between her folds. Slowly, gently, he stroked her with his tongue, making Dakota writhe beneath him. He was relentless, stroking against that spot, driving her wild, sliding his warm tongue over it, always going at his own slow pace. There was a fire building inside of Dakota, burning brighter with every stroke and kiss. “Yes,” she moaned, taking his hair with her hand, trying to make him go faster or harder, but he wouldn’t be swayed.

  His motions were slow and dedicated and teasing, just the slightest attention to that spot, just a graze against it, driving Dakota wild. “Don’t stop,” she begged, moving her hips against him, trying to force him to move how she wanted. But he refused. He was driving her mad. She was so close, hovering on the edge, so close to finishing. She was moaning and crying out, begging him to finish her.

  He sped up his attention, his tongue massaging and working that spot. Dakota was so close, and then, so gently, he took her clitoris between his teeth and bit her. It was exactly what she needed and Dakota felt an explosion inside of her as that fire began to burn wild. She cried out and bucked against him as her orgasm rocked through her body sending shockwaves of pleasure pulsing out of her. It seemed endless as his tongue road her through it until finally it subsided and she collapsed into the car, taking deep breaths as if she had just finished a marathon.

  She was half in the car, but her legs were hanging out, her feet resting on the wet glass. She heard Adam rifle through something as she slowly managed to sit up, and scoot back farther into the car. Adam stood before her, his penis hard and erect and Dakota felt suddenly nervous looking at it. She had never been with anyone like Adam, someone so strong and confident, someone who did the hard work himself instead of hiring someone else, someone who lived a life so very different from her own. Her breath catching in her throat, watching as Adam rolled a condom over himself. He sat down in the car and took Dakota gently by the arm, pulling her towards him. She knew what to do, what he wanted her to do. And with the aftershocks of her orgasm still pulsi
ng through her, Dakota straddled Adam, taking his member in her hand, she guided him into her, lowering herself on him slowly, crying out as she felt his large penis stretch her and fill her up.

  His hands were on her lower back and he held her close to him as she began to move up and down on top of him, her lean body undulating with his. She leaned over and kissed him as his hips matched her rhythm and they began to move together. She could feel all of him inside of her. She could feel the length and girth of him along her inner walls as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. He broke away from her kiss and moaned, burying his face in her shoulder as his hands pushed her up and down as she rode him. She could feel his hips coming up to meet her, and she could hear him as he moaned uncontrollably.

  It seemed impossible, but something about the way he fit inside of her, something about the way they moved together, hit Dakota in just the right way. She moved herself against him and could feel his member rubbing inside of her. She felt her orgasm start again. She thought it impossible that she would finish again, but her body had other ideas.

  Suddenly Adam pushed her and she was against the back of the front seat. He pushed even deeper into her and his left hand came up and massaged her breast.

  “Yes,” Dakota whispered. “Yes, that feels so good.” She felt out of control, she needed to finish. She needed him to finish; she was so close, and she couldn’t stop herself. Her hands went down and she began to play with herself, massaging her clit. As her fingers worked, they occasionally touched Adam’s cock as it came in and out of her and he moaned every time she did it. “I’m so close,” Dakota whispered.

  “Yes,” Adam responded, and he took her by her hips and began to push into her even harder than before.

  She kept her fingers on her clit, touching herself to his rhythm. Her other hand grabbed his shoulder as she felt the pressure build inside of her until she couldn't take it anymore. She needed him so desperately. She moaned loudly and cried out as her orgasm overtook her, her body out of her control rocking and pushing against him. With a fierce look of concentration and a loud cry, Adam pushed himself so far inside of her that Dakota cried out and he did it again and again until he finished.

  For a long moment, Dakota remained on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder, his large warm hands running up and down her back. She felt warm and tired, like she could have slept in the car. She finally pulled herself off and sat down on the seat next to him. He pulled her close, his arm around her shoulder. His fingers drew patterns on the skin of her arm, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to focus on the sensation of his touch.

  CHAPTER TEN

  “Wow,” Dakota said, as she took a deep breath, “it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex in a car.” She finally came back down and suddenly felt self-conscious, sitting naked in her own backyard. She pulled herself away from Adam, sliding out of the car and dressing quickly, pulling her jeans up and over her hips and pulling her shirt on. She felt Adam graze her stomach with his fingers, and then he, too, was doing the same thing, pulling a shirt over his abs, a crime against nature.

  “That was nice,” he said as he opened the door to the passenger side so Dakota could take her seat.

  “Very nice,” she agreed, adding the words, amazing and indescribable in her head. It had been so long since a man had been so attentive to her, so patient, so focused on her needs. It had been so intense and so pleasurable that Dakota’s body was still shuddering with the aftershocks. She watched Adam walk to the driver’s side and start the car, parking it in the garage and putting the top back up. Dakota was pretty sure she would never look at that car the same way again.

  It was late, almost two o’clock in the morning, and Dakota was exhausted. They walked in through the back door, standing in the house’s far-too-large kitchen.

  “I need to run a quick security sweep of the house,” Adam said.

  Dakota wanted to tell him not to bother. There was no one there; nothing had happened to her; her father was the person in danger. But she knew her protests would fall on deaf ears and, besides, Adam was just doing his job.

  “I am going to go take a shower and go to bed,” Dakota said. She wanted Adam to come with her. She wanted the two of them in the shower together, warm water and soap covering their skin. She wanted to sleep next to him, to feel his big, comforting presence in the darkness of the night. She wanted him next to her, so this house wouldn’t feel so empty. But she didn’t know how to ask him. She had been hurt so many times before, had been let down, had her heart broken, been used. She needed to be so careful, but he made her feel reckless. He made her want to try all over again – give herself one more chance to be with someone who would actually want to be with her, someone who would let her have her own interests and life, who wouldn’t be intimidated by her family name and money. That was a lot to ask of anyone; maybe it was too much to ask.

  She didn’t say goodnight. His hand was resting on the counter and Dakota put hers over his gently and walked away from him and upstairs. The house was so empty and dark and cold. When she was a child, and her mother was still alive, the house was alive. They had a full staff and there were always guests: artists, European nobility, architecture students who would come to study the house and her mother’s art collection. The lights were always on, the shades thrown back. They used to have lawn parties and barbeques. But now it was empty, and far too dark. All of the shades had been drawn closed; the staff had been reduced to a few daytime players.

  As Dakota walked through the familiar darkened hallways toward her room, she ignored the occasional creak and what sounded like footsteps. It was an old house, old houses had personalities; they settled into themselves, made noise.

  In her bathroom, Dakota ran the shower and undressed, tossing her clothes into a pile and throwing them into a laundry basket. In the shower, warm water ran over her skin and steam filled the room. She let the spray of the water massage her neck and back as she thought about the fact that she had just had sex with her bodyguard in her father’s Cadillac in her own backyard; anyone could have seen them.

  But Dakota didn’t feel embarrassed. It was the opposite. Every time she thought about it, a smile came to her face. Fucking under the stars, she had never done it before, and she didn’t regret doing it that night. As she turned off the water, she grabbed a towel and dried herself. The bathroom was warm and filled with steam, like a sauna, and when Dakota stepped out it and into her bedroom, she was disappointed to see Adam wasn’t there. Why hadn’t she invited him up – some weird sense of pride? She slipped into her silk shorts and camisole top, and decided to screw being careful. She was going to go and get what she wanted.

  She pinned her still-wet hair up and checked herself out in the mirror. Deciding she looked good, she stepped out into the hallway to go and find Adam. She was only two steps out of the door when she heard what sounded like a clicking noise and, then, the sound of someone clearing their throat. Dakota stopped cold and looked to her left. There was nothing down there, just a back staircase and a linen closet.

  “Adam?” she called out, turning towards the staircase, “is that you?” But there was no sound, no noise. “Mike?” she called. But still nothing. The floor creaked underneath her as she walked towards the stairwell. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her eyes were wide open. She knew there was no one back there; she was just hearing things, freaking herself out over nothing. The house was secure; there was no way that anyone had snuck in here. She kept repeating that thought to herself as she walked closer and closer to the door to the back stairway.

  It was the servants’ stairway, but no one called it that anymore. A hundred years ago or so, servants, like children, were meant to be neither seen nor heard. They worked behind the scenes making it seem like a house this size ran all on its own. The back stairs were made of wood and creaked; they were dark. Dakota had been scared of them her entire life. When she had been a child, there were nights when she would have to prop a chair agai
nst the door to keep it closed, convinced that would keep monsters at bay.

  She was in front of it now. But she couldn’t hear or see anyone. She carefully pressed her ear to the door and listened. Did she hear someone breathing? Impossible. There wasn’t anyone back there, and if there were she wouldn’t be able to hear them breathing through the door. Still, just to be sure, she reached over and put her hand on the doorknob and, just as she was about to turn it, she heard it again, a muffled cough. Someone was back there.

  Dakota turned and ran down the hallways, hearing the door open behind her and the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor, catching up with her.

  “Adam!” she screamed, hoping he was still in the house, that he could hear her. “Adam, help! There’s someone up here!” She screamed. She raced down the hallway towards the main entryway of the house, her feet slamming against the floor, but the footsteps behind her were getting closer. As she ran, she chanced to look back and saw a hulking man in all black with a black mask covering his face, a gun in his hand. He was charging down the hallway, quickly catching up to her.