Stolen Innocence

by S. M. Stryker

  When I return to the room. Ian gives me my cup of coffee. I take a sip “Mmmm... that’s good. It hits the spot, thank you. So can I ask you a question?”

  “Of course, you can ask me anything. I don’t ever want you to be afraid to talk to me or ask me anything.”

  Looking up at him through my lashes, I say. “Relationships are new to me I don’t know anything about them, but obviously you have had them before. I know you have been with other women before,” I say, not a question but more of a statement.

  “I've had a couple relationships, though nothing that was serious. Yes, I have been with several women. I know this is going to sound bad, but they didn’t mean anything to me. They were there to fill a need. I was stupid and selfish. I'm not proud of that, but it's the truth. Does it bother you?”

  “Oh,” I say, my eyes dropping to the floor. "Ian, I'm not that person that can just fuck a guy and not think anything about it. I have to have feelings for the person I make love to. I can't be a fuck buddy; that's not who I am.

  Walking over to me, Ian takes my chin in his fingers. He raises it to look into my eyes, “I will always be honest with you Parker, Yes, I have had my share of women, but that was before you. That is something you don’t have to worry about. The last thing I am looking for is a fuck buddy Parker.”

  Looking down at the floor again, I say, “I guess I’m just a little apprehensive, not ever having a relationship before... I just don't want to be so naive about this that I get hurt."

  "Parker, if I could give you one thing I would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes. Maybe then you would realize how incredibly special you are to me. Parker, what I mean to say is when I do take you to bed it sure as hell won't be fucking. It will be sweet passionate love. I want you to be mine and only mine. Does that make perfect sense?"

  My heart is pounding. I can't believe what he has just said. He wants me to be his and only his. Why me? "Ian, I know nothing about making love or what a man likes. I don’t want to do anything wrong. I'm afraid that my sexual inexperience will push you away.”

  Taking my chin again, he kisses my nose and says. “Don’t be concerned about that; we will learn each other together. Okay?”

  I nod. “Okay,” I reply.

  Chapter 10

  Life's a Beach

  Parker

  After taking my shower, I braid my hair, put a little blush and lip stain on and dress in a pair of black shorts. With a black camisole layered with an off-white large knit sweater over the top completed the ensemble. I donned black leather flip-flops. Ian walks up behind me as I am putting on my flip-flops wraps his arms around me. "You look amazing, love." I turn to him, looking into his beautiful green eyes, and put my hands on his face, pulling him to me and kissing him tenderly.

  "Thank you, Ian. You make me feel that way."

  We walk to his Jeep and drive to his condo. He showers and changes into clean clothes.

  His condo is down at the River Place, a few blocks from where we had our first dinner. We park in the underground parking garage next to a Cadillac CTS. I say. "I don't think I have ever seen a car so sleek." It's a beautiful black metallic.

  "Thank you," he says, while smiling at me, "it's mine."

  "Boys and toys," I say.

  Taking my hand, we walk to the elevator as he pushes the call button. When the doors open, he pushes a personal code in, then presses the button for the thirty-first floor. After unlocking his front door, I take a step inside. I stand there in awe. All the outer walls are floor to ceiling glass. I can't believe the amazing view he has of the Willamette River.

  "Wow! Now I see why you think I live in a little shithole."

  "I haven't nor would I ever say that about your place. I think what you are trying to do is admirable, and I am proud of you. I know so many people that are in that entitlement phase; people that were never taught the value of a job. You are doing what you can, and I think that’s venerable."

  The foyer was larger than my whole apartment put together. It's an open concept floor plan. Walking through the foyer is the living area with two black leather sofas facing each other, centered around a gas fireplace in the left wall. There is a white and tan suede area rug arranged under the sofas with a black ottoman that's used as a coffee table setting between the sofas. To the right is the dining room. The first thing I see is a beautiful black and white blown glass and iron chandelier hanging above the long dining room table. The kitchen is situated more toward the middle of the room while the dining room is at the outer wall. The kitchen is state of the art; all granite counter tops with a glass subway tile backsplash and stainless appliances and eating bar with six black leather bar chairs featuring the same blown glass as the dining light, but in pendent lights. Throughout the condo, on the inner walls, were adorned black and white photos of downtown Portland. Some of them are of the Portland landscapes others were candid pictures of random people enjoying Portland. It was the type of art that you don't see very often.

  I stand in from of them and admire them. "He's a local PhotoArtist. He has taken candid pictures of people downtown for years. He has a way of capturing his subjects. His name is Kurt Stricker. Now that you are living downtown, you might see him down here. He is down here most weekends."

  "Does he have a gallery?"

  "No, but he has been published in several magazines and newspapers. That's where I saw his work first. You would love his landscapes too. He works a lot with waterfalls. Most of the falls are at Multnomah and Silverfalls."

  Ian walks back to his bedroom to get ready for the day. The bedrooms are to the right, past the dining room. I wondered if Ian's mother decorated his home. The windows are spotless as the sunshine filters through them. I am speechless. I go outside on the balcony; it makes me a little nervous being that far up, but it has such a spectacular view. Boats are passing by, as I look around at the scenery. What a difference in living spaces of my place versus his. I am embarrassed, my walls have paint from the 60's, the stained and worn furniture is from my grandmothers day, the kitchen sink that I think used to be white looks more brown, the best thing about my place is the rent is cheap, not inexpensive but cheap not to mention the smell, you can only use so much Febreze. While his place has all the modern convenience, it's sleek and exquisite and beautiful and probably cost more than my whole apartment complex

  While Ian showered and dresses for the day, I looked around at how he has decorated his condo. There are a lot of pictures; several of him and his sisters. At least I presumed they were his sisters. They were identical twins, and they have his same bright green eyes.

  When he comes out of his room, he looks delicious. He is in a pair of faded ripped jeans a plain white v-neck long-sleeved t-shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows that fit snug around his muscles, and a pair of white leather Chuck's. He trimmed his stubble, and just looking at him makes me melt. What did I do to get so lucky?

  I walk over to him putting my arms around his neck pulling him down to my mouth kissing him. He lets out a groan, then I put my lips to his ear biting his lobe, I whisper. "You look so delicious, I could lick you all over." Then I nibble his lobe again. As I suck on it he lets out a little moan. I feel his chest, and he is breathing faster. I have the same effect on him as he has on me. I think to myself and smile.

  He looks into my eyes, giving me a wicked smile as he raises his eyebrows at me. "We better get out of here or we'll never leave."

  As the doors of the elevator closes, Ian gives me a look, it's as if he wants to devour me, then the wicked smile shows on his face it send shivers pulsing through my core, I am already breathless and he hasn't even touched me, my heart is racing when he suddenly pushes me against the wall, lifting me as I wrap my legs around his waist. He takes my hands in one of his raising them above my head. He takes my mouth in his, kissing me ferociously. I give back as hard as he takes, as if he is my lifeline. The elevator stops, we rip ourselves away from each other, panting trying to pull ai
r into my lungs as he set me back down on my trembling legs. "Was that an in the moment thing? Or do you do that all the time on elevators?" I pant out.

  "No, but you seem to bring out the beast in me. What you and I have is something on a whole other level. This is different and unique. But, yes, I think it's the thrill of getting caught and you too." He smiles down at me.

  He takes my hand and we walk to where his cars are parked. When he steers me to a little white and blue machine. It's amazing. He opens the door for me. "Oh my gosh! It’s like a spaceship the doors are scissor doors." I'd only seen doors like these on TV... Magnum PI with his Ferrari and Back to the Future with the Delorean. "This is the coolest car I have ever seen!" I tell him.

  He chuckles that low husky laugh. "I thought it would be fun to go for a drive today."

  "I'm yours for the day."

  "Just for the day?" he questions. He helps me down into his car. He leans down and whispers in my ear. "I want you for more than just a day," then nips my ear, I yelp.

  My heart skips a beat as I look up at him through my lashes.

  He shuts my door then goes to his side, slipping down into his seat and pushing a button to start the car. It purrs like a kitten.

  He slowly pulls out of the garage and just drives; not paying attention to where we are going. I'm lost in our conversation.

  I think to myself about the last forty-eight hours; about what I am feeling for Ian and about tomorrow when I go back to reality. I feel as if I have been living a dream the last few days. I think about having to wake up alone in my bed tomorrow morning. My heart starts to hurt. How did I get so used to this in two days? I love just talking to him and being with him; not even doing anything at all except being in his company. I must have a sad look on my face because Ian is looking concerned. "You okay?" he asks.

  "Oh, yes," I reply, pulling myself back from my thoughts. "I'm just thinking about the last couple days. It's been amazing and tomorrow... well, I go back reality. So much has happened this weekend, I don't want the bubble to burst."

  "This weekend has been incredible . Why would you think this would end? Have I done anything to make you think that?"

  "God, no, it just seems too good to be true. Nothing ever happens to me like this and everything has gone so fast. I mean, I feel like we've known each other forever that we've just picked up from where we left off. I feel so comfortable with you. I've never felt this way about anyone not even Bridget. I think about not being able to see you every day and my heart hurts. And then I think; what if my heel hadn't become stuck in the sidewalk? I know I'm being silly, but I don't want this to end."

  Ian surprises me by pulling over and taking the car out of gear. Turning to me, he picks up my hand. "Parker, my love, I know how you are feeling because I feel the same way. Why do you think I wanted to spend every free minute I have with you?" He lifts my hand to his lips kissing it. "I believe that we don't meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our paths for a reason. I'm not going anywhere, so let's enjoy today and not worry about tomorrow right now, okay?"

  "Okay." I nod.

  Ian puts the car in gear and we are back on the freeway continuing our drive. "Besides, if we hadn't met on the sidewalk then we would have met at the Benson Bubbler, or at the yakisoba noodle cart or at the bookstore. Our lives have crossed four times, that says something to me.

  It doesn't take long before we are at our destination. I had been so engrossed in our conversation I hadn't paid any attention to where we were. Ian comes around, opening my door and helping me; out when it hit me, the smell of the salty air. "We're at the beach!" I exclaim.

  A smile claims Ian's face as he laughs. "Yes, we are. Have you been to Cannon Beach before?"

  "No, only Seaside."

  "Well, let me show you Cannon Beach then. It is my favorite beach. It's not as busy as Seaside and Seaside doesn't have Bill's Tavern either. Bill's has some the best halibut fish and chips I've ever had. Do you like halibut?"

  "I've never had it before, but I'm not old enough to go into a bar."

  "Well, today will be another first for you then. That is, if you want to try it. Bill's has two sides to it; a bar side and a family side. Not to mention they also have outside dining too. That's what I thought we could do since it is such a beautiful day."

  "That sounds good!"

  "Let’s eat first, and then we can go walk on the beach," he says. He takes my hand and we walk to the restaurant. The inside of Bill's is packed. Although as we walk to the outside dining area, a couple is just standing up to leave. Ian grabs the table, motioning to the waitress as we sit down. She cleans the table and takes our order.

  "This is really good," I say. Ian was right; the fish and chips were wonderful. The halibut was mild and not fishy tasting.

  "Would I ever steer you wrong?"

  As we sit there, I'm deep in thought as I mentally argue with myself about my feelings for Ian. How can I have these feelings? We have only known each other a few weeks. It's too soon, isn't it? Could I really be falling in love with him? What happens if he doesn't feel the same way as I do? Can I trust him not to hurt me? God, I am falling in love him. Ian takes my hand "What are you thinking? You're a long ways from here."

  Being pulled me from my reverie, I say "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about this last weekend again."

  After settling our tab, we walk toward the beach. As we are heading to the beach, I notice all the little shops that line the street. I whisper in awe, "What a beautiful place." We make our way to the long flight of stairs that take us down to the beach and I see Haystack Rock; probably one of the most photographed landmarks of the Oregon Coast. I take my flip-flops off and carry them. The tide is out and we walk along the edge of the water as I look for shells and rocks in the sand, while trying to not get wet by sneaker waves. There's a light breeze blowing at my back, but the sun is so warm.

  "What a perfect day," I say.

  "Every day is perfect for me when you’re around," he says. I look up at him and bump his shoulder with mine. He smiles down at me. We continue to walk and talk as we entwine our fingers together. We occasionally look out into the ocean to watch the surfers or an sporadic boat floating far by. But we are so engrossed in our conversation that before we know it we are way down the beach; no one is around. Ian stops, turning to me, before taking my face in his hands. He gently places his lips on mine, kissing me softly, tenderly. He pulls back, looking into my eyes. "Parker, I want all of you, I want you to be mine and only mine. I know we haven't known each other very long, and I don't want to scare you but, I know what I am feeling. This past weekend has shown me.” My heart is pounding, and there is a lump in my throat. I can't talk. I feel the backs of my eyes sting as a tear falls down my cheek. Leaning down he kisses the tear away.

  "Oh, God, Ian," I whisper. "Of course I will, I thought I was crazy for feeling this way so soon. I haven't ever been this happy before." I grab his face, pulling it to mine as I kiss him. He wraps his arms around me, lifting me as he swings us around in circles like a merry-go-round. I squeal from the motion. He goes so fast that he loses his balance and we both fall to the ground getting sand all over us. We are both laughing so hard, I can hardly catch my breath. Then he's leaning over me, looking down into my eyes with a look of desire. His eyes are dark and hooded, and he kisses me softly. Pulling away, he looks at me again, as if questioning himself what to do next. He kisses me again; this time a little harder. But this time he doesn't stop. He continues to kiss me so hard it's as if he is starving and can't get enough to eat. I feel the same way, and all thoughts leave my mind. I am dying for his touch, for his mouth, for his love. He pulls back, his thumb brushing over my kiss-swollen lips. I lick his thumb, sucking it in my mouth, and his breath hitches as he stares into my eyes. My body shudders, and there is a throbbing between my legs as my sex clenched. I could feel it getting hot and oh-so-wet.

  "All my life I thought it would be just me and nothing more. Then you come along and you
change my way of thinking; you make me want more. Until you, I never considered the possibilities," I say as I run my hand over his cheek.

  "It isn't every day that a wish comes true, Parker, and you are the answer to my wish. I knew it the first time you fell into my arms." He makes this confession as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me.

  As he stands, he grabs my hands to help me up. "We should start to walk back," Ian says. "It's getting late and I don't want you to get cold." Hand in hand, neither of us are speaking as we ponder our new revelation. We make it to the stairs that lead us back up to town. We walk down the street, window shopping for nothing in particular; just mindlessly wandering. We end up in the candy store buying saltwater taffy. It's later than I thought all the stores are closing. Apparently we had been walking on the beach for hours. The day was almost over.

  "Are you hungry?" he asks

  "Yes," I say, with a playful smile on my face.

  "What are you hungry for? They have almost every type of food."

  I don't answer him, and that's when he looks down at me. There is a ghost of a smile on my lips as I raise an eyebrow.

  "Well, Lord knows I can't let you go hungry," he chuckles, as he grabs my hand and pulls me to the car.

  As we drive back toward Portland, I place my hand on his leg. "Thank you, Ian, for such a magnificent weekend."

  "Love, the weekend isn't over yet!" His lips curl in a mischievous smile.

  I bite my lip as my eyes alight with excitement. "Fuck, keep biting your lip like that I'm going to pull over and bite it myself." I lift my eyes to meet his. He raises his eyebrows, wiggling them a few times.

  I lick my lips "Yes! Please!" I am surprised at my actions, but I feel so comfortable with him.

  Ian laughs. "Your wish is my command!" He pulls off the road at a nearby rest area, parking in a secluded spot.

  Exiting the car to open my door I could feel the hot wet tingle emanating from between my legs. Ian grabs my hands, pulling me out of the car and wrapping one arm tightly around my waist The other has wrapped my braid around it, pulling my head back slightly for better access to my mouth. He leans over licking my bottom lip with his tongue. He then does the same with my top lip. My heart is racing and I can barely breathe as he takes my bottom lip in between his teeth, biting and sucking it. I let out a moan as I grab his hair with both of my hands, attempting to pull him closer to me. He puts one leg between mine as he brushes his muscular thigh against my now sensitive sex. I shamelessly ride his leg; it feels so good.