by Conn, Claudy
He smiled sweetly and sighed. “No, baby, no. I don’t know what you have done to me, because now I am going to make love to you. I am going to cherish and then devour every inch of you, and when you start begging for it, oh yeah, baby, then I’m going to fuck you!”
* * *
His kisses made a burning path over my breasts and down to my belly. He nipped at my flesh with his teeth, he licked and kissed and then whispered, “Your body is so perfect. You were made for me, Charlie … just for me.”
I groaned and arched, wanting more, right then, wanting him to drive himself into me, but he wasn’t done making sweet love to me. As he traced a path of sweet kisses, he murmured words of praise, and I swear I heard him say, “Charlie, you have changed my life.”
Had he said that? Was I too bombed? Had I heard him correctly?
He traced his dick over my belly, and I felt it drip and told him. He grinned and put my fingers around his erection as he lifted me up and into position. His voice was hungry as he said, “Want to taste, baby?”
I did. I wanted to taste him.
I nodded my head vigorously, and the next thing I knew we were in that famous 69 position. That, too, like so many things he had introduced to me, was a first for me.
His lips, teeth, and tongue worked at my wet cleft, and I had his huge cock in my mouth.
We made love to each other. This was so much more than sex. This was cherishing one another, wanting to please the other more than wanting to please yourself. This was … oh no, I couldn’t allow myself to believe that he might love me.
It was not as easy as it sounded to maintain that position for any length of time, and after a few awkward moments of trying and not completely succeeding to manage his erection while staying in place for him as well, I put my head back and started to giggle.
His laughter joined mine, and he scooped me up and into his arms as we both dissolved into rollicking mirth.
He began kissing my face, my nose, my lips, and then suddenly passion took us up and away. He worked my body until I called out, “Oh … oh … Wade … yes.” My body rocked with the thoroughness of my climax, and I shuddered in his arms, trembling with pleasure.
He whispered my name and said, “That, Charlie, was making love.”
“Hmmm,” I thought it appropriate to answer.
“Charlie … you make me crazy.” He sounded desperate.
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, how I should respond.
“Charlie, you do something to me … something that takes over my brain …”
I still didn’t answer. This was scary territory. Was he saying good-bye? Was today all about good-bye? I wasn’t ready to lose him yet. Would I ever be ready for that day?
He sighed and rolled me onto my back. He had been kissing and holding and making love to me for at least thirty minutes.
Now, when he spoke, he sounded feral. “I’m going to fuck you now, Charlie … hard, so that you call out my name over and over and never forget that I am the one that makes you feel this way.”
He got himself into position, raised my knees up and wider apart than I thought they could go, and, damn, if he didn’t ram into me. Damn, hot damn, if I didn’t buck against him for more.
He filled me, and his movements were made to take me to the limit, and they did. It was so easy. I reached that pinnacle and cried out in primal grunts as I found release and my body shattered all around him.
He poured his seed into me, and I realized—he had forgotten to use a condom.
He obviously also realized it, for when he collapsed next to me and took me in his arms he said, “That was a first. I have never forgotten protection before.”
I calculated in my head. I was pretty sure I was in the ‘safe from pregnancy zone’ time of the month.
I said nothing.
He kissed my lips. “I don’t know what I am going to do with you, baby. I just don’t know.”
Apparently, not knowing what to do with me meant making love to me, as we did that a good part of the remaining afternoon and into the evening, until I was sure I would never walk again.
Chapter Eight
FOUR DAYS HAD gone by since our tryst in the city, and I hadn’t heard a word from Mr. Wade Devon. Not a word. Plus, he hadn’t been at the farm. It was as though he’d vanished from the world—my world—and I was beginning to fall apart.
Jeff called twice to apologize. I didn’t take his calls. I wasn’t ready.
Also, something was giving me the creeps. I felt like someone was watching me. On one occasion, I looked up and saw Gloria in the barn, talking to Scott. She was fresh to him before she turned and walked away.
I approached Scott and told him not to concern himself. He nodded and lowered his head, as was his way. I was so angry at her for that. Scott’s brain might be damaged a bit, but he still flinched under cruel words.
So my days after our little time in the city were filled with insecurities of different sorts. I made up my mind that it had been all about good-bye. It was as I feared: it was over. And then, hope would wheedle its way into my heart, making it all so hard to accept.
I was in a fog. My head hurt. My heart hurt. My body ached.
Hope still carried me forward while I waited to hear from him, but on the fourth day hope began to wither and die.
I told myself not to jump for the phone when it rang. I told myself not to look down the driveway or, when I was with my horse, to glance at his house.
But the problem was that I have always been a Pollyanna. I guess I always will be; it is in my nature. Still, I should have expected this. He had warned me. He had said not to read anything into what we were when we were together. He had said he didn’t stay. I had been warned.
Our Saturday that overlapped into Sunday had been our last time together. I had to get that through my stupid head. It had been his way of gently saying good-bye. And yet, it hadn’t felt like good-bye. Quite the opposite.
It was already Friday, and as was my habit, I went out early and got in a ride on Sassy before I returned to my easel and got to work.
I couldn’t concentrate, though, so I went outside and helped out a bit with the barn, as one of the girls had called in sick and they were short a man. I chipped in and mucked out quite a few stalls. That was good for me.
I did glance more than was good for my head down the drive, but there was no sign of Mr. Devon.
I spent the rest of the afternoon, like the four days before, painting, and my mood was not good. My art usually reflects my moods, and my art today was dark and cried.
And then, when I decided it was over and he wasn’t going to call, ever again, I picked up the phone and asked if Dee was free to have dinner and drinks with me.
She said sure. She knew what I was going through because I had told her.
I stepped outside from my apartment and, lo and behold, there he was … in my astonished face. Wade Devon, as big as life … no, bigger, and all I wanted to do was to haul off and slap him.
He came towards me.
I walked backwards away from him until my back was against my apartment door.
I said, “Oh, hello. I’m on my way out.”
“Are you? Where to, baby?”
Just like that. I couldn’t believe it. Where to, baby? Imagine the tone of my voice when I answered, “Kinda my business, and don’t ‘baby’ me.” Was that snippy? I hadn’t meant to sound snippy.
“Nothing ever again will be just your business,” he said softly.
“Kinda wrong about that,” I answered, now very much into snippy. “What do you want? A quick roll in the hay? Sorry, no can do, I have plans.” I started to walk past him.
He reached for my arm. I glared at him. He said, “Don’t be like this, Charlie.”
“Like what? You said no relationship. I was in agreement. I don’t expect anything from you, and you shouldn’t expect me to be on hand whenever you like—though I’m certain that jars your sense of control. I never
said I would be around whenever you wanted.” Again, I started off.
He stepped in front of me and blocked my path. “Charlie. Don’t you want to know why I haven’t been around?”
“No. Your business,” I said, but actually if he was offering an explanation, I decided I would hear him out.
“Charlie … I’ve been going crazy without you. I thought I could do it … but I can’t … I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but you are in here.” He touched his head. “All the time.”
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
“I want you, all of you …” he whispered.
“Not happening—not now. I am promised elsewhere. I don’t break my promises,” I told him and made it to my jeep.
He rushed ahead of me and opened the door for me. “Charlie, I was with my mom. She had a relapse and was taken to the hospital. I … I should have called you, I know, but I thought … if I stayed away … I could break the hold you have over me.”
That floored me.
Break the hold? I looked into his blue eyes and stayed strong. “Wade, I am so sorry to hear about your mom. Is she okay?”
“Yes. My mom is a recovering alcoholic. Now and then … she has a misstep, but she really is doing well, and I like to be there for her when she needs me.”
My heart went out to him. But this wasn’t about his mother. This was about keeping myself whole. This was about my aching heart. “I’m glad you were able to be there for her. Now, I really have to go.”
He stood aside from the jeep, and I saw him in my rearview mirror watching me take the long driveway out of the farm.
I sighed because every inch of me wanted to be with him.
Games. Why do lovers play games?
It seemed to come with the territory. I’d never been a game player before. When had I become one? Was that what I was doing? Playing a game? Hell, yeah, sorta.
I really wouldn’t bail on my friends, and I was the one who had asked Dee to meet me.
But I could have been more understanding. He didn’t owe me an explanation. He had been honest from the start. He told me ‘no relationship’.
I felt like a creep, leaving him after he had told me about his mom. That had been cold.
When had I gotten so cold? Yesterday—when I spent another sleepless night wondering if I would ever see or hear from him again. Something inside me broke then and wasn’t repaired yet.
And that was the bottom line—but I so did not like myself at that moment.
* * *
I laughed and played a part with my friends—Dee had asked two of our buds to join us—because I wasn’t really there. Dee knew and understood. I had told her everything earlier that day, and then that night I told her how he had showed up and how I had behaved.
She had said, “Good. What he did was all about him and what he needed. You have to look out for you, because he sure didn’t.”
She was right in a way and wrong in another.
Jeff showed up, and as he approached I went rigid. He said, “Please, Charlie … I’m sorry. I was drunk. Can we just forget it and start over?”
I nodded and gave him a small smile. “Sure.”
“Thanks. I’ll leave you to your girls’ night out.” He backed away.
I looked at Dee, and she arched a brow at me. I downed my beer.
And then I downed another.
I got tipsy and danced with a good-looking guy. When I got back to our table, Dee said, “You know, this is all about him. So I think it is time for my Charlie to go home.” She wouldn’t take an argument from me, and as I saw Tony, her cute guy, walk in and towards her, I decided that was what I needed to do. Go home. Dee put me in a cab.
When I paid the cabby and got out of the car, I saw a shadow sitting on the steps to my door. As I got closer my eyes confirmed my suspicion—Wade.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him.
“Waiting for you,” he said. “Charlie … don’t turn me away. I know you should. I know I don’t deserve you … I know I—”
I rushed him and kissed him with everything I had.
He held me tightly wrapped up in his arms until I vanished in his embrace. The kiss moved into more and still more.
He allowed me air and murmured against my mouth, “Come on, baby … let’s go upstairs.”
To say that we crashed through my apartment as we threw off our clothes is an understatement. I know I knocked over a small side table; he knocked over a chair that was in his way.
We reached the bed, and he grinned wickedly at me as he gently sat me on the edge of it and kneeled between my knees.
His hands were on my thighs, parting them as I fell backwards, and he began making a path through my wet sex and finding my spot. He knew how to work me into a frenzy and did just that. What was I going to do? I had fallen in love with Wade Devon, and he … I wasn’t sure what he felt at all.
His hand pumped hard against my cleft, and I exploded with a cry and a series of moans, or were they grunts? Not sure. My body jerked with the release, and he groaned out my name. “Charlie … yeah, oh Charlie, that’s what I want … to hear you go off like that. You beauty, you.”
He had my butt even as I still went through a series of pleasurable shudders, and he lifted me all the way onto the bed and said, “Again, baby, going to give that to you again and again, but this time …” His voice held so much affection that I stared into his eyes for a moment in wonder.
“I want you so badly …” he whispered, and I caught the wild abandon on his face as he rolled me over onto my belly and in one fluid movement had me up and on my hands and knees on the bed.
He bent over my back, and I felt his erection against my ass as he first fondled my breasts and then flicked my nipples. His touch made my body jerk involuntarily. I pushed back against him, and he laughed. “Hungry for this?” he said and rubbed his dick just at my opening.
He took a moment to sheath himself in a condom and then removed his two fingers that were deep inside me and replaced them with his cock.
Oh but he slammed into me, filled me, touched every sensitive sexual nerve in my body, and then, just as I was about to go off, he withdrew himself and said, “Oh no, not yet, baby, not yet.”
He turned me over, removed the condom, and put his cock to my lips. I took it deep into my mouth and sucked hard, slid my mouth over him in a dance that had him calling my name, and when he went off, I did what I have never done before—I swallowed.
His entire body jerked with pleasure, and I smiled up at him.
He touched my face and said, “Charlie … what are you doing to me, Charlie? I have never been so completely attached to anyone ever in my life. People in my life … leave. I understand the leaving. It’s this … you and me … that has me going nuts.”
He collapsed next to me, took me into his arms, and pulled me on top of him. His voice was feral as he said, “I can’t get enough of you. So lick me, baby, lick my cock back into shape and then climb on for a rodeo ride.”
I laughed. “Don’t you need some rest?”
“Apparently not … do it, baby … lick it … taste us …”
I did what he asked, and holy good gosh, his cock stood at attention and I did just what he wanted—I climbed on, and he gave me a rodeo!
Chapter Nine
WADE’S HEAD STABLE manager, Jimmy Rickles, was an amazing man who had a way with even the toughest horses. He was an older gent who had the patience to do what he had to do to get his job done. He was also good with the boarders. Wade liked him a lot. So did I.
Jimmy came around the bend that led to the back riding ring and nodded, his full head of white hair blowing in the breeze as we walked by him, hand in hand. It was Saturday morning, and the boarders would be arriving soon. Saturday was always a busy day.
It was still early—only eight o’clock—and the barn wouldn’t start buzzing until after ten. So we walked the grounds, and Wade described where he was going to put the indoor riding r
ing and some of the other plans he had for ‘progress’ at Norcross Stables.
Laughing and joking with him, I was almost oblivious to everything else until he suddenly went very still and cursed under his breath.
I looked up and saw that Gloria’s silver car was headed our way.
“Let’s duck her,” he said. “Let’s go back to your place, get in the jeep, and hit the road.”
I laughed. “That’s mean, and besides that, she might have some important papers—”
He cut me off. “No, Gloria has only one thing in mind.” He sighed. “I don’t want to have to go to her boss, but lately she can’t seem to follow my rules. She has orders not to ‘drop in’ on me without calling.”
Curious, maybe jealous even, I asked, “Were you lovers?”
He snorted. “I know you find it hard to believe, but I don’t do the ‘lovers’ thing. Even when I took a woman to bed more than once, and I have, I never let her get the wrong idea about what it meant.”
“Did you take Gloria to bed … more than once?”
“Not to bed. She … let’s say, pleasured me in my office once, and then another time I took her on my office couch. After that I told her that there was no ‘us’ as she seemed to think there could be.”
I felt a moment of sadness. “Does she love you?”
“She wants me, my wealth, and my position in the society she thinks she should be a part of—a society, by the way, that I want little to do with.”
“Why then does she still try?”
“Gloria is persistent.” He sighed. “I can’t tell you how many times I have told her that there was no ‘us’. I explained that we work together and I didn’t like the complications involved with that.”
“And?”
“And that was two months ago, and she hasn’t gotten the idea yet that I meant it. She seems to think we had some incredible sex, which was … really just sex.”
He stopped me, held my shoulders, and said, “Charlie, nothing was ever incredible or special till you. Do you get that?”
“I hope so. Do you?”
