by M. Garnet
He let me go. I felt him move away and there was a loss. Strange. I turned to go back upstairs. I began checking everywhere and putting all that belonged to me on the bed. I had my backpack. I tried to remember where I might have tossed anything else. I looked under the bed. I checked in the drawers. I thought I had pulled everything. I went into the bathroom to grab his toothbrush, the toothpaste, and the comb. I could not think of anything I might have missed, but I was pretty sure Charley would erase all traces of our DNA from the bedroom and bathroom after we left.
By the time I was back to the bedroom, Tim was in the room. He had set two canvas bags on the bed. I began putting everything into one while I looked at him. I held up my empty backpack.
“Take it. We will get rid of it later, in a safe place, or you might end up using it again.”
We got everything together, then I relied on Tim to be the expert in getting the last inspection done. I carried both cases downstairs. Charley had supper almost ready. I helped put together a salad. It did not take long before we all sat down to have a slow meal. There wasn’t a lot of talk, but Tim and I sat close. I felt his leg against mine throughout the meal. It was as if it was something that had always been there.
Sitting there at the table, with his leg against mine, it hit me, so clear. I was truly in love. The old fashioned, until death do us part, I don’t care who or what you are, it doesn’t matter what you have done, real love. I couldn’t swallow the food in my mouth. I wasn’t sure what I had eaten. I looked over at him.
He saw my look. “What?”
I shook my head and finally swallowed my food, calling it quits on the eating. I put my hand under the table and on his leg. He smiled and he quit eating, putting a warm hand on top of mine.
I helped Charley clean up the kitchen while Tim took our stuff outside. We sat around the table for another hour listening to Charley as he talked about life on a farm in Kentucky. Tim was close with his arm on my shoulder, twisting a strand of my hair. Tim at last stood up. “Time to go.”
Charley nodded. “I have a couple coming over to visit. You might pass them on the road.”
Tim pulled me to leave. We grabbed our jackets as we went out the back door. I was shocked. There was a dark blue Mercedes SUV. Tim handed me the keys. “You drive so I can watch for a while.”
I didn’t hesitate. I was going to take his orders without holding back from now on. It would be important, even if I still had some doubts. Besides, I had never driven a Mercedes. OMG.
“We are going to head north east. We are looking for the Ohio Turnpike. From there, we will go west.” Tim gave me directions as he buckled up.
The only thing that left me uncomfortable was the fact that Tim pulled out the small bag that held his gun and put it by his feet. We pulled out of the long driveway. Sure enough, we saw a car waiting to turn in. It held a young couple. The man nodded at us, then they disappeared from view as they made the turn. They had an identical SUV to the one we were driving.
“Are they pretending to be us?” I asked as I carefully took the heavy smooth-driving vehicle on the road.
Tim reached over to put his hand on my thigh. “It is, just in case. We don’t think anyone knows about this house. But it never hurts to spread a little confusion and erase any footprints.” Tim had me use the fancy adjustments for his side view mirror so I realized he was arranging to watch for anyone tailing us without being obvious.
For me, driving this luxury vehicle was easy. I just started watching signs and soon found the first green signs in the shape of the state that indicated the Ohio Turnpike that was part of an interstate highway system. A system required payment. As we entered the manned gate, a bored guard who was already looking at the next car, handed us a card.
I saw the camera that registered our tag and probably took our picture. “Tim, won’t there be a problem with the camera?”
Tim sat still, not saying anything until we had picked up speed, then he looked around to watch the traffic coming through with us. “Slow down to the speed limit and let the traffic go on past us. When you get to the first rest area, pull into it for a stop. The windshield distorts the camera’s view. It will show the people from the car behind us.”
He watched the traffic around us as it passed, but it did not seem to take him long to relax. I drove the speed limit that seemed to make our vehicle be much slower than all the rest of the traffic. Evidently the speed limit and the speed vehicles traveled on this road where two different things.
“Pick up the speed to keep up with the traffic until we get to the rest stop.” Tim’s voice was in a military order mode, not the pleasant lower tone I really would have preferred, but I wasn’t going to complain.
The Mercedes drove like a dream. Finally, I did see the large rectangular sign for the rest area. I stayed in the outside lane so that in time, I gave the signal for the turn. I pulled into the long paved driveway to a very generous parking lot with enough lights to make people feel safe. I felt safe until Tim pulled the small saddlebag up and pulled out the gun. He leaned forward to have room to push the gun into his belt in back. He pointed where he wanted me to park. When he got out, he adjusted his shirt, pulling his jacket on over everything as he stood within the open car door.
“Let’s go to the bathroom. I am going to walk you up to the woman’s, but I am actually going to take you into the men’s side where you can use a booth. Go ahead and use it so that you will be comfortable as we travel.”
He walked with his arm around my neck, pulling me close. He kissed my head, allowing him to look over and around the area. When we got to the entry to the two restrooms, he stopped, pushing me up against the wall. He shoved his body against me, kissing me deeply this time. I immediately reacted with heat below and welcome above.
Tim also responded. I don’t think he meant to, because when he drew back, I could tell he looked at me for a long second. He drew a finger across my lips.
“Save that until we at least make it back to the car.”
His voice was a whisper. He stepped back, adjusted his crotch, then ducked into the door of the men’s side. He came back out, grabbed my arm and drew me in. He pulled his gun out, jumped up with the gun, and broke the light bulb, shielding his face from the glass. This made the room dim. I went past the urinals and into a booth. I found I did indeed need the facilities. I heard Tim at a urinal. Okay, we were still human even in the throes of emotions. I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Hey.” I heard Tim’s voice outside my booth door. I knew he was chastising me for laughing. “Stay put,” I heard him say. Then, I saw his boots move away from beneath my door. I heard another set of footsteps as the sound of someone using a urinal, but next water running.
“Hey, buddy, how far you going?” This was a strange voice.
Then, I heard Tim’s voice.
“Look, you want a bloody lip, take a step closer. Otherwise move over so I can walk out.”
“Hey, sorry, just thought maybe you were waiting for something special.” The strange voice was a whine.
“Back off.” There was a threat in Tim’s voice.
“Sorry, I am short of cash and I read you wrong. Sorry.” The whine was getting quieter.
I could hear footsteps leaving. It sounded like both men had left. I decided to take Tim’s instructions as written in stone. Even though I was dressed, I stayed in place. I heard someone enter, but I made sure the stall door was locked. I stepped up on the seat, crouched there, and took shallow breaths that I hoped no one would hear. I held my breath completely when the steps stopped in front of my door.
“Hey, lady, how about a quickie in the car?”
It was Tim. I jumped off the seat and flew out the door into his arms. He was actually laughing down at me. He hustled me out the door. We went down the walk to the parking lot. When we got to the SUV I started to walk around to the driver’s side, but Tim stopped me.
“Oh, no, you have to finish wha
t you started back there.” He pulled me around to the passenger’s side and opened the door. He had me trapped against the open door.
He was looking around over my head. “Take off your jeans and panties.”
I opened my mouth in shock. I couldn’t see much over his wide shoulders, but I knew there were other cars, pickups, and even some people. He lowered his head, capturing my open mouth. The heat of that tongue undid me completely. I felt him reach down so that he could unhook and unzip my jeans. He began pushing them down.
I pushed back. The heat was building in my stomach, but there was that old-fashioned girl still inside also. But with those dark eyes and that slight crooked smile, I decided it was better if I did not know if anyone could see me. I pushed my jeans and panties down to my ankles. I used my feet to push them past my shoes, then off.
Tim slid into the seat, pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. He pushed the buttons of the leather seat, moving the back down. He reached down to pull my jeans in, then threw them over the seat. At last, he pulled the door shut.
“Oh, my God, if someone walks by, they will see us.” I don’t know why I was whispering.
He was reaching down between my legs to open his pants. The back of his hand was rubbing me that was drawing the heat. He got his pants open.
“Wow!” I couldn’t help the appreciation.
“Hey, I have been uncomfortable since the kiss, and you owe me.”
He actually gave an evil chuckle. He placed his hands on my hips as he raised me up. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and he lowered me down. God, sex with Tim was so good. How could I have thought that sex was just ho-hum? I didn’t need his hands to encourage me. It seemed I knew what to do. I just shut my eyes, threw my head back and let my body move up, then slide down to give me such a feeling of warmth, excitement, and love that I didn’t want it to end.
Tim reached in and as we were almost at the peak he placed fingers on my swollen nub. I let out a groan and as we both came, I felt my muscles grip around the shaft within me as I had a second, followed by a third orgasm. I collapsed against Tim and just lay there breathing. Finally, Tim cleared his throat.
“Here.” He handed me a damp towel. The dirty devil had prepared. I rose off him carefully, wiped myself, then wiped him thoroughly. I put the towel down on the floor. I slid off his lap turning over to find myself pushed under the wheel. He handed me my jeans and I used the auto buttons to put the seat as far back as it would go. I squirmed into my jeans, minus the panties.
I started the car and looked around. On the other side of the parking lot was the area reserved for the big trucks. As I pulled out, two men, leaning against one big bumper started clapping. Shit.
I looked over at Tim who was just bringing up the seat back, with the look of the cat who had a feather hanging out of his mouth. Why was it that after sex, he looked stronger and I was totally exhausted? We drove a couple of hours more through the night. Then, when we reached the Indiana border, we paid at an exit. We got off the Interstate highways. We found a cheap chain motel where we could park in back and tucked in. I admit I was out of it. I fell asleep on top of the covers.
I will look back on this and regret the time I wasted on sleep. We had such little time together that sleeping, even against his body, was a time totally lost to my mind and my experience. How could I let a tired system demand rest? Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Chapter Ten
Day Two: Eyes of Dangerous Love
I woke up to the smell of coffee. I slowly opened one eye to see a cup of steaming carryout being waived in front of me. I rolled over to find I was naked under the covers. Hmmm, seemed to be a habit around Tim—a habit that I could learn to enjoy. I took the coffee and got a kiss that was only a little bit sexy, but a whole lot comforting.
“I need a shower. I stink.” I smiled as I handed him the coffee. I got up and scurried into the bathroom. This was not a first class motel, but the bathroom, although small, was clean. It had a shower stall separate from the bathtub. The hot water felt wonderful on my sore body, so I just stood under the downpour, backing up under the shower, letting it flow over me.
Tim stepped in facing me. I opened my eyes, blinking the running water away, trying to see. He pulled me to him. I felt his erection as the water coursed down over us while he held me tight and kissed me. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes to feel the heat of the water, but there was more heat of sex as he held me. Then I felt Tim pushing me down. I was not sure what was happening at first, but I soon realized that Tim was encouraging me to my knees in front of him. I had read about this, but I usually flipped the pages real fast. I had never imagined doing it myself. But this was Tim. The guy who created a heat in me that I had never felt before.
I decided to see if I could slowly work my way into this. I would learn to see how I would react. I kissed his stomach, seeing the muscles contract as I ran my tongue abound the deep hole surrounded by dark hair in his stomach. I felt the heat of his body. The hot water rolled down over taught male muscles. At last, I was at the base of his erection. I closed my eyes to allow myself to run my tongue around the base slowly. I found the bottom, then discovered a strong vein. I kissed it and heard Tim groan.
There was a strange feeling of power that made my female organs blossom. I had no shame. I slowly took my tongue, using it to push the water, and moved it up to the bulging crown of his glory. He leaned back against the wall of the small shower. Somewhere over the sound of the water I heard my name. He pulled at my hair to get me to come up to him, but I shook him off. I ran my tongue on the top across the slit at very center. He did roughly grab me, pulling me up. He had his hands under my legs as he raised me up. He lowered my body onto the shaft I had just kissed.
He pumped into me several times, then came with a great shudder. We both collapsed to the tile floor, since his legs wouldn’t hold both of us up any longer. I reached up to turn off the water and then I got up, smiling from ear to ear as I walked out. I grabbed a towel on leaving the bathroom.
I had managed to get partially dressed by the time Tim came out of the bathroom. He didn’t shave. The dark low growth of hair on his face just added to the dangerous look that suited him. He had a towel wrapped around, but he shed it fast to pull clothes out of his bag. I felt him looking at me so I tried to ignore him as I finished dressing. I had to put my dirty clothes into a plastic bag and put everything else into the canvas bag. I moved around him to the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair. By the time I finished, I came out with my personal items along with a smile.
I tucked my items away. Tim watched me zip up the case. Suddenly, he grabbed both cases. He had the small gun case on his shoulder. I started towards the door with a light step, but as I started to open it, Tim’s foot was in the way.
I looked up at him puzzled.
“You left me weak on the shower floor?”
It was a question, but there was something more behind the words and his face.
I raised my eyebrows and gave him an innocent smile. “Gee, Timothy, I thought I took care of everything. After all. I turned the water off.” I tugged at the door, but he didn’t move his foot.
“You are enjoying this?” Tim’s voice sounded gruff.
“Yep, I kind of thought you enjoyed it.” This time I pulled hard on the door. He let it open.
“Okay, I owe you one,” he said, just loud enough for me to hear. He followed me to the car.
A delicious shiver ran down my back. I got in the driver’s seat, started the motor and then looked at him. “Where do we go?”
“Target, shopping.”
I looked at him surprised. “Target? Like bullets, and such?”
He pulled out a baseball cap and put it on backwards. Next he put on sunglasses. He laid a baseball cap on the armrest between them. I assumed it was for me. He instructed me on road directions and we were soon in a nondescript mall that had a Target. Okay, I had the wrong Target in mind. I
found a parking spot, and then took the time to push my hair up under the cap. We went shopping. This was a strange world that I found myself caught up in.
Actually, it was fun. The store was crowded. I saw Moms with kids, teenagers in groups, couples with or without babies. There were retirees pushing carts slowly in the middle of the aisles. There were men alone in the auto and tool sections just looking and wishing as they mulled over everything. Women alone in the clothing and shoe departments—someone should start a dating service between these two departments.
Tim acted like a teenager pushing the cart in and out. He found his cargo pants along with some long shorts. He grabbed a couple of tees, but he also found a couple of shirts, He chose a vest with lots of pockets. In the women’s department, he found some long full gypsy skirts in multi colors and put four in the basket. I looked at jeans and slacks, but he said no and looked for blouses with matching thin sweaters to go with the skirts.
“You need boots to go with these skirts.” He grinned so away we went over to the shoe department. He found me a modified cowboy boot. He also chose a dressy calf high pair of boots made from soft brown leather with embroidery on them.
“Tim, why the skirts?” I mused as I drifted my hands through the items in his basket.
He looked at me and one eyebrow went up. “You won’t have to wear panties and you can still run fast.”
I think it was probably better that I didn’t see the look on his face as he moved on down towards the check out.
I sucked in a deep breath. I felt the blush travel down my cheeks and neck. Tim also insisted we buy a couple of games including a plastic bin. We went through check out with a credit card, then we loaded everything in the back of the SUV. Tim had me drive around behind the mall to the back of a movie rental.
“Crawl in back so you can change clothes. What can you do to change your hair? We can’t change where anyone can see us.”
I climbed over so I could pull out a skirt and blouse. I added the soft leather boots.
