by R. C. Martin
He grins at me and then kisses my knuckles before letting me go.
I finish my dinner in record time.
Michael
WHEN I HEAR Blaine’s fork hit her plate as she lets out a contented sigh, I pull my focus away from the beautiful view in front of us and shift my attention to the gorgeous vision beside me. She’s now leaning back in her chair, her glass of wine in her hand, and her eyes closed. We decided to dine out on the deck tonight, the patio furniture making it pretty impossible for us to stay inside another night, and the weather just warm enough as the sun began its slow descent.
We’ve been here for a little more than twenty-four hours, and already I wish I could slow down time and make it stop. Just for a little while. I feel at peace right here and right now, sure that I’m in the right place with the right woman. I know that it is a peace that will not last—not with what lies ahead of us—and I want to hang onto it for as long as possible.
Today was spectacular. We slept in so late that we didn’t even bother with breakfast. We took our time in the shower before getting dressed for the day, and then snacked on leftover empanadas before heading outside for the afternoon. There’s a trail behind the house, leading to a clearing about a half a mile away. The view of the mountains from there was so amazing, I can understand why Lawrence likes it so much up here. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get Blaine to leave. Ultimately, it was her hunger that led us back to the house.
After we got cleaned up, we started on an early dinner. Now, it’s a few minutes past six, and my angel looks as content as her sigh would imply.
“You know what would be awesome?” she asks, her voice soft and almost reverent, her eyes still closed.
“What’s that?”
“If we had our own place, tucked away in one of these mountain towns. Someplace for us to runaway to when we felt like shutting out the world. It wouldn’t have to be this big, of course, not so long as it had the essentials.”
“And what would those be?”
She smiles, cradling her glass against her chest, and I imagine she’s envisioning this dream escape as she tells me, “It’d have to have a pretty great kitchen. We’d spend a lot of time in there. A living room with really comfortable furniture—oh, and a fireplace, in case we came during the winter, so we could snuggle by the fire. Obviously, we’d need a master bedroom—maybe even a playroom…”
Her voice trails off, and I watch as she bites the inside of her cheek, like she’s contemplating what that sort of room would entail. My dick twitches as I get a few ideas myself.
“Yeah,” she murmurs contemplatively. “Definitely a playroom. And a big bathroom with a tub large enough for the both of us. Oh, and a deck. Can’t forget that—with an epic view.”
Leaning back in my own chair, I smile at her as I tack on, “I’m picturing a rancher, with a basement. We could put in a home theater down there.”
“Oh, yeah,” she agrees, her eyebrows shooting up in excitement. “It could be baseball themed.” Speaking through a little laugh, she adds, “I get the impression we’d end up watching more baseball than movies anyway.”
Smirking at her, I ask, “Would you watch the games with me?”
Finally opening her eyes, her smile soft and her gaze affectionate, she replies, “Every one.”
We stare at each other in silence for a moment. When I can stand the distance that separates us no longer, I push out my chair and command, “Come here.”
She sets her wine glass aside as she stands. After pushing her chair back, her gaze flicks across the deck before it settles on me again. She takes one step in my direction, but then she stops. I lose her eyes once more, and then she retreats a step before a mischievous grin spreads across her face. The next thing I know, she’s taking her shirt off and dropping it into her vacated chair.
“What are you doing?” I ask curiously.
“Getting naked,” she tells me as she slides her shorts to her ankles.
I’m distracted for a moment at the sight of the body I’ve come to know more intimately than I’ve known any other. Her small, perky breasts are covered in a black bra; and as my eyes travel down beyond her flat belly and narrow hips, I see the matching, lacey boy shorts she put on this morning.
Clearing my throat, I gather my wits about me and inquire, “I see that you’re getting naked, Blaine, but why?”
Seductively, she eases her way out of her bra as she informs me, “Because I’m hoping you’ll get naked, too.”
Unable to contain my grin, I resist the urge to adjust myself in my shorts as I question, “No doubt, I will—but why, angel?”
“Because I think we should continue this conversation naked—in the hot tub.”
Now rid of all of her clothing, she smiles at me suggestively before walking around the table toward the water.
The Jacuzzi is built into the deck on the other side of the fire pit, beyond the patio dining area. I opened the automatic cover before dinner, curious to see if I could get it going. Now, I’m glad that I did. I’m naked before she immerses herself in the water, and I join her just as she turns to beckon me. I don’t miss the happy look in her eyes when she sees that she doesn’t have to.
Once inside the warm water, I walk straight toward her, my hands immediately reaching for her waist as I pull her against me. As if we’re of one mind, she lifts up on her tiptoes, pressing into me for a kiss just as I lean down to capture her lips. We stay this way only long enough to get a proper taste, and then I pull away, guiding us both toward the edge so we can sit. The bench seat is wide enough that she settles herself between my legs, leaning back against me as I rest my arms around her middle.
She frees another contented sigh as she rests her head on my shoulder, and I stare down at her body, wrapped in mine. I think about how breathtaking she is. Not simply because she’s naked, but because she’s everything I didn’t know I could have. The more I think on it, the more in awe I am of what we’ve managed to find in one another.
“I don’t know why life turned out this way,” I mutter contemplatively.
“What do you mean?” Her voice is so soft as she traces her fingers back and forth across my forearm.
“I don’t know why I found you when I did. If I believed in something other than God, I would think it was the universe playing a cruel joke. But I do believe in God. In some ways, that belief makes all of this pretty black and white. Yet, at the same time, His grace makes it gray.”
She turns her head, as if to signal that she’s listening closely before she repeats, “What do you mean?”
“Nowhere in the Bible does it even suggest that what I’m doing with you—what we’re doing together—is right. It’s not moral. The fact that I found you at this stage in my life, it was like a test that I failed. I couldn’t stay away from you when I should have, and now I’m incapable of letting you go. While it’s wrong for us to be together now, I’m going to make it right; and when I do, you know what I believe?”
“Hmmm?”
“I believe that God’s promise will stand true. It already has.”
“What promise?”
“All things work together for the good of those who love Him—Blaine…” I pause and she shifts, turning her body so that her legs are hooked over my thigh. She rests a hand on my side, her attention focused on me intently. “You’re already a manifestation of that promise. I know that what we have right now is not ideal. It’s not fair. It’s not right—and yet, in the same breath, I can’t deny that I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you. Having you, being with you, it’s right even when it’s wrong.”
“Michael,” she breathes, reaching up to cover my cheek with one of her hands.
“I’ve been married for fifteen years, but I’ve never been more myself than I am when I’m with you. I’ve never felt more comfortable in my own skin. I’m almost thirty-eight years old, angel—do you even understand how liberating that is? To have found you—Blaine, it’s so good. I don
’t just mean that it feels good, it is good. What we have is good. No matter what anyone says, no matter what we face in the coming future, I will not let anyone tell me otherwise.
“I choose you. I love you, and I need you to know—”
She cuts me off, her grip around my cheek causing me to follow her lead when she presses her mouth to mine in a hard kiss. I don’t stop her. I part my lips instead, offering her an open invitation. She takes it, plunging her tongue inside of me. Reaching up to circle her arms around my shoulders, she pulls herself closer as she kisses me long and hard. I let her, listening to all the words she’s not saying as she moans into my mouth.
Stopping our kiss momentarily, she mumbles against my lips, “You mean everything to me. Everything.” Then, before I can say a word, our tongues are tangled together once more.
I tighten my arms around her waist, causing her breasts to crush against my chest. Soon, our sweet, sensual exchange shifts into something else—something hotter, more desperate and more urgent.
“Michael,” Blaine pants, her hands sinking into my hair before her fingers clench into fists around the strands. Speaking into my mouth, she begs, “I need you to fuck me.”
“Where?”
“Now,” she whines.
A low growl sounds from deep within me, and I cradle her against my chest as I stand to my feet. I climb out of the tub with ease, carrying her in my arms toward the nearest surface. When nothing within sight seems comfortable enough for me to set her on, I plant her feet in front of one of the stone faced pillars holding up the awning over the outdoor dining set. Taking hold of her wrists, I position her hands above her head, signaling for her to hold on.
I grip my fingers around her hips, pressing my erection against her ass as I bring my lips to her ear and command, “You’re not bound, but you’re not to move your hands, understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she moans, arching her lower back and pushing against my cock.
I mutter a curse under my breath as I reach down and position myself at her entrance, then I drive into her—hard.
“Yes!” she cries, bending over a little further, her hands still obediently braced above her head.
I’m not the least bit gentle as I pound into her over and over, her pussy growing wetter with our friction. The little sounds she makes as I take her from behind turn me on even more, and the warm breeze that blows against our drying skin reminds me that we’re still outside.
Freedom.
My gaze is locked in on our connection, and I’m transfixed by the way I fit inside of her as perfectly as I do. With every thrust, I know I’m home, and I groan in pleasure.
“Oh, god, you fuck so good, baby.”
I barely register her words, distracted by her movement. When I look up and see that she’s dropped one of her hands to palm her breast, I act before I can even process my movements. She gasps, rearing back against me when I slap my hand down on the side of her ass.
“Michael!” she moans.
“Hands,” I bark.
Quickly lifting her hand to join her other, she whimpers, “Fuck.”
“Next time, I’ll do more than slap your ass, angel.”
Her head falls, hanging in what appears to be despair as she whines, “Don’t tease me, baby—please, don’t tease me.”
My eyes flash in surprise as a new hunger burns from within. I spread her ass cheeks, studying her back entrance. Memories of the orgasm that wracked her body the last time I played with her asshole cause my shaft to grow more rigid. I understand what it is she wants, because I want it just as much—I want to take her there, my kinky angel.
My left hand still holding her hip, I continue to ram in and out of her as I slide my right hand up her side. I mold my palm around her tit, giving her a light squeeze before I continue to feel my way up. When I get to her neck, I ease her head back, tracing my thumb across her lips. I don’t even have to say a word, and she sucks it into her mouth. I grunt, my length twitching in excitement, her tongue greedily swirling around and tasting my skin.
Impatient to put my thumb to use, I tug it out of her hold and bring it to its intended destination. She mutters something incoherently, bending over even further as I tease her entrance.
“More, baby—more, please,” she begs, meeting me thrust for thrust as she tries to impale herself with my cock.
I slow down my hips. As I pound into her with my firm, steady strokes, I press my thumb into her entrance. She throws her head back, a shudder causing her whole body to quake, and I know I’ve got her exactly where I want her. I own her pussy while I gently fuck her ass until her legs are so wobbly I’m certain I’ve brought her to the edge. Longing to push her over, I slide my freehand down between her legs.
“Shit!” she mewls, her entire body locking up as I rub two fingers against her clit.
I pull my thumb free, plastering my arm across her chest as she loses her grip on the pillar, her pussy clamping tightly around my cock as she rides the wave of her orgasm. Her frame trembles against me as I continue to circle her clit, smearing around the evidence of her release. I only stop when her legs give out. Catching her around the waist, I slip from out of her core. I then hold her for a moment before setting her down on her knees.
She’s panting on all fours, trying to gather herself as her body quakes with the aftershock of her ecstasy. I stroke myself, aching to find my own release.
“Turn around, angel. Give me that mouth.”
“Help me,” she sighs, holding up a hand.
I offer her my assistance as she braces herself against my forearm, turning around on her knees to face me. With my erection now pointed at her face, she hums as she grips the back of my legs and takes as much of me as she can manage into her mouth.
A deep, long groan spills from my throat as I bury my fingers in her hair, watching her head bob back and forth across my dick. Her eyes are closed as she sucks me, and there’s something about the expression on her face that makes me certain that I’m not the only one enjoying the hell out of this. The longer she goes, the more into it she gets. When she grabs my shaft with one of her hands, pumping me with her fist as she sucks on my balls, my grip in her hair tightens.
She opens her eyes when she takes my dick back into her mouth. Her hazel gaze locked with mine, she slowly presses forward until I feel my head hit the back of her throat. It’s then that my balls start to lift, tightening as I draw closer to my climax. She pulls away, her saliva coating my length as she takes a breath, and then she’s back at it—easing forward until she’s gagging on my tip.
I lose grip of my control at the same time that I lose my patience. Burying both hands in her hair, I take over—my eyes never leaving hers—fucking her mouth until I’m coming down her throat. When I’ve spilled my release completely, I ease my way out of her before gently wiping her mouth clean. The look of adoration I see expressed on her face as she gazes at me from her knees is enough to almost bring me to my own. Instead, I reach down and help her to her feet before scooping her up into my arms.
She doesn’t say a word of protest as I take her back to the hot tub. When I sit in the water, I don’t let her go. Though, it wouldn’t matter anyway—because she doesn’t let me go, either.
Blaine
I BREATHE IN deeply, smiling when I inhale my favorite scent—the delicious, manly smell that I’ve come to know as Michael’s. I burrow deeper into my pillow, giggling groggily when I realize that said pillow is his chest. With my eyes still closed, I uncurl my fingers, flattening my palm against what must be his side. I then feel my way over his hard, raised pec, grazing his nipple on my way to my desired destination. My leg is hitched up over his, and I feel his cock jerk against my thigh in response to my touch. I snuggle against him closer, sleep falling away from me with each new intake of air I breathe. I can hear his heart beating beneath my ear as I play with his fine, dark chest hairs, and I’ve never felt so relaxed in all my life.
Without having to look, I know that h
e’s already awake. The hand attached to the arm draped across my back is absentmindedly tracing circles on my hip, just above where the sheet rests over us. It feels nice, and I don’t want to move, so I don’t. By now, I’m certain he knows I’m awake, too—but he doesn’t move or speak. It’s almost as if we’re both under the false impression that the longer we stay here, pretending that our Sunday has yet to begin, then it’ll last as long as we want it to.
So far, this weekend has exceeded all of my expectations—which is saying a hell of a lot, because I had some pretty high expectations. I knew all along that I’d enjoy my time with Michael, but I didn’t imagine that I would enjoy it this much. I didn’t think that a few days locked away in a secluded house in the mountains would make me fall in love with him even more, but that’s exactly what’s happened.
I try not to think about what it’ll be like to return to reality; but in trying not to think about it, my thoughts rush me there faster than I can help it. After tonight, I’ll be back in my own bed. While I certainly don’t mind my place, it’s the thought that I’ll be climbing into my sheets alone that disappoints me. I know that it won’t be like this forever. He’s promised me that he’ll make things right, and I believe him. With all my heart, I believe him—but I know things won’t change over night.
Then, of course, I can’t forget who he is. Even after he’s parted ways with Veronica, he’ll still be the governor of Colorado. He’ll still have the mansion. Knowing how he feels about that place, on top of the fact that it’s the house he shares with his wife, I’m not exactly keen on moving in with him.
Moving in with him.
Is that what we’ll do? Move in together? Is the governor allowed to shack up with his girlfriend without it being some sort of scandal? Or will we live apart until…
Even just the thought of marriage frightens me. Not because I don’t want it, but because I’m afraid he won’t.
