by Sky Winters
“You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“I’ve wanted you too,” she admitted. It felt good just to let go and give herself to him without reservation.
His hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her again, his lips moving away to trail down her skin in a fiery path toward her thighs. She arched her back toward him as he bit into one of her thighs and then the other, letting out a cry of passion as he settled into her center, lapping at her clit and already soaked folds.
“You taste incredible. I could stay here all day.”
Angelina grabbed his hair and pushed him further into her, enjoying the way he gnawed and tugged at her clit between driving his tongue further into her to taste her juices.
“God, you’re driving me insane,” she moaned.
His response was only to tease her more with his tongue and teeth, pulling at her clit and sucking harder on it as he did. She could feel the pressure building inside, her body begging for release from the way he was tormenting her with his mouth. She gasped as he suddenly pushed her legs apart and slid his calloused fingers inside of her, rubbing them against her inner walls until she knew there was no holding back. Her body shook violently as she came and then came again, each wave followed by another as he continued to play her like a finely tuned instrument.
“Beautiful,” he moaned, lapping up her cum as he continued finger fucking her until she had nothing left to give. Her body shuddered to a stop as he pulled free of her, positioning himself above her and stroking his cock just above her dripping wet pussy. Her body seemed to automatically arch upward, inviting him in as he entered her with a single hard thrust, causing her to gasp audibly.
Her nails dug into his back as he began fucking her hard and deep. There was nothing soft or sentimental about their coupling, it was raw, passionate. Angelina felt like she was being torn apart with his girth as he pounded into her furiously as she screamed out with pleasure.
“God, yes. Fuck me harder.”
Their bodies were a whirlwind of motion as he drove into her again and again, seeming to enjoy the way she cried out and begged for more. It was the most animalistic and earth shattering sex she could ever recall having in her life. He wasn’t gentle nor violent, he was just rough enough to make her realize what she had been missing from anyone she’d ever been with. All she wanted was more.
“Harder, Anson. Yes, yes, please . . . “
Her words became less and less articulate as her passion reached a crescendo. She could feel the vibrations in her body begin again as she came violently, her body shattering into a million pieces it seemed as she exploded against his cock. Her nails dug into his back as the orgasm rippled through her.
“That’s a good girl. I love the way your whole body quakes when you come. I could stay inside you all day just to see that.”
Pulling her legs upward, he draped them over his muscular shoulders, driving even further into her and rocking his hips forward so that it felt like he was touching bottom each time he thrust forward. She moaned and cried out loudly, enjoying the way it felt both pleasurable and a bit painful at the same time. Then he was pulling free of her, turning her around so that she was on all fours and driving into her from behind. Her body rocked back and forth with the force of his strokes as he fucked her hard and fast from behind, her cries mixing in with his loud grunts and groans in a carnal symphony.
“God, I’m coming. You’re so fucking tight. It feels like you are milking my cock.”
“Yes, yes. Come inside me, Anson.”
She felt the warmth as he filled her with the fruits of their lust, sending his juices flowing through her system, mingling with her own before pulling free of her and falling to her side on the bed. She moved over and rested her head on his chest, more content than she could remember being for quite some time. Before she knew it, she dozed off into a peaceful slumber.
“Oh, God. It’s almost four p.m.!”
Angelina had awakened with a start. It took a moment for her to register where she was and what she was doing here. Then she had glanced at her watch and noted the time. Her Aunt Kay was going to kill her! She jumped up and began dressing hurriedly as Anson sat up in bed, his beautiful naked body sprawled out atop the covers. She could see him getting hard again looking at her, but there was no time for another round, as much as she would like to stay and just fuck him the rest of the day and night.
“I guess we dozed off, huh? I’ll get your truck keys for you.”
Angelina couldn’t help but note the dismissiveness of this tone. She wasn’t sure what she had expected. It was just sex, right? They barely even knew one another and he was a criminal. Sure, it had been the most intense sex she thought she had ever had, but it was still just what it was and nothing more. Be a big girl, Angelina, she coaxed herself. By the time she was dressed, he was too and holding her keys in his hand.
“Come on and I’ll walk you over to the garage.”
Angelina nodded as she followed him out the door and through the lobby of the lodge. She nodded the looks from several bikers who were hanging out in the area now and how they grinned to themselves. She was careful not to meet any of their gazes as she did her walk of shame over to the garage. Anson handed her the keys to the truck and looked at her, pinning her against the truck and kissing her. She felt it all the way down to her toes.
“I had a great time. We should get together again soon.”
“Sure,” Angelina replied, turning to get in the truck. She started it up as he stood holding onto the door. When it roared to life, he nodded appreciatively and patted the cab of the truck, shutting the door so that she could leave. She felt like a hooker, trading sex for free mechanical work. How could something have felt so incredible when it was happening and now feel so bad?
Retrieving her phone from her purse, she called her Aunt to apologize for her extended absence, telling her she got hung up at the garage for longer than expected. It was mostly the truth.
“Oh, honey. Don’t worry. We have had a great day. I took your father for a drive down to the lake where he used to fish and he loved it.”
“Did he remember it?”
“No, I don’t think so. It was if he was discovering it again for the first time, honey. The look of joy on his face was priceless though.”
“Does he always recognize you?”
“Yes. I don’t know why. It’s as if I am the only one he can remember consistently. Perhaps because we are twins. I can’t say, but he always seems to know me, though he sometimes forgets my name.”
“I wish he couldn’t remember me. It hurts to see him like this.”
“I know it does, honey. Just take your time getting home. We are just getting in and I bought a few things to make dinner in a bit. We’ll be eating in a couple of hours if you want to get home in time for that. Feel free to bring your friend.”
“Okay, Aunt Kay. Thank you. I think I will make a couple of stops on the way in then.”
Angelina ended the call and thought about “her friend.” She needed to be a big girl if she was going to play grown up games. It was casual sex and he owed her nothing beyond it. He had fixed the truck for free, after all. She supposed that was enough.
Making her way to the grocery store, she picked up the things she had intended to get before the truck had broken down. An hour had passed, so she still had a little time before dinner. After a bit of debate, she decided she had nothing to lose. Picking up her phone, she called Anson.
“My Aunt is making dinner. I thought since you made lunch, you might want to come out for it. She’s a pretty good cook.”
“Asking me to meet the family already? You don’t waste any time do you.”
“What? I, uh, no, I . . . .”
“Relax. I’m just yanking your chain a bit. I’d love to come to dinner. What time?”
“Should be ready in about forty-five minutes.”
“Short notice.”
“I’m sorr
y. You don’t have to if you don’t want. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
Angelina felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. Why had she called him? She was trying to turn a casual encounter into something it wasn’t meant to be. Why hadn’t she just left it alone?
“I’d love to come to dinner, Angelina. I was missing you already.”
“Really?”
Every tense muscle in her body relaxed. She was so relieved that she wasn’t making an ass of herself by seeming too needy already.
“Yes, really. See you in a while. Should I bring anything?”
“No. I picked up some wine at the store and I’m sure my Aunt has made a table full of food. She always does.”
“Great. I’m looking forward to it.”
Angelina realized that she felt nervous as she pulled the truck into the driveway at her father’s house twenty minutes later. Making her way inside with the groceries, she began putting them away while her Aunt chattered about her day out with Carl.
“Did he go to bed early again?”
“No. He is watching television in the living room.”
“I’m going to go in and see him for a moment and then I need to freshen up. I invited my friend Anson over for dinner. I hope you don’t mind. He was nice enough to fix the truck for me at no charge. It’s the least I could do.”
“Oh, sure, honey. No problem at all, but this Anson, would that be Anson Hawthorne?”
“Yes. That would be the one.”
“I would never tell you what to do, but you know about his troubles with the law, right?”
“Yes. I know. He told me all about it himself.”
“Just don’t get involved in something that could drag you down with the wrong sorts, honey.”
“I think you’ll be surprised, Aunt Kay. He may have been that person before, but he came here to start over. He’s not as bad as you think he is, not at all.”
“I hope you are right, honey. Everyone deserves a second chance. Perhaps he will make the most of his.”
Angelina smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek before heading to the master bedroom to get freshened up and changed. She could still smell his scent on her and had to wonder if her Aunt Kay could, as well. She felt a flush remembering the afternoon events.
“Angelina, I think your friend is here.”
“Okay, Aunt Kay. I’ll get it.”
Angelina hurried out to the door just as Anson knocked, pausing for a moment to collect herself so she didn’t seem like an over eager teenager. She pulled open the door looking much more at ease than she felt. It immediately dissolved as she saw Anson standing there, looking positively delicious.
“Going to invite me in or just stand there and stare at me like I’m your favorite dessert?”
Angelina flushed red again, realizing that she had been doing exactly that. How transparent she must be to him. She was sure he had this effect on all the women he bedded and she felt a streak of jealousy. Reminding herself that she might not be as special as she hoped, she dialed it back a notch.
“Funny. Come on in, Anson.”
“Thank you. I know you said not to bring anything, but I brought some wine anyway. It’s my favorite. Nothing fancy, just a chillable red. I thought maybe we could put it in the fridge and have it after all the grown-ups go to bed.”
“Sounds good.”
“You sure? You don’t seem very thrilled with that idea.”
“No. No. It’s fine.”
He gave her a puzzled look and she realized she was being a bit of a flake, hot and cold, all that. She wanted to devour him, but she was afraid that if she showed too much interest, he would bolt. That was the last thing that she wanted from him, though she wasn’t sure any other offerings were on the table.
“I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not sure how to behave after today. I don’t usually just do things like that with someone I hardly know.”
“I know you don’t. I’m glad you did. I like that you couldn’t resist me.”
He smiled at her with a crooked grin that only melted her further. She smiled back, a flush creeping up her face once more and he laughed.
“And I love that you have that shy streak that leaves you all flustered like that.”
They were disrupted by her Aunt calling them to the table. Anson followed her in to the dining room where her Aunt and Father were already sitting at the table. Anson looked at her father for a moment and smiled, reaching for his hand to shake it.
“Mr. Thompson! I didn’t realize you were Angelina’s father. It’s great to see you again.”
“Anson Hawthorne? I haven’t seen you since you rolled into town and dropped a wad of cash on the counter for that old hunting lodge. You had that heap plowed under yet?”
“No, no. Just the opposite. I’ve done quite a bit of repair work to it and live there. You should have Angelina bring you out sometimes to see it.”
“Ah, I wish I could. Angelina’s been in New York for quite some time now. I’d love to see her, but she just doesn’t seem to get home like she used to. I miss her so much.”
The sadness in her father’s face was only matched by the confusion on Anson’s. He looked up at Angelina as if to ask a question and then realized the answer on his own. He mouthed the words to her and she nodded. He looked down for a moment and then took a seat near Mr. Thompson.
“I hear you went to the lake today? Were the fish biting?”
“We didn’t fish. My sister just wanted to get out and enjoy some fresh air. I’ll have to remember to take my pole next time she wants to do that. It looked like a good place to catch a fish or two.”
“I’ve heard it’s a great fishing hole.”
Angelina had a feeling that he had heard that from her father, though she wasn’t sure how they had crossed paths or why her father remembered him when he couldn’t remember her. She had to fight back the tears that threatened to surface at any moment. Anson looked over at her and put his hand on her knee, squeezing it knowingly. She smiled through her sadness at him as they began eating their dinner.
“Rose, I’m tired. I’m going to go on up to be, love.”
“Okay, Carl. Sleep well. I’ll help your sister clear away the dishes.”
The words felt tasteless in her mouth. It was so hurtful to have to talk to him as if she was her mother and for him to think she wasn’t coming to visit him, but what could she do about it? Would he have remembered her too if she hadn’t left? He remembered her mother, though he thought she was her. He remembered his sister. He even remembered Anson, who he had probably only met once. Why did he not remember her?
“Aunt Kay, I’ll clear the dishes. You’ve been here long enough. Why don’t you head on home?”
“Are you sure, hon? I don’t mind.”
“You’ve done plenty already. Dinner was delicious. Reminded me of Mom’s cooking, always does.”
“Thank you hon. I’ll head to the house and let you kids talk.”
Anson and Angelina both said their goodnights and walked to the door with her. Anson stood watching until she was safely in her car, though she was probably in the least dangerous place in the country.
“Let me get these dishes up and we’ll relax in the living room.”
“Here I’ll help you. How about I pour us some wine while we work?”
“Sounds good. So, how do you know my father?”
“I met him when I was buying the lodge. He was there visiting the owner and encouraged him to sell it to me while it was still standing.”
“Sounds about right.”
“He invited me to go fishing with him. Said I reminded him of himself when he was younger.”
“Really? That’s surprising.”
“Why? That your father may have once been a rebel of some sort?”
“I guess. I always just see him as my father, calm and peaceful. Never one to cause a stir.”
“I
t hurts you that he can’t remember you. I could see it in your face when he recognized me and spoke to your Aunt. I could see how it pained you for him to think you are someone else. Rose was your mother, I take it?”
“Yes. I look a good bit like her and he thinks I am her.”
“My grandfather had Alzheimer’s disease. He couldn’t remember anyone after a while. It is a sad ailment for everyone involved. I’m sorry, Angelina.”
“Thanks.”
Anson poured them each a glass of wine and they sipped at it while doing the dishes together. Angelina’s stomach had butterflies each time Anson leaned in toward her and placed soft kisses on her neck or shoulders. They finished the dishes and adjourned to the sofa with the remainder of the wine.
“So, what did you do in New York, Angelina?”
“I’m an accountant.”
“And what about now that you are out here?”
“I don’t know yet. I have some savings that will hold me for a while. Maybe just get a part time job somewhere. I won’t need much.”
“Would you consider working for the club?”
“What?”
“I could use a good bookkeeper.”
“You don’t have any books!”
“I have books. Trust me.”
“I don’t know if I should.”
“You can. I promise.”
Anson pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. It wasn’t the heated kiss as earlier, but a lazy, soft kiss that spoke volumes more about what he felt toward her. It wasn’t lust, it was an affection that had developed immediately between them. Perhaps there was such a thing as love at first sight, but what was she getting herself into?
“I’ll consider it.”
“What if I give you some incentive?”
“Like what?”
His kiss intensified, as he pushed her back on the sofa, tangling his fingers in his hair. She felt a tingling sensation all over as she pulled away and looked at her.
