Silver City Girl

by Yvonne Beattie

  “A lodger?! Jen, where do you get these sayings? You’re not really getting a choice in this matter to be honest. You either go grab your case, or I’m going to kidnap you and ravage you all weekend and you’ll have nothing to wear at all...” he leans over and gently bites my neck.

  “Hmm, let me have a think about this one, both options sound pretty good,” I flutter my eye lashes at him.

  I hear a deep growl come from within him and his eyes have darkened.

  “I’ll go grab my things. Should I check out of the hotel?” I ask unsure.

  “No, just grab what you need. The hotel is paid for under SER, maybe best not to raise questions. That’s why I didn’t get out of the car when I chased after you, I didn’t want to get spotted. The car is a bit of a giveaway, but oh well.”

  We swing by the hotel and I run up and grab everything I think I will need. This weekend just got a whole lot more exciting.

  Chapter 20

  As we hit the main road, or ‘freeway’ as Jack calls it, the sun is starting to set. The freeway is a mass of headlights winding and weaving in and around each other. Doesn’t anyone walk here?

  Jack turns to me, “Before we head home, do you want to grab something to eat?”

  I guess I do now that he has mentioned it, but I’m so happy and excited to be with him and I’m getting increasingly nosey, I’m dying to see his home.

  “Yeah, I guess we should eat...” I reply not really caring one way or the other right now.

  “OK, do you want to sit in or should we just grab some takeout?” he asks.

  By ‘take out’ I am presuming he means ‘take away’, “Yes, let’s do a takeaway, that’s a much better idea,” I smile over to him.

  “Awesome.”

  He takes my hand and squeezes it. He pulls into some taco drive through and I tell him just to order for me, I have no idea what’s good, and what’s not. Food is really the last thing on my mind. Our drive to his place is not far after the server in the taco place basically had eye sex with Jack. I don’t know how he can stand it.

  “Welcome to West U, baby! This is my hood!” he sweeps his arm in front of him.

  “Are all these houses just one home, or like, flats?” I ask.

  He laughs, “They are all single homes, no apartments here.”

  The houses are enormous, each one is like a palace. I actually cannot believe my eyes as we drive slowly past them. Each and every one is overly decorated for Halloween, between the sheer size of the homes, and the extravagant Halloween decorations, it is not like anything I have ever seen before. I love it. Who wouldn’t?

  “I can’t believe the effort everyone has put into their Halloween decorations! I heard it was bigger over here, but I didn’t expect anything like this. Halloween is still a week away. I LOVE it!” I feel like a kid in a sweetie shop.

  “It’s pretty cool, huh? Everyone decorates for the month of October. We love a holiday,” he agrees.

  “A holiday?” I’m not sure what he means.

  “Yeah, like Halloween? Next will be Thanksgiving which is obviously huge, then Christmas, Valentine’s, St. Paddy’s Day, Easter, Summer...to mention a few, you see decorations out for them all.”

  “Wow...” I wish people did this at home, it’s fabulous, but it must cost a fortune. Though going on these homes, I don’t think cost comes into the equation.

  We pull into a driveway with big black wrought iron gates that Jack remotely opens and closes behind us, then over to a three-car garage. The house itself has spot lights surrounding it, and looks to have cream coloured exterior walls with some rustic brick. The garden is beautiful, he must have a gardener. It looks way too big for one person. I wonder what are in the other garages. Jack presses another button and we drive into one after the automatic door opens. He grabs my case and leads me into his home without going outside again. The other garages are divided by semi-walls so I can’t see what other cars are there, if any. His door has a finger print key pad which now makes me think he is secretly James Bond.

  His house is amazing. I am lost for words.

  “This is your place?” I ask stunned. We are in the hallway which is so grand I feel like we are in a royal palace. It has ridiculously high ceilings, white marble flooring with black accented furnishings, elaborate chandeliers, a sweeping staircase, a beautiful chaise long. It is stunning.

  “Yeah, you like it?” he is tampering with some remote gadget things on the wall and lights spring alive, music starts playing softly and the shutters on the windows come down to give us some privacy.

  “Just a wee bit,” I reply, as I walk over to some pictures he has framed on a table. They must be family I decide. “Do you live here alone?”

  “Yeah, who would I live with?” he looks at me, bemused.

  “I don’t know,” I smile shyly back at him, “It just seems too big for one person.”

  “Well, hopefully I will eventually find someone to share it all with...” he replies and I feel him looking at me.

  I quickly lose interest in the photographs as I feel him come up behind me and wrap his strong arms around me.

  “Come here, you,” he says softly into my ear. “I’ve been longing for the last couple days to be over so we could carry on where we left off on the flight.”

  “Hmm,” I moan leaning into him. “Me too. I wasn’t sure if there would be a next time...” I feel bad for admitting such. I said it before I thought about what I was saying.

  “What do you mean?” He pulls back to look at me, sweeps my hair off my face and lifts my chin up to look at him.

  “I just....well....I wasn’t sure. It’s not like we know each other very well, and I know you said you don’t take people on your plane often, but I wasn’t sure if you were just being smooth. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, I guess I was just trying my hardest not to get my hopes up...” I feel immature and I wish I hadn’t admitted this to him as he looks slightly crestfallen.

  “Sweetie, I would never lie to you, and you have no idea how excited I am to have you here. I’m sure it sounds clichéd, but I’ve never met anyone like you. I admittedly admired you from a distance like I already told you, but I didn’t expect you to be quite so unassuming, open, honest, cute and best of all fuckable,” he pulls me to him again and runs his hands up the inside of the back of my top.

  “I guess I should say thank you?” I smile and grab hold of him, molding myself into his beautiful form and smile excitedly.

  “Come on,” he grabs my hand and rushes me up the great winding staircase, along a corridor and then into what must be his bedroom. I take little note of its furnishings but at a glance I fathom it is another outstanding room. He has an exceptionally inviting bed which is even bigger than the one I have in the hotel.

  He pulls me over to the bed and kisses me impatiently, “I don’t know about you, but food can wait...” he kisses me again while pulling my top up and over my head.

  “I agree....” I start unbuttoning his shirt to feel that silky covering of hair across his chest.

  I feel him unzip my skirt and it fall to the floor. He steps back and looks me up and down, “Stockings? You came prepared?”

  I laugh, “They are hold-ups, and I always wear them for work, they are comfier than tights!” I did admittedly pair them with a matching black lacy bra and panty set...just in case.

  “Well sweetie, you should carry on wearing them, they look awesome,” he sits on the bed and pulls me to straddle him. “You just gave work wear a whole new meaning to me.”

  I feel his erection pressing against me and it is too much, I feel like we are always in a hurry, but I don’t want to wait. I grind against him and he moans deeply, involuntarily.

  “I figured we should take our time this time...” he pulls me down on him.

  “Plenty of time for that, I’ve waited two long days to be with you again...” my voice has gone husky.

  He pulls my underwear aside and teases me, I’m so ready for him.


  “You’re so wet for me,” his gravelly voice sounds in my ear. He slides a finger inside me and expertly rubs his thumb in exactly the right place. I squirm as it feels so good, too good.

  “Hmm....” is all I can manage, starting to feel impatient.

  “Hold on,” he leans over to grab his wallet from his trousers and grabs a condom. He quickly rolls it over himself and before I know what is happening, he has thrust himself inside me. The suddenness is almost painful, but amazing and fulfilling at the same time. We move slowly together, adjusting to get accustomed to one another and find our rhythm. He snaps my bra open and pulls it off, running his thumbs over my pert nipples. He takes one into his mouth and sucks hard.

  “Jack....” I moan loudly.

  Our rhythm increases and like before, I know neither of us are going to last long. I don’t want it to be over, but I need to feel that sweet release.

  “Baby, you feel too good...” he groans.

  Our movement gains speed and I tease him nearly lifting off of him and sitting back down engulfing him completely.

  “Fuck....Jen...” he pulls me down and increases our rhythm.

  We don’t need to say anything as we both meet our climax at the same time. I feel him jolt inside of me and the tremors afterwards as he unknowingly prolongs my godly escape.

  We collapse onto the bed and he pulls me to him as we catch our breath.

  “I’d have you for dinner every single night if I could,” he murmurs and kisses my forehead.

  I lie still wrapped around him with him still inside me. I don’t want to move and release him.

  “I’d happily give you that for dinner every night,” I squeeze his cock still inside me and he groans as I feel him begin to harden again.

  “You cannot be ready to go again?” I snigger, lifting up to look at him.

  “Oh baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” he flips me over and pulls himself out, quickly tying up the condom and grabbing a tissue from his bedside.

  He turns back to me with a devilish smirk and smoothes his hands over my breasts igniting the fire all over again. He runs his tongue over my bottom lip and I instinctively reach to playfully bite him. He growls deeply as I do so and then surprises me by going south.

  “I need to taste you,” he professes and before I can blink he has spread my legs and is sucking hard on my already swollen clit. It doesn’t take long before my head is thrown back in ecstasy again. I didn’t know it was even possible to come again so quickly.

  As my tremors still, he sits up looking rather proud of himself and I see his member standing to attention again which I instantly grab and start to smoothly rub back and forth.

  “Are you on birth control?” he asks.

  “Yeah...”

  “I’ve been checked, have you? I can show you proof I am clean...” he continues.

  “After my last relationship and the way it ended, I got checked straight away. I’m clean too...” I reassure him.

  He leans back over me, “You ever gone bare back?”

  I shake my head, “No...”

  “Me neither, but I really want to try it with you...do you?” he asks, as I continue to play with him.

  “Yes. I really do,” I nod almost pleading with him to fill me again.

  He leans over me placing his hands at either side of me. I drop his cock and feel the weight of it on my stomach. He readjusts and places himself between my legs again, “You sure, my sweet Jen?” he looks into my eyes.

  “Yes, please, just fuck me again, Mr. S,” I reach around him and grab his firm behind, pulling him to me.

  He enters me again and it feels completely different. There is nothing between us and although I’ve only known him a short time, I don’t ever want this to end. He plunges into me slowly, deeply, savouring every moment and never taking his eyes from me.

  I close my eyes but he tells me to look at him, and this time we make love slowly riding towards another beautiful orgasm, gazing at each other.

  This time I feel like I’m having an outer body experience as we climax together, it goes on and on.

  Best sex ever.

  We lie tangled together for I have no idea how long. He cleans me up with some tissues which somehow doesn’t feel weird and pulls the heavy duvet over us.

  I feel exhausted, yet truly wanted as sleep overcomes us.

  Chapter 21

  I wake up to see a stream of light seeping through the bedroom door, but otherwise I am in darkness. Not for the first time this week, I have to think about my whereabouts.

  “Hey baby,” Jack is still lying beside me with an arm draped across my middle cupping my breast. I look down at his hand and smile giddily.

  “Hi...what time is it?” I croak, needing a glass of water.

  “It’s only just after 10 o’clock,” he replies.

  “In the morning?” I ask confused.

  He yawns, “No, at night! I guess we passed out. I just woke up feeling hungry and I think I woke you...”

  “That’s ok,” I smile at having been woken up by him. I sit up, “Now you’ve mentioned it, I think we did work up a bit of a hunger,” I grin down at him, his head still engulfed by the huge pillow and his hand not leaving my breast. He looks down and gives it a little squeeze.

  “Sorry, I think my hand is stuck....” he pouts playfully.

  “That could be a problem, as it is stuck to me,” I run my hand through his short hair.

  “I’m struggling to see the actual problem here...” he eventually reluctantly lets go and sits up.

  “Wana go grab our tacos? I can reheat them,” he climbs out of bed and goes to use the toilet. He comes back and opens the other double doors which force a gasp out of me.

  “What’s wrong?” He whirls around to look at me.

  “Is that your wardrobe?” I ask almost mortified.

  “Umm...yeah, my closet...why?” he looks perplexed.

  “It’s about the size of Susie and I’s apartment!” I blurt out.

  “Oh, well, yeah, I guess it is kinda big. Haven’t you noticed? Everything is bigger in Texas!” he winks at me and goes to grab some shorts and t-shirts for us both. I find myself looking at the back of his naked body with sheer admiration. Everything about him is just too perfect.

  We throw his clothes on and head down to his chef’s dream of a kitchen. All white glossy cabinets, black marble counter tops and stainless steel. I try not to look too amazed again, I feel completely overwhelmed by everything as I have never seen anything like this in my life.

  He grabs the tacos bag and sets to work plating and reheating them for us. I see my bag lying by the kitchen counter and quickly realise I haven’t heard from Susie again. I grab it up and dig out my mobile phone. Amazingly, there is actually a message from her. I impatiently click into it.

  “Hi Jen, just to say Mike called me earlier. He said that he needs to stay a bit longer in Denmark, but that he will explain all when he gets back. He sounds ok, maybe a bit strained, I don’t know... He just kept telling me he loves me and to wait patiently. He did say he knew he was asking a lot, but that he had a lot to tell me, and he needed to do it in person. So, all a bit confusing really, but I’m just glad he finally called me and spoke to me properly. It’s the least he could do. Hope all is going well with you and Jack, missing you here, but hope you’re at least learning the two-step while you’re there! I’m spending the weekend at mums as dad is still away on business, so I’ll touch base with you early next week. Take care, love Suz xxx.”

  I quickly reply telling her to have a nice weekend with her parents, and that I am glad to hear Mike finally called. It doesn’t really make sense why he has been so distant, and I can’t get my head around the secrecy, but each to their own, I suppose. Susie knows what she is doing and they’ve been together long enough to be able to trust each other. I can’t help but still feel uneasy for my best friend, but there is nothing I can do about it, at home, or while I’m here.

  I tuck
my mobile back into my bag and we sit at the breakfast bar and eat. The tacos are fabulous and definitely hit the spot. We worked up a good appetite! Jack pours us some soft drinks and sits down across from me.

  “So Jennifer...” he says, while stretching his arms up and out.

  “So Jack...” I mimic him.

  “I want to know more about you...” he declares.

  “I already told you, there isn’t much to tell...” here we go again. I still don’t want to get into everything. In fact, I probably won’t ever want to get into everything.

  “I want to know about your family. Why don’t you talk about them?” he asks. It’s a simple question.

  “Well...I...” I look up to see his intent eyes looking encouragingly at me.

  “I would really like to know about them, sweetie. You know all about mine. Is it a secret?” he looks forlorn.

  “Of course not,” I snap. I take a deep shaky breath. “It’s just hard to talk about.”

  “You can trust me,” he says immediately. “I mean...I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I want you to know you can trust me, Jen. I’m not going to hurt you,” he adds.

  I wish I believed that to be true.

  “I get the feeling you don’t believe me,” he says sharply. “I don’t know anything about your past Jennifer, but if you don’t share it, how can you move on? I like you. I like you a lot. More than I should for only a week or so of actually knowing you. Please share with me?” he blinks questioningly again. “Please…” he asks with puppy dog eyes.

  I look at the floor, then the ceiling, taking a moment to gather myself, “My dad lives in England with his new family. My sister lives in Edinburgh like I told you. And my mum is dead. I miss her more than words can say. She was my mum, my bestfriend, my confidant. She had a brain aneurism, it was instant. We got no time to say goodbye. One day she was there, the next she was gone. She died in her sleep, I found her.”

  I stop to draw breath and feel the tears running over my lips, I didn’t realise I’d started crying. I thought I had gotten to the stage I could at least talk about her without melting down. Obviously not.