The Chauffeur

by A. P. Hallmark

  When Jason’s family raises their hands, I feel the blush rise to my face.

  “You ruined her for any other man that day, Jason. I knew that by the way she spoke of you. Oh, she was on a tirade about how you did this and how you did that, but then the Rowes hired her as their chauffeur. She even tried to remain the stoic professional by not allowing herself to fall for the boss’s son, but you finally got under her skin, and I’ve never seen her happier. So, for that, I want to thank you for loving my best friend, because she has finally found her Romeo.”

  Jason chokes the moment the pet name is out of the bag.

  After dinner, the tables are cleared, Jason and I take the customary first dance, then he pulls me outside with him to have a cigar with Kyle and Adam. Once we are through the doors, we see Matt and Paul enjoying a private dance.

  “I didn’t know they were a couple,” Kyle whispers, lighting his cigar. We turn away to give them privacy.

  “Apparently, it’s been going on for a few months now. I’m glad Paul found someone again. He missed Roger a lot, but man, what a contrast Matt is to Roger, eh?” Adam says, puffing heavily on his stogie.

  We all turn to see the two men coming toward us.

  “Hey, Jason, congratulations!” Paul says, shaking his hand.

  “Thanks, man. Would you like to join us?” Jason asks, pulling two cigars from the inside of his jacket. Handing one to each them, they light up and puff on the fat stogies.

  “So, where are you two going on your honeymoon?” Paul asks, puffing again.

  “That is a secret, my friend,” Jason says with a sly grin while blowing out cigar smoke. “In fact, it’s time to go, babe.”

  “Your car’s waiting out front,” Matt says, handing the keys to him.

  “Thanks, Matt. I appreciate it,” Jason says with a nod.

  “Come on, wife, we have a honeymoon to get to,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers up my body.

  “Yes, we do,” I return, smiling up at him. He takes my hand and leads me to Tom, who’s holding Toni. After several tearful minutes of cuddling our daughter, we say our farewells to friends and family.

  “Where are we going?” I ask, nearly bouncing in my seat.

  “Do you want to know or would you like it to be a surprise?”

  “I really want to know. I can’t have any fun if I’m preoccupied with wondering where you’re taking me.”

  I watch him mull it over. At last, he rolls his eyes and sighs in surrender.

  “Well, tonight we’re staying at the condo so I can make you scream your pretty little head off without the risk of us seeing scorecards,” he says, grinning naughtily at me. “Then tomorrow, we fly out and head to Italy for two weeks. We’ll spend four days in Rome, then on to Sicily for the remainder of the trip. I’ve rented villas for our stay. No hotels because I didn’t want to share you with anyone. Does that meet with your approval?” he asks, reaching over to run his finger across my cheek.

  “It sounds perfect. Just perfect.”

  I watch the landscape roll by until the car pulls into the underground garage. As soon as Jason turns the car off, he jumps out and opens the door for me.

  Once the elevator opens to the living room, he scoops me into his arms and carries me over the threshold. Gently lowering my feet to the ground, he holds me close to his chest. My arms wrap around his waist, and I hold on tight.

  “Take me to bed, husband.”

  ~.~

  “Is this one of your planes?” I squeal upon seeing the sleek, black jet sitting on the tarmac.

  “Do you mean the one right there that says MileHigh on the side?” Jason looks over at me with his curious brow raised. I elbow him at his smart-ass remark.

  “No, my lovely wife, this is one of our planes.”

  “This … this is safe, isn’t it?” I question, slowing with each step, coming to rest at the bottom of the steps. I stand silent, staring into the black hole of the doorway.

  “Yes, baby. I promise you it’s safe.” He turns me to face him. “Do you think I would allow you to fly if I had any doubts? This plane has been tested and re-tested, and I’ve had it guarded,” he assures me, wrapping his arms around my shoulder.

  “Okay,” I mutter, thinking of Toni.

  Once we board and are buckled in tight, the plane taxis to the runway and the next thing I know, we’re airborne.

  After the pilot turns off the seatbelt light, the flight attendant comes through with a tray of Mimosas and two plates of sausage quiche with fresh fruit garnish.

  “Oh, yum,” I moan, placing my napkin over my lap.

  “Hey, baby,” Jason says through a mouthful of fruit. “You wouldn’t want to join the MileHigh club, would you?”

  “I didn’t wear this skirt without panties for nothing, sweetheart,” I tease, taking a large sip of my champagne and batting my eyelashes at my husband.

  Jason tosses his napkin onto the table, pulls me up out of my seat, and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal when I feel his light touch slip up under my skirt and between my legs. When the flight attendant rushes out of the galley, I raise my head and wink at her just as Jason turns into the bathroom.

  “All right, Mrs. Rowe,” he begins, sitting me down hard on the counter, placing his hands on either side of my thighs. “I made love to you last night, but the MileHigh Club is for fucking.”

  He wraps my hair around his hand and crashes his lips tight against mine, where his tongue invades my mouth almost savagely. After he breaks the aggressive kiss, he places his hands on the inside of my legs, pushing them apart.

  “Take hold of that bar up there, baby,” Jason demands. He looks up to make sure I’m holding onto it. When he sees my stretched arms, he opens the drawer to his right, pulling out two lengths of chain with soft leather stirrups hanging at the bottom of each. After securing each of the chains to the bar, he lets them drop.

  My husband has been hiding a little bit of kink fantasy from me! I tingle when he licks his lips in anticipation, and his breathing becomes heavy.

  He slowly slips my leg through one stirrup and secures it under my knee. He teases me by running his hand along the inside of my thigh, gently grazing over the center of me, and repeats the process with my other leg. Once he makes sure I’m comfortable, he places his hands over mine and leans in for another heat-filled kiss, leaving me utterly breathless and fully exposed to the cool air.

  “Hang on tight, baby,” Jason growls, pushing the chains and my hands toward the ends of the bar, forcing my legs open even wider. “Don’t let go.”

  “Jason,” I whisper, closing my eyes in anticipation.

  “Fuck, you should see how wet you are!”

  Jason pulls my hips to the very edge of the counter, running his thumb up and down over me.

  “Pull yourself up off the counter, baby,” he instructs. Using my strength, and the bar, I lift my butt off the edge where he slips a small pillow under my tailbone

  “Does that feel better?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  Lowering himself onto his knees, he brings his face in and inhales. “Now, lean your shoulders back against the mirror, and enjoy the ride. Remember, do not let go,” he says against me, warming me with his hot breath. As soon as I feel his mouth touch me, I take a shuddering breath, and when his tongue enters me, my body trembles with need.

  Jason gently suckles the sensitive nub between his lips all while watching me fight the urge to remove my hands from the bar.

  If he keeps up this play, it’s not going to take long before I come. Thankfully he stops, trailing kissing along the inside of my thighs, which allows my heart rate to slow and my breathing to return to more acceptable level. Looking up into my fog-laden eyes, he teases me by curling two fingers inside me, lightly stroking. As soon as I feel the orgasm begin, he flicks his tongue over me again, causing me to mutter obscenities.

  “What, baby? What do you want?” he asks watching his fingers work me into a frenzy.

  “
I want to come … fuck, I need to come,” I plead, biting down hard on my bottom lip.

  Jason stops again allowing me time to calm myself. Then he stands to unbutton his jeans, dropping them and his briefs to the floor. Once he’s kicked his clothing from his feet, he glares into my eyes.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, April. Don’t make a sound, or I will stop. If you moan, I will stop. If you scream, I will stop. Do you understand?” he whispers into my ear while running the head of his cock over me before slowly slipping inside me.

  “Oh …” That was all it takes before he stops and pulls out of me.

  “Sorry!”

  “Not a sound.” I nod quickly in understanding.

  Spreading his hands across the back of my thighs, he pushes them apart to where they can’t go any further. Lowering his face to mine, we make eye contact, and then he thrusts deep inside, forcing a gasp from me.

  After each slow withdrawal, he returns it with a hard, deep push. Not wanting to test his threat to stop, I breathe deeply through my nose, and as I begin to feel the onset of an orgasm, my breathing escalates. My chest rises and falls with each magical thrust, and I want to move my hips with his, but it’s impossible with the way he has my legs anchored in the stirrups.

  “Does that feel good, baby? Do you want to come?” he asks picking up the pace. I can do nothing but close my eyes, exhale and nod again.

  He lowers his head to the side of mine, so my mouth is next to his ear. “Open your mouth for me. Let me hear you breathe, baby,” Jason says, listening to my heavy, raspy, shuttering breaths.

  “I need to come,” I whisper low into his ear. “I love you, please let me come. Fuck me until I come all over you. I love feeling your hard cock fill me.” Jason picks up the speed and forcefulness of his thrusts. He loves it when I talk dirty. “Let me feel your cum shoot inside me. I want to milk every drop from your thick cock.”

  He smacks his hands on the counter and begins to pound hard into me receiving an ‘Uh’ with each forceful thrust. He thrusts into me so hard and fast that I remove my hands from the bar and wrap my arms tight around his shoulders for support.

  “Fuck, this is it, baby, come with me,” he growls, wrapping his arms tight around my waist, holding me steady against him while he empties himself inside me.

  “Jason!” My orgasm is so overwhelming and utterly intense that my nails dig scratches into his skin. His hips jerk against mine as he empties the last remnants inside me. Another orgasm rocks me, and my hips begin to move once more.

  “So, that’s the MileHigh Club, eh?” I ask after my second orgasm subsides.

  “Yes, baby,” he chuckles while weaving his fingers through my hair.

  “Well, I liked it, but I’m ready for a nap. Is there a place to sleep on this plane?”

  Jason stands back and observes me one last time before he removes me from the stirrups.

  “That is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, baby.”

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind doing that again,” I reply, ready to go again if he is.

  “Let’s go take a nap, and hopefully by the time we wake, we’ll be in Rome.”

  ~.~

  “Mr. Rowe, sir. Mrs. Rowe, we are approaching Rome. Please be seated and put your seat belts on,” the pilot says over the intercom.

  “Thank you, Jim,” Jason replies.

  “Baby? It’s time to get up, we’re in Rome,” he says softly, kissing the corner of my mouth.

  “Mmmm? Already?”

  “They need us to get to our seats. You ready to start your honeymoon, Mrs. Rowe?”

  ~.~

  After spending only four short days in one of the most beautiful cities I’ve ever seen, we hop on the plane for Palermo, Sicily, to find a Maserati waiting. Jason drives us to a villa that overlooks the sea, where we spend the remaining days of our honeymoon.

  “Looking sexy in that skimpy bikini, April,” Jason says over the rim of his sunglasses.

  “What bikini?” I ask, rolling over exposing my bare breasts to the sun.

  My eyes are shrouded behind large, dark sunglasses, and I watch as Jason sets his glass of iced tea down on the counter coming toward me.

  “What are you up to, Jason?” I say with a cheerful lilt.

  “Living a fantasy.”

  He removes his swim shorts and lifts me off the chair.

  “I’m going to make love to my wife, just like we did that very first time.”

  He carries me down the pool steps, lowering my legs into the cool, refreshing water. I instinctively wrap my limbs around his waist and feel his cock at my entrance. He pushes down on my hips, and with one thrust, he’s planted deep inside me.

  “Do you remember how you regretted the first time we made love, April?” he asks while gently moving his hips in a circular motion.

  “I didn’t regret it, baby, and I remember it … unf … every day, I remember.”

  Jason walks us over to the side of the pool where he can anchor me against something solid.

  “Hold on,” he says against my cheek. I tighten my arms around him while he holds my hips steady as he thrusts into me. It doesn’t take long before my head falls back and I’m crying out in pleasure. It pleases me to feel the vibrations of his growls when he finds his release.

  Taking my face into his hands, he kisses me soundly. “I love you so fucking much.”

  I hold him tight to me and secure my ankles that are wrapped around him. “I know.”

  After several days of resting and enjoying each other, we decide to spend some time in town, doing the tourist thing. Once we feast on too many cannoli and coffees, we make several visits to Vino & Company for wine at the wine pump. One of my favorite daily routines is taking a stroll through the Palazzo dei Normanni. On the last day of our honeymoon, we decide to visit the Vucciria Market to purchase gifts for friends and family.

  “April, don’t you have enough? You’ve bought something for everyone,” Jason says, looking at a tray of sunglasses. I feel the blood drain from my face. When I don’t respond, he looks in the direction that I’m staring.

  “April, what is it?” I can’t answer. “What?” he asks again, shaking me out of my trance.

  “I … I saw …”

  “What, April? You’re scaring me here,” he says, taking a stand in front of me.

  A weathered woman suddenly approaches us and speaks to Jason, “Signore, per favore vieni con me.” She tugs on his arm, wanting him to follow her.

  “What does she want?” I ask.

  “Signore, si prega di venire.”

  “She wants us to go with her,” Jason explains, keeping his eye on the frantic old woman. Apparently, it must be urgent because she nearly drags Jason to the alley that I was just staring at.

  Sitting on the stairs leading to up to a row of dirty apartments is a haggard woman dressed in rags.

  Jason is the first to speak. “Robin?”

  I can’t help but stare. Her once beautiful and shiny hair is now dirty and stringy. Her face is pasty and worn, but what shocks me most is the tiny baby in her arms.

  Robin rises and walks over to me, holding the baby out.

  “Lei chiede che si prende il suo bambino,” the old woman says for Robin.

  “Robin wants us to take her baby, April,” Jason says, shocked.

  “What?” I exclaim, taking a step backward.

  “Signora, Robin non può prendersi cura del suo bambino. Ègli deve prendere lui,” the old woman pleads. “Il bambino muore se non lo prendiamo.”

  “She said that the baby will die if we don’t take him,” Jason says, beginning to get concerned. “What should we do? I don’t think Robin can care for it.”

  “Jason, no! We can’t. We have Toni already and, Robin’s baby? Really?” I’m shocked that he would even consider it.

  “April, look at her. She’s broken. She can’t raise a child in this squalor. It’s not for her sake that I would even think about it. Look at that little boy. Do you think he
will have any chance of surviving here?”

  I lean in to look at the little boy. He is cute.

  “Jason, no,” I say shaking my head.

  “I’m sorry, Robin,” he says sadly. But she isn’t ready to accept his rejection and shoves the baby into his chest for him to take anyway. Jason steps away, holding his hands in the air without touching the bundle.

  “Wait!” I say, changing my mind. “We’ll take him.” Jason and Robin snap their heads up to look at me, surprised at my complete change of heart.

  “Are you sure, baby?”

  “Yes, I’m certain.”

  Leaving a grieving and relieved Robin, Jason gives her what Euro he has in his wallet, and we gather our packages and head to the local department store. After purchasing what we need for the baby, we return to the Villa. Jason contacts Carl and asks him to procure the proper paperwork to get us through customs. After a rather uneventful night with the little one, we’re on the plane and headed for home.

  “I can’t even imagine what my parents are thinking,” Jason murmurs, looking down at the infant.

  “Well, you are going to have to trust me on this one, Jason,” I say, checking to see if the baby needs a diaper change.

  After a long plane ride, Matt is waiting at the hanger, ready as always. I’m not surprised to see Paul waiting alongside him.

  “How was the …” Matt begins, stopping mid-sentence upon seeing the baby in my arms.

  “What is this?” Paul asks, running his finger over the baby’s cheek.

  “This is your son—if you want him,” I tell them. Paul and Matt, speechless, look at each other then back at Jason and me. Paul nearly breaks down in tears as I gently hand the little blue bundle over to him while Jason stands back.

  “What are you saying, April?” Matt asks, his hands shaking as he reaches for the baby.

  “I know how in love you two are. You’ve mentioned that you want to have your own family someday. I also know the difficulties you’ll face in adopting, so when this opportunity arose in Sicily, I thought of you two. If you’re not ready to take this step, I’m sure we can find another couple who will take care of him.”

  Matt and Paul look at each other lovingly, and both begin to grin at the same time.