by Jill Sanders
“I like your sister and her family. I can’t believe everything she’s gone through in her life.”
He smiled at her and continued to run his hand down her hair. “I can tell she likes you, too.”
“Really?” She sat up a little more, looking into his face.
He nodded and smiled. “She didn’t kick you out of her house. Rob is a really simple person. If she likes you, you’re in. If she doesn’t, there would have been no doubt about her feelings and you would have found yourself sleeping in the alley.”
She smiled, she couldn’t help it. Roberta was her kind of girl.
Where was she? He’d been told that she was heading straight home, days ago. He was usually a patient man, but waiting this long for something was wearing him thin.
He tried to get more information from her family, but no one was talking. He’d even sent his man into her work to see if someone would tell them where she’d disappeared to.
His boss was getting agitated. His plans kept changing and he had to justify all his moves. Reasoning everything out was just a waste of his time.
He thought of Ann and remembered the first time he’d been introduced to her. Her long blond hair had caught his attention right away. She was as tall as he was and he found that very attractive. Her legs were skinny and he knew he’d enjoy running his hands up them. He felt himself hardening thinking of her.
“Are you coming back to bed?” A rich female voice broke into his thoughts. Looking up he saw the brunette standing naked across his small office in the rented house. Her long dark legs were crossed as she leaned against the door frame. She still wore her black heels and stockings. Her perky breast peaked upwards and he knew they tasted just like the name she went by, Cinnamon.
He didn’t mind paying for a good time and tonight’s treat had been one he’d enjoyed many times over the last few months. But his mind was now running to a certain blond. Maybe he could use the energy he had pent up for Ann and enjoy one last night with Cinnamon before his job was done here.
Standing up, he walked over and grabbed her by the waist and bent her over the desk so that her face lay on the cool surface. He dropped his pants and plunged into her in one quick motion. Closing his eyes, he dreamed of seeing the blond hair pooling around the wood of his desk as he pounded her until he felt his release explode.
Chapter Twelve
The next morning, after eating a huge breakfast and saying goodbye to Rob, Ric, and Rose, Ann and Ethan settled in their rental car for the hour-and-half journey to see his parents.
She watched the scenery change outside of town and the houses started getting further apart and smaller. Green fields covered most of the landscape and the trees were thicker.
By the time they turned off and drove through the town of Longview, she could feel her nerves building again. But shortly after they’d made it through the town, she lost herself in the drive again. The road narrowed to a small two lane and she couldn’t remember seeing a drive more peaceful or relaxing. Several times she would get a peek at the large river, the Columbia, which sat just beside the winding road.
The drive seemed to go on and she realized that they had hadn’t even passed any towns for a while.
“Here we are,” Ethan said as they pulled into a small side road which led down towards the small town. She could see the small cottages that lined the streets. The river was right there, and she could see a small dock area that housed a few dozen boats of all shapes and sizes.
“My parents live in the house just up there, and my house is up that way as well, but we’re heading over to my grandmother’s place first. She’s lived there her whole life. My grandpa died when I was seventeen in an accident at the mill. He would have liked you.” He smiled at her as he drove up a steep hill and stopped in front of a small wood framed house with a red roof.
Potted plants hung on the quaint front porch, and large pots of bright flowers sat everywhere. An older woman sat on the porch and when their car stopped, she stood up and waved.
“My grandma, Eliza. She’ll like you, too. I suppose my folks are running late. My dad never could be on time for anything.”
Ann watched as Ethan engulfed his grandmother in a hug. She could see the love between the two instantly, making her wish she’d had more time with her own grandmother before she’d passed away.
“You must be Ann. It’s such a pleasure to meet you, dear.” The woman hugged her lightly and smiled at Ethan. “Please, I have some tea ready, would you like to sit?”
Just as they made it to the front porch, a white truck pulled up and honked.
“Oh good, your parents are finally here.”
Ann watched as a man roughly the size of Ethan exited the truck and walked over to open the door for a woman who was the spitting image of her daughter, Roberta. When they approached she could see small differences, but there was no doubt left in Ann’s mind as to how Ethan knew who Roberta was that day at the hospital.
Ethan, on the other hand, took after his father more. Their builds were identical and Ann was impressed with the amount of muscle on his father. She wondered if they ever bragged about whose were bigger.
Smiling, she shook their hands after Ethan introduced them. Of course they’d both come in and given her hugs, making her feel very welcomed.
An hour later, Ann couldn’t imagine laughing any harder. His mother was telling her all kinds of stories about Ethan when he was a child. Ethan, for his part, sat there and just laughed or smiled back. She couldn’t imagine him coming from this kind of family and doing what he did for a living.
She’d always thought that mercenaries were hardened, raised in rough families. Like they were searching for an out and found it by doing what they did. It made him a bigger puzzle than she’d thought.
She’d never really asked him why he did what he did, if there had been any one reason he’d chosen his career. She could tell that he kept most of the stuff he did away from his family. From what she could gather, they thought of him as kind of a security guard.
After dinner, they finally headed out to his place. He’d mentioned he had a house in town near his parents’ place, but what he hadn’t mentioned is that he had built it himself.
They drove up the long driveway as a light, steady rain fell. She’d made a comment about how beautiful it was, and he’d confided that it had taken him and his father a whole year to finish it.
The wood cabin look was stunning. The large front porch wrapped around the entire place and there were at least two swings hanging from the porch. When he pulled the car around back, she noticed the large three-car carport attached to the garage.
“My father stores his tractor in the garage. They watch the place while I’m away. Their house is just there.” He pointed across a huge field. “You can see the lights.” She looked and, indeed, about a mile across the field she could see house lights. “Actually, they own all the land. I bought this small chunk from them. Well, he wouldn’t actually let me pay for it.” He smiled.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Wait till you see inside.” He grabbed her hand and walked her in the door. She noticed it wasn’t locked and stopped.
“Ann, this is small-town Washington. No one locks their doors. The worst we have to deal with is deer eating our crops, and raccoons or bears getting into our trash.”
She looked around quickly for lurking bears as he laughed.
They walked in the back door which led them straight into a large kitchen. The steel stove sat in the middle on an island with a large steel vent hood over it. Large pots hung by a rack on either side of the vent. The marble counter-tops were a cream color matching the light oak cabinets.
The tile floor in olive green and beige gave it all a warm feeling. There was a small kitchen table and chairs off to the left near a large glass window which overlooked the fields.
As they walked through the place, Ethan talked about the construction and how he and his father had worked together. It was
the most he’d said since she’d met him. She enjoyed hearing every detail.
The living room was off to the left and as she took the two steps into the sunken space, she marveled at the large two-story stone fireplace. The massive moose head that hung over it was just as impressive.
“My uncle got him in Alaska. He gave it to me as a birthday gift. I’ve been hunting with him a few times. Got myself a black bear once.” He smiled. “But fishing is more to my taste. I know the perfect spot to get some great salmon. Maybe next year…” he broke off and took her hand. “Well, how about I finish showing you around?”
She nodded her head. She didn’t know what else to say. He’d hinted at their relationship continuing. Did that mean she wasn’t just a job? But he’d broken his statement off. Did that mean he’d regretted saying it? Ugh! She hated having doubts.
They climbed a twisted staircase with shiny wood railings up to a landing. There she stopped and looked down at the living space. She could really enjoy the view of the large fireplace from here. There were large windows on either side and she could just make out the river in the distance.
“How often do you get to stay here?”
“Well, I try to make it home for the whole holiday season. The last few years, since I’ve been working alone, it’s been easier for me to schedule my time so I make sure I’m here more often. But I don’t get to stay as often as I’d like.”
They walked into a large bedroom that had a mini version of the fireplace along the inside wall. The bed was huge, most likely a California king. She looked at Ethan and realized he’d need a large bed to be comfortable in. The bed in his Lima home had been large, but not this large. She’d noticed his feet hung off it and thought that in this bed, he’d actually have room to spare.
“We built it with three bedrooms upstairs. I have a gym downstairs and an office.”
She walked over and sat on the bed.
“I’m impressed. You did such a wonderful job.” She smiled at him as he walked across the room. She could feel the heat from his stare burning into her skin.
“I’ve wanted to see you here. In my home. In my bed.”
She smiled at him and held her arms up for him. He leaned in and kissed her mouth, pulling them both down onto the soft bed.
He rained slow kisses over her face and neck as she arched back and wrapped her legs around his hips, her hands slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head.
She could hear the rain hitting the roof, and the soothing sounds and the dim light from the windows made her want to go slow. She had all night to show him what she’d been feeling. To show him how much she wanted him, wanted to be with him here.
Once his shirt was removed she ran her hands over his skin, enjoying the muscles as she watched them flex and jump under her fingers.
“Mmmm, I love your body.” She leaned up and kissed his collar bone, running her tongue over him, tasting him.
She used her hands and pushed his shoulders until he was lying flat on his back, shirtless. She straddled his hips and slowly removed her shirt, watching his eyes heat as he watched her.
“I love seeing what I do to you. Seeing your eyes focus on me.” She slowly ran her hands over her skin until she came to her black bra. Then she leaned down and ran her fingers over his chest, running a finger down his stomach, down the pathway below his belly button until she hit the clasp of his jeans. She unbuttoned, then slowly unzipped them. His arms flexed as he put his hands above his head, resting his head in his palms. He smiled at her, giving her permission to do what she wanted with him. She couldn’t help it, she smiled back.
“You are in so much trouble.” She moved down so she could slowly pull his jeans off his hips. When she got to his boots, she took her time unlacing them and pulling them off one at a time. She knew the anticipation was killing him. Several times he tried to help her but she just pushed his hands aside.
Finally, when he was lying beneath her naked, she just looked down at him. She was still half dressed in her black bra and black skirt. Her thigh-high stockings were visible as she hiked her skirt so she could straddle him again. She’d toed off her own heels as she walked her way back to just below his hips.
His erection sat between them, proud and erect. She knew he wanted her to touch him, but she leaned over and started kissing and rubbing her hands over his chest again.
She wanted this to last. She wanted to enjoy every inch of him, slowly.
“Ann, your killing me.”
“Don’t rush me. I’m enjoying myself too much to go fast.” She smiled as she nibbled her way down his chest. When she reached his belly button, she dipped her tongue in and swirled it around the sexy spot. He had a light covering of hair that trailed down to his sex. She followed it until finally, she gripped him lightly in her hands. She watched as his eyes closed and he moaned while arching his head.
“You like it when I touch you?”
“God, yes!” He almost jumped when she swirled her tongue around the head, lapping at him as she used her hands to stroke his length. She cupped his balls as she used her mouth to please him.
His hands plunged into her hair, holding her to him as she took her time enjoying the taste and feel of him in her mouth.
“Ann!” His hips were pumping, making her motion deeper and longer. Then he was quickly reversing their positions.
“You little hellcat.” He smiled down at her. “Do you know what it is that you do to me?”
He looked down at her, his hands slowly going up her stockings. “I think it’s time for a little payback.” He smiled and she knew she was in trouble.
His calloused hands finally reached the sensitive skin above her thigh-highs. He slowly rolled each stocking down until finally her legs were bare. Then he dipped his head and kissed and licked his way back up her legs until finally he reached the inside of her thighs. Her skirt was hiked up, exposing her silk panties, but he made no move to remove them. Instead, as his eyes were on hers, he reached up and undid her bra, slowly pulling it down her shoulders.
Her hands were beside her on the bed and when he’d finally finished removing it, she gripped the bedspread and wished for speed.
How could she know that moving so slow would tie her up inside?
“Ethan, please.” She watched as he smiled.
“Shh, don’t rush me. I’m enjoying myself too much to go fast.” He repeated her words, tormenting her.
With just his fingers, he trailed over her soft skin until he circled her nipples, causing them to rise and bud.
Then he just looked down at her. “Beautiful.” He smiled, then dipped his head to taste the skin he’d just exposed. She arched up and grabbed his hair as he rained wet kisses over her heated skin.
He trailed kisses down until he reached the top of her skirt. Then he moved back down below to the inside of her thighs again.
She felt like she couldn’t breathe, waiting for him to touch her in the place she wanted, the place she needed him.
Slowly, he ran his hands up until he could pull her silk panties down her legs slowly. Then he ran his mouth over her heated skin, moving upwards until, finally, his mouth licked her tender skin causing her to arch off the bed and moan.
He used his hands to hike her skirt higher, pushing it up until she was fully exposed. He dipped his head as he used his hands to spread her legs wider, exposing her fully to his view and taste.
He ran his hands up her inner thigh until he slid a finger into her core while his tongue pleasured her skin. Her shoulders came off the mattress then as she screamed his name.
“Mmm.” He trailed kisses up her stomach and she realized every muscle in her body was totally relaxed. “I could get used to this,” he said when he was fully on top of her, his chest and hips pinning her to the mattress. He used his thighs to spread her legs until he fit comfortably between them. “Ann?” She smiled and opened her eyes.
His face was close, so close she had to blink a few times to adjust her eyes. His eyes sp
arkled in the dim light and she noticed a huge smile on his face.
“I want to see what I do to you when I slide into you. I want to see your eyes as I drive you over the edge.”
He paused as he slid slowly into her. She tried to keep her eyes focused on him, but she couldn’t help that everything had gone blurry. She gripped his shoulders as he slowly rocked his hips.
She could feel his speed pick up as his hips pumped harder and faster. She closed her eyes to the pleasure and wrapped her legs around his hips to hold on.
Finally, when she couldn’t stand it another minute, he buried his face into her hair and let himself go just as she fell.
The thin man was sweating. Even though the room’s temperature was controlled at a cool seventy degrees, he felt it dripping down his back. His palms were sweaty and he knew that his heart was racing.