by BJ Wane
"You are so right, brat," she told her student with a fondness she reserved for a precious few. "Camille, your nephew is coming along beautifully. I've no doubt he'll succeed transferring his ability to read music to playing it soon." Eve looked over to where she knew Camille was sitting, waiting to take Joshua home with her until her sister could pick him up after work.
"If his hearing holds out," Camille commented, smiling when her nephew sent her an impish grin. "I keep warning him about how keeping the volume so loud on his head set when listening to music will damage his hearing."
"Listen to your aunt," Eve said sternly. "You know how much you rely on your hearing."
"Yes, ma'am. See you tomorrow."
Neither Eve nor Camille were fooled by his agreeable tone. "Joshua, step out into the hall for a minute while I talk to Ms. Sawyer."
Eve tensed as she waited for Camille to approach her desk, instinct telling her she intended to bring up the one topic she has been struggling to ignore for over a week. Nate.
"Eve, I haven't talked to you about your hook up a few weeks ago. Everything go okay?" After Nate's persistence, Camille needed to reassure herself that Eve had no regrets about being set up with him. She'd trust Nate with her life, but not her friend's feelings. It still surprised her how he found her again by accident then attempted to seek her out.
"More than fine, Camille. Nate was… well, awesome for lack of a better word. It was a very exciting night for me. Thank you."
"Apparently for him too. He called me yesterday wanting your number. Don't worry," Camille hurried to assure her when a panicked look replaced the pleased one on Eve's expressive face. "I refused. He knew better than to ask me, which makes me wonder. Nate usually has no problem forgetting a woman once he leaves her bed."
Eve remembered how he hadn't argued when she announced she was taking a cab home instead of allowing him to take her. That, combined with his cursing then silence after witnessing her embarrassing meltdown told her he was glad to be done with her now.
"Well, I did run into him the weekend afterward, so he knows who I am. I'm sure he just wanted to make sure I was fine after learning he had spent the night having sex with a blind woman. But, like always, I want to put that night behind me now. It served its purpose." She had no intention of mentioning the second meeting she had with Nate last weekend and the disastrous way it ended. Turning her face towards the bank of windows in her room, she felt the late afternoon sun on her face. "I haven't had a chance to get outside today. Is it as nice as it feels?" she asked, attempting to change the subject.
"Yes, warm for mid-September. I'll see you later then. Let me know if you change your mind and want Nate to get in touch with you. Just so you know," she tossed out as she headed towards the door, "if you want sex more than one night a year but nothing else, you can't go wrong with Nate."
A no strings affair, no matter how tempting, wasn't likely between Eve and Nate, not after the way she fell apart after he was considerate enough to try and give her what she had been wanting. She didn't know why Nate would want to call her. Maybe he wanted to reassure himself she hadn't become completely unglued after leaving him. She knew he couldn't understand the intensity of her reaction to the freedom and pleasure his excursion had given her. The exhilarating ride alone made her feel like she was flying across a wide open expanse with no obstacles to look out for, no impediments to make her stumble or lose her direction. When coupled with the powerful climaxes he gave her, she was left breathless from the overwhelming pleasure taking over all of her senses. Nate knew just how much pressure to put on her pelvis, just when to pinch her nipple to send her into orgasmic orbit. His timing had been impeccable, her response unbelievable. She wondered how he knew to do that then thought how stupid that thought was. She had no idea how old he was, but she surmised he was old enough to have had numerous affairs.
Not liking the direction her thoughts were taking, Eve rose and made her way to the corner of her room with ease. She'd been teaching music at the institute for over six years now, had set up her classroom herself and knew where every instrument was as well as the placement of every desk. Sliding onto the sleek piano bench, she ran her fingers in a loving caress across the ivory keys. Music was a constant draw for her and therapeutic in enabling her to shove aside worries or concerns or her occasional melancholy while she was playing the piano or strumming a guitar. Without conscious thought she played Bach's Prelude in C Major, a soft, soothing piece that always calmed her. Within moments, she had shoved aside memories of incredible sex, stimulating horseback rides and the feel and voice of a man she has no business fantasizing about.
Nate entered the school for the blind then stopped in surprise when he met Camille exiting. Seeing her holding the hand of a young blind boy told him he was in the right place, watching her smile dim and her brows lower when she frowned upon seeing him told him his timing sucked. "So, my research was right, Eve works here," he said as they met halfway down a wide hall.
"She won't be happy with your intrusion," Camille snapped, irritated and surprised he couldn't let it go. "What's with you? It's not like you to pursue a woman if you've already…" she paused, glanced down at Joshua who listened with his head cocked before softening her voice and saying, "one you've already had."
Bending, he kissed Camille's cheek before telling her, "Mind your own business, Camie." He didn't back down when she narrowed her blue eyes at him, her look conveying her dislike of his succinct order.
Recognizing the determined, stubborn glint in his eyes, Camille released a frustrated breath and nodded. "Just don't hurt her or you'll answer to me."
Camille had a protective streak a mile wide. It was something he has always admired about her, so he knew that wasn't an idle threat. "Where can I find her?"
"Just follow the music."
Nate frowned as he watched her walk away without another word then proceeded down the hall toward the sound of a piano being played. Rounding the corner, he passed classrooms already closed for the day until he reached the wide open double doors at the end of the hall. His eyes widened in shock when he spotted Eve sitting at an upright piano in a large music room, her face intent as her fingers flew across the keyboard playing a soft, beautiful piece with intricate precision.
It shouldn't surprise him to discover she was an accomplished pianist, but it did. He suspected this woman could do anything she set her mind to. He wasn't a connoisseur of classical music, but he knew enough to know talent when he heard it. She was as sexy dressed in a conservative slim navy skirt and silk blouse in a bright blend of blues, greens and yellows as she was in tight jeans or naked. Her glossy, blue-black hair swung to one side when she tilted her head and he remembered how vivid her green eyes appeared surrounded by the dark waves. The brief glimpse he caught was of expressive cat eyes with an exotic tilt at the corners, showing a particular vulnerability only someone with her limitations could have. But he also saw the strength it took to cope with those limitations and the arousal she couldn't hide. It was one thing to feel a woman's excitement in the wet heat of her pussy surrounding his fingers or cock, another to see it reflected openly on her face and in her eyes. It was unfortunate the memory of steadily flowing tears from those eyes, revealing how upset she was over his apparent blunder, was the reason for his impromptu visit.
The piece she was playing rose to a crescendo then came to an end, leaving the large room in abrupt silence, or so he thought until she swiveled on the piano bench and looked toward him.
"Hello? Is that you, Elizabeth?"
"No, it's Nate." She jumped at the sound of his voice and he hurried toward her, wondering what sound he made that alerted her to his presence. "Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I didn't want to interrupt you. You play beautifully."
"Nate, what are you doing here?" she gasped in surprise.
Nate touched her arm lightly as she stood, something he remembered seeing Carl do to let her know he was there in front of her. "Looking you up. I
had hoped to find you at the stables last Saturday so I could apologize."
"Apologize? What on earth for?" Eve couldn't imagine what he had to be sorry for. It was she who should apologize for her emotional reaction to both the riding and the unconventional sex.
"Isn't it obvious? You weren't ready for that ride I took you on. I scared the shit out of you," he growled. The perplexed frown on her face made him question whether it was just the ride responsible for her reaction or if it could have included her response to being brought to orgasms out in the open like they had been.
"Oh, no, no, you don't understand!" she exclaimed when she realized what he thought. "It was… incredible. So… it felt so liberating, that fast, wild ride, just like I remembered. And, then added to that, when you…" she stuttered to a stop, needing to reassure him more than she needed to hide her conflicting emotions right now, but as her face heated with embarrassment she didn't know how to do that.
"When I brought you to climax several times? Those were happy tears?"
Eve giggled, something she couldn't remember doing in a long, long time. "Yes, of course. I'm the one who's sorry for falling apart on you like I did." She felt her face redden as she remembered her embarrassing emotional reaction in front of him.
Nate narrowed his eyes when she blushed. "You were embarrassed." Damn, why hadn't he thought of that? "I see I have a lot to learn." When her smile turned to a frown, the sudden urge to feel that mouth under his couldn't be ignored. "Then again, so do you," he told her as he fisted a handful of her dark hair, bringing her mouth up to meet his, unable to resist reminding her how good he could make her feel. She stiffened at first, then was melting against him, her lips softening under his, opening to allow him to reacquaint himself with the warm cavern of her mouth. Her hands clutched his arms as she returned the stroke of his tongue with her own, tightening on his biceps when he nipped her lower lip then soothed the bite with a swipe of his tongue. Her low moan had his cock jerking, her nipples stabbing his chest hardened him and the unconscious shift of her pelvis against his made him sweat.
"Fuck," he swore lowly, pulling back. "We can't discuss this further here."
The reminder of where they were was as effective as a glass of ice water in her face. Eve stepped back, needing to put some distance between her needy body and the hard body she could recall so well, only to come up against the piano bench. Discovering she was as susceptible to him now as she was in that hotel room and on the back of Smokey, made her desperate to have him gone. "You have to leave. I'm sorry if you misunderstood my reaction last week. You didn't scare me; I was just… overwhelmed."
"And from your heated response to a simple kiss just now, I'd say you're eager to be overwhelmed again," he stated bluntly. Now that his conscience wasn't annoying him, he was reluctant to walk away again. "I can give you what you're searching for, Eve."
"And just what is it you think that is?"
"Sex and adventure, two things that have been lacking in your life for how long?" His offer surprised her as much as him. He knew he was intrigued with her, that hard as steel independent streak she possessed that was at odds with her sexual vulnerability drew him like a magnet, made him want to explore how far he could take her. But he hadn't planned to offer her anything specific.
He made her sound pathetic, something Eve couldn't stand. Matching his brutal honesty, she said, "If we met under different circumstances, you never would have considered sleeping with me, let alone indulging in an affair. I'm not into pity fucks, Nate."
"Good because I'm not into them either. And you're right, I wouldn't have given fucking you a thought had we met at some social event or anywhere else. But I spent six hours bringing your delectable body alive under and above me, and I've discovered I want to do it again, and again. I've also discovered if there was ever a woman who needed a no holds barred sexual affair, it's you. Look," he added when she didn't look like she was lowering her guard enough to give his suggestion a thought, "I like you and I admire the hell out of you. Isn't that enough for what we both want?"
Before Eve could reply, she heard the jangle of the janitor's keys as he came down the hall, a jarring reminder of where they were. "I have to go. My cab's probably waiting for me."
Nate grasped her elbow and leaned into her again. He wasn't above using coercion to get what he wanted and he was discovering he wanted Eve again in the worst way. "Let me take you home. We can discuss our affair in private then."
"I didn't agree to have an affair with you," she hissed, trying to ignore the way being this close to his tall, muscled body set her blood to heating.
"Not yet. Come on, what do you have to lose by letting me take you home?" he cajoled.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Sawyer. Working late again?"
"I was, Harold, but I'm leaving now," she told the friendly janitor who always had a protective eye on both students and teachers. "The room's all yours."
She should have known Nate wouldn't just give up. She pulled away from his light grip. "Fine, you can take me home, but that's it!"
"Careful, sugar. You're tempting me to put you over my knee and give you a demonstration of how much you want what I'm offering."
Eve couldn't tell by his tone if he was serious or not, but the way her vagina clenched and moistened told her he wasn't far off the mark in his assumption. Hoping she wasn't making a colossal mistake, she picked up her briefcase, and this time didn't protest when he again took her arm as she called out good-night to Harold.
Chapter Five
"What did you mean by no holds barred sex?" Eve asked him as soon as she strapped in, more interested in his answer than the plush feel of the supple leather seat she was sitting on.
"Just that. Sex on my terms, where, when and how I want it. I can promise you won't be disappointed. Where to?"
Eve gave him her address as she mulled over his offer, which sounded too good to be true for someone like her. She learned the hard way in college men may like her, even find her attractive, but weren't interested in a meaningful, physical relationship. The three guys she dated during those four years had all been fellow music students, nice guys who studied hard and weren't into partying, just like her. But with each one, when things heated up and she was ready for the relationship to include sex, they had backed off, telling her they just wanted to be friends. If it hadn't been for Holly's unfailing friendship and support after those break-ups, she doubted if she would have had the wherewithal to finish college. To avoid any more disappointments, she stopped dating altogether. When the orgasms she gave herself weren't enough, she had resorted to asking for Camille's help. Between her desire for sex with an actual person instead of her vibrator and the need to escape her memories on the anniversary of her and Bobby's accident, she had become desperate and thought she'd stumbled onto the perfect solution. Until three weeks ago and Nate showed her how much she was still missing out on.
"Talk to me, Eve. What're you thinking?" Her condo wasn't far; in fact, Nate was familiar with the relatively new community she lived in. He invested heavily into that development project and had padded his accounts nicely from it.
"I'm wondering what's in this for you. I'm blind, not stupid, and pretty sure you could get anyone you want, so why me?"
Nate shrugged even though he knew she couldn't see the indifferent gesture. "I found one night wasn't enough. I want to fuck you again, several times if we're going to be honest. Does it have to be more than that?"
The candid, vulgar statement sent a rush of heat through her long deprived body, making her nipples tingle and her pussy swell. No one had ever wanted her like that and just the thought he did was heady. This was the first time she had ever felt such intense lust. She had desired Bobby with all the innocence of youth and for certain had enjoyed a spark of pleasure with her anonymous lovers. But those pleasurable feelings and sensations couldn't compare to the fiery combustion that took her by surprise three weeks ago and left her reeling from its impact. If she were going to have
a no holds barred, no strings affair, why not with someone who was not only experienced, but seemed to know what she wanted better than she did? Knowing up front their relationship was limited to sex would keep her from wishing for more. She knew the whole white picket fence scenario wasn't in the cards for her, but how often would an opportunity like the one he was giving her pop up in her life?
"Have you considered my limitations, Nate? They can be daunting for amateurs." She needed to make sure he had considered his proposal with his big head and not just his little head before she agreed.
"I like that you can be as blunt as I usually am. I can handle your limitations if you can handle my demands. How about I test you now and you can come up with a test for me if you pass?" Nate stopped at the red light and looked over at her. Reaching out, he plucked her glasses off and tossed them in the back. "I hate those things. You have beautiful, expressive eyes. I want to see them when you come."
Irritation and embarrassment had her frowning, but his next words kept Eve from snapping at him for his high handed behavior and had her struggling to swallow down a throat gone dry.
"Take off your panties, pull up your skirt and spread your legs." When she hesitated, his next demand was made with quiet, steel authority. "Now, Eve," his scowl turning to a grin when he noticed the way her nipples peaked at his demand. "I didn't take the blind woman I saw rock climbing for a coward," he taunted when the light turned green and she still sat there in indecision.
That did it. As mortified as she was, Eve wasn't about to let that comment slide. Both Mark and Carl insisted she could do whatever she wanted to, she just had to set her mind to the task. Nate was making it easier for her. His demands left her with two choices; comply or end this before it started. She knew she wasn't ready to end whatever weird relationship they had been dancing around so that left her with doing what he demanded.