Alicia's Misfortune

by Sarah Silver

  I closed the door behind me and then loaded myself up into the truck and headed to the saloon. The moon cast a somber glow over the valley and I pulled into the Billy Goat parking lot just as a large group of college students walked inside. I wasn’t much for eating out, and I definitely wasn’t much of a drinker, but I’d do whatever Jake wanted me to do at this point, as long as it meant that Ethan and I would end up living comfortable lives because of it.

  I pushed opened the doors and had a quick look around. Jake told me that Matthew would be wearing a blue checkered shirt with a pair of jeans. I scanned the bar and didn’t see anyone that fit the description. From what Jake told me, Matthew was tall, with short, dark hair, and blue eyes. He hadn’t gotten into particulars, but I figured that I’d be able to spot him easily enough because of the shirt. Sure enough, when I turned to my left, I caught sight of a tall man in a shirt that fit the description.

  He was sitting alone at a table by the window, sipping on what appeared to be a tall glass of water. I wondered if he had been waiting long. I was only a few minutes late. My stomach churned at the thought of having to introduce myself, and having to tell him all about my history, about Ethan, and about Jake. I wanted to turn around and run back to my car. My heart raced and my palms began to sweat. This was ridiculous. I was making it such a production. All I had to do was walk over and say hello.

  The restaurant doors flew open and another large group bustled inside. I moved to get out of the way, and inadvertently ended up only a few feet away from his table. I shot him another quick glance and saw him look up over the table. His eyes were blue- ice blue with a mysterious glow. His cheekbones were defined and he had a strong presence to him. I reminded myself that he was a murdered, that he might be dangerous. Then I remembered that Jake said he would be waiting in the parking lot to make sure that everything went safely.

  I inched closer to his seat, all the while watching his face to see if he looked up again. My hands clutched my purse and my feet shuffled like a child’s. It was almost amusing that I was so nervous and so insecure. I finally took a deep breath, ran my hand through my hair, and then smiled. As soon as I did, he looked up and then stood up from his seat. “Emma?” He walked toward me and then pulled out my chair. “I’m Matthew.” He smiled and waited for me to sit down.

  I looked at his face and paused. There was something so familiar about him, but I couldn’t tell what it was. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t place my finger on whom. His eyes twinkled when he spoke, and his cheekbones accentuated the prominent curve of his jaw. Some women would have considered him model-like in his appearance, with such rugged good looks and casual demeanor. I just knew that he was gorgeous, and that I couldn’t take my eyes off his face.

  Chapter 8

  “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you, Emma.” Matthew looked at me with a smile, and I felt a twinge of desire surge through my body. It was such a peculiar feeling, and I immediately felt guilty. What would Paul have thought about me having dinner with another man? I tried not to think about him, but it was almost impossible.

  “It’s lovely meeting you, too. Jake told me quite a bit about you. I’ve always been familiar with the farming and the ranching life, so I thought maybe we’d actually hit it off.” I tried not to sound contrived. I wanted to feel and look natural, but I worried that I was blowing it. Matthew smiled. Again, I noticed that glimmer in his eye and I couldn’t help but feel a strong attraction.

  “I must admit, this is one of the first dates I’ve been on in a long time. I used to be married, but we divorced over five years ago.” Matthew spoke and then sipped his water. “Hey, I hear they have great ribs here. Would you like to split a plate with me?” He smiled and then waited for my response. I loved barbeque ribs, so it was easy to comply. The waiter came by and took our drink orders, and before I knew it, we were talking and laughing as if we were old school mates.

  “You know, Matthew…” I paused and then looked out the window. “I’m sure Jake told you that I’m a widow.” I felt strange even saying the word widow. “I’m not sure why I feel like I have to tell you, but I just want to be clear. I’m not expecting anything, you know?” I wanted to bite my tongue as soon as the words slipped out. What a rude statement. Matthew simply nodded his head.

  “You don’t have to explain a thing to me, Emma. I have no expectations, either. In fact, I really just hope that you enjoy spending time with me, and that we get to have some nice conversation. Being alone can take a toll on a person.” He raised his eyebrows and then smiled. I got the distinct feeling that even though we had just met, he somehow understood me. Maybe he knew what it was like to be lonely.

  I reminded myself that according to Jake’s information, Matthew had actually spent little time alone. With a track record of multiple wives, I wondered just how lonely he could have ever been. Then I remembered that Matthew said he had just been divorced five years ago. It wasn’t adding up. I had to know more. “So, Matthew. If I’m correct, Jake told me that you have been married three times. Is that true?” I knew it was blunt, but I wanted to get the facts straight. Matthew looked confused.

  “I’ve been married twice. My first wife left me for a doctor, believe it or not.” Matthew shook his head and then laughed. “And, like I told you, my second marriage ended in divorce.” He nodded and then backed up when the waiter came by with our food. In a matter of seconds the two of us were devouring our ribs, and the entire topic of wives, divorces, and marriage had disintegrated.

  I’m not sure at what point the idea crossed my mind, but I began to slowly get the feeling that Matthew wasn’t actually a murderer. Perhaps it was his smile, or the way he told his stories. Maybe it was the way he held his head or the way that he made me laugh. Or maybe it was just my good old fashioned intuition. But I started to think that Jake was wrong about this guy. I had a sneaking suspicion that Matthew was actually innocent.

  We finished our food and then split an ice cream for dessert. When the waiter came with the bill, Matthew insisted on paying. Then we slowly wandered outside and into the night. “You know, Emma, this has been a really fun night. I feel like we have a lot in common, and I’d love to see you again.” Matthew looked at me and I felt my heart flutter. He smelled so good that I was tempted to lean in and kiss him, but I knew that it would be inappropriate. Women were supposed to let the man make the first move.

  “I had a good time, Matthew. Thanks. I need to get going. I told my son, Ethan, that I’d be home by nine.” I nodded my head and then turned around to leave. Matthew reached for my hand.

  “I’d love to see you again some time.” He smiled and then moved in closer. I nodded my head, glad that he had suggested it. “Would you be interested in coming to my home out by Sun Valley? Maybe you’d like to join me for dinner.” He spoke with confidence, but he wasn’t cocky. I knew that there was something special about him, but what was it? I wanted to gush over the fact that he had just invited me over, but instead I casually played it off.

  “Why don’t you call me some day this week? I’ll make sure that Ethan doesn’t have any school obligations.” I wanted to be at least somewhat flirtatious. Matthew nodded in acceptance.

  “Perfect. Could you give me your number?” He moved in closer and then I looked into his eyes. I felt a wave of excitement course through my body. Without saying another word, he placed his hand on my chin and pulled my face close to his. I could smell his cologne and I slowly wrapped my hands around his waist. He opened his mouth and then I felt the brush of our lips together. His tongue met mine and I felt completely immobilized for what felt like an eternity. We kissed, under the moonlight and among the breeze. Then we both slowly pulled away and smiled.

  I reached in my pocket and scrawled my phone number on a piece of paper. Then I tucked my hair behind my ear and slowly walked off toward the truck. Matthew watched and waited for me to get in. I started the engine and then cracked my window, the taste of Matthew still on my lips. Then I d
rove away from the Billy Goat, and thought about what I’d say to Ethan.

  Chapter 9

  Ethan wasn’t home when I got in. He had never stayed out past ten o’clock before, and now I was worried. I threw on my pajamas and called his friend Billy’s house, but his mother, Pat, told me that Ethan hadn’t been there all afternoon. I tried not to panic. “I’m sure he’ll be home any minute.” As soon as I spoke, the door slammed close. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Ethan?” I walked down the hall and met him as he came up the steps. “Where have you been?” I looked at his face and he stared at the floor.

  He walked right by and then entered his room and slammed the door. I knew better than to push the issue. If he didn’t want to talk to me, I’d have to wait. Sooner or later he’d come around. I hoped that he would understand that nobody could ever take the place of his father, but that life did go on, and that we would both have to move forward with our lives.

  He didn’t speak to me for three days. When he finally did, I was on my way to Matthew’s for dinner. I was dressed in one of my favorite sweaters and a pair of jeans. For the first time in years, I had taken off my wedding ring. It felt strange, but I knew that the more I did to move forward, the better off I would be. I couldn’t hang onto my past if it was going to keep me sheltered, unhappy, and alone. I only wished that Ethan could see it the same way that I did.

  “Ethan, you know that I loved your father. Nobody can ever replace him. But I need to be realistic. He’s never coming back, and me sitting alone in this house isn’t making either one of us happy. I love you, sweetie. Please try to understand.” I threw my arms around Ethan’s shoulders and cried. He nodded his head and then backed away.

  “I’m sleeping over at Billy’s.” He gave me a wry smile and then headed out the door. I watched as he disappeared through the yard, then locked up and got inside the truck. I was relived to get to Matthew’s. It was a much needed escape from the reality of the crumbling farmhouse and Ethan’s dismissive attitude. Matthew greeted me with a hug and a glass of wine, which I gladly accepted. I stepped inside and was immediately impressed by the tasteful décor.

  “You’re just in time, Emma. Dinner is ready.” Matthew closed the door behind me and I felt a twinge of worry. All of Jake’s information fled through my mind and I thought about how ludicrous it all sounded. There was just no way that Matthew could be a murderer. I simply knew that Jake had either gotten his stories messed up, or had outright lied. Matthew dished a generous helping of beef stew onto my plate. I smiled and then dug in. If there was one thing that we definitely had in common, it was our taste in food.

  “I’m so glad you could make it. I’ve been thinking about you all day.” Matthew smiled and I felt a twinge of lust scurry through my limbs. I sipped my wine and ate my dinner, but all the while I was imagining kissing him again. He must have been thinking along the same lines, because the two of us were in each other’s arms immediately after our last bites of food had been taken. “Why don’t you join me on the couch?” Matthew slowly led me into the living room and we kissed. Then he sat down, and I closed my eyes, ready for whatever he had to give me.

  “Matthew. It’s been so long…” My voice trailed off and then I stopped trying to search for words. Instead, I pulled Mathew by the collar and kissed him again on the lips. He ran his hands over my body, and I could feel the strength of his fingers on my curves. I wasn’t even sure about what to do next. It had been so long. I sighed and waited for him to explore my body, every inch of me aching to be touched.

  He ran his hands under my camisole, then up toward the back of my bra, where he unfastened the hook and yanked it off my breasts. I threw back my head and closed my eyes, then ran my hands over his back and under his shirt. I peeked over his shoulder and realized that we hadn’t even cleared away our dinner dishes. He played with my nipples then kissed my neck, my face, and my ears. I felt goose-bumps erupt all over my body. He unzipped my jeans and I pulled them down to the floor.

  Before I knew it, we were rolling on top of each other, grasping, yanking, and pulling at each other’s bodies. I felt so alive, so fresh and clean. It was like I had re-entered a time from my youth, where all of the pleasurable sensations were mine for the taking, and where I could be as free and as sensual as I wanted. This surprised me, because I had previously envisioned a frigid woman, trapped inside the memories of her past, unable to find sexual enjoyment.

  Matthew’s hand slid down my panties, and slowly his fingers wound their way inside my wet hole. I cried out in ecstasy when he fingered me, the wet juice rolling down his fingers and over his hand. I hadn’t even masturbated in over a year, so the sensation was almost too much. I wanted him to make love to me so badly that it took all my effort not to scream. I ran my hand over his cock, now hard underneath his pants, and squeezed it.

  In a matter of minutes, he was on top of me, and I was whispering in his ear. His warm chest pressed on top of my body, and his hard cock slipped inside my waiting hole. He moved in and out with both precision and care, and I reached an orgasm far too quickly. I closed my eyes and held his body, feeling like a woman again for the first time in years. I didn’t want the feeling to end, but I knew that I would have to go home soon.

  Chapter 10

  Leaving Matthew’s house was difficult but I had to talk to Jake. He was wrong to have accused someone of being a murderer, and I wanted to tell him how I felt. I showed up at midnight, my face filled with ire. Matthew had been surprised at my abrupt departure, but I knew that I had to face Jake sooner or later. I was ready to pound on the door, but he answered before I could.

  “You lied!” I screamed at him, not caring if Sue or the kids heard. “You made up that entire story about Matthew, just so that you could try and swindle him out of his uncle’s inheritance.” I felt angry and possessive, even though Matthew and I had just met.

  “Whoa, Emma. Take it easy.” Jake backed up and then put his arms up in defense. “I’m only going by what I was told by the boys in Sun Valley, and they told me that the guy’s not innocent.” Jake stared at me with wide eyes, and I slowly backed up. Then I decided that it wasn’t even worth my time. I’d go back and ask Matthew for myself. I’d have to make my own decisions from here on out, anyway.

  Driving back home I realized that if Jake really was a liar, then the crumbling farm-house, and Ethan’s Sun Valley trip…all of these problems would still remain. I felt a sinking in my heart, and when I got inside my home, I closed the door and cried. What did it all have to be so complicated? I feel asleep and then tried to greet Ethan in the morning when he got home from Billy’s house, but he blew by me once again. Instead of getting mad, I simply drove off to Matthew’s.

  “Emma. What a surprise.” Matthew answered the door in a t-shirt and a pair of sweats. I threw my arms around his neck and he smiled. “This is a perfect way to start a morning.” He kissed me and then ran his hands over my face. “I’m so glad to see you, Emma.” We hugged and then I whispered in his ear.

  “Make love to me, Matthew. Make all the pain go away.” He took off my sweater and kissed my breasts, then led me into his bedroom. He ran his hands over my legs, and traced his fingers over my stomach. I moaned softly and then waited for him to climb on top of me. He yanked off his sweats and then felt around for my hole. Then he slowly pressed his cock inside my waiting bounty.

  I wrapped my hands around his waist and pulled him closer. Then I ran my fingers down his back and cried out with ecstasy as he made love to me even harder than the night before. He moved in and out of my hole and I cried out as my body worked up a sweat in rhythm with his. We felt like a unified force, the two of us rocking back and forth, combining our spirits and our flesh.

  I could feel the sensation welling up inside me and I called out his name. “Matthew, I’m coming. Oh, god. Yes!” I cried out and then the rippling sensations of pleasure exploded in my body. The most powerful orgasm of my life erupted between my legs and I fell back with exhaustion. Matthew ran hi
s hands over my face and smiled. “I haven’t felt so good in years, Matthew. But I need to tell you something.” I sat up and then stared in his eyes, pulling the sheets up to my chin.

  “What’s wrong, Emma?” Matthew looked confused. Instead of beating around the bush, I told him everything about Jake, about the story of the murders, and the information about his inheritances. He was shocked, but not surprised. I worried that he would tell me to leave, that he would think I was just out to get his money. But instead, he applauded me for my honesty.

  I drove home that night feeling both empowered and secure. I had met a man with whom I could see myself happy with, and he liked me in return. I was still poor, but I was honest. Jake would have his own demons to wrestle with, and Ethan would have to come to terms with Paul’s death over time. I took a deep breath and looked out my window as the horizon slowly dipped out of view. Then I rounded the corner to the old farm-house, and smiled at what might come.

  Spread Wide By The Well Endowed Cowboy

  By: Emily Sharpe

  Spread Wide by the Well Endowed Cowboy

  Emily Sharpe©, 2015 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads4U

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