UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1)

by Klide, Jessika

  It will feel good to be a Diva again. Cat was right. I lovingly step into my Black & Blue Baby, then lean over so my boobs fall forward, pull the specially designed bodice in place and close the miniature quick snap on the collar. When I straighten up everything settles into place perfectly.

  The diamond shaped bodice has a tight choker style collar of super soft black leather. There are no sleeves and no back. It is made of a special blend of spandex and micro fiber in indigo blue and contains a large heart shaped hole cut in the bosom. The top point of the heart lays at the top of my cleavage, flat against my breast bone. It then goes up and out, rounds inward, barely missing my nipples and ending in a point at the bottom of my cleavage. Hidden in the lining are push-up pads which keep my breasts plump in the heart hole and on full display. A heavy black braid forms a bigger heart around the rest of the bodice. It starts at the top of the open heart, but the sides of this heart go down the outside of my tits, hugging them and also serving to keep everything in place while I maneuver on the pole. The sides move inward above my waist, traveling down below my navel, and finishing in a point at my hidden Lovers Heart.

  I hear Cat's training voice. No one is immune to the sexual arousal tits stir within. No one! The dress was designed so that when I strut, my DD's jiggle with a grace all their own. Like an ocean wave, the eyes are spell bound. They can't look away.

  The super short, super soft, black leather skirt also forms the shape of a heart both in the front and in the back. The heart point in the front starts where the black heavy braid ends. It arches up over my hips, then around to the back, where it hugs my full, firm ass like a glove. Laying on the tops of my butt cheeks, the top point of the heart in the rear sits at the crack of my ass. The hem line, in the front and back, is cut at an angle so that only half of a bottom point is made, but the impression is of another heart shape. From the back, the only fabric you see is what is covering my ass. The cut, the lay, and the design makes the fabric move when I strut in my stiletto's with each cheek rolling, like a heart beating.

  The whole dress is a fucking work of art! Instantly, I feel like the million dollar baby I am. The final touch is my black leather stilettos. Which I slip into, then roll up in a classic stripper move. And I'm feeling good!

  As Surreal, I always wear my thick hair down with massive big curls, streaked with blue and black hair paint, and laced with gold. It's very dramatic, very fly! To conceal my face and protect my identity, I wear a belly dancer veil and full mardi gras mask. But tonight, I'll wear my hair up, in a simple French twist. I dig around the dresser for my invisible clip. Starting at the nape of my neck, I form the simple knot then tuck the ends in and secure it. When I look in the mirror, it hangs softly. Now, to pull out a few, small, long strands around the nape and … wha la, an air of elegance while remaining cool and sexy.

  Now the only problem is a handbag. A heavy strap will interfere with my cleavage, but I'm not going off with TD without protection. I wonder if I brought my black leather Gucci. It has an extra-long, thin strap, I can lay along the heavy braid and keep my cleavage open or it can double as a clutch. I find it packed in one of the emergency suitcases. When I open it, I discover there is $1000 in a money clip from the last time I carried it. Now for my info mini clutch, which contains my driver's license and a couple of credit cards. I drop it in and check the time on my phone. It's 9:00. Perfect timing.

  I sit on the bed and reach under my pillow. And last but not least; I pull out my Ruger LCR, check the bullets in the chamber, make sure it is secure and drop it in. Brutus, you would be so proud of me for remembering.

  Walking into the kitchen, I lay the purse down on the counter. Taking my phone, I walk to the balcony to watch for TD. I quickly text Cat. *Tell Brutus I want him on that May 1st flight coming to pick me up. I miss the big ole boy.*

  I quickly scan the parking lot. Now to wait for TD, get some good karma for doing this, and move forward with my pursuit of happiness and the Golden God. I feel the vibration of a text. *He's already on the flight manifest. :-)* I smile as I step to the railing and drink in the evening air. The Raptor hasn't moved. I wonder if Moore is having friends over for dinner. He had enough food for several people. Maybe I'll pretend to be locked out tonight and knock on his door when I come back.

  At exactly 9:15, I see TD's car enter the lot. I close the French doors and lock up. "Show time!" Grabbing my purse, I stuff my phone in it then lock the door behind me and drop in the key. Walking down the hallway to the elevator, I strut with all the sass I feel, all dressed up again. Boobs bouncing. Ass beating. I focus on 9G and try to will Moore to come out. I want to see you! I want you to see me!

  At the elevator, I push the down button. It dings and the doors slide open almost immediately. Entering, I realize the gun is just a little too heavy to carry in my hand. I don't want to drop it. I pull the strap free and hang it over my head and shoulder as I move to the back corner. The weight of the gun makes it hang nice. I roll my shoulder around testing it. That's good.

  As the doors start to slide closed on their own, my eyes focus on the shrinking gap and my mind flashes to the views of Moore I've had through them. Our special connection emphasized there. I want to see him… now. Right on cue, a golden hand slides in, stopping their progress.

  Fuck yeah! My heart flip flops, skips a couple of beats, then races to my throat, choking off my air. The butterflies return, circling, making every part of me tingle. Instantly, I'm turned on.

  His hand rests on the door as they stop and reverse their path. Now that's a real man's hand. His fingers are strong and nimble. His nails are clean and neatly cut.

  As the doors open, I smile and silently mouth. "Sweet Zeus, Father of the Fucking Gods, Thank You." And when the gap is big enough for his frame to squeeze through, the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on slides in with his back to me, pulling his phone out of his front pants pocket and typing something with one hand, while holding a cooler, probably full of beer, in the other.

  Tonight he is dressed in another J Crew shirt, short sleeves, loosely buttoned, with tight, white pants. The shirt is dark purple and his skin tone is warm against it. His hair reflects soft gold tints in the elevator light. Even the hair on his arms reflects gold highlights.

  I smirk. He doesn't see me! He is seriously preoccupied with his phone. No one was in the hallway when he came out of his apartment and the elevator was standing open. He thinks he is alone. I grin as I watch him push the phone back in his pants pocket, then the L button on the elevator panel. As the doors close, I inhale deeply through my nose trying to be as quiet as a mouse. Yum! I close my eyes and they roll back into my head. Old Spice cologne and his musk! He smells like heaven itself!

  The elevator starts its descent and he takes a step back as he sets the cooler down almost on my foot. I try to move it inconspicuously, but his eyes dart to the movement. When he sees my stilettos, his eyebrows raise and a slow, sexy smile spreads across his face.

  I melt.

  In slow motion, he turns, and his gaze crawls up my legs taking in every curve.

  I tingle where they touch.

  As he looks up my dancer legs, his expression changes from playful to hungry.

  I am not breathing.

  When he gets to the hem of my dress, he pauses as if he knows I'm naked under it.

  I'm pinned to the wall.

  His eyes linger at my pussy.

  My clit throbs.

  His gaze moves upward again. He enjoys my cleavage.

  My heart pounds in my chest.

  He examines my tits, taking in every detail.

  I gulp a breath of air. My chest expands. The edges of my nipples flash him.

  His thunder ripples across his face.

  My chest heaves.

  He watches it rise and fall.

  I am quivering.

  His eyes continue up my neck.

  I am hot.

  He studies my lips.

  I lick them.

 
; His emerald green, gorgeous eyes thunder into mine.

  I am trembling inside.

  He steps over the cooler and invades my space.

  I am powerless to resist him.

  His body heat floods the air.

  I am on fire.

  His breath caresses my face.

  I nearly swoon.

  He smells my hair. A low throat moan escapes him.

  I tingle.

  He looks back into my eyes. His thunder is there, raw, unguarded.

  I turn my face away.

  He puts his arms against the wall, encompassing me within his essence. "Hi."

  I lick my lips again.

  "Look at me."

  I lift my face.

  He smiles.

  My eyes fall to his lips.

  "Giorno e notte sogno solo di te."

  I bite my lip hard.

  The smile falls from his face. I sense his thunder lying just beneath the surface.

  I feel … wild!

  The elevator slows, then dings and comes to a stop on the 5th floor. As the doors slide open, he moans.

  "Oh…." We hear a surprised voice as someone enters the elevator.

  Moore drops his arms, then turns to stand next to me, politely facing front. We both stare straight ahead. A middle aged man has entered but his wife has not. She takes one look at me gulping air, finally able to breathe, then looks at Moore. Her eyes fall to his groin and she reaches out for her husband's arm. "Go ahead. We will wait for the next one." The man grunts as she pulls him back out.

  When the elevator starts down, I wait, wanting Moore to resume his seduction, but he doesn't. He stands firm beside me. "I guess you are going out tonight?"

  "How could you tell?" My flirty tone is sweet and sassy.

  He chuckles still staring forward. "With someone … special?"

  "No. Apparently, you're going out tonight with someone else."

  He grins and turns to face me, resting his shoulder on the wall.

  I grin and turn my face to him. "Are you going out with someone … special?"

  He laughs. "No. I'm going alone to a Hail and Farewell on post. I don't know where the special someone in my life is going." He winks at me. "Where are you going?"

  I laugh. "To a cocktail party with a colleague from my temp job. He had a last minute cancellation yesterday and I agreed to go with him so he wouldn't have to back out."

  "So, a hot date?"

  "No. Not a hot date!"

  He closes the distance. His body heat hits me. "You sure look hot."

  I look away as a flush falls over my skin. You make me hot!

  He leans his head down and whispers in my ear. "You really look hot!" He runs his fingers down my arm. My skin feels scorched from his heat as goose bumps pop out. He smiles knowing his seduction is working.

  The elevator dings and comes to a stop. As the doors slide open onto the lobby, he bows slightly and gestures. "After you, my lady."

  I turn barely controlled wild eyes to him. "I am hot! Really hot." I wink at him as I exit. Time to do a little seduction of my own. Strutting my stuff across the lobby floor with the full swagger of a $1,000,000 Vegas star in her signature diva dress, I work it! Try taking your eyes off this! Half way across, he lets out a long, low whistle. I laugh softly at his reaction. Moore, you are a rascal.

  I continue all the way to the exit doors before I glance back to see if he followed or not. He is still standing in the door of the elevator, blocking it, relaxed, watching me. Fuck yeah, you look like a Golden God standing there so comfortable, enjoying the view, not the least bit intimated, in complete control of yourself and knowing you are capable of completely controlling me too. Damn straight. A real man!

  I stand expectantly at the door, waiting patiently, and give him a beautiful, sweet smile. He responds with his big beautiful smile, picks up his cooler and walks to me. I'm struck by how comfortable he is in his own skin. He doesn't exude confidence exactly, it's really something more. More like competence.

  When he reaches me, he sticks out his hand. "It's time to formally introduce ourselves, Miss Wright." I slip mine into his. He allows my whole hand to slide into his deep grasp, engulfing it. He pulls me to him, making me take a step forward and invade his space. My passion flows with the touch of his skin and the closeness of his body, only the public lobby keeps it under control. He squeezes my hand, making me quiver. "Aurei Moore."

  "Ari? Short for…?"

  He smiles his sexy half smile. "Aurelius."

  "Of course." I say as if it's quite common to meet a man named Aurelius in Alabama. Aurelius. The last great Roman Emperor was Marcus Aurelius. My Latin is rusty, but Aureus is an adjective meaning "golden." I smirk. Yes, I knew you were Golden and a God of a man. My eyes twinkle. Aurelius fits you perfectly!

  "And your name, Miss Wright?"

  "Siri."

  "Siri?" He hums deep within his throat. "Interesting. Spelled?"

  I cock my head narrowing my eyes questioning his response, but I answer. "S. I. R. I."

  "Of course." He says using the same voice inflection as his eyes twinkle too, making me giggle instead of asking why he asked how I spell it. "Your name means beautiful woman who leads us to victory."

  "Why … yes, it does." I grin surprised. "And Aurelius's Latin translation is Aureus meaning golden."

  "Affirmative. That's Army talk for yep." He releases my hand and opens the door for me.

  I giggle at his definition as I walk through the doorway.

  He holds the door open for a couple of ladies going in. They tell him. "Thank you." And he answers. "Yes Ma'am."

  Standing outside, I wait for him to join me. Aurelius. When he walks up, I smile at him. "Aurelius." I hum deep within my throat. "Interesting. Ari is spelled A.R.I. or A.U.R.E.I?"

  He grins surprised. "A.U.R.E.I." Then he winks at me. "Good call, Siri." That wink is killer!

  The night security lights are bright, illuminating the area as if it were a cloudy day. We stroll to the parking lot together, chatting. He walks close enough to me that his sleeve brushes my arm. I bump him, wanting to touch him any way I can. "So, you have resigned from the Army?"

  "Yes, I gave them six good years, but I'm not a lifer."

  "Do you think you will miss it?"

  "No." He gives me a super sexy smile. "Not now. Now, La vita è bella." He translates immediately. "Life is beautiful. I'm feeling good, really good, about the decision to get out and hang around here now. I'm looking forward to a new life."

  I smile back. "I know how you feel!" I look out in the parking lot, as I add casually bumping him again. "Life feels pretty fucking fantastic, right now."

  He chuckles. "Yes, it does."

  "Do you think you will miss flying?"

  "No, I have my private pilot's license."

  "Oh that's dope! Maybe you can take me for a flight sometime?"

  At the curb, I step off, but he pauses. "I think that soaring with you is definitely going to happen." I squeeze my pussy and my jaw jets out as I suck my lips. DEF! That is definitely going to happen. Coming alongside me, his smirk turns into a blatant grin and mine matches it, as we let the innuendo tease the air.

  When we step past the car parked in the first visitor spot, Aurei looks down the row and sees something that makes him stiffen, almost imperceptibly, but I notice it, so I lay my hand on his arm as I peek behind his back to see what it was that caused his reaction. It was TD. He is parked about 7 cars away, casually smoking a cigarette, sitting on the trunk of his Porsche. He is wearing really distressed jeans with a pale blue Christian D'or shirt and loafers. He has his long, white blonde hair French braided in a ponytail. He glances at us, thumps the cigarette into the parking lot and mouths "Sup" with a head nod, but he completely ignores us as he pulls another cigarette out of his pocket.

  I roll my eyes. "Good Gawd! French braided hair? Really?"

  Aurei chuckles. "You do have a hot date." He tells me as we walk to his Raptor.

 
; "He thinks he's hot."

  "That's not what I meant. There is no way that guy thinks you two are NOT on a hot date."

  We arrive at the Raptor. "He would have asked any female, but he doesn't know anyone else."

  Aurei raises his eyebrows and gives me a skeptical 'yeah right' look. "I believe you, but … mark my words, he's thinking he has a hot date with you."

  I laugh at his expression. "I'm a big girl. I can handle the likes of him. He knows it's only a favor."

  "Are you sure he knows that?"

  "I made it clear we are not on a date."

  "Crystal?"

  "Yes. Crystal clear. I only agreed because he was so pitiful and Karma has been very good to me. I need to pay her a small token of appreciation."

  "You are such an interesting find, Wild Thang. A one of a kind."

  I smirk at his nickname. "Yes. I won't deny I am unique."

  He chuckles as he leans over the side of the truck with the cooler. "And so modest too."

  "If it's true, you can say it, right?" My eyes fall to the view of his perfect fucking muscle displayed before me. Um, um, um. My hand tingles with an urge to caress it. It is full, round, tight, powerful. Thoughts of his fucking muscle in action stir my pent-up passion and in the privacy of the parking lot, it comes to the surface. My pussy lurches, my heart starts to pound, my breathing get shallow and I bite my lip as I run my palms over my hips to ease the sensation.

  "That's affirmative." He looks over his shoulder at me.

  I lift my eyes from his ass. My face has lost its playful flirting. You are the man of my dreams, Aurelius Moore.

  He sets the cooler down in the truck bed, then moves to stand territorially between me and TD. He walks up until his shirt touches my breasts. His eyes crinkle.

  I close my eyes as my tingling palms spread to tingling tits. I hear words whispered so softly that I'm not sure if it's him or my own thoughts. "It's true. Say it!" He is so close I can smell him without inhaling. His scent is intoxicating. My nipples tighten and elongate, trying to touch him. My insides are quivering.

  "Look at me." His commanding tone makes me open my eyes and I find him smiling down at me. He whispers. "La donna dei miei sogni!" Being this close to his moving lips, my eyes can't resist them. They are truly exquisite. Incredibly beautiful moving to form his whispers. I catch glimpses of his tongue behind his teeth. I like his lips. I would like his lips on my lips.