UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1)

by Klide, Jessika

  He sits there watching me, then he commands me. "Siri, look at me." I can't stop myself. I obey looking into his gorgeous green eyes, then I remember the time before when I tried to figure out what he meant when he said he had been dreaming about me. What he actually meant didn't matter, the words were beautiful. Same thing here. He was concerned. It doesn't matter about who or what. The concern is what matters. I smile at him. He smiles back. "Some of us are assholes."

  What? I bust out laughing! I wasn't expecting that!

  He smirks then repeats himself. "Not all men are bastards, Siri. Some of us are assholes."

  I chuckle, as I shake my head. "Are you telling me you're an asshole?"

  "Affirmative."

  I laugh, again out loud. "Present company excluded then." He laughs too. The sound is like music to my ears. My heart melts into a puddle and it runs down to my pussy making me wet. Damn, he is a fine, fucking feast. I realize in that moment that Aurei IS my Fucking Fantasy. I can't question that. There is no doubt. "So … Aurelius, the asshole … when are you going to take me for a ride in your bad ass, man truck?"

  "Right now!" He pats the seat. "Come on!"

  I walk around the front in the headlights, and with a habit from Vegas to block the camera flashes, I swing my hair to shield my face. Rounding the side, I swing my hair back and see him leaning over with his hand on the door as it pops open for me. The interior lights bath his sun kissed halo and hand. My Golden God! I climb up, wiggling in the seat, getting comfortable. "Where to?"

  "I only want a ride to the front door." I cut my feisty eyes at him.

  "Trickery of the worse kind." He laughs.

  "Something like that."

  He turns to look at me and I stare into his face. The cab of the truck is dark again, but the dash lights illuminate his features enough to tell that he is studying me. "So I was right. You knew it wasn't a hot date, and I knew it wasn't a hot date, but he didn't know it wasn't a hot date."

  My face falls. Really? We are going to revisit him? "Something like that."

  His tone changes and it has an edge to it. "Did he drop you off at the gate?"

  "No. I took a taxi home. Why are you so concerned?"

  "I'm trying to figure out if I need to kick his ass for you or not."

  Oh! You aren't sure if he hurt me or not. I smirk. "That won't be necessary."

  "Or if I need to help you bury him."

  I laugh at that. "That won't be necessary either."

  He puts the truck in drive and we move forward, but he only creeps along. "So, where was the hot date that was not?"

  "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

  "Try me."

  "No really. Seriously. You wouldn't believe me."

  "Try me."

  "Let's just say, it was not only private, but secluded with some … interesting friends."

  "And? I know there is more to it than that. You took a taxi home at 2 AM."

  "There was. It wasn't actually a cocktail party. It was actually a cock and tail sex party."

  "Ah, two very different things."

  "Yes. Two very different things."

  "Are you sure you're ok?"

  "Positive. I can handle myself."

  "I never doubted that for a moment, but that doesn't always mean you come out of it ok."

  I stare at him. That was a very sensitive thing to say. "I'm ok. Really. He knew I wouldn't have gone if I had known what kind of party it really was." I look out the window. "I'm not an easy piece of tail."

  "No. You most certainly are not an easy piece of tail and you aren't that kind of girl either."

  "How could you possibly know that about me?" I roll my eyes and throw my head back. "We barely know each other."

  "You really want to know?"

  "Yes, I do."

  "Don't ask if you don't really want to know."

  "Yes, really. I want to know how you think you know that much about me."

  "I don't want to get on your wrong side, Siri. I don't want you to call me an asshole then.…"

  I laugh at the reminder. "But aren't you an asshole? You said so yourself."

  "Well, I've been called that a lot of times. But I want you to know, I'm not really an asshole in the true sense of the word. I just speak the truth and it's my unfiltered honesty that gets me called asshole. Which is fine, I don't mind the label, but it has always been followed by a slamming door, which was fine then too. But not with you. I don't want you to call me an asshole and leave in anger. I want you to get to know me without jumping to the wrong conclusion. I want you to get to know me well enough that you decide rationally, not emotionally, about who I really am. I want you to give me … us, a real chance."

  Fuck! I'm floored by his statement. I'm floored by his confession. I'm floored by his honesty. I'm fucking floored that I almost did exactly that!

  "So, don't ask the question, if you don't want an honest answer. You might not like what you hear from me, but you can always believe it."

  I twist to face him in the seat putting my leg on it. My dress slides up. My pussy is an inch from the hem. "You know I value honesty. So … let's get one thing straight, Aurelius. I'm not a liar, and I don't tolerate liars in my life. Honesty, even brutal honesty, is better than any flowery, fluffy lie."

  He stops the truck so he can turn and face me too. "Let's do get this one thing straight. I'm not a liar either and I don't tolerate them either, but I give it to you straight line, not curved." His eyes drop to where my pussy is, hovering on the edge.

  "Well!" I huff. He looks back up, and my eyes flash attitude, sassy, feisty, flirty. "I'm glad we got that out in the open. We have asshole defined as answering a question with such brutal honesty that it will cause me to freak enough that I will want to flee, but that I shouldn't because I should value this unique delivery method called straight line, not curved. Is that right? Asshole?"

  He looks at me for several moments and I manage to keep a straight face, but then a grin bursts out and I giggle. He grins back, chuckling and turns his attention to the road, creeping the truck forward again. "Siri, from the first time I laid eyes on you, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."

  "Your honesty is refreshing. And I like that straight line." He smiles that beautiful smile and my heart sings. "Me either. But that doesn't answer the question. How could you possibility know I'm not that kind of girl and not an easy piece of tail? How do you think you know me well enough to know that about me? Aren't you assuming too much here, Asshole?"

  He shakes his head. "You've just asked me three questions. Let me answer these before you ask anymore. I don't jump to conclusions. I'm not assuming anything. I know you better than you think I do."

  "Ok. Shoot. I'm all ears."

  "First answer. I have a buddy coming in for some additional flight training. I was asked to go ahead and rent a place. I stopped by Dogwood Court last Friday checking it out. I saw you coming out of Building A. I watched you walk across the parking lot. I couldn't believe it. There you were." He glances over at me.

  My face shows my surprise. I'm stunned at this news. "So, the first time you saw me, wasn't Sunday morning?"

  He blinks and hesitates. "No, it wasn't. Back to my answer, I watched you walk across the parking lot. I couldn't take my eyes off you like earlier tonight. You are simply stunning." He gives me his wink and my pussy flip flops and the butterflies shoot straight down. Damn! That wink is killer.

  "I went into the office and asked if there was a vacancy in Building A. Lucy scheduled Mrs. Smith to show me the apartment on Sunday morning. But I asked her about you before I left that day." He wags his finger. "You fly boy. You no good. You leave her alone. She lady. She sweet. She work. She home alone. She good girl. She no party girl. You leave alone."

  I can't help but laugh, especially after the cold shoulder she gave him at the elevator.

  He laughs too. "That's how I knew you weren't that kind of girl. Lucy told me."

  "I can't believe she
said that to you. She could have scared you off. She is all about the money."

  "Well, I had already paid the nonrefundable deposit before she answered."

  "Aurei, I want you to give me … us, a real chance too. I want you to get to know me without jumping to the wrong conclusion about the kind of person I really am."

  He looks at me without judgment.

  "Lucy isn't 100% right. I am sweet. I do work. I am home alone, but I'm a bad girl and I'm a party girl. My dress is proof of that."

  "I'm not finished answering the questions you asked. Listen carefully to me. Here is a classic example of straight line, Siri. Are you ready? Promise you won't get angry and flee?"

  I frown distracted from my intended erotic entertainer revelation by his question. "I promise. Give it to me straight line."

  "Second answer. When you got into your car that Friday, you bent over the same way you did tonight. Only tonight you meant to flash me, but didn't. Then, you didn't mean to flash me, but did." He grins. "You weren't wearing any underwear." The crinkle is back at his eyes.

  "Holy fuck!" I blurt out, shocked then I laugh. "That is straight line, not curved."

  "Affirmative."

  "Now, I'm really confused. That's an answer to my questions? Most men would think I was both that kind of girl and an easy piece of tail, just from that view alone not to mention this dress, but you say in all honesty, that you don't?"

  "Affirmative. A panty-less pussy doesn't mean you are 'that kind' of girl. It just means you don't wear panties. Which I find extremely appealing, by the way." His eyes fall down to my pussy again.

  Fuck! My tongue goes to the corner of my mouth, and my pussy starts to tingle.

  "And I would never think that your particular piece of tail was easy, especially after seeing you in that dress tonight." He raises his eyes back to my face.

  "Don't you mean, you would think I am an easy piece of tail because of my dress?"

  "No, I say exactly what I mean. Straight line. Not curved." He pulls into a parking spot and turns the truck off.

  "Well, that's opposite of what most men would say."

  "I understand that. And I want you to understand that about me too. I'm not most men. It's not that I know you well enough, it's that I don't jump to the normal conclusions about people. I think differently. I think for myself." He puts his arm on the center console and turns to face me.

  "You're an honest asshole. Most men are lying bastards."

  "Exactly." He reaches over and puts my hair behind my ear so he can see my face, then puts his hand under my chin, and turns my eyes to his. "It's a beautiful dress and you look stunning in it."

  I melt completely with that simple gesture. "Aurei?"

  "Yes Siri?"

  "Just for the record, I prefer honesty over flattery any day of the week. And I'll take straight line, not curved too. If I ask if my ass looks big, it's because I want to know if my ass looks big." I wink at him.

  His face looks so sweet and sincere. "Stay right there. I'm going to come open the door for you." He gets out, but before he closes his door, he says. "And just for the record, your ass is perfect." As he walks in the headlights, I see his blonde halo swaying gently with each step. Umm. Umm. Umm. He is purty.

  When he opens my door for me, he offers his hand, to help me step down like a gentleman. The warmth of his touch gives me that little thrill. He pulls me out of the seat but doesn't back away so that my body slides down his to the ground. "If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

  I laugh, rolling my eyes. "Really? That's so totally not original." I tease him, poking him in the chest. It's firm, thick muscle. My body tingles all over being this close to him. I lay my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat.

  His voice drops an octave. "Siri, I've been waiting since I was a little boy and heard that line the first time for just the right girl to say it too. You are that girl."

  My heart flips with his words. "You're in for a real treat then." I lean down, take my shoes off, and hand them to him to hold, then push him back. I dig my phone out of my purse and tell the voice command to play it. When it starts, I pick my feet up in the delicate steps of the Hawaiian hula, hips rolling, arms flowing, expressing the words to the song. "If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" Then I form a halo for his head but push my forefingers up through my own hair forming horns, letting him know he may be an angel, but I'm a devil and I will treat him like that tonight. His whole face lights up starting with his eyes then spreading to his beautiful mouth as I dance, introducing him to the real me. We can talk all night or not, I express in the dance. The song is perfect for the conversation we just had. Ask me what it is you truly want to know! "If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" I move my hands up and down my body letting him know that I desire him and I would most definitely hold it against him. He watches me dance the whole song and his hungry expression haunts his face. When it ends, I turn my back and shimmy shake Hawaiian style. "Bellamy Brothers, baby." Dropping my phone back in my purse, I twirl around to face him, laughing because I know he won't ever hear the song the same way again and I reach for my shoes, but he holds them, not relinquishing them.

  He takes my hand in his, sliding his fingers between mine like he did when he kissed me. The cinching movement is subtle but so sexy. Shivers run up my arm, and my body is flooded with his magnetism. He leans over, putting his mouth next to my ear and whispers in it. "You do have a beautiful body."

  I close my eyes and inhale deeply. His scent is intoxicating. You smell so fucking good. "Yes." I answer softly as my knees get weak, losing the laughter to passion.

  "Yes?" He whispers on my neck as he inhales my scent deeply. My whole body goes into turn-on over drive.

  "Yes, I will hold it against you."

  He puts his fingers under my chin, lifts my face to his and places his lips on mine. Like before, his lips are soft, but firm. He doesn't stick his tongue in my mouth, instead he runs it along the bottom of my teeth, tasting me, teasing me. Our breath mingles making my pussy tingle. I want Moore. He lets me go gently, but keeps my shoes in his hand. He gets his cooler from the back of his truck and my eyes fall to his ass. That is a perfect fucking muscle. My palm starts to tingle. I fully intend to feel and squeeze it later. When he stands up, he walks in front of me, and squats down. "Hop on."

  I laugh, put my purse over my head and shoulder, push it to the back, and mount him piggy back style, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He hooks them with his arm and moves toward our building. The feel of his muscular body moving under me, between my thighs with my pussy hanging just over that perfect fucking muscle sends my mind racing as fast as my heart is beating. Oh my Golden God! You ooze sex. Your face, your body, your hair, your smile, the tone of your voice, your scent, your kiss, your ass, you are perfect! I purr as I bury my face in his back enjoying the feel and smell of him. Then I start to giggle.

  "What's so funny?"

  I pull myself up to his neck. "My panty-less ass is hanging out of my dress." He stops immediately, puts his hand back there and feels my bare skin under my skirt as I drop my legs to stand back up, giggling. "Not very lady like." As he turns around grinning, I pull it down and stick my hand out. "My shoes, please."

  He drops the cooler, reaches out, scooping me off my feet instead. "Oh!" I say as he cradles me in his arms, abandoning the cooler. I laugh, putting my arms around his neck again. "Is this necessary?"

  "No, but you wanted a ride to the front door."

  "Ah, trickery of the worse kind." His profile is so handsome, smiling and laughing with me. "What about the cooler?"

  "What about it?"

  "Are you going to leave it there?" I ask staring over his shoulder.

  "Affirmative."

  "That's army talk for yep." I giggle.

  He looks down on my cradled body in his arms. "You are stunning, Siri. Simply stunning."

  "Fl
attery will get you everywhere!"

  "Ah, how far will honesty take me then?"

  "I have to think about that. It's such a novel concept."

  "Till the end of time?"

  "But time will never end."

  He sets me down at the door. "That's the whole idea." Sweet Zeus! Try not to swoon, Siri. He hands my shoes to me and steadies me as I lean on him, slipping them on with one hand. When I stand upright on my stilettos, he releases my arm, but slides his hand down to my hand, cinching my fingers in that sensual move. He opens the door for me. "My Lady." It sounds like a statement. I walk through, pulling him with me.

  The elevator doors are open and waiting. We walk across the lobby with my heels clicking on the floor, echoing in the late night emptiness. "Our Chariot of the Gods awaits us. Let us ascend to Cloud 9, Aurelius." Laughing together, we enter the elevator. He steps forward and pushes 9. My eyes drop to his terrific ass, as my mouth waters and the hand he holds tingles terribly. As the doors close, he simply steps back to stand next to me. Side by side, we stare straight ahead. As the elevator moves up, the electricity immediately builds. His body radiates heat, making every inch of my skin come alive. The tingling in my hand spreads like liquid fire over me. He doesn't move. He stands there still and silent. I can feel my breast swelling, spilling over the top of my open heart with every breath I take, wanting him to touch them, remembering the earlier elevator ride and his seduction. I know his rock hard body is flawless. I lay my head back, closing my eyes, trying to breathe. I tighten my tummy, squeezing my pussy. Breathe! I can see his perfect lips behind my closed eyelids. I want to kiss them so bad it hurts. Breathe!

  "I would rather take you to heaven."

  Holy fuck! I'm speechless with that thought. Then, I realize I can feel his breath on my face and I slowly open my eyes to find him standing only inches in front of me, leaning his forearm on the wall behind me while the other still holds mine cinched tight. He is watching me struggle to breathe. When I look into his emerald green eyes, he draws closer, pinning me down but not touching me. He is seducing me again … and so successfully! Every inch of my being is turned on. I want him! I want him to touch me. Anywhere! Everywhere!