Pikeman

by Kristen Kelly

  “I’m sorry, and I should have introduced us. My name is Sarah. This here is little Jacob. This here is Mary and my mother is Elizabeth. My mother doesn’t understand how desperate we’ve all become. We normally take care of each other, raise our children together, pray, raise barns and homes when needed. We believe in helping ourselves but…” Her eyes clouded with tears. “It’s just been so hard. So many…. So many lives. So many homes just… gone. I prayed about this…a lot. And God showed me to you.”

  I was completely taken aback at her words. I had no idea how to take what she meant, but suddenly selling my house to her seemed the right thing to do.

  Except for business purposes, Sarah came from a culture that mostly shut out off from the outside world. They didn’t have computers, phones, or even radios. I wondered how she heard about my house being up for sale. As if answering my unasked question she told me.

  “After the fire destroyed so many homes, a group of men approached the Elders. They said they wanted to help us rebuild, but there were just too many. We were already living in shelters, so they said they would buy us new homes to live in. New ones, says I! Why would you give us new ones? He said there was a fund set up for just that purpose, and the money came from a very rich man. Someone he’d actually never met. Can you imagine? A man giving out houses and no one ever heard of him? Part of me thought, this man must be an angel, but then I knew that wasn’t the way of the world. God wants us to suffer sometimes and He expects us to pay our debts, so how could I pay a debt to someone I never met? Although I had to admit, the offer was very tempting.”

  “It’s God’s law,” said Elizabeth kindly.

  “So then I started thinking. Why couldn’t we pay it back, and who cares if we know the identity of the man or not. We said we would do it as long as they charged us interest and the money went back into the fund. We wanted it used for other families just like ours.” Her face fell. “It wasn’t an easy decision and my husband and I asked God’s help in deciding what to do.”

  I didn’t understand what she meant, but I didn’t want to embarrass her by asking. I didn’t have to.

  “Jesus said, ‘take care and be on your guard against all covetousness, for one’s life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions,” said Elizabeth proudly.

  Sarah bit her bottom lip. She translated. “God’s law forbids us to have debt.”

  “Oh.” I didn’t know what to say, and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to know where the money was coming from, but something inside me jumped a little bit.

  I took a deep breath, my nerves jittery, hoping I wouldn’t offend Sarah or Elizabeth with the question I couldn’t help asking. “And you don’t know where the loan is coming from? I mean, it’s not really any of my business, and you certainly don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but…”

  “No, that’s all right,” said Sarah. “All we were told is the money comes from a man who fights fires. I guess it doesn’t really matter as long as he allows us to pay him back.”

  My heart squeezed inside my chest.

  “It’s true, we are blessed with this offer,” admitted the older woman. “But I still don’t like it. Are you sure we have permission to… ?”

  “I’ve already talked to the elders, mother,” Sarah said gently before she turned back to me with a grin.

  Elizabeth huffed and she and the little girl wandered about the room.

  Sarah whispered, “I sort of figured out who he is. I…. I kinda saw someone’s newspaper one day. I get these…feelings you could say.”

  “Feelings?”

  “Yeah, about people sometimes.”

  “And you know who he is?”

  “I think so. It’s that fireman. The one that was almost killed when the tree fell on top of him. It’s him we are beholding to. He’s set up charities to rebuild our homes. Since we couldn’t do such a thing, he made us an offer of a loan.”

  My mouth nearly dropped on the floor. One donor. I guess he’s got a lot of cash. It couldn’t be.

  Chapter TWENTY THREE

  Brock

  No one was more surprised than me when I got a phone call from Williams saying some pretty little brunette came to the fire house asking about me. “Petite figure with perky sweet tits?” I’d asked.

  “Uh huh.”

  “Gorgeous brown eyes with a beauty mark on her right cheek like Miss Kitty in Gunsmoke?”

  “Yup. Say, this isn’t the one that had you all pumped up like a oversexed school boy a few weeks back?”

  “How the hell do I know,” I lied.

  “By the way, I’m sorry about that.”

  “Why are you sorry?”

  “I know I gave you a hard time about her. I think I may have been wrong is all.”

  “Now you tell me.”

  “Let’s just say a woman who can bake like that can’t be all bad. She brought us brownies that fucking melted in my mouth. If you don’t want that sweet little thing, I think I’m in love.”

  “I thought you said she was too young for me.”

  “Well, I may have changed my mind.”

  “Oh really?”

  “You’re not telling me, you broke up with her on account of something I said?”

  “I can make stupid decisions all by myself, Williams so don’t give it another thought.”

  “Anyway, she seemed like a nice girl. Respectful. Intelligent. Kinda cute.”

  “Get your own, Williams.” I laughed. “Save any brownies for me?”

  “Not a chance. Anyway, she said she knew where to find you, so expect some company real soon.”

  “Will do, and thanks.”

  ***

  An hour and a half later, I was pouring a glass of sparkling dry wine at the cottage, when the door bell rang. Knowing it was her, my heart lurched inside my chest, and my throat tightened. What would I say to mend the damage I’d already done? Was her being here evidence that she’d given me another chance, or was there another reason for her visit? Like in the hospital that day. As I opened the door. I simply stared at her for a few minutes, my cock thickening inside my shorts. “You’re here,” I finally said.

  “I am.” She smiled and I smiled back, wanting to pull her into my arms, but not wanting to ruin the fantasy. I needed to find out why she’d come back, although the outfit she wore gave me a clue.

  The dress was positively sinful. A body-hugging grey number that hugged every one of her sexy curves. Add a set of black stilettos and I was a goner. She definitely had plans. I hoped they involved me, but it could have just been she was stopping here to either show me what I’d been stupid enough to throw away or … Or what?

  “Hi.”

  “Please, please.” I opened the door the rest of the way and maid a sweeping motion. As she swept past me, her hand brushed my leg and tiny sparks shot along my thigh, straight to where my brain had lost all its blood.

  She looked around the place as if she were cataloguing if anything had changed. I could have told her, not a thing. I didn’t sleep in the bed we’d fucked in, nor did I sit on the couch without a throw covering it up. I surprised myself by coming back here, but this was where my office was, my best computers, and all my legal papers. I had however, tucked the quilt out of sight.

  Everything seemed to be going in slow motion, the world suddenly stopped.

  “Mind if I sit?”

  Without waiting for an answer, she slinked by me. I caught the luscious fragrance of her perfume—lavender mixed with the musk of bare skin and fresh lace. I glanced down as she moved past hoping to see the lines of her undergarments but saw nothing.

  Did she have panties beneath that dress? Fuck, she didn’t. I knew she didn’t.

  By this time my cock was painfully hard. Did she know the affect she was having on me?

  She gave me a sly grin and then sat on the sofa. “I need to ask you something.”

  Whatever you want, baby. Just don’t leave me again. Ever.

  “What do you want to
know, baby girl?”

  She winced a little at that and I immediately wished I hadn’t said it. “Sorry. I know you don’t like that I call you…”

  “No, it’s all right.” Her smile lit up the room—and my heart.

  “Who are you, Brock Fitzgerald?”

  “I beg your pardon.”

  “You heard me. Who the hell are you?”

  Feeling a bit defensive all of a sudden, I scratched my head. This was not going well.

  She stared up at me like she was trying to figure me out. “I mean, I kind of knew you had a lot of money but…”

  “No. I don’t have a lot of money, per say. I mean, I do but…”

  “What the hell does that mean?” Her eyes flared. “Never mind. Did you buy my house?”

  I did a double take. “Um, I don’t know.”

  “What do you mean you don’t know?”

  “Just what I said. Listen, I don’t know what you’re so upset about, and I still don’t know why you visited me that day in the hospital but whatever it is… Wait. What’s the address?” She gave me the address and I had to admit, the place sounded familiar, but I still wasn’t sure. “Can’t be certain. I’ve been known to buy some properties sight unseen. It might help if you tell me what kind of house it is.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She blew out a breath and for a minute, I thought she was going to get up and leave.

  “No seriously. I’m really not certain. What does it look like?” She explained the cute little cottage with the peaked roof that looked like a doll house and then it hit me. Diego. She was the gal Diego was trying to date or did date. I still wasn’t sure. My throat constricted at the thought, and my hands formed into fists.

  “So, word around town is there’s this man who runs these charities to help people who have been in a fire. Is that you?”

  I only hesitated for a minute. I couldn’t lie, no matter how much I cherished my privacy. If I did, she would have known the truth anyway. Amy was no idiot. “Probably.”

  “So I need to know if this fund you run ,has something to do with my house.”

  “Was it in a fire?”

  “No.”

  “Well there’s your answer.” She gave me a skeptical look.

  “I assume you’re talking about the Sabine National Forest Fund?” I asked.

  “I guess so.”

  “If your house was never in a fire, why would you think… ?”

  “There was a mortgage on my house. I couldn’t pay it, and the bank was about to foreclose.”

  Garcia.

  “So I thought... Wait.” Her face softened, and tears filled her eyes.

  “Brock, did you buy my house? All on your own?”

  I shrugged. What else could I say?

  “Brock, why would you do that?”

  “Like you said, the bank was going to foreclose.”

  “And you didn’t know it was me?”

  “No. I guess I didn’t.”

  “For all you knew, I was a perfect stranger.”

  “Sweetheart, it’s not a big deal. It’s just money. I have to spend it somewhere. I do that sort of thing all the time.”

  “You do?”

  “Yeah. Does it bother you that I have a lot of money?”

  “I don’t know. Yes. No. I mean. I’m still trying to get my head around the whole thing.”

  I sat down beside her on the couch and leaned in. Damn, she smelled heavenly. Like sunshine in the middle of winter. I took her chin in my hand and looked into those pretty brown eyes while my thumb traced her jaw line. “I’m still me, baby. I honestly didn’t know it was your house. If I did I would…I don’t know. Maybe asked you first? But I didn’t…so here we are. You have your house and I still have too much money for one man to spend.”

  “Then you didn’t take it from some other charity?”

  Was she kidding me? Is that why she ran off? “You mean steal it?”

  “Um, well...” She looked down for half a second, her face flaming.

  “Of course I didn’t…steal it,” I said chuckling although neither of us found that funny. “Is that what you thought? Is that what that was all about at the hospital that day?”

  She nodded, looking helpless.

  “Oh Amy...”

  “I’m sorry. I should never have thought that about you. It’s not who you are. I should have known you would never do that but I was so upset after you broke up with me it was easy to believe the worst. Are you mad?”

  “Darling, I could never be mad at you.” I closed the gap between us, moved the hair from the side of her face. “Listen, most people don’t know about my money. They just think I’m this eccentric fireman with a loud mouth and I like it that way. If people knew they would treat me differently. It isn’t a huge deal. I simply have the means and other people…don’t. A no brainer on my part.”

  “Are you kidding? Brock, it’s a very big deal. You shell out thousands of dollars to complete strangers.”

  I wasn’t sure if she was angry, happy, or just plain shocked out of her shoes. But then she threw her arms around my neck and said, “That is the sweetest…most romantic thing I’ve ever heard a man do.” And then she kissed me, soft at first but then I pulled her in hard, crushing her tits against my chest.

  I devoured her lips with my mouth, my tongue, my everything. I’d forgotten how sweet she tasted, so youthful and ultra soft. Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths, getting to know each other all over again. Then I pulled her head back so I could kiss the rosy sweetness of her throat. I lapped the tiny pulse at the base of her neck while my other hand slid under that slinky dress of hers.

  Her skin was amazing. No moles or imperfections. And soft as fucking silk.

  I paused in my exploring. I knew it. No panties. No bra either!

  I growled, and my cock swelled further. Almost painfully. If I was this excited over a kiss and a little skin I needed to get inside her before coming all over my pants. “I’m going to fuck you, baby girl.” When she groaned there was no mistaking her arousal, and I knew she was mine.

  I nuzzled at her neck, forcing tiny goose bumps along her skin. “God, I’ve missed you.”

  “Me too.” Her breasts heaved forward, her scent swirling over my cock, the odor of her sex hitting me like a locomotive.

  The leather couch squealed as we fell onto it. My hand slid along her back, down to her hips, cupping her perfect ass. She groaned grinding against me.

  If I was hard before—I was fucking granite mow from the knowledge that I had this whole conversation with her while she wore nothing underneath. Seated beside me, her legs spread and her dress made a little tent. An invitation. “Oh baby.” Stretching my fingers so I could feel the soft curls between her legs, a little wetness slipped out, coating my finger in slick moist juices. “So fucking wet for me, baby girl. Always so fucking wet.”

  “Mm Hmm.” She gasped when one finger slipped inside her, then two. I grazed her sex with my thumb, making her breath hitch, and rolled the blunt of it roughly across that sweet little bundle of nerves between her legs. “Oh!”. Her hips tilted—she rose slightly off the couch and leaned back. A slow smile spread across her lips as I looked down at her.

  “No panties,” I said. “Such a bad, bad girl.”

  She giggled. “You should punish me for sure.”

  “I will,” and with one quick movement that caught her by surprise, I pulled her over my knee, pushed up her skirt and slapped her ass hard. To my surprise I hardened instantaneously.

  “Hey!”

  “You asked for it,” I said laughing.

  She wriggled he belly against my legs. “I think I like this position. I can feel your cock.”

  Have mercy!

  I growled. “Great view from where I’m seated too, but it I don’t get inside you soon, I just may combust right here.” Hot air rumbled in my throat.

  “Mmmm. I like the sound of that.”

  “Do you now?”

  “
Uh huh.”

  She wriggled and I nearly did explode just looking at her ass. Perfection. I could have looked at it all day. Or taken a picture and got myself off whenever I was feeling the need. Yup. I was a dirty old man, but lucky for me she seemed to like that side of my personality.

  “I think he wants to come out and play.” Sliding off my lap and onto the couch, she loosened my belt buckle, unzipped my pants and Mr. Happy bounced free of his confinement.

  Bending forward, she licked the glistening tip. “God, you’re so big.” She looked at me and smiled. “So what’s a bad girl like me supposed to do with a nice cock like this?” She licked me again while gazing up with a look of pure deviltry.

  “Do you need lessons, little girl?”

  “Lessons?” She’d already discarded the dress, and was wearing nylons and a garter.

  My balls tightened painfully. The tiny g-string, black bra, and dark fuck me heels nearly did me in.

  God, she looked decadent.

  She bounced up and down on the couch, eyes big and happy, those beautiful tits jiggling for my pleasure. “Yes. Please.”

  I knew she wanted to suck me off by the way she was staring at my dick, the way she fondled me from hilt to weeping tip, but I was too far gone for that. I would have come in seconds. I wanted to see her. See her nipples harden to fresh points, feel the vibration as they bounced freely above my face. And I wanted to see that lovely ecstatic look upon her face as she came with me inside her.

  “Take off the rest,” I said, “… and bring that sweet pussy over here.”

  One strap slipped off a shoulder and then the other. Then, with a single snap it was off and flying across the room. She cupped her breasts, rubbing a thumb along each nipple while throwing her head back and moaning. Next came the garters. Placing a foot gingerly on my thigh, she rolled down the nylons one by one as my hands followed their lead. Then she placed them on the couch. Almost totally nude, she turned her back to me and took off the garter, showing me her perfect ass while she slid her hands all along her body.

  My cock jolted, leaking down the length of me with hard sizzling spurts. I was so ready. So fucking ready, I wanted to scream from the rafters, ‘This woman is mine and to hell with what the world thinks about it.’