by Jeny Stone
Hannah stepped over boxes searching as she went to the far end of the attic. She worked her way to one of the windows, curious if anyone in the attic would be able to see her cottage. More to the point, she wanted to see if anyone could see her in her yard. It was a creepy thought but she hadn’t had a yard to worry about before now. The roof of her cottage was all that was visible thanks to the trees. She tried to imagine the view after the leaves fell off the branches.
She had seen this view before. It felt so familiar. Oh shit, she was staring into one of Louise’s paintings. She squinted looking for the lay of the land. Vegetation had over a hundred years to camouflage the area but it was there. This view was her favorite painting. Louise had painted this view in autumn. It embraced you with sadness as if the trees wept the leaves from the stark limbs.
Not hearing movement, Garret went to check on Hannah. He found her standing in front of one of the windows. Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed his approach. Oh, how he wanted that woman. No, he wanted sex after months of a consuming work load. She was just conveniently here.
“Are you going to help or just stand there staring out the window?” She jumped at the sound of his voice. He expected her to yell at him. Instead, when she turned her face beamed with a smile.
“This view is one of the paintings. The trees have grown but it’s the same shape of the landscape. You can barely see the church steeple now, but it’s in the painting.” Hannah made a path to look out another window.
He followed after glancing out the window. Hannah’s ass was a much better view as she climbed over all the discarded crap stored up here. If the views distracted her from being pissed at him then he had just as well pretend to be interested. Whether or not this was the painting he didn’t know or care. He brought the paintings to Pops but he hadn’t really looked at them.
“This view is winter. The single set of foot prints in the snow. They disappear over that hill. I wonder if your grandfather recognized the location.”
God, she was beautiful even in this low light. Her face beamed from her discovery and her voice rang with excitement.
“Why would she paint the surrounding landscapes? Why didn’t anyone recognize them?” The questions were a ploy to watch her lips move when she answered. Her luscious lips that he would soon taste, feel, and loose himself consuming.
“No one around here even saw the paintings. She sold the pictures before she told anyone what they meant. The view is from a higher elevation so you would need to see it from up here. They must have spent a lot of time up here for her to paint it from memory.”
“That’s good news. It’s a sign you haven’t completely fulfilled the curse. Out of respect for my forefathers I will sacrifice my body and be your boy-toy to free you of your obligations.” She stopped her progression, to yet another view, to shoot him a disapproving glare.
This little excavation through the stacks of boxes needed to end quickly. His cutesy retorts were lowering her defenses. Her mind was set. She wasn’t going to like him no matter what. “Do you have your cell phone on you? Take pictures from all the windows so we can compare them to the paintings.”
She sounded so cute barking out orders. “Yes Ma’am. Is there anything else I can do for you? My new goal in life is to set you free of the curse perpetrated on your family by mine. Just say the word and I’ll strip and give you whatever you want or need.” He stood at attention and saluted. He received a smile for his antics.
Her obsession with the paintings had outweighed her distrust of Garret. Her defenses were falling with every second she spent in this frigging attic. His soldier stance accentuated every sexy ounce of his manliness. She imagined him in uniform, no fatigues. Yes, he was definitely a fatigues man, hands on, ready for action. “Sorry…Would you please take pictures so we can show Pops?” She dipped her words in a syrupy sweetness continuing her search for the elusive painting before she put her hands all over him.
Garret obliged her request. Taking the last shot out the window he turned and stumped his toe on a mother fucking chair leg. He hopped on one foot cursing under his breath. His hand reached to steady himself knocking over a box. Shit, behind the box was the portrait. The pain in his toe was forgotten as he moved more boxes to unearth the portrait. He laughed out loud. This expedition was well worth his broken little toe.
“Hannah, I found the portrait. You’ve got to see this.” Her expression when she saw it was what he wanted to see. Her flashlight led her to where he stood. He pointed his light on her face. Her widened eyes full of shock and disbelief fixated on the illumination of her flashlight.
She froze, overwhelmed in a shockwave of surprise. Her gaze encompassed the full effect of the portrait. Her lips parted, pursed, relaxed as her brain tried to form words that had vacated her vocabulary.
“Oh …” was the only syllable she found available. The four by three foot painting Garret held in one hand was remarkably life-like. She half-way expected the full figured images to speak or move. Louise and Grant stood pressed together from the waist down. Louise’s head was thrown back and her curls hung feely to the curvature of her hips. The flickering light tricked you into seeing the curls bounce. Louise’s fingers, bent with whitened knuckles, dug into Grant’s tightened bicep. Grant gazed at her with his hand under her knee, lifted to his waist. His arm was wrapped around her arched back with his hand tightly grasping her waist. The muscle tension and the indented flesh from each other’s touch were perfectly obvious. Their skin glistened, moistened with a heated shower of perspiration
A swelling of pride filled her to bursting proportions gazing upon a masterpiece of her great grandmother’s talent. A part of her wanted to share the magnificent piece of artwork with the world. It was most definitely a show stopper. Another part of her, and she knew without a doubt the part that was going to win, wanted to hide the painting in a never to be found secret location.
Her great grandmother had painted a sensual depiction of herself and Grant having sex. They were both naked, granted tastefully portrayed, but still naked. Thanks to Louise’s extraordinary talent, it was evident they were in the grip of a passionate conclusion. Unfortunately, and extremely disturbingly, Louise Abernathy and Grant Presley were absolutely identical to Hannah and Garret
She inhaled sharply. Her eyes widened overfilled with shock. He expected her to crumble to the floor in a dead faint, until a scarlet glow stained her cheeks quickly spreading over her skin. Her embarrassment was too intense to pass up teasing her.
“Is that all you can say? Remind you of anyone?”
A nervous giggle tickled her throat. She was fixated on the image unable to move her gaze. “Remind me to thank your family for not displaying this on the Presley wall of pride.”
Garret boisterously laughed knowing when his mother saw this painting the roof of the house would be blown away. But he wasn’t about to share that fact with Hannah.
“Damn even the tits are the same.”
Her shoulders drooped as she glared her disapproval. “There’s no way you can remember what my tits looked like. Look at the veins on his neck… the glaze in his eyes and tell me what’s happening in that picture. I swear… I feel naked just looking at it. I can’t face your family. Have they all seen this?”
She must only hand talk when she was overly emotional. Her hands were flying in all directions. He kept expecting her to knock herself out with the flashlight.
“I don’t know but they will when I bring it downstairs. They all know its Louise and not you. You’ve got to admit you had one hot great grandma.”
“But everyone is going to wonder if I really look like that.” Both her hands pointed at the portrait, repeatedly.
Hannah knew Louise couldn’t have painted a more accurate image of her if she had posed for it in person. Her body responded to the image ignoring the horrific embarrassment. She felt the painting in a disturbingly arousing wave.
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell them you do. How does this feel
?” Garret trickled his fingers over the naked image of Louise. She rolled her eyes shaking her head. A hint of a grin tugged at the corner of her mouth.
She cocked her hand on her waist. “And how would you explain how you know I look like that? You do realize you’re on there too.” Why wasn’t he as embarrassed as her?
He leaned his head to take another look at the portrait. “I look damn good. All the time I spent at the gym has paid off. What are you willing to do to get this picture? I could hang it in my office. Oh wait, I could donate it to a museum. I know an Irish bar that would love to display this over the bar. Think of the pride your friends would feel, knowing the great granddaughter of a famous artist.”
Wrestling with her conviction to preserve the past, Hannah knew in her soul she would burn that painting before it hung anywhere in public view.
“Would you quit molesting the picture? That’s my great grandmother.” His playfulness bombarded her defenses. Her handsome stranger had returned with a sense of humor to boot. Resisting that man wasn’t in the cards for her. Whatever hold he had on her was knotted tightly and quite possibly attached to her heart. Allowing her heart to get involved would be a fatal mistake on her part. She knew it in her soul but she assured herself she could and would control her emotions. It was her body that ran amuck whenever she saw or even thought about him.
Leaning the picture on the nearest stack of boxes, Garret walked to stand beside Hannah. He rested his arm around her shoulder.
“That painting is bringing back some memories.” She laughed softly shaking her head. They both stared at the painting. “How does it feel to be a porn star?”
Boy had it ever brought back memories. Hannah tore her gaze from the painting to look at Garret. His eyes danced amusingly. A live version of the erotic man in the portrait stood beside her, touching her.
“Technically, I think it would be considered soft porn. But we will refer to it as art. I’m stunned. I know that’s not us but…” At least, his relentless teasing took the edge off her mortified embarrassment.
“It’s like looking in a mirror, isn’t it?” His voice softened hinting of his appreciation of the magnificent piece of artwork. All his teasing aside, that portrait held a private memory he would never share with the outside world. The uncanny resemblance made the portrait personal … private.
“Yet, I can’t help feeling pride in her talent. It’s so realistic and their eyes portray their emotions. You can feel what they are feeling …or doing…just by looking at the painting.” Damn it, her body wanted desperately to feel what they were doing. That one night wasn’t able to satisfy her forever.
Stepping in front of her he blocked her view of the painting. He tilted her head with both hands gently grazing her face. “I’ll make sure you get the painting.”
Her eyes welcomed him. He had to taste her inviting lips. His lips fell eagerly on hers. Her supple lips cautiously parted. Heat stirred in his groin with the sweetness of her mouth titillating his palate. Her tender body surrendered into his. Her protective forearms planted on his chest stretched to wrap around his neck. Gently, gathering her in his arms their bodies touched, awakening to a delicious memory. Damn, she felt better than he remembered.
His warm breath, his moist lips, and the gentleness of his touch, swept her into his arms. Any reservations she had melted away as his softly demanding kiss ignited a raging yearning inside her. It felt so natural to be in his arms, like she belonged there.
He raised his lips from hers. Their foreheads touched. His body ached for this woman and she was finally in his arms. His hands pressed down her back to her firm hips. She slithered against him following the path of his hands.
“We should have done this sooner. You made me work too hard little lady. How are you going to make it up to me?”
She breathed in his breath. Her body was inundated with desires feeling the heat of his. “I thought you would have found me before now… as desperate as you were to have the painting.”
He whispered into her mouth. “I was swamped at work but I had eyes on you. That is until you disappeared. I would have found you next week when you made your strawberry delivery.”
She softly laughed. “Oh, you met Sadie. Delightful isn’t she? Were you looking for me or the paintings?”
“Both.” He brushed his lips over hers. “You shouldn’t have left the hotel in the middle of the night.”
She was helplessly locked in his mesmerizing gaze. “It was morning. I thought you would be relieved.” He grinned with the same hungry gleam in his eyes she had seen the first night they met. She now knew he wanted her with the same urgency she wanted him.
“I wanted to be relieved…again… but you weren’t there.”
There wasn’t a chance she could resist him even if she wanted too, and she didn’t. She dreamed about being back in his arms. Now, here she was back in his arms. The where and why were irrelevant with only now as an important issue. Her body cried out to feel the intimacy he would provide.
“I’m here now.”
Yes she was, as his dick had already heatedly pointed out. He feasted on her mouth moving to the smooth line of her neck. He knew from her soft moan and the roll of her back, her neck was a panty wetter. Her dress unzipped easily exposing the curvature of her back to his touch. Her velvety soft skin trembled under his fingertips. He had to have her. His hands filled with her round firm hips pulling her into him. His eyes drank thirstily from the desire in hers.
“If I clear off that table are you going to disappear again?”
He could throw her on the filthy floor if he wanted as long as he wanted her. “How about if I help?”
He breathed deeply sucking in enough control to release his hold. With a swipe of his arm the few small boxes on the table were cleared. He pulled off his shirt using it as a dust rag on the table.
“All done.” He declared pulling a condom out of his pocket before dropping his shorts to his ankles. With the cravings of an addict he had to have his fix, just enough of a taste to hold off his amassable need. That would come later when they had the privacy to fulfill all his body’s demands.
Hannah’s dress fell to the floor with the vision of him in all his naked glory burning through her body. All the months of waiting washed over her. A tingling building between her legs spiraled up her spine. She was hot, wet and craving in a primal way. “I certainly hope not.”
Watching her slip her panties down her smooth thighs was so damn sexy. Her eyes had started fucking him before they touched and they were doing a damn good job. She was his for the taking. As soon as she stepped out of her panties his hands encased her waist. She laughed as he swung her around and sat her on the table.
“Ssshhh, we have to be quite. I don’t want to be interrupted.” The attic had plenty of insulation to muffle any noise but the possibility of being caught would add to the stimulation.
Her kiss was as hungry as his. Her hands and arms greedily touched his body sending a frenzy of need to his pulsating dick. His swollen shaft felt what she wanted and was damn determined to give it to her. He leaned her back with his body pressing her onto the table. He pinned her arms to her side before her touch coaxed his dick to slam into her. His control would be better without the added distraction.
His lips and, oh my God, his hot flickering tongue tasted her lips, face and neck. The soft sensation set her flesh on fire and traveled through her body on flames of desire. From her neck to her breast he flooded her senses before going lower. Her muscles tightened and quivered, sending shivers through her veins.
He knelt at the end of the table. His tongue slipped in between her womanly folds and her legs widened to accept the blissful tremors. He grasped the back of her thighs and pushed her legs as far as they would bend toward her body. His gaze watched her as he worked his magic. She clutched the sides of the table as a rippling wave of ecstasy electrified every nerve in her body. He purposefully pushed her over the edge into an orgasm. She moaned as her body
quaked with spasms from the release of the torturous delight.
He stood rolling on the condom. He had missed tasting the warm nectar her body produced and the arousal it produced. Her eyes begged for more sending his dick into overdrive. If it swelled any tighter it would burst wide open. Leaning over her he recaptured her smiling lips. He brought her with him as he rose. Her back, sides and hips quivered under his touch as his hands glided over them.
He held her firm hips with her legs wrapped around him. The heat emanating from her body beckoned him to satisfy his need. He slid inside her warm moist tunnel as a shudder of pure lustful pleasure consumed his muscles. Holding her hips tightly against him he paused to relish the blissful sensations. His pulsating manhood fought for control and won, sending his mind into oblivion.
He thrust into her with her fingers digging into his back. Her sensual moans drove him harder. She was unbelievably hot, tight and wet. Every thrust felt better than the last. She buried her mouth in his chest to silent her ecstatic scream as she trembled in ecstasy. He exploded blissfully, pressed deep inside her. His knees shook from the much needed release. He held her in his arms to remain on his feet. With some of his tension unknotted from his muscles he reveled the moment. She had felt, smelled, and tasted deliciously inviting. He had to have more, much more.
When he was able to regain his senses he kissed her before releasing her from his arms. He removed the overfilled condom tying off the end. No wonder his balls had ached. They had been clogged with months of waiting for her. A piece of a newspaper used for packing conveniently lay on the floor. He wrapped the paper around the condom to dispose of later.
Hannah sat on the edge of the table fascinated by his every move. Garret picked her dress and panties off the floor. He shook them both before handing them to her. She hoped it was to shake off the dust and not spiders. She hopped off the table then stepped into her panties watching him pull on his shorts. As she slid her dress over her head he helped her pull it down. Turning her around, he zipped the back of her dress as she held her hair off her neck.