Paint Me Curious Red [Curious 2] (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Silke Ming

  “Are you buying Summer another car for her birthday?”

  “Very astute, Millie. She needs a car for the winter roads. She took mine this morning.”

  “What did you get her?”

  “Something that would grip the snowy roads! She can’t drive the Audi when the weather is bad.”

  “You’re a good boy, Seamus. Sometimes I wish you were my son.”

  “I care for you, too, Millie.”

  “She’ll be excited when she sees it,” said the older woman. “I would like to be there to see her face.”

  “Unfortunately you won’t see her reaction, because I am driving out tomorrow night to give it to her as a surprise. If she should call, you won’t breathe a word to her.”

  “You have my word.”

  When they reached the car dealership, Millie parked her pickup truck and they went inside to see the new car. He was approached by the same saleswoman who had fawned all over him when he bought the Audi. Millie’s stern face soon had her going in the other direction.

  “What do you think?” he asked her.

  “It’s her favorite color,” said Millie, running her fingers along the vehicle.

  “I’m glad you’ve learned to appreciate her,” said Millie, walking around and inspecting other vehicles in the showroom. “I want you to marry her. Don’t let her slip away. I know the hardships of life, and I don’t want to see the two of you drop into any of these pitfalls.”

  He put his arm around her and kissed her on the cheek.

  “Millie, you’re like the mother I never had.”

  “I look on you as a son,” she said. “Don’t make me emotional. Can I go now?”

  “Yes, I’ll be home pretty soon.”

  “Should I make you some lunch or are you going to eat here?”

  “I don’t know, but don’t worry about me.” He took a seat in front of the salesman.

  Millie had left and he had forgotten to interrogate her regarding her birthday gift. He had no idea what he should get her. Perhaps a vacation trip to Florida? She probably wouldn’t want to go alone. Money? Much too impersonal! A piece of jewelry! That would be the best thing. With the help of the jewelry store assistant, he bought his housekeeper a double-strand of cultured pearls. She was an ardent churchgoer, and he knew she would appreciate them. All gift wrapped, he set out to find two cards.

  With his purchases in hand, he set out for home. Millie met him at the door.

  “Now that is a car!” she said, staring at the beautiful bottle-green vehicle. “I would pay anything to see her face.”

  “Millie, you can take Thursday off. Summer told me that it’s your birthday, and I want you to stay at home and enjoy yourself. It wouldn’t make sense coming in anyway, because I won’t be here.”

  “Since you put it that way, I guess I don’t have a choice.”

  “Don’t be offended. You know exactly what I mean, Millie.”

  His next call was to Summer. She had arrived safely in Sloane and was in her room. It was not a hotel room, but a home which the university used for out-of-town guests. On the pretense of sending her flowers for her birthday, he got the name and address of the home where she was staying.

  “Are you sure you’re going to be there when they arrive? I insist that you be there, because there is something quite valuable I’m sending along with the flowers.”

  “Why can’t it wait until I return home?”

  “Because I want you to have it on your birthday. Not before and not after.”

  “Did you remember to get Millie a gift?”

  “I did.”

  “What did you buy her?”

  “A double-strand of cultured pearls.”

  “I’m sure she would like that.”

  * * * *

  “Millie, I was thinking that since I am leaving tomorrow afternoon, you might as well take the day off also.”

  “So you are giving me two full days off?”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank you, Seamus.”

  “Before you go, I want to talk to you.”

  Millie’s heart started to pound. Had she done something wrong? Did he find out something about her which she hadn’t revealed to him?

  At three thirty, she called to let him know she was leaving. He came down the stairs with a shopping bag in his hand.

  “Well, Millie, you have been a great help to me and to Summer. You have pushed me around and I didn’t fire you, even though I felt like it sometimes.”

  “So what are you trying to tell me now?” she asked, feeling a little insecure.

  She felt extremely nervous and was afraid it showed.

  “Happy Birthday, Millie. That’s from both of us. I hope you like it.”

  “Thank you,” she replied, relief registering on her face. “May I open it?”

  “It’s not yet your birthday, but if you want to, just go ahead and open it.”

  She opened her present and just stared at the box, then stared at Seamus.

  “They are beautiful,” she said, lifting them with two callused fingers. “Thank you, Seamus. Please thank Summer for me.”

  He watched as Millie slowly made her way to her truck. She sat behind the wheel for about five minutes before turning on the ignition. Seamus watched as she seemed to wipe a tear away. Perhaps this was the best birthday gift she had received in a long time. He watched the car as she reversed down the driveway and was soon out of sight. A few minutes later, he heard the roar of an engine, and realized she was back. What had she forgotten? He opened the door and saw the reason why she had returned.

  “I found the note in the mailbox, so I picked up the letter for you.”

  He took the letter from her and stared at it. It was from his lawyer. He ripped it open, read it, and put it in his pocket.

  “Thanks very much, Millie.”

  “See you on Friday then,” she called out, putting the truck into reverse and barrelling backward down the driveway.

  * * * *

  He left a voice mail on Summer’s phone. He had an unexpected appointment, which he would tell her about, but he would only be able to talk to her around seven thirty in the evening. At five o’clock he set out for Whitney. It was bitterly cold and he hoped he would make it to Sloane without any difficulty. He stopped at a flower shop in Whitney and bought a bouquet of red roses and a large red bow. One more stop, and he bought a bottle of honey, before starting out on his surprise visit to Sloane. He arrived in the little town around six forty and immediately called Summer’s number. She said the flowers hadn’t yet arrived, and she would call him the moment the delivery person left. Driving into the courtyard, he stepped out into the cold night air and could see his breath, rising upward like curls of smoke. There were three buildings in the wooded compound, each one set quite a distance from the other. He climbed back into the vehicle and drove to each building until he found the correct number. He parked the car under a tree, fixed the red bow to the steering wheel, and then climbed the steps to the three-story colonial home.

  Handing his card to the receptionist, he then introduced himself. A smile crossed her face which meant she knew who he was.

  “I’ll let Mrs. Knight know you are on your way up,” she said.

  “Please don’t tell her. It’s her birthday and I want to surprise her.”

  “She’s on the third floor. Turn to the left when you leave the elevator. Have a nice evening, Mr. Balsam.”

  He knocked and heard footsteps hurrying to the door.

  “Happy birthday,” he said, passing her the bouquet of flowers.

  “Seamus, what are you doing here?” she asked, clinging to him.

  “You know I wouldn’t allow you to spend your birthday alone,” he replied with a passionate kiss.

  “Uhhh!” she cried, hugging him.

  “I’m here to take you to dinner. I have some very important things to discuss with you.”

  “Then I should get dressed. This sounds serious.”

  “Wher
e can we have a nice dinner? Any ideas?”

  “Absolutely none, but we can ask the receptionist.”

  “Dress warmly,” he said. “It’s dreadfully cold out there.”

  The receptionist recommended a seafood and steak restaurant, and made reservations for them.

  “Where is the Audi?” she asked.

  “At home.”

  “So how did you get here?” she asked, following him to the green SUV.

  “Happy Birthday,” he said, watching her expression. “This is an expression of my love for you.”

  She saw the huge red bow when he opened the door.

  “Is this mine?”

  “It’s difficult with only one four-wheel-drive vehicle, especially in the winter. Millie took me down to the dealership yesterday afternoon to pick it up.”

  “Come here,” she said, beckoning him with her finger.

  She pulled him to her and her lips covered his, and her tongue worked its way into his mouth.

  “I missed you last night,” she said. “I will thank you for this beautiful gift when we get back here.”

  “That’s what I hoped you would say. Do you want to test-drive it?” he asked.

  “No, I want to be driven,” she said.

  “Don’t say things like that right now.” He growled, pulling her closer. “Can you feel the excitement growing?”

  “I can,” she said as his hardness bore through her thick winter coat.

  Chapter Sixteen

  With only a last-minute reservation, they were forced to wait a short while before they eventually got a table, but they passed the time away like two long lost lovers meeting again after many years, still giddy with love. They held hands and they laughed together. By the time they were seated, she was fully aroused. Overwhelmed by sweet seduction and her closeness to him, Summer felt the passion burning inside her body. In addition, the two drinks she had consumed had already gone to her head. She wanted him and he wanted her. The birthday celebration was important, but more importantly, there was something he wanted to tell her, something so important it made him nervous. Would she say yes to him or would she turn him down and break his heart? He had travelled for two and a half hours to be with her and to share his latest news.

  They stared lovingly at each other as they dined, his hand roaming across her knee, and the need she felt to feel it farther up her thighs.

  “That was delicious,” she said. “I want something sinful for dessert.”

  “Good idea! I want something with lots and lots of whipped cream,” he replied, his tongue circling his bottom lip.

  The waiter placed the decadent desserts in front of them, and Seamus stared at his.

  “You said you wanted lots of whipped cream. Why are you staring at it?”

  He looked up at her, his eyes swollen with lust.

  “Do you really want to know?” he asked, holding her gaze.

  “Of course I want to know.”

  “I was thinking how much I would love to eat this off your pussy.” His face did not bear a smile and his words were turning her on even more.

  “Hurry up and eat your dessert so that we can go,” he urged.

  They stood up to go, but her knees were weak and she could feel the moisture between her thighs. Her nipples hardened as the cold night air kissed her face, and she clung to him as they hurried to the vehicle.

  “Would you like to drive now?” he asked.

  “I don’t think I can do that,” she replied.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t trust myself to do it,” she replied.

  “You didn’t have that much to drink.”

  “That’s true, but what I did drink has totally gone to my head.”

  “I like the sound of that,” he said, opening the door and letting her in.

  He reached over and kissed her passionately. Their tongues tangled and they both moaned, erotic sounds. After a couple moments, he turned on the ignition and they drove off.

  “How do I look?” she asked as he parked the car. “When I pass through the reception area, I want to look my best.”

  “You look fine,” he said, turning his head to look at her. “I can’t wait, Miss Knight, because I have quite a night planned for us.”

  They were giggling when they passed through the little reception area, and the receptionist on duty looked up and smiled.

  “Happy Birthday, Mrs. Knight,” she said. “I wish we had known it was your birthday. We would’ve had a cake and celebrated with you.”

  “Thank you,” said Summer. “That’s very thoughtful of you. Have a good evening.”

  “Why didn’t you tell her we were going to have our own private celebration?” Seamus asked, once they were in the elevator.

  “She would’ve been shocked,” Summer said, laughing.

  Inside the apartment, Seamus looked around. In his hurry to take her to dinner, he didn’t have the chance.

  “These are really nice accommodations,” he said. “Are we alone on the floor?”

  “I haven’t seen anyone else since I arrived. Perhaps there are other guests on the lower floors, but I’m not sure.”

  “It feels as if you left such a long time ago,” he said, standing before her and gazing into her eyes. “I really missed you.”

  He held her and kissed her tenderly on the nose then ran his tongue along the curve of her lips. His lips covered hers, and he forced his tongue roughly between her lips, parting them. Feeling the warmth of his tongue, she sucked it in eagerly and hungrily, as his hands wandered over body, touching her and feeling her. Gently pushing her backward, he guided her against the wall and his tongue again sought refuge between her lips and deep inside her mouth. Pinned against the wall with no way of escaping, he rubbed his hardness back and forth across her pelvic area. His erection was lodged between her thighs and she moved against it, grinding herself soulfully against it.

  “I missed you,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I missed you, too.”

  Lifting her blouse, he found her two hard peaks begging to be touched. He circled one nipple with his forefinger and thumb, while his lips found the other.

  He groaned, his eyes fastened on her breasts. “I want you wild tonight.”

  She was aroused and slowly drowning in pleasure. She felt the wetness between her legs as he leisurely ground himself against her. The pulsing and the wetness between her thighs was evident when his hand wandered under her skirt and tenderly fondled her clit.

  “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Open your legs,” he said, lifting her thigh over his arm and setting her off balance.

  As he fondled her clitoris, she fell into a dazed state, her body moving in sync with his.

  “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his voice heavily infused with lust.

  She closed her eyes and lazily opened them again.

  “Let’s get you undressed,” he said, as she limped along behind him wearing only one shoe.

  She stared at her face and clothing in the mirror. She was totally dishevelled. He dropped his clothing to the floor then slowly removed hers, leaving them in a pool at her feet.

  “So beautiful,” he said, as he attached his lips to one nipple.

  Pushing her gently to the bed, he sat beside her, his erection pointing upward to his face. He took it in his hand, shamelessly stroking it and groaning with pleasure. Her eyes glued to his masterpiece, she suddenly had the desire to touch it and to feel it, and she covered his hand with hers. She followed his pumping motion, drawing it to its full length.

  “Yes, play with it,” he said, running his finger up and down her wet cleft.

  The sweet smell of lust permeated the enclosed space, and the air was filled with their moans and groans. His eyes were fastened on her fingers as they caressed the crown of his penis, bringing a drop of his warm liquid to the crown. Without warning, she bent her head and her tongue flicked quickly across the tip,
and she pulled it into her warm mouth. Their eyes met in the mirror and he gazed at her as she took his long shaft deep inside her mouth. Withdrawing it, she rubbed it around her lips before pulling it inside again, sucking greedily on it. He writhed, and his hips arched to meet her mouth.

  “Oh, Summer,” he cried out. “Do that again.”

  She teased and tantalized him, and the erotic scene sent storms of passion gushing through his body. He lifted himself above her and worked his way back into her mouth, slowly and deliberately. Pulling it out again, he rubbed it around her lips, and with one vigorous thrust, his shaft disappeared again between her lips. He moved it to the roof of her mouth and pounded it back and forth, while she sought to pull him in even farther, forming deep hollows in her cheeks.

  “Yes! Yes!” he called out breathlessly. “You are bewitching me.”

  She felt his cock growing even thicker as her lips surrounded it. He showed her no mercy as his spurts came fast and furious, and she could feel his thick semen flowing down her throat. His shaft continued to throb while she pulled every last drop out of him. His body gave one last jerk, and she knew she had milked him of every drop of his warm juices.

  “That was delicious,” he said as soon as he had regained his composure.

  Overwhelmed by the storm of passion raging inside her and the pulsing between her legs, she spread her legs wide for him. He ran his finger around on her clit, and carnal cries erupted from deep down in her throat. She surrendered her body to him! Positioning himself between her legs, he moved both thumbs around her swollen clit. Her body jerked and she raised herself to her elbows and stared at him in the mirror. It was sweet torture. Such torture that it reduced her to begging!

  “Did you get my text message?” he asked.

  “What text message?” she asked, letting out a torturous groan.

  “I just sent you a text.”

  “No,” she murmured, staring down at him.

  “Should I send it again?”

  “Yes! Yes!” she said, as his thumbs continued to torment her.

  “Did you get it?” he asked again, sliding a finger inside her.

  “No, what did it say?” It was a case of mindless ecstasy.