She stands and that’s when I notice her barely-there fringed blue jeans shorts and crop top. She was attracted to Steel, it was written all over her face. I couldn’t deny she’s every man’s wet dream, but Steel is acting as if she doesn’t exist, only to further her frustration, which is interesting.
“I’ll take this week.” Jules says. “There are you happy?”
“Not really.” And crosses the room towards me. “We’re already here.”
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when she approaches once more, phone in hand. “Fine, let’s organize, what’s your number?” A wave of unease crosses Steel’s face, as she fails to keep her distance, her large breast only inches away. He towers over her, and once Steel’s gaze finally lands on hers, she lit up.
“Nick, give her your number.” I quickly reveal my number and watch as Jules turns and marches off. After a few moments I approach Mr. Moody and whisper.
“When’s the wedding?” He turns, cutting a frustrated look straight through me. The simmering rage isn’t over this young girl. Something is lurking in the shadows and he doesn’t have the decency to tell me.
“We’re leaving, lock the door behind you.”
“Don’t worry.” She steps into view. “I don’t want another covert operation to storm in guns-a-blazin.” I couldn’t suppress the low chuckle, as Steel’s grip on my arm tightens and when we approach the car. His palms land on the hood, his head falls.
“I’m sorry.” He says, yet appears to do battle within. “Can we go somewhere?” He gazes over my way, seeing the pain in his features.
“Of course, where?”
“Home?”
The engine rolled to life as thunder rumbled and roared in the distance the dark clouds where approaching as we made our way up the mountain to his house, his solitude, his safe place.
The tires spit gravel as we approach with speed down the long driveway leading to his home nestled in the woods. I could see the distress in his eyes, or something brewing. His phone rang and as he exited the car, he answered. Then walked around opening my door, purely focused on the conversation, as I climbed down the bulky SUV, his hand was there to catch me. Our gaze locked, and warning bells began to chime.
Clutching his phone tighter, I watch him pace like a caged animal. I stood by helplessly listening to his one-word answers, his voice, monochromatic dark and shaded, variations of his tone were curt. Moments later he disconnected the call.
“Come on.” He reaches for my hand and leads me up the stairs, and onto the porch as he unlocks the door, disengages the alarms. I could hear Whiskey whining, prompting Steel to give whiskey a pat on the head as we enter.
“You want to tell me what that was all about?” Compelling me to ask the questions he obviously didn’t want to answer. “Be straight with me, Steel.”
He reaches in the refrigerator, pulls out two bottles of beer and opens both. Nerves replace curiosity when he asks me to sit, then hands me a beer.
“I will, but I can’t explain it now. Not until I have more information.”
“I’m FBI…”
He cuts in. “That’s the problem.”
“So, you’re telling me I can’t help, because I’m FBI, that doesn’t make sense.”
“I’m telling you, I’m protecting you, protecting us by not telling you.” He closes in, lifts my chin. “Can you please trust me? I know it’s a lot to ask.”
“How do I separate who I am from what I do, I’m FBI through and through.”
“And that’s why I need time to gather information before you can help.”
“Is it illegal?”
“I’ve done nothing illegal, I can promise you that.” It was no use, he was not going to share this new development until he’s ready. And it’s pissing me off.
“You are head strong.” I say.
“You should have seen me when I was young and invincible.” I crack a smile, but it’s far from genuine. And for the first time in a long time, I let it go, for now.
He reaches for my beer and places it side by side with his. “Thank you.”
The rain hit the windows in little patters as the wind gusted and wailed through the house. And after a huge clap of thunder the electricity went out, leaving us in utter darkness.
“I’ll make a fire.” As my eyes adjust to the dim light he brings over several candles. Even in the dark I could see worry lining his face. I light the candles as he expertly builds the fire with speed and fluency. Catching a glimmer of apprehension, before he gazes back my way. It made me look at him in a whole new light, a place he seldom allows himself to go, a place where fear lived.
Through the flicker of flames, we sat in silence, I edged closer to him, leaning into him seeking the familiar connection. He had the ability to make me forget everything but him. I didn’t know what to say, or even if words were needed.
His palm gently placed on my check urging me to meet his gaze. His smoldering eyes drew me in. His processive gaze drops to my mouth, his lips brush over mine, then they’re gone, only to find his gaze searching, with growing interest as my lips part under his heated stare. His approach is slow and sensual his lips reach mine. Startled by his sweet intimate kiss, he teases my lips apart, his tongue searching then finding its place as we tasted the rising heat generated between us.
His fingers entwined in my hair gripping the long silken strands, until my hair was a tousled mess. His hold increasing, taking command as he devours my mouth. Preparing me for the type of love making to come. His onslaught of raw physical desire clearly displayed, warning me of his reckless savage lust would be unlike anything I’d experienced before.
Guiding me, tugging my hair now wrapped around his fist, exposing my neck as sensual kisses slid down my neck, tampering with my sanity. “Christ you’re sexy.” His gravelly words uttered against my flesh triggering a powerful pulse between my legs. His tongue leaving wet tracks in their wake, his breath hot but land cool against my moist skin. His full lips break away only to find my mouth again. I felt suspended somewhere between heaven and earth, that was the moment he sneaked into my heart.
As the passionate tide rolled in I consider this next step, and what it means for us. I shudder, his hot gaze focusing into my eyes, down to my lips. Heat radiates between us. If he was seeking to elude his demons through me, there was a problem.
“I don’t want to be just a distraction, Steel.”
“You act as if that’s a bad thing.” He caught my gaze and held it. “You’ve been distracting me since the very first day I met you.” A low chuckle vibrates deep in his chest. “I’m here, ready to give myself, emotionally, physically, I only need to know if you are.”
Was I? My body obviously liked what it saw, his primitive maleness calling my feminine desires until I was purring beneath his touch. The man seated across from me was my perfect match in countless ways I wanted to explore every nuance with him.
I stood, as his gaze follows. “Coming?” He was quick on his feet as he reaches for my hand his fingers gently close over mine guiding me down the long hall. He steps into the room, as I follow. The storm had passed yet the darkness remained, leaving only the moonlight spilling in from the windows lined against the far wall, streaked with drops of rain.
The energy floating between us was tangible, tiny electric charges ignited with every touch. He covered my mouth with his full lips, they softened, his tongue a gentle persuasion begging for entrance, I open eagerly. His greedy mouth took bold control as his hands thread through my hair, his head twisted frantically changing the angle when he pleased.
Heart stopping pleasure so intense I could hardly breathe, I Inhale an unsteady breath as he drags his mouth from mine. My body was trembling so much he must have noticed as his arms closed tightly around me.
“Are you sure about this, Nichole?” His voice dark and alluring. As his gaze finds mine, questioning, searching for any sign telling him to stop. But he wouldn’t find one, how could I explain the thick hot air
drifting off him causing vibrating anticipation, my body quivering before we’ve even begun.
“Yes, I’m sure”
He reaches for his T-shirt pulling it over his head, only to reveal his chiseled muscles, his roped abdomen, his power, and strength on display. My hands crept up his rock-hard body, desperate to touch all of him. His fingers flick each button of my standard white blouse, revealing flesh as the fabric spread out, the task fulfilled he pushes the garment from my shoulders where it now lay on the floor. I was left in my white lace bra, simple as my nipples were clearly on display. His gaze took in the view then slowly peeled off the obstructing scrap of lace, my breast tumbled from their confines. His palms kneaded each breast, the tingling sensation, that familiar ache between my legs began to pulse.
His husky voice whispers wants and needs, as he pulls away his hands scurrying to unbuckle and rip the pants from his own body, now standing bare, naked. My palm circles and close tightly around his long shaft, he moans but instantly halts my efforts.
“Not yet.”
My black pants were quickly discarded, shoes toed off. Now, clad only in my white lace panties he guides me towards the bed. My head resting on his pillow, which holds his scent, now surrounding me from every angle, the hypnotizing aroma igniting a hunger that was damn potent. His lean muscled body climbs its way over me, his mouth reaches mine, a long fluid kiss that rushes lust through every pore of my body. An overload of senses, his mouth worshipping mine as he presses firmly against mine, his tongue a battle of wills I surrender eagerly. His erection pressed against my thigh, as moisture trickles from his crown.
He captures my wrist above my head, subduing me as his lips grazes my breasts teasing, licking each nipple his lips fused and held until the ripe buds were firm and hard, then gracing the other with equal measure. I tug against him, but his grip only increases. I moan as his mouth finds mine, his free hand cups my breast and rolls it under his palm, molding, massaging. His mouth settles on my neck his firm lips know all the tender places that ignite the flame below.
His grip releases as he travels down firm curves and slender limbs, exploring every corner, provoking every sense, dampening every inch he covers. He slid his fingers under my panties and found me wet and ready. His moan of approval sending a charge of excitement. As he slips them off tossing them aside. My breath stolen with an onslaught of emotions, feelings in every touch. He parts my thighs as his salivating gaze meet mine, then drifts back to my glistening pussy. “Tell me what you want?”
Tell him? As he grew closer his hot breath could be felt against my dampness. “Use your mouth on me.”
“Mhmm.” he moans, a wicked smirk on his lips, then kisses my inner thighs, nips and licks moving closer to where I need him. His hands burn as they hold my thighs apart. The feather strokes of his tongue along my slit were steady and rhythmic, leisurely building pleasure causing me to whither beneath him.
“Not enough, Baby?”
He clamps down, the swirl of his tongue and sucks the tormented flesh. His rough, aggressive need changing tactics forcing brutal pleasure until I throw my head back, my breath grew shallow as I feel my climax climb. “More, yes like that.”
Oh God, his tongue licking my clit, his finger slipped inside with driving force as I fly apart, my release crested, he drew every last bit of pleasure from my body. My breath left my lungs as a series of spasms, one after another until they settle. He slithers up my spent body, protection in place, nudging at my entrance. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
And before I can register his warning he pushes into me in one sharp jab. Then settles, his erection swells inside me feeling each throbbing heartbeat buried deep within me. His mouth finds mine all thoughts became superfluous but one. He reaches under my hip placing my leg over his firm ass, my other leg repeats the process on its own accord deepening our connection.
His hands find mine, and link together landing on each side of my head. As he slowly, methodically retreats only to slam back in. “Fuck, you’re tight.” A surprisingly sweet tender kiss is placed on my lips.
“Give me all you got.” He says, his driving hips urgent, unleashing a sexual fury, brutal strength, and passion. Building a gripping sensation rivaling my thrusts with his. Blood humming in my veins traveling down the same path about to erupt once more. As my climax lingers my inner walls contract. “Fuck.” His husky words whisper. I twist beneath him with breathless urgency as his primal need for wild reckless sex was demanding, grueling, intense, and brutal all at once. I loved it, I loved him, as I fell, gripping the sheets in handfuls. “Steel, come with me.”
He moaned, his climax came in dragging waves of pleasure, awakening a side of me long buried. He stirred, between my dampened thighs. “I’ve never…” he says. Then rests upon his forearms, still quivering his smile breaks “Oh hell, Nick.” Still throbbing inside me. “I’ve never felt so raw, so open, so close to anyone than I do this very moment.” His gaze searching mine.
“You didn’t strike me as someone who was so charming.”
“Charming huh?” A smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “That’s a first.”
I anticipated the sex would be hot, but not unlocking the beast-hot, that was a wild sexy surprise. One I’d like to repeat very soon.
“I’ll remember that.” His beaming smile lighting up like the fourth of July. He pulls me in close, his intoxicating scent washes over me as he lay propped on his elbow, his face resting on his palm. Face to face he brushes my hair from my face. Long minutes pass in silence.
“I could get used to this.” His gaze drilling into me. “Stay.” He says, goose bumps trail up my arms as his fingers softly glide the length to my fingertips, then retrace his way back.
“How could I say no?”
The idea of waking up without him didn’t appeal to me after what had just happened. I curl up to his warm body surprised by how well we fit together. It wasn’t long before sleep took me, sheltered in his arms I felt safe, cared for, yet also exposed.
I awake the next morning, only to find his side of the bed empty. I find him in front of his window, looking out to clear skies and the sun rising. His faded blue jeans slung low on his hips.
“What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?” He says looking over his shoulder, a smirk lands proudly. “What could possibly be wrong?”
He crosses the floor one knee lands on the mattress as he covers the distance and presses his mouth on mine. Chiseled features, square jaw covered with the right amount of scruff was intoxicating.
“Christ, Nick I haven’t felt this content in a long time.”
“So, I’ve caught you in my web, have I?”
“I’m a willing captive.”
“I should mention, working for the FBI, we’re tested quarterly.” Feeling the bright pink heat streaming up my face as I finish the embarrassing thought. “And, I’m on birth control.”
“Me too.” Clearing his throat. “The testing part, my usual philosophy is no glove no love.” He winked, a smile spread across his face.
“I’m glad we cleared that up.”
“Mhmm, Roger that.”
Grace a Memory
Honors AP Literature Class
Distracted by the laughter behind me, I divert from the chatter and allow the veil to fall, my long blond hair shielding my face from view. I’m clearly unworthy, disappearing into the murky waters where I’m freely accepted. I deny myself any attachments of any sort, any acknowledged allegiance would require trust, which only leads to betrayal. A conviction forced into place by my foolish belief in the world’s treachery.
I’m the last to leave, by design. Gently placing my paper on Miss Bradshaw’s desk, I watch as it slowly leaves my possession. “Grace?” Her gaze searching in question.
“Of course, here.” Allowing a sliver of my soul to be taken. Admittedly, “normal” has never been my forte’. I’m fully aware I’m different, although, misunderstood may be the more accurate description. I’m rarel
y tolerated by my classmates, which makes today particular rewarding.
Resigning from the mind-numbing daily dose of torture inflicted on my entire education experience. I’m liberated, the chains I leave behind are tarnished by my tears enduring years of isolation. A solitary confinement I willingly settled into has ended.
It’s a welcome departure pushing through the doors welcoming the wet heat that weighs heavy and clings to my dark-rimmed glasses.
Freedom, only a summer away, an unfamiliar surge of relief floods through my body. As I envision my higher institution to be a true departure from my formative years. I’m confident I’ll have multiple prospects. Following in my parent’s footsteps I’ve been repeatedly encouraged to strive for the highest of achievement. Accomplishing even higher feats, then they themselves have carried out.
Both accomplished PHD’s, Doctorates of Science, together they are highly regarded in their field both recognized through the federal and private grants, funding their published research.
No pressure.
Leaving the school grounds Norbert quickly approaches, he thinks there’s some sort of kinship, a connection. He’s wrong of course. He’s a geek, an outcast like me. His appearance is an unwelcome one.
“Grace, wait up.”
This was the last thing I needed. The complexity of my painfully shy personality affects my daily life, I may sound confident on paper, but, in reality my strivings for basic human behavior fills me with anxiety, I stumble over the simplest exchanges.
I’ve been tested, if you’re wondering. I’m within every guideline of being normal. Apart from social skills. I’m fully aware of the obstacles pertaining to my future education.
“Hi, Norbert.”
Displaying indifference, my shield in place, avoiding any and all eye contact, I lower my gaze in false fascination with the cracks in the sidewalk.
“I was just accepted to MIT, engineering program.” He shares, yet I’ve given no display of interest, he continues to verbalize his new-found accomplishment. “It’s ranked number one in the world.” His gaze turns to mine, in hopes I’ll converse. “That’s in Massachusetts.” But all I continued to hear was mindless chatter. I had hoped he would get the point by my disinterest and complete silence, but Norbert has that same missing gene, the one needed in social situations.
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