Cry Me a River

by Devyn Dawson

  Caide’s breathing is heavy and his eyes are filled with desire. I reach up behind me and unhook my bra, tossing it the same direction as my thong. My nipples are erect as he rolls them between his fingers. I moan against his touch.

  Nothing is said as we both run our tongues and hands along the lines of our bodies. The anticipation of feeling him inside me is like torture. The desire between my legs is becoming unbearable. No matter how hard I try to get him to go faster, to just enter me and put me out of my horny misery, he won’t.

  He kisses me, slow at first, until his tongue encourages my lips to part. His tongue is sweet like minty gum as it dances with mine. My back instinctively arches and I feel his chest rumble with desire.

  “Your body is begging for my attention, I must savor every moment. Like fine wine, I must uncork the bottle to let it breath before it is consumed,” he kisses the insides of my wrists and I almost scream out his name. “River, are you ready?” He says against my ear.

  YES! “Mmmm.”

  “What do you want?”

  For you to fuck me dammit! “I want you to take me, NOW.”

  “Oh, I might be able to do that… are you wet?”

  My name is River, I’m wet! “You can check,” you sadistic man.

  Humor dances in his eyes and I just want him to enter me.

  His hand slides between my legs and he grins at how ready I am. “I’m going to have all of you - now.” In one swift movement he has my ass to the edge of the desk, and my legs over his shoulders as he buries his face in me.

  My head falls back and my body arches into him until I can’t hold on much longer. My brain is screaming for me to climax, my heart is saying I want to do it with him in me. This stupid war between my head and heart goes on until I am verbally begging him to enter me.

  I grip onto him and feel my nails digging deeper into his flesh as he slowly glides into me. I’m praying to hold on for another minute or two without giving in to my growing urge to let my body have its release. I’ve never been this easy to get to this point, but I’m perfectly fine with it. His body is made to fit into mine, in a perfectly perfect way.

  He puts a hand under my head trying to cushion the thrusts as he is headed to his big finale. I want to scream and scream and scream for reasons I don’t know. He groans as his breathing gets faster and faster and I’m holding on for dear life, because I don’t want this to end. I want to be this connected to him forever.

  Time has escaped me and Caide has satisfied every fantasy I’ve had of him. We stay as one until both of us are breathing at a normal rate and he pulls away. When he managed to put a condom on is beyond me, and careless of me not to say something before we started. Caide is a professional though, I think to myself. I watch as he slides it off and wraps it up in a sheet of paper from his printer and casually tosses it in the wastebasket.

  “I’ve missed you River,” Caide says as he stands up. He holds a hand out to me and helps me off his desk.

  I should look for some glass cleaner and wipe away the ass prints…and…

  “I’ve missed you too Caide. I’m sorry for over-reacting.”

  “It’s okay, I think it helped me realize how much I’m smitten with you.” He kisses me softly.

  “Smitten? How old are you?” I tease.

  He smiles and hands me my clothes.

  “You want me dressed?”

  “Hell no…but its part of the restaurants motto… No Shoes, No Shirt, No Service. I should look into having that changed. Naked eating would be much more interesting….although it could be blinding too.” He hikes his pants up and buttons them with ease.

  “I thought we were cooking here… where are we going?”

  “I know a steakhouse run by a great couple, I thought we’d go let my dad cook us a steak.”

  “I love that place - I’m starving!” I walk over to the make-up station and check my face and hair. My hair is usually in the freshly fucked mess. Our bodyguards probably heard me when I started chanting, Oh God, oh God, yes, yes, yes, Caide fuck me, Caide! We were anything but quiet.

  Caide washes his face and hands and checks himself in the mirror. He sits down at his desk and puts his laptop back on it.

  “What are you doing?” I casually ask.

  He looks up and smiles. “I’m tapping into my security system and deleting the last hour, before my IT guy gets his nuts off watching us.”

  “Oh, that’s a good idea,” I saunter over to him and massage his shoulders. We both watch the video, we don’t say a word but I’m getting turned on to watch us.

  Caide turns his chair around and pulls me down onto his lap. I’m not the only one who is turned on.

  “I wanted our first time to be more romantic, but you look so beautiful and exotic…I couldn’t help myself.”

  “Help yourself any time.”

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  Chapter Twelve

  And this maiden she lived with no other thought

  Than to love and be loved by me.

  Edgar Alan Poe

  CAIDE

  “Alex, has the private investigator found out why Jacob gave Lance the drugs? Has he looked into her ex-boyfriend in Raleigh? Kyle beat River bad enough that she ended up in the hospital.” I study Alex’s face as she writes notes. “Is everything okay?”

  She looks up at me from taking notes. “Yes, everything is going as well as I’d expect from a case like this. I’m guessing you still haven’t broken things off with River, I hope she’s worth the risk, Caide.”

  I take an exasperated breath, “She is not the enemy, Alex. Jacob was arrested two weeks ago and I haven’t heard anything but a lot of flim-flam. I’m going to Al-Anon meetings twice a week and the parenting classes, that’s what they wanted, and I’m doing it. My love life shouldn’t make any difference. She’s not an addict of any kind, she’s a business woman, and everyone can go fuck themselves.”

  “A judge might find that you’re putting Lucy’s life in danger, considering everything going on in your life.”

  “I’ve hired security and I’ll get a bodyguard for the nanny and Lucy. Alex, be realistic here, people of fame have craziness in their lives and judges don’t keep their kids away from them.” This conversation is beginning to wear on my nerves.

  “Those people live in Hollywood; this is Emerald Isle, North Carolina. You don’t read any drama from the famous author in New Bern.” Alex sits back and takes a drink from her bottle of water. “Judges out here don’t deal with fame, but they are familiar with wealthy people. Is River still staying at your house?”

  These visits with Alex are quickly becoming worse than going to the dentist. “No, she’s not living with me; she has stayed over a few times. I’m beginning to wonder why you have a problem with River. I’m almost twenty-four years old; you’re acting like I should be a monk. It isn’t like I’m getting married, I’m dating someone. River is educated, has her own money, and she’s a good person. Run a background check on her if you’re so worried what the judge with think.” I study Alex’s face and it hits me. “You’ve already run a background on her, haven’t you?”

  She pulls a folder out and sets it in front of me. “Of course I have, so will the other attorney. River isn’t perfect, she has a juvenile record.”

  I sit back…stunned at the way this meeting is going. “She has a SEALED juvenile record, don’t we all? She shop lifted nail polish and a DVD when she was fifteen, hardly an offense worth not dating over. My friends and I stole a small fishing boat to go party on when I was fifteen. What does that tell me about River and me? It tells me, we were both fifteen years old at one time, and we lived on the edge…being suburban white kids living in a coastal community and all. River is a good person; actually, she’s fucking amazing and I’m not breaking up with her.”

  Alex’s face breaks out into a smile. “Caide, that’s exactly how you need to be…remember if they try to throw it in your face about events that happened when you
were a kid, that it doesn’t matter. You’re a father, and it sounds like you’ve met someone who understands you. I didn’t know what her record said, but you did, and that means you both are being open about your past. It sounds like you really like River. Maybe, this court stuff was meant to happen, without it, you wouldn’t have met her.”

  “You’re such a bitch, Alex, you had me ready to rip your head off.” We both laugh, releasing the tension in the room. “I want to see Lucy; I haven’t seen her since the day after her mom was buried. Can’t we ask the judge to grant a visit with Lucy? I’m willing to do a supervised visit, whatever it takes. I need to see her.”

  I’ve been thinking about Lucy so much recently. The more time I’m with River, the clearer it becomes that Heather and I weren’t good for each other. River and I connect at a much deeper level than Heather and I ever did. We’ve gone to the beach together and partied with everyone a few times. She blends in, yet she stands out.

  “Caide, I’ll check with their attorney…don’t hold your breath. These things can be tricky and their attorney is a grade A pompous dick. I need to get out of here, but I’ll give you a call if I hear from them. By the way, your segment about chicken enchiladas was awesome! I made them last weekend, they were amazing. You should consider opening a restaurant, it would be a hit.”

  I love hearing from people who’ve made one of my recipes.

  “I’ve thought about it, but honestly, I make money without having to worry about the ins and outs of a business. My parents work their butt off to stay in business. There are so many chain-restaurants popping up everywhere, local places are failing left and right. I’ll stick to YouTube and Foodie Network. I hope to talk to you soon.”

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  River and I are driving along highway 17 North parallel to the Carolina coast, destination unknown. We agreed we’d find a small town along the coast and spend a couple of days. My show is on hiatus for three weeks, so it leaves my days free.

  I check the rearview mirror to see if Jed and one of Garrett’s guys are behind us to ward off any bad-guys.

  River is content with her Kindle in her hands as she absorbs a vampire novel. She’s in a pair of khaki shorts and a yellow golf shirt. We’d agreed we’d go somewhere neither of has ever been. It’s pretty simple for me, but I don’t tell her that. Heather always wanted to fly off to the Caribbean for long weekends. She said road trips were boring and would make her back hurt.

  River raises her head from reading, “Kitty Hawk is in the Outer Banks, I’ve always wanted to go there. Let me check out bed and breakfasts in the area.”

  “I’ve never been to a B&B before, what is it like?”

  “Well….I’ve never been to one either. I know they make you breakfast and you get a room with a theme.”

  I tap the steering wheel to the beat of a My Chemical Romance song. “Theme, like the Red Room of Pain?”

  The look on River’s face is priceless with her mouth gaping and her eyes wide open. “How do you know of Fifty Shades of Gray?”

  “I’m primarily around women all day long who jabber about books and sex. They especially like smutty books. Becky said I should audition for Christian Gray, and the girls are always talking about the Red Room.” I’m happy to install one and learn a little BDSM with River. I smile at the thought.

  “Oh, you’d make a great Christian. I’m not so sure about flogging and spankings, I wouldn’t mind some handcuffs, though.”

  River Murphy has an inner freak; I’ll have to get some handcuffs. “I’ll make sure to fulfill that fantasy for you. What type of theme rooms do they have? Is it like a jungle theme and a bed up in a tree?”

  She rolls her eyes at me and we laugh at the absurdity of a jungle room.

  “No, Caide Palmer, there isn’t a jungle room. Typically, they are historical homes and the rooms are done in different colors with historical romantic decorations. Rooms don’t have a TV and most are pretty classy. I’ve looked at a few for a trip I want to take to California. I want to drive I-40 from the beginning in Wilmington and the end in California. I thought it would be fun to stay at bed and breakfasts only. Some of them are very pricey, but many are the same price you’d pay at a hotel, and the breakfast isn’t a box of cereal. This Bed and breakfast in Kitty Hawk is Cypress Moon Inn. The rooms look nice and remote enough that no one should find us. If you’re okay with it, I’ll call and reserve two rooms. Should I see if they have three rooms? I don’t know if the guys want to bunk up. Oh, that would be hilarious if they don’t have a room with two beds.”

  “That would be pretty funny. Go ahead and get them their own room if this place has enough bedrooms. I’m getting hungry, we’ll stop to eat and tell the guys the plan. Do you have signal on your phone?” I ask.

  “Oh crap, no I don’t. I did a few minutes ago, it has been coming and going throughout the drive.”

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  Cypress Moon is a two story cottage that overlooks the Albermarle Sound. I can’t imagine anything more tranquil than a few days hiding away here. We lucked out that a wedding was cancelled and that left all of the rooms available. The innkeepers Greg and Linda are gracious as we tell them why we’re traveling with bodyguards.

  Linda recognized me from my show and told me that she uses three of my recipes for her guests. I could see she wanted to ask me questions about cooking but was respectful of my vacation. If I have time between wearing River out, I’ll see if Linda wants to talk to me.

  Our room is simple yet beautiful. One wall has multiple windows that look out to a gorgeous view of nature.

  “River?”

  “Caide?”

  “Would you mind if I ravage your exquisite body?”

  “Why no I wouldn’t, Caide Palmer.”

  “Get naked, slowly, River Murphy.” There goes my dick. The entire ride all I could think about was her giving me head with those plump lips of hers.

  I remove my clothes, everything except my boxers and hop up on the bed.

  River walks over and takes the small desk chair and sets it in middle of the room. She has her I-pod out and turns on a playlist. Fuck yeah, she’s going to strip for me. What a fucking great way to spend the afternoon!

  Joe Cocker’s You Can Leave Your Hat On starts and my private strip show begins.

  River bumps and grinds to the music and seductively removes every article of clothing. I fight the urge to jump up and throw her on the bed. The way she trails her fingers along her body reminds me of running my tongue along those same lines.

  She dances around the chair as she uses it as a prop in her flawless routine. I remember her telling me she took stripping classes at a dance studio, I had no idea you can take classes for stripping. She better have made an A. I wish there was a pole around here; I’d love to see her upside down with only her legs holding her up. Fuck!

  As the song comes to an end, she crawls onto the bed from the footboard. I spread my legs apart as she crawls between them. Her hair is hanging around her face as she dips down to lick my legs…I catch a whiff of lavender. On her way back up, she teases me by letting her breast brush against my legs.

  Oh holy hell, I must have her!

  She finally finds her way up to me. She straddles my stomach, and I’m keenly aware that she is completely shaven. Time to take over, Caide. I run my hand along her flat belly, up between her breasts and trace my finger along the curves of her tits. The beast in me wants to conquer her until she screams my name over and over again. “Come here, beautiful, kiss me.” She leans down and I crush my mouth to hers, our tongues dance and mingle together until we’re both groping and panting. Her hair falls across her bare shoulders and I reach up and tug on her hair until her mouth is on mine again. My brain is screaming to flip her over on her back and take her.

  “Good god, you’re fucking sexy,” my voice cracks as I talk.

  She smiles shyly and my heart pounds so hard, as though I’ve run a
marathon. This girl is into me, and I’m into her. She should throw on some running shoes and run, because I’m not good for her. My baggage is heavy, can she handle it?

  I shake my head, attempting to rid myself of negative thoughts.

  We make eye contact…not speaking a word, but a thousand things are being said in her eyes.

  “Will you show me how you like it? Will you touch yourself?” I ask and she nods her head. I flip us over, now she’s on her back and I’m on my side next to her. The cool air catches me off guard, not having her as my own human blanket. Soon, her delicate hand finds its way to her perfectly waxed womanhood. I don’t watch, instead I focus on her face. My hand rests on her hand as it strokes along her love-spot with precision. My finger joins her finger and her juices begin to flow. Damn, my own juices are about to flow too. Her knees have fallen to the side; my mouth begins to water at the thought of tasting her. I raise my finger to my lips and lick. Her chest rises as her back arches up and she moans lightly, oh she liked that…FUCK! My brain is reminding myself that good things come to those who wait. Slow down. I kiss her stomach and run my tongue down and my fingers move her hand out of the way.

  My hands go to her thighs, holding them down before I gently take over with my tongue. A moan escapes from her. It isn’t long before her body is moving in a rhythmic motion. She grabs the comforter in her hands and her body tightens as she bucks and yells out in pleasure. The moment is nothing less than spiritual.

  I move around until I’m next to her, face to face. I trace my finger along her jaw to her chin. I pull her bottom lip down and she opens it and glides her tongue until my finger is in her mouth and she closes her lips. She sucks my finger and her tongue is licking it up and down, this is what she’ll do when my dick is in her mouth I’m sure.

  “Caide?”

  “Yes?” I lean my head back so I can see her better.