by J. M. Stone
We pulled up to the house, both running for the door, collapsing against it as our lips met, kissing and undressing each other as we fumbled to the couch, falling over onto the cushions. When our lips parted for a second to catch our breath, Luke’s eyes lit up and he sat up, pulling me up with him. I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, but didn’t say anything as he smiled and shook his head, entreating me silently to trust him.
He led me, both of us naked, to the back door, grabbing a couple thick towels off the dryer in the laundry room where I’d left them after pulling them out of the dryer earlier. I let out a gasp as he pulled me out into the frigid night air, running quickly to the hot tub where he pulled back the cover releasing the steam and heat rising from the top of the water. He turned on the jets and we got in, sinking our bodies down in the hot water as snow continued to fall around us.
He pulled me onto his lap, our lips meeting in a slow and tangling kiss, our tongues sliding against each other, teeth nipping at lips, breath mingling and steaming in the night air. Nothing was rushed; Luke’s hands roamed my body slowly, taking the time to touch every inch of me, caressing and stroking, stoking the flames of desire burning through me higher and higher. I pulled him even closer to me, rocking my hips against him, loving the feel of his velvety hardness slicking through my tender folds, but he pulled away from me when I tried to sink onto the tip of him.
Kissing me one more time before releasing my lips slowly, he lifted me out of the water, my skin steaming in the coldness, so hot that the snow melted upon impact with my body. He pressed me back, my hips on the edge of the tub, my back laying on the towels piled on the decking. I shivered, not really cold because the heat had seeped into every inch of me, warming me from the outside as my desire heated me from the inside.
I gasped, the sound turning into a long low moan as Luke moved between my thighs, his lips finding my center unerringly, lightly kissing the hot, wet folds before gently parting them with the tip of his tongue. His hands moved my legs apart, spreading them, and me, wide, his eyes locked on that secret part of me his actions revealed. I heard his breath whisper out between his lips before his tongue followed, tasting me softly again.
He slowly loved me with his mouth, touching and tasting every inch of my tender flesh, dipping inside of me, swirling around the hardened nub that was standing at attention, begging for his touch. He finally licked through my folds with the flat of his hot, wet tongue, pressing firmly against my clit then closing his lips over it, sucking on it with gentle pulls. I brought my hands up and thrust them into his hair, twisting my fingers into the thick, wet strands and holding him tightly against that aching part of me.
I urged him to move faster, but he resisted, steadily dragging his tongue through my dripping heat, up and down, again and again until the pressure built and built and built…with one final sweep of his tongue he sent me falling over the edge in the hardest, softest, most intense, shattering, beautiful orgasm I’d ever had in my life. Sounds contradictory, I know, because he made me come so hard, but at the same time, he’d done it so softly and sweetly…it was like…I have no words.
Luke slid his hands beneath my shoulders and lifted my seemingly boneless body back into the steaming hot water, cuddling me in his lap. I could feel his thick, hard length bobbing against my thigh and I shifted so I was straddling his lap, facing the backyard. I reached between my wide spread thighs and guided him into me, sinking down slowly over him, letting his hardness stretch and fill me until he was buried balls deep in the tight fist of my body.
I sat still in his lap, letting my body acclimate to the invasion of his, our mouths mating slowly and sensuously. I laved the hard silver ring threaded through his lip, the contrast of the cold metal against the heat of my tongue sending shivers down my spine. When Luke’s hands came up to bracket my waist, just above my hips, I leaned back, trusting him and the buoyancy of the water to hold me up. I stretched out, laying back in the water, letting Luke set the pace of our lovemaking.
He used his hands on my hips to move me, pushing me toward the middle of the hot tub as he stood in the middle and began thrusting into me. I put my arms down in the water, finding the edge of the hard plastic seat and bracing myself against it as the waves lapped my body. He set a steady rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, rolling his hips against mine so that every hardened inch of him stroked that special place inside me, causing my breath to hitch and my arms and legs to tremble.
I cried out as he pulled out of me, reaching for him to guide him back inside, but he turned me away from him, forcing me to kneel on the bench that I’d just been bracing my arms on. He pushed me forward slightly as he took himself in hand and guided his length back into my depths, thrusting home and making both of us groan in relief. I felt his hand come around the front of me, searching for something before he shifted us both on the bench.
I came apart in his hands as he thrust into me, hard and fast, while the jet he had positioned me in front of pounded against my clit, bringing me to the edge and pushing me over again and again until I was screaming and sobbing into the cold night air, lost completely to the ecstasy thrumming through me, begging him to come because it was too much. With one last heaving thrust, he slammed himself into me and let go, yelling out his release and it echoed through the night with mine.
Luke and I collapsed into the water, our breath coming in gasps. After a minute or two, he pulled me up and we stepped out onto the deck, grabbing our towels and wrapping them around us as we ran for the door, leaving wet footprints in the snow on the deck.
We made love again in the shower before washing each other off and collapsing into the bed, wrapped up in each other and thoroughly worn out. Just like Christmas, it had turned out to be the best New Years Eve ever!
When I woke in the morning, my body felt deliciously sore as I stretched, grinning as I looked at Luke sleeping beside me. I quietly and carefully slid out from underneath his arm and threw on some clothes before padding barefoot downstairs to make my favorite guys a banging New Year’s breakfast.
After I got done cooking, I went over to the couch where Jackson was sleeping and shook him awake before going down the hall to get Brandon up. I was shocked when the door opened immediately and he grinned at me, rubbing his belly like he’d known all along what I was doing. Then again, he has a nose for food, so his eyes probably popped open as soon as the bacon hit the frying pan!
I headed upstairs to get Luke, but he met me on the stairs, leaning in for a very nice kiss before following me back into the kitchen. We all ate every morsel I’d prepared and then they actually cleaned everything up for me while Doug and I reclined on the couch. My mom called to see if we were going to stop over and I told her we would probably be by after a bit.
Luke, Brandon, and Jackson all played Xbox for a bit while I read on my Kindle. We left the house and headed to my parents’ house. Mom always makes a big pot of pork and sauerkraut, which I think is disgusting. Every year she tries and tries to get me to take just one bite because she swears it will bring me good luck for the year. I always refuse.
Until this year…Luke and my mom ganged up on me and I didn’t stand a chance. I could have held out but Luke whispered in my ear that he wouldn’t touch me for a month if I didn’t take one bite. He started out with a week, and I had whispered back that I could handle that. Then he upped it to two weeks. I wavered a little at that, but then he said a month and refused to kiss me when I asked. So I plugged my nose and took a small bite. Very small.
We didn’t stay long at my parents’ house, and headed home so I could do some laundry and get back in the mindset to head back to work after the weekend.
Chapter 22
I went in to work on Monday morning to find that the furnace had quit. Floyd had called someone but they wouldn’t be there for at least three to four hours from what he was told, so I was bundled up in my sweater and my coat, with my gloves on . I got a few weird looks as clients came in the door for th
eir appointments, but that changed within a few minutes as they waited.
The phone was ringing off the hook and I hadn’t had a chance to even listen to the voice mail from the week we were gone, yet. It was almost one before the furnace guy showed up and finally got the heat working again. Hallelujah!
The phones slowed down a bit after he left and I started listening to the sixteen voice mails that people had left. I was surprised, because usually after being gone for a week, we’d have a lot more messages, but then again, I did change the voice mail message to indicate that we would be gone. Maybe that’s why the phone had rang so much today!
My breath caught on the sixth message, when the raspy voice of Creepy came on the line.
“Hi, sweetheart. You know, I’m getting impatient because you haven’t been to work all week. And I want to, no I NEED to see you, to hear your voice. I hope you had a good Christmas. I know you had a good New Year because I saw you with your fucking lips attached to that mother fucker’s face! You better have enjoyed it, because it will be the last time you embarrass me like that. Until next time, sweet Emma.”
I hit the save button with a shaking hand and finished listening to the rest of the voice mails before I caught Floyd as he was finishing up with another client and let him listen to it. He shook his head and told me to call the police again. I called and made yet another report and then called Luke so I wouldn’t get yelled at for keeping things from him again. I calmed him down enough to keep him from rushing over to the office and sitting with me all day, because I knew that he had booked himself solid with clients to make up for the holidays.
I hung up the phone with Luke and sat there staring at my hands. I felt sick to my stomach, and wondered why this was happening and who the hell it could be. I felt tears well up in my eyes as I thought about how picture perfect everything had been last week. Now I felt like there was a shadow hanging over the memories, the sickening knowledge that someone had watched, intruded on a special moment, tarnishing the glow of that memory.
I sat up in my chair and started replaying the phone conversations and messages that I had recorded and saved, hoping that something would stand out to me, give me some kind of idea as to who this psycho sicko was. I mean, was it just by chance that he was at the bar and saw me? Did he know where I live? He knew what kind of car I drove, but the more questions swirled in my head and the more I listened to his words, I realized that I was no closer to figuring anything out. It was making me crazy and I was beginning to feel a little helpless at the fact that there was this unknown entity watching me and there was nothing I could do about it.
I closed the office at five and walked out with Floyd. He usually is never in the office when I am leaving for the day, but he stuck around to make sure I was okay. He’s such a softie.
Creepy was never far from my mind over the next couple of weeks. He hadn’t called since last week and he didn’t talk long then. In fact, the only thing he’d really said was that it was time for me to come home. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant but I had called Leah and asked that she stay at mom and dad’s for a bit, just in case.
Luke was beside himself with worry and I think if he could have gotten away with it, he would have set up shop in the office beside me. He and Jackson and Brandon and even Calland, believe it or not, had begun stopping by the office at random times just to check on me and ask if he’d made any kind of contact. I think we were all a little relieved when day after day I’d been able to say no.
When a month went by without any calls from Creepy, we decided to celebrate a little and since he’d been so sweet over the past few weeks, I’d invited my brother to come with. Of course Allie was coming; she’d always been a permanent fixture in my life but she’d been around even more lately. Her, Brandon, and Jackson had become like a trio of best friends who were inseparable, but there was an air of tension around them. In my opinion (and I shared it often) it was all sexual and she should just frickin’ give it up already. Together or separate, whichever, she just needed to fuck them and then maybe they could all relax a little.
The doorbell rang and I answered the door to find Calland standing there, his left arm holding a sleeping bag and pillow, his right thrown casually around the shoulders of a tiny brunette girl. She was really cute in that aww-you’re-so-young-and-have-no-clue-about-real-life kinda way, but I didn’t say anything, just raised my brow at him as I let them in.
We’d decided to have a slumber party, adult drunken style. And before you ask, no, I really have no clue who came up with that idea, nor did I know just what it was supposed to entail, other than the fact that no one was allowed to leave and we had about a million different drinking games written out on index cards in a bowl on the table. What I did know for sure is that we’d gotten so much booze that we could get a small third world country drunk on the fumes.
“Okay!” Allie shouted, standing up on a chair at the kitchen table. “Welcome to the first annual Crimshaw Family and Whoever the Hell Else We Wanna Invite Drunken Fest Sleepover! I really don’t know why I’m standing on a chair and shouting at you like I’m the fuckin’ emcee or something, but it is what it is. So this here’s tha’ rules, yo! You drink? You sleep here. You breathe in the smell of booze? You sleep here. Basically, you sleep here! Next rule. We play games. You don’t play? You’re fired and must sit outside in the cold, naked, for an hour.”
We all laughed at that, especially because of the way Allie was acting. I mean, there was only me, Luke, Brandon, Jackson, Calland, Allie, and Calland’s little woman, who’d quietly said her name was Buffy (WTF?).
She continued, “Now, without further ado, I’m gonna stick my little hand here into this big ol’ bowl of make ya puke games and pick one out. Then we’re gonna play! Oh! One more last rule and it’s a big one. DO NOT GIVE DOUG ANY EGGS! No booze either, but PLEASE! NO EGGS!”
With that, she reached into the bowl and pulled out a card, squealing before she read out loud, “Chooser’s choice! Make your own game! YES!”
I rolled my eyes and looked at Luke in mock horror, knowing that things were about to get really weird and crazy. Allie thought for a bit and came up with a game that involved constantly changing the rules, which meant that within twenty minutes, we were all on the way to being shit faced drunk.
I raised my hand, sure that that was what the new rule was before you could talk. “Umm, okay, so I say its time for a new game. Who’s with me?”
“Uh-uh-uh,” Allie sing-songed. “Drink, bitch. You didn’t say drunk duck before you spoke. Raising your hand was like three rules ago. So HA!”
I rolled my eyes again (for like the sixteen billionth time that night) and chugged my…to be honest, I’d given up keeping track of what I was drinking about four cups ago. It was good, I knew that much. Either that or my taste buds were burned off from the liquor…
Luke and Brandon both spoke up beside me and agreed that it was time for a new game. I stood up and grabbed the bowl from the center of the table, passing it to…ugh…Buffy for her to choose the new game. She held up the card before screaming (really, she whispered but it was louder than she usually whispered so I guess it counted as a scream for her), “Quarters!”
We all took turns for about ten minutes trying to bounce a quarter into a glass before we got bored again. Then Calland got the bright idea to forego the cards and play a drinking game he called, Watch the Movie and Get One. It made sense when he explained it a little more. The premise of the game was basically to watch the movie The Hangover and you had to drink any time one of the following happened in the movie: Someone takes a drink, someone cusses, someone gets hurt, you see nudity of any kind. We made him stop at four because we all knew that just those alone would have us shit faced in the first half hour!
So we moved the bottles to the coffee table and all crowded on to the couches and chairs. Luke and I curled up in the armchair, Calland and…don’t make me say it…sat together on the love seat, while Allie sat between Brandon and Ja
ckson on the couch. Luke grabbed the remote and hit play and true to the name of the game, we were all going to have hellacious hangovers tomorrow.
By the end of the movie (I think it was the end…I only had one working eyeball left), my head was swimming. I’d given up and yelled uncle not even twenty minutes into the movie because I didn’t want to get to the puking drunk point. I hate puking and I avoid it at all costs, so no way in hell was I doing anything that might bring me to that!
Luke was snoring beside me, his arms and legs sprawled out and his head lolled back so far it looked like his neck was broken. If I weren’t so buzzed I think I might have been a little more concerned or considerate and help him fix it, but…
I tried to focus on the room, seeing if I was the only one left awake. My eyes (eye?) blinked and tried to focus when I saw Allie straddling Brandon as he kissed down her chest, and Jackson was pressed to her back, her head turned toward him over her shoulder as their mouths ate at each other. I shook my head (bad idea) and tried to find my brother and his whatever she was.
When I finally was able to see them, I couldn’t help but snort and maybe hiccup a little when I saw Calland passed out face first in what’s-her-face’s lap while Doug was sitting on his back eating pieces of popcorn he’d sniffed out in the girl’s hair.
I closed my eyes when I heard a low moan come from the vicinity of the couch. I held up my hand, though I wasn’t quite sure why because they sure as hell weren’t paying attention to me, and cleared my throat. “Umm…‘scuse me? Not passed out people in the room! If one of you would be so nice to try and get me up in my room we’d be gratefully happy. Me and Mr. Snoozypants here…” I hiccupped again and opened my eyes when I heard Allie laugh, but they fell closed again immediately.
When I opened my eyes again, I bolted up in bed as fear chased down my spine. A high-pitched scream ripped through the house again and I threw myself out of bed and ran down the stairs to see what the hell was happening. I didn’t even realize that Luke was behind me until I heard him snort in disbelief as Allie, followed by Jackson and Brandon, all stumbled into the room.