by Carmen Faye
“The man went outside? Recently?”
“About a half hour ago I’d say.”
The look on the woman’s face wasn’t encouraging, as she walked over to the one small window that was made out of blocked glass. It wasn’t a crystal clear view, but it was obvious that the storm had arrived. Whether it was the main one or a different one, it didn’t look like it was fit out there for man or beast.
“I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe he’s out there waiting until the storm slows down.”
That is what someone who had any sense would do, but she knew, somewhere deep down in her soul, that he’d try his best to make it back to her…or die trying. Die trying. That phrase that she’d always heard and didn’t really pay attention to seemed to reverberate around the chamber of her head. That fool better not die trying to get back to her. It would be so much better if he just stayed where he was until the weather was better. If she had his cell phone, she could have called, but that wasn’t something she had at her disposal.
The winds could be heard blowing around the building. She wasn’t quite sure what a typhoon was, but it sounded scary as all hell. There were things hitting the building, and the rustle of the trees outside were like newspapers being thrown around. It crossed her mind several times that this place was an island and could probably be taken down by the sea without much effort. That wasn’t the best use of her mind space but what else could she do.
There was a pounding on the large steel door that seemed to shake the hinges. The staff that was stationed by the door looked like they didn’t know what to do but got up to open the door. When they tried to crack it open, the doors blew back, and in came a rush of wind, rain, and debris along with three men.
She went over to see what was going on, and when she locked eyes on Matt she didn’t care what had gone before or what was going on after, she was going to be with him right now. She got to him at the same time the man in the white uniform came behind him.
“Is this the woman we’ve all risked life and limb for?” His gruff voice was slightly hostile in tone, but she didn’t blame him.
“I’m sorry for any inconvenience, sir.” Emmy was sorry for all that these men had gone through because they looked like they almost didn’t make it. Three men were out in this storm, and now she found out it was for her own needs. It was humbling.
“Sorry for my attitude, young lady. This young man wanted to make sure you had what you needed, and he was so persuasive I wanted to go and get it with him. None of this is any fault of your own, and as they say…All’s well that ends well.”
The older man walked off, and Matt grabbed her hand and walked her to his room in the back. When they were almost there, the lights went off.
“Everyone stay near your cot until further notice.” A voice rang out in the darkness. It was dark outside, but the inside of a warehouse with very limited windows made it unbelievably dark.
A small light shone on the area right by Matt’s feet. Of course, he’d have a flashlight… what kind of fighting machine would he be without that. He led them through the maze of people until he got to his room. He was able to open the door with his key and get them inside. When he closed the door, it was like they were in their own private world. It was dark, besides the light of his flashlight. Although Emmy could still hear the rustling of the trees and the howling of the wind, it was more like a sanctuary instead of the cluster fuck it seemed like beyond these walls.
She heard a crinkling of a bag, and he walked over to her with the brown medicine bottle. With him near her, she could see the bottle had her name on it—and the name and dosage of the medication.
“You didn’t have to do all this. I thought you were going to just get me a few pills to make it through.” Emmy was overwhelmed with gratitude over how hard he’d worked to get this medication to her. It was more than just a pill. It was about how much he cared about her, whether he said it or not, and how important her safety and well-being was to him.
“I wanted to make sure you had what you needed, no matter how long all of this takes. If I rested and you weren’t where you needed to be by tomorrow, it would be just that much more of a problem. I like to take care of things that are important to me.”
“I don’t know if I should be bothered because you said I was a thing, or if I should be flattered that you said you care about me.”
He didn’t add anything to what she was saying, and she wondered if he somehow let that slip when he’d not really wanted to say it.
“You must be tired,” she said and giggled because she knew how that sounded.
“Boom chica waa waa,” Matt sang in a 1970s porn song way.
“I knew you were going to think that was a cheesy line, but really, you’ve done a lot today.”
“I’m rather tired, but I’m just happy you got your medication. I don’t want to tick you off further since we had that very enlightening conversation earlier, but how about you actually take the pill that I risked my life and the lives of two other military personnel to obtain?” He handed her a bottle of water, and he watched intently as she took the pill and washed it down with some water.
“Happy now?” she asked him.
“Very,” he said, as he lay on his bunk.
She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. Go back to her bunk, lay down with him, or stand there awkwardly in the middle of the floor?
“This is a very bad storm. Even with how horrible it sounds outside, this isn’t the storm that everyone is terrified about. That storm is behind this storm. There are so many things we need to work out and so much to say, but for right now, let’s just lay here together and be happy that we can do so.” Matt didn’t sound sleepy, just tired.
It was almost like he was telling her that they were doomed. He was calm, but she wondered what it must be like to live like this all the time. Going from crisis to crisis, seeing everyone at their worst and leaving when things were getting better, only to go off to find another crisis.
She lay in the bed next to him, and it couldn’t be anything other than intimate. It was a twin bed, and they were both grownups, so it wasn’t like sleeping at her cousin Lily’s house in her cute Strawberry Shortcake bedding. The bed may have been child sized, but the man in it wasn’t.
There were times during the last few hours that she’d wished she could just forget the man who was Matt Perrier, but it was always just a fleeting thought because she had more fun with him than anyone else she’d ever been with. If she was going to face an end of the world scenario, she’d rather have done it on a video game, but since it was not like that, she couldn’t choose anyone other than Matt to be with.
“Is everything alright?” Matt said into the darkness.
She didn’t want to answer because everything was alright…and then again it didn’t seem like everything was ever going to be alright again. Emmy slid her hand across Matt’s midsection and then lowered her hand to the front of his pants. It didn’t take long for the substantial bulge that she was used to seeing and feeling popped up.
He placed his hand over hers. “I heard what you were saying before I left earlier. I didn’t ask you to lay next to me so I could explore your beautiful body again. My only goal was to have you near me for a little while and get some rest while we ride out the storm.”
“I hate this waiting. I feel cooped up and filled with energy. You’re not forcing me to do anything. If anything, I’m kind of pushing myself on you.” She should feel like she was wishy washy for coming on to him after she’d already told him she had to be done with him, but the situation they were in called for honesty and understanding. “I understand what you were saying about keeping me away from you for my own safety. I won’t say I like it, but you’re a protector and it’s hard for you to keep yourself out of my business when you think you can help.” She jabbed him in the ribs playfully.
“Thanks. Being in charge all the time can make me rather forceful when I think someone should be doing something
I think they should be doing, but I heard you when you told me I was acting like your family.”
She hadn’t stopped rubbing his cock, and it was almost the way they’d first met—with her spilling a drink on him and then somehow practically giving him a hand job through his pants.
“Are you planning on doing something with that?” he murmured in a voice loud enough to hear but low enough that it sounded like a caress to her ears.
“That’s the line that got us here in the first place.” She rolled over like she was going to see his face, but she was met with only darkness.
“I have a confession.”
“What is it?” She was already turned toward him, so she just stayed that way, but her heart was beating fast. What was he going to tell her? That he had lied and he was married with children and a dog? That he was just making her feel good when he’d met her on her vacation? That the real reason he hadn’t wanted her cell phone number was because she was just a mercy fuck?
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but it’s so loud. Just give me a minute to get to it. Okay?”
She nodded but deep down she didn’t feel any better.
“When we met and you spilled your drink on me?” He waited a few seconds before he said anything else, and she knew that if he knew how crazy it was making her when he drew this story out he wouldn’t do it like this, but she stayed silent as long as she could.
“Yes.” Emmy was so anxious about what was going to come out of his mouth she could almost cry.
“I’d seen you get off the plane, and I’d followed you. You were beautiful and you were trying to juggle all the items you had in your hand. I didn’t know why you didn’t just put that pink piece of paper in your purse, but you were determined to carry your purse, your carryon bag, drag your big suitcase, and hold your large beverage in your hand. My goal was to talk to you as I helped you with some of your things, and I thought maybe we could have hung out later.”
“You’re saying that you saw me before I saw you?” Could that be true?
“Our eyes met when you got off the plane, but then it seemed like you were running away from me. It didn’t seem like it was possible that was happening, but it took some fancy footwork to catch up with you.” He turned his face toward hers; she could tell by the way his voice sounded closer.
“Modest aren’t we?” She was enjoying this story now that she knew it wasn’t as bad as she’d imagined. It was fun to tease and play with him, and he was always such a good sport about it.
“I’m a pretty modest guy. Yes.”
“So modest you couldn’t believe a woman would turn the other way and run from you?” She couldn’t help but tease him, as she’d never heard him be anything other than modest so this was funny to her.
“Usually women don’t run from me, but the connection I felt when we looked at each other was something that hadn’t ever happened to me before. The whole ‘Their eyes met from across a crowded room’ always seemed like horse shit to me, but I must admit there is something to be said about it.” He brought his hand up to her mouth and stroked her bottom lip until she had his thumb sucked into her mouth.
“I did feel the connection, too, but, get ready to use your modestly, you were the best looking man I’d ever seen and I was fresh out of college and on my first solo vacation. I thought you were way out of my league.” That didn’t feel good to say, so she unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick hard member, as she prepared to fill her mouth the taste of his cock.
When she moved to get further down on him, he stopped her.
“You know, you like to hide behind things sometimes.” Matt stopped her from going down any further.
She huffed out a harsh breath and knew she was going to have to finish this conversation. “Like what?”
“Like how you ran away from home. I’m not saying you shouldn’t have done it, because then I’d never have met you. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t have a vacation alone if you didn’t want to, but I am saying that you left to prove a point. You’ve got to be scaring the crap out of all of them.”
“How did you come up with that?” She wanted to know where his mind was and what he was really saying.
“Because I care for you, Emmy, but you make it so damn hard. I know how you think and I understand it. You should probably make sure your family knows why you’re upset. I also think that your aunt didn’t want you to know about her death until you finished school. Of course, I don’t know that, but you should probably talk to them about why you left and how things need to change so you can go back to them on terms you like.” He seemed to be working hard to get her to understand what he was saying.
She knew what he was saying, but all she heard was, “I don’t want you here and you should fix it all up with your family.” Turning away from him so she was on her back, she kept her hands to herself. She was right about the way she was thinking before. She just kept setting herself up to get hurt. The noise outside the window made her think about why she started this thing in the first place.
Emmy had feelings for Matt. She wanted to be with him; she wanted to sleep with him; and she wanted to fuck him. This wasn’t about how he was going to handle the aftermath of this situation. It wasn’t about her wanting him to claim her. This was about what she wanted.
Rolling on top of him was easy in the dark. It was empowering. She rocked on his cock a few times before he responded. She wasn’t sure what that was about, and she wished that she could see his face. Not only was that a turn on for her, but she could have a better handle on how he was feeling.
He reached up and grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, massaging them through her clothes, and she worked her hips harder and fasted on his shaft. This was the most fun she’d had with him while they were both dressed.
The wind seemed to be getting louder, but she couldn’t find it in her to care. In her mind, it was just she and Matt in this room and the rest of the world could have stopped.
“Matt. I need you.” She didn’t like sounding so needy, but at that moment that was exactly what she was. Needy. She needed to feel like she was a part of something; she needed an anchor to hold onto; and she needed to feel like everything was going to be alright soon.
She had on jeans, so she got up and took them off, and she could hear that he was getting rid of clothes as well.
Emmy got back on top of him as soon as she heard the rustling of his clothes stop.
“What are you doing, Emmy?” The husky sound of his voice ratcheted up her libido, which was already high every time they were together. However, with the wildness of the weather, she was just perched on edge.
“I know all of the things I said about trying to keep myself together and not wanting to be on a up and down rollercoaster with you, but at the end of the day. I want you. If this is all I can have and now is our time, then I’m willing to take it. No regrets. When I sat in my room last night and thought that you’d run off with Carolyn, I still couldn’t make myself think it would have been better if we’d never met.” She was never so glad that he couldn’t see her face and she couldn’t see his. It was what she wanted to say, but she didn’t think she’d be brave enough to say it to his face.
“We just keep getting thrown together. Maybe it’s a sign.” Matt was moving Emmy’s hips so that her wet pussy was opened over his cock and the sensation was electric. If it weren’t for the storm outside that she knew could be deadly she’d say this was the best experience she’d ever had. She felt like there was an extra connection between them, and it made her feel excited and free. This was probably the reason why people had sex in the midst of trials and tribulations. It put you in a totally different frame of mind.
“Are you ready, Emmy?” Matt asked, and she wondered what he was asking about. They were both naked and she was sliding all over his cock like a slip and slide. What else could she could do to show she was ready?
“I’m always ready for your cock. No matter what I was thinking in my he
ad or feeling in my heart I wanted you. I didn’t want to be around you because I know our chemistry is too strong. I love your hands on me. It’s like a drug. I want more and more of it.” Again she was learning more about herself. This time she was letting her experience how freeing it was to be in the dark. Who knew what kinds of secrets she would expose if they stayed in the dark?
He turned to his phone and flipped on a switch that illuminated the room. It was funny how one little light on a phone could produce so much light.
“That’s what I wanted to see,” Matt said with a smile on his face.
“What?” She loved to see his face, but now that she looked at him she was almost bashful. There went the full enclosure portion of the day… or maybe she could learn from this as well. Saying what you wanted to say when you wanted to say it. Speak your truth. She’d see how it went.
“I love the expression on your face when you’re ready to be fucked. Makes my cock just that much harder. There are so many things that I want to do to you. Sitting in my room for the few hours I was granted was torture. When you talked about regrets, I understood exactly what you meant. We need to come up with something because there is something pulling us together, but right now I want to bury myself so deep in your body you won’t know where you end and I begin.”