Intimate Stranger

by Jan Springer

  “So fucking beautiful, Emily,” he moaned, and then his head lowered more and she was crying out as his finger increased the pressure on her clit, bringing her instantly to climax. And then his finger was gone and his mouth consumed her orgasm.

  His tongue slipped into her vaginal opening and he sucked. Oh! How he sucked her!

  The pleasure gripped her mind and short-circuited all her thoughts. She felt her vagina tighten, gasped as erotic spasms washed through her. Rocking her hips, she cried out as he sucked harder, his tongue licking her clit and his hands holding her thighs apart so she couldn’t bring them together. Her cream gushed and she heard him slurping and moaning as if he were thoroughly enjoying a meal.

  Wow! She’d never known anything like this existed. Her mind and body continued to spiral out of control. Pleasure wave after pleasure wave consumed her and he just kept on sucking. When she swore she could stand it no longer, he moved his mouth away and thrust his fingers into her.

  “Oh God!” she gasped as he began a fast pump that simply tore her apart again. Un-fucking-believable! she thought as she convulsed and gyrated and simply enjoyed what he did to her. She was barely aware of his heavy breathing. Barely aware of his rough voice whispering to her in soothing tones.

  “That’s it, Em. Let it go. Just let it go.”

  She kept her eyes closed as he pumped. Kept herself in the pleasure for as long as she could. Enjoying it. Living it. Loving it.

  When she finally came down from the high, he’d withdrawn his fingers.

  Her knees were weak and her thighs were trembling. Damned if she didn’t feel embarrassed as he gazed at her with the most sparkling blue eyes while he licked her cream from his lips.

  “I could tell it’s been a long time,” he said as he began to slip her panties on her again.

  Oh? So he’d taken pity on her and decided to mouth and finger-fuck her? Great, just great. Now she was accepting sexual charity.

  But she’d never felt so satisfied in her life. Bring on more charity please! Okay, so she wasn’t too embarrassed to see the humor in the situation. What would he say if she asked to return the favor?

  No! She couldn’t do that! Could she?

  Okay, now she really was getting embarrassed. Did he expect her to suck him off?

  “Someone’s coming.” His sexy whisper just about made her ask that question when she realized exactly what he’d just said.

  “I heard a boat engine. I think whoever is here saw Sweet Lies anchored and is coming in from the west side of the island. Better get dressed. Just in case.”

  Sweet heavens! Had they been seen? Now that would be embarrassing.

  As she struggled into her jeans, she scanned the surroundings. She heard nothing but the crash of waves on the nearby rocks. The tugboat was docked on the other side of the point. Scrubby twisted trees and bushes hid them from the west, but they were wide open from all other sides. Gazing at the ocean, she saw nothing but the dark, ominous clouds far to the north and rolling blue waves.

  “I’d better go and take a look,” Chance said, and stood.

  Peering down at her, his hot gaze flicked across her naked breasts, making her wish they hadn’t been interrupted. But maybe he was making up having heard a boat? She hadn’t heard a thing.

  “We’ll have to pick this up another time.”

  Oh dear! Definitely!

  She found herself nodding, her head feeling wobbly as she reached for her flannel tank and sweater.

  Oh definitely, Chance Donovan.

  Crazy. She was crazy. Crazy. Crazy. Crazy. Emily chastised as she waited for Chance to return. Crazy for letting him kiss her and do those naughty things to her. Oh, she had to call off the wedding to Skip. She’d disgraced him. How could she do this to him?

  Guilt slammed into her. She was a slut. She’d disgraced him and herself for folding so easily to the first man who she truly felt sexually attracted to after all these years.

  Yes, she was a slut. But a very satisfied one, Emily pondered as she huddled beneath the blanket and stared into the fire.

  The orange flames licked greedily at the several pieces of driftwood she’d just placed there. Licking greedily like Chance had licked her. Her pussy moistened and throbbed in memory. She wanted him down there again. Boy oh boy, she wanted him down there.

  We’ll have to pick this up another time, he’d promised.

  Wow. Hot stuff like this only happened in those erotic romances she downloaded to her electronic book reader.

  Thank God! She’d read those stories and would have an idea of how to go down on Chance. Her breathing grew shallow at that thought. A man going down on her. Unbelievable.

  Okay, calm down. You have to act experienced about this. Don’t let him know this is the first time you have a man’s head between your legs. He would probably laugh at her inexperience.

  Mercy! How old was she? She found herself giggling at that question. She was old enough that she should have had a handful of lovers. But she’d only had Steve. Chance didn’t have to know anything. She would act normal. Casual, as if it were perfectly natural for her to have sex with a stranger.

  Condoms. Okay, she needed condoms. Safe sex. No pregnancies.

  Wait. Pregnant she could handle.

  Emily frowned at the realization that she didn’t need a man to have her family. Women had kids without the man hanging around these days. Why hadn’t she contemplated that angle before?

  Chance could be a donor. Her heart picked up speed at that thought. She could ask him. No, she couldn’t. She had to think this through. She couldn’t raise a baby out here on her own. Besides, she wanted several of them. Not just one. She wanted her kids to have siblings, not grow up alone as she had.

  She definitely needed to think this idea through. She’d never been impulsive in her life. Well, except for sleeping with Steve on their first date. That had felt so right. Just as today felt so right.

  Being with Chance excited her. Dammit! She hadn’t had excitement in way too long. She deserved to be happy again.

  Okay, slow down, Emily. He’s not marrying you. Just pleasuring you. She had to remember that and keep her emotions out of it. Emotions only got her into trouble.

  Suddenly she heard a crashing sound of someone coming through the nearby cluster of scraggly spruce trees from the west. Alarm snapped her to her feet, and before she could look for any kind of weapon, Chance erupted from behind the trees, dragging a skinny teenager along with him.

  “Caught this fellow lurking around. Don’t know how much he saw.”

  “Let me go!” The boy screeched as he tried to wriggle free from Chance’s iron grip on his elbow.

  “Chad Sullivan! What are you doing here?” Emily shouted at the panicked kid.

  The teenager’s face blushed a crimson red.

  “You know this kid?” Chance asked.

  “The baker’s son.”

  Chance’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as he gazed at the struggling teen.

  “Who hired you to spy on us?”

  Emily couldn’t believe his accusation. “Chance! Stop it! He’s just a curious boy!”

  Chance shook his head and gave the kid a rough shake. “This curious boy is the one who was in the lighthouse the other night.”

  “How can you be so sure it’s him?”

  “His aftershave is the same smell.”

  Yes, Chance was right. There had been an overpowering smell when the person had swept past her. She’d forgotten all about it until just now. This was the same smell.

  He threw Chad a scowl that made the boy shiver with fright. “The truth, kid. Or I’ll stick your hand in that fire until you talk.”

  “It was her fiancé,” Chad gasped.

  “Skip?” Emily couldn’t believe it.

  “He wanted me to keep an eye on you. To tell him if you made it home okay and to keep an eye on you for the next few days.”

  “Cole wanted you to search the lighthouse, right?”

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p; “Aw c’mon. No one hired me to steal anything or search Mrs. McCullen’s place. Just to check if she made it safely home and to keep an eye on her.”

  “How’d you find the laptop?” Chance asked.

  The boy’s face flushed a deeper shade of red. “Aw man, I found the ancient thing when I was trying to pry the wall slat away so I could jimmy the door open easier and get inside the lamp room to see the view.”

  “The door to that platform was locked,” Chance said. “That should have been your first clue to stay out.”

  “Chad Sullivan!” Emily shouted at the panicked kid.

  The teenager shifted uncomfortably under her intense stare. “I didn’t break in. The main level door to the lighthouse was unlocked. Just the one up to the next level was locked. Besides taking a look at the view I wanted to see if you were coming, like Skip asked me to do at the fair.”

  “Do you know you could have broken your neck going up there without proper supervision?” Chance said sternly. “And you can go to prison for what you did. Trespassing, attempted stealing and assault when you crashed into me. You’re setting yourself and your parents up for some heavy-duty grief.”

  Emily’s heart went out to Chad as he looked about to cry. But Chance was right. Chad could have fallen and hurt himself or even died.

  Chance’s voice turned soft and gentle. “Do you know what happens to a young man like yourself in prison?”

  The teen’s eyes widened into worrisome saucers and his Adam’s apple bounced uncontrollably.

  “You don’t want to ever find out, kid. Believe me. If I ever hear you’re in trouble again, Emily and I will come forward and report what happened at her lighthouse the other night. They’ll slap ten to fifteen years on to your sentence. Hell, that’s conservative, twenty years, and with any luck, you’ll get out when you’re an old man like me. Is that clear?”

  Chad nodded his head slowly, his face showing all the fear a sixteen-year-old’s imagination could conjure.

  “Now I want you to apologize to Emily,” Chance commanded.

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. McCullen. I truly am.”

  “I wish I could say it’s all right, Chad.” Emily sighed.

  “Yes, ma’am.” The boy’s face turned pale as a ghost. Obviously it had sunk in how extremely lucky he was to be let off so easily.

  “I will have to speak to your parents about this matter the next time I’m in town,” Emily said.

  The boy shook his head, his wide gray eyes pleading with her not to do that.

  “That won’t be necessary, Emily,” Chance said. “He understands. Don’t you, kid?”

  “Yes.”

  “Next summer you’ll work at seaweeding here with Emily. It’ll keep you out of trouble,” he commanded.

  “She’s selling her place, sir. She won’t be here next year.”

  “She’ll be here. She won’t sell.”

  Emily started at Chance’s words. How dare he say she wasn’t selling the lighthouse.

  “She’ll be in touch next summer,” Chance said.

  “Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”

  “Now tell Cole I want to speak with him at his earliest convenience.”

  “I can’t,” the boy cried.

  “Why the hell not?”

  “I don’t know how to contact him, sir. He said he’d contact me tonight.”

  “Tell him when you hear from him then.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Chance released the boy and Chad sped off like a bullet headlong through the nearby bushes.

  “You let him off way too easy, Chance. If he were my kid…”

  “He’s almost a man, Emily. Do you know how humiliated he would have been if you’d told his parents?”

  “As well he should be. What he did is serious. He could have fallen and been seriously injured or died.”

  “If you treat him like a criminal, then he’ll turn into one. Just the threat of his parents ever being told about this should hold him in line.”

  “What if it doesn’t?”

  “Has he ever been in trouble with the law before?”

  “No. Maybe he’s never been caught. You could be encouraging him by letting him get away with it. He might try something again.”

  Chance sighed and remained silent for a moment. He seemed to be deep in thought then finally spoke.

  “I think I’m a pretty good judge of character. He strikes me as the type of kid who’s very sensitive to other peoples’ opinions about him.”

  “Yes, he is. I’ve known him since he was about eight, but kids change.”

  “It’s called growing up, Em. For a young man it’s tough enough. It’s kind of nice when someone cuts you some slack once in a while. Makes you think twice as hard.”

  “You speaking from experience?”

  He laughed. “I was sixteen at one point.”

  “And…what about your jail speech? Is that from experience too?”

  She noticed him stiffen at her accusation and her tummy hollowed in a warning. Okay jail time was definitely on his plate.

  Chance stiffened.

  “Something bad happened to you in the past, didn’t it?”

  “Why don’t we keep my past out of the present,” he said curtly. “Let’s get back to work.”

  He began piling the food containers into the empty cooler. Obviously it was her turn to strike a nerve. And by the way his jaw was clenched, it was a very painful and raw nerve.

  Chapter Eleven

  “So this is your factory?” Chance said as he scanned the run-down-looking warehouse dominating most of the nearby shoreline.

  Emily smiled to herself. Thankfully he hadn’t mentioned what had happened on the beach between them during lunchtime when they’d returned to seaweeding for the rest of the afternoon. She was still dealing with the excitement of having a fantastic orgasm as well as the embarrassment of being mouth-fucked by a total stranger.

  “Used to be the local fish-processing plant until it went belly-up. We bought it and the weed is dried inside before shipping it out to the separate factories to do with what they will. I know it doesn’t look too impressive from the outside, but we’re expanding slowly.”

  “That’s the best way to go. Nice and slow. You don’t make as many mistakes that way.” He lifted his hand to wave to someone. “Who is that lady over there? She seems excited to see us.”

  Emily spied the tall, dark-haired woman who was waving wildly at them. “That’s Jen, my partner. We went to high school together and then she moved to British Columbia to work in a greenhouse and nursery. She came back last year and we hitched up as if the years hadn’t slipped away between us.”

  “Hi, Emily!” Jen shouted from the wharf. “Slip 10 is open. Bring her in.”

  Emily waved back acknowledgment and steered Sweet Lies toward the end of the wharf. A few minutes later they climbed out of the tugboat and she made the introductions. “Chance Donovan this is Jen Crystal. Jen, this is Chance.”

  Chance extended his hand and they shook. “Pleased to meet you, ma’am.”

  “Ma’am?” Jen laughed. “Please, Chance, leave the ma’am out on the ocean for the boss lady. She’ll appreciate it more than I ever will.”

  “Will do.” Chance chuckled.

  Jen placed her hands on her hips and shook her head as she stared curiously at Chance. “I heard about you. You’re the one who outbid Emily’s fiancé for a date with her.” She didn’t wait for an answer as she turned to Emily. “I got your wedding invitation in the mail a few days ago.”

  Emily’s heart sank at the news.

  “That’s my cue to cut out,” Chance said. “I’ve got a few errands to run unless you need help unloading?”

  “The workers unload.” Jen grinned. “That’s what we pay them the big bucks for.”

  “Don’t you want to come inside and take a look around? Get some more info about seaweeding?” Emily teased, knowing he probably had enough seaweed.

  He winked. “Thanks, but I’ll
take a rain check.”

  Emily nodded, remembering firsthand how she couldn’t wait to be free of seaweeding on her first few days back on the job.

  “One hour long enough?”

  “Should do.”

  “Meet back here?”

  “Sure thing,” Chance replied, and turned to her friend.

  “Nice meeting you, Jen.”

  “Likewise,” Jen said cheerfully.

  Emily watched as he sauntered off down the pier.

  “Nice buns!” Jen shouted after Chance.

  He threw them a sheepish grin over his shoulder, and when he disappeared around the corner of the factory, Jen focused her attention on Emily. She was giggling with excitement and her brown eyes flashed with curiosity.

  Oh God. If Jen only knew what had happened today, she would be screaming with joy. Jen didn’t think Skip was right for her and she’d been quite vocal with her protests about the impending wedding. For a split second she almost confessed to Jen that things had gotten very complicated very fast with Chance and totally out of control. But then Jen grabbed her by the hand and started tugging her toward the back door of the factory.

  “My God, Emily. Where did you fish him out from? He’s absolutely to die for.” She cooed dreamily.

  “He’s an old friend of my husband’s,” Emily announced, hoping this would be the end of her friend’s curiosity.

  “An old friend of Steve’s, eh? He sure doesn’t like the idea of you getting married. He’s got the hots for you.”

  “I brought a big load of seaweed, Jen,” Emily said, trying to change the subject. It didn’t work.

  “Girl! By the way you’re blushing I’d say you’re interested in him too. What has been going on between you two?”

  Here was her chance to spill the beans, but she just couldn’t do it. What had happened with Chance going down on her seemed something too personal to share.

  “Nothing.” Emily avoided Jen’s eager stare.

  “Nothing, my behind.” Jen grinned. “More like something. A little la-de-da before the wedding? If you know what I mean?”