by M. Garnet
Chapter Nine
Day One: Eyes of Dangerous Love
“We need to talk.”
He didn’t turn around, just looked through the lace at the treetops outside. But the voice did it all for me.
I stopped fussing with the covers and turned around. With weak knees, I sat down on the side of the bed. This wasn’t what I had expected. My alarm was going off, but I didn’t see any weapons on him. Of course, I remembered him taking out a couple of guys without any weapons. Still, my alarm felt different. I felt like I was reading everything wrong.
“As an eighteen year old wild kid, I got in some trouble.”
His voice was low as if he was talking more to himself than to me.
“It wasn’t very serious, but my dad was a drunk and my mom had been gone for years. The judge gave me a choice, Army, or jail. So, being a smartass, I thought I was getting away with something by enlisting, but I found a home. First of all, I excelled in all my training. I actually liked being told what to do, having my food and clothes supplied, my bed always there, transportation provided. These weren’t always first class, but from where I came from, they were a definite step up. I just looked at the complainers around me with contempt.”
There was a pause, more like he was remembering, not searching for the words. I wondered if he was talking to me or to himself.
“Then, I found out I could take some schooling. I spent as much time in classes as I did on the field. They ran some special tests, the service liked to do that, the psych tests, reflex, recognition, and so on. I scored off the charts. I got into Ranger school and made the team. I got field promotions. Eventually, several of us got contacted by CIA and we were assigned by the Rangers to CIA and we did whatever they wanted.”
I watched his back as he recited the short story of the history of his life. He had his hands in his pockets, but I saw the tension in the muscles of his arms. The tension was growing with the story. This was bad.
“It didn’t take us long to start to dislike some of the assignments. Shooting a really bad guy as he walked out of a bank from a distance wasn’t a lot of fun, but it was acceptable. Then, there were the orders to blow up people that had…”
He finally turned, but didn’t look at me.
“…collateral damage, other people that might have been too close to the explosion. Some of us began to question the orders. As we were still in the military, they reminded us that you don’t question orders. Except it didn’t feel like the military. It felt like a killing squad.”
He leaned his hips back against the windowsill, finally looking at me with those intense dark eyes.
“They really liked me, I had a sixth sense. I often knew when we shouldn’t go through a door. When someone was telling a lie even when they had passed the lie detector. Then, they discovered that no one could sneak up on me, so they decided I was really an asset they didn’t want to give up, even if my enlistment was up. They offered me a lot, money, a higher title, more choice on assignments. They got down and dirty as they explained that like it or not, I was in. They weren’t letting me out. I knew they threatened some with families, but I had no one or nothing that they could hold over me, so one day when I had enough, I walked away.”
Now, he began to walk over to me. I sat up a little straighter and glanced towards the door, debating if I could make the distance. I remembered a couple of alleys with the bodies of men who were probably trained a lot better than I was. I sat and watched. He stopped in front of me.
“Then, I went to Cincinnati to find and help a friend. I got one of those sixth sense warnings, but it was from a very attractive woman, not some Columbian drug lord. Unfortunately, she drew the attention of the wrong people. I couldn’t help her and I couldn’t help my friend and here we are.” He was standing so close, his legs were against my knees. I slid back on the bed, leaning back on one arm, looking up at him.
I drew in a breath. “And here we are? Exactly where does that leave us? Toledo wasn’t high on my tour list.” I was pleased that my voice sounded steady because my body wasn’t. My stomach was heating up. I could feel a strange feeling crawling up my back.
“I thought we should follow up on that kiss at the Seven-Eleven.” He leaned down and I looked up in complete shock. I guess I was expecting anything but this. If he had drawn a gun, if he had threatened me, if he had told me he was turning me over to the CIA or the police or the military, or that F. J. Franklin guy, I would have had the anger to fight.
Instead, he lowered his head. I watched the dark eyes just came closer and I just sat frozen in shock. Then, I felt his hand on the back of my head, his lips touching mine and I closed my eyes. I have had a lot of dates. I had two guys I had ho-hum sex with. I didn’t have an active life, so I could count the guys I had kissed seriously on one hand. This wasn’t one of those types of kisses.
I just felt the soft touch at first, but, then there was a heat that built, and the touch of his tongue on my lips. I surprised myself when I became aware that my mouth was opening with an invitation that welcomed the invasion. The warmth along with the sensation was moving down my body. My brain was shutting down as my body opened up.
I felt the bed behind me, realizing that Tim had gotten us both down full-length on the bed, but he had not removed his mouth from mine. I didn’t want him to, because the intense feeling of the kiss was traveling through me. He finally raised his head, moving his lips so softly over my damaged cheek. Then, I felt the heat really turn on in my body. He went beyond my cheek to my ear. He found my neck, then the pulse that I knew was beating fast and heavy with each breath I was taking. There was another pulse that I was feeling, and it was in response to his hand which had found its way under my shirt and up over my bra, cupping one breast, which was responding in a way that I had never felt before.
“Tim,” I whispered, because that was all that would come out. I tried to pull his head up, but he burrowed further down into my collarbone. I gasped as he moved his hand down to the waist of my jeans. I felt him begin to unbutton the first metal clip so he could pull the zipper down.
“Tim.” I did get the name out louder this time, and he rose up. By this time, the heat in my stomach was actual pain.
“You don’t want this?” he asked me.
There was a strange look in his eyes, those magical black eyes. “I feel a connection. I don’t feel I am reading you wrong.”
I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I didn’t know how to explain it, but I knew I had to do something soon about the pain in my stomach. “Tim, you scare me beyond words. I know you are a killer. But beyond that, I will admit that I am drawn to you in a way I cannot explain.” He smiled, listening to me as he reached for the buttons on my blouse.
“Wait.” I heard the panic in my voice. He did stop on the third button, looking down at me. “First, I don’t know how to explain this, and I don’t want to disappoint you.” I went to draw up my legs. I was surprised to find he had a knee between mine, but I did draw up the one free leg to tilt my knee inward. He seemed to be waiting, so I tried to find the words. “First I have this real hot pain in my stomach. I have always had it when I get close to you. It is how I know when you are around, and right now, it is like a knife. Also, Tim, it is a little awkward to talk about, especially with you undressing me on a bed, but, well, see sex is not a very good thing for me. I tried it a couple of times and well, nothing. I am afraid with this pain in my gut, you are in for a big disappointment.” By this time, I had brought my knee up high and I pushed my free hand against my stomach.
Tim looked at me for another moment, then moved his body. I thought he was going to get up to leave, but he just sat enough to reach down and start pulling off my shoes. I lay still just watching, fascinated at how fast he got my ties undone. The shoes and socks were off. With him sitting up, my stomach was not eating itself as much. But, then he surprised me as he grabbed me by my hips and literally flipped me over face down on the bed. I let out a y
elp with my arms up on each side of my head. I started to push up on my hands, but he placed his hand in the middle of my back gently to hold me back down as he pulled my jeans and panties off.
“Give me a chance.” It was all he said, but his voice was very low. I lay still as he moved off the bed, then he was back. I lay still as he pulled my blouse off and unsnapped my bra. He began kissing the back of my knee. I sucked in a quick breath from the erotic feeling, closing my eyes. The heat in my stomach was changing. The feeling that was traveling up from the touch of his mouth was something I couldn’t describe. I think I had accidentally touched a live wire. He moved upward, trailing wet kisses on the back of my leg that caused me to start to squirm. It felt unbelievably sensual with the heat of it sending me off the wall.
I felt his teeth as he nipped at the round of my bottom. I tried to turn over, but he held me pinned to the bed. I know that a low moan escaped my throat. He moved over my bottom to my backbone to run his tongue around the tip and regained his travel upward. By the time he got to my neck he had worked his hands up my arms. He was stretched out against me and I knew he was undressed. Using his legs with my arms, he eased me over onto my back. Again, he claimed my lips, but by this time I was ready. His kiss was something that I now longed for, that my mouth responded to as if it were part of me to have his lips on mine. I was surprised when he pulled my tongue. I felt the gentle bite of his teeth and the thrill of the threat of the teeth made muscles curl all the way to my toes.
He moved those hot lips down my neck to my shoulder to my breast. But now I found the feeling of pleasure in my body was being overshadowed by a pain in my stomach. I tried to draw my legs up and a stab of pain hit me again.
He raised his head looking at me.
“What is it?”
“The pain in my stomach.” I didn’t recognize my own voice.
He looked at me for a long moment. “I feel a heat in my groin that I haven’t felt with any other woman. Let me see if I can find a way to ease that pain.” He put both legs between mine, but didn’t pull his body off, but reached down with a hand, and with my legs spread by his body, he slowly eased his hand down to my pubic hair, then lower. Oh, God, that hot rough hand. He spread my lips, then I threw my head back against the bed as he first toyed with that tiny nub of womanhood that no one had addressed before. He inserted a finger into me. I felt a clinching of muscles that brought a spasm running through me. I had an orgasm, the real kind that every woman wants. As I relaxed, running the wonderful thought through my mind, he used his hand again and again. He played with that tiny nub causing me to push my hips upward. I couldn’t help it. I just felt the grip of muscles tighten. He held the nub and pushed his fingers. I was surprised to hear my moan wanting a release as the muscles tightened around his fingers. He stroked the nub, making me shudder. I found I hadn’t been breathing and I grabbed air before I fell back.
He finally lifted his hips. I felt him push his swollen male wholeness against me. “Michelle, look at me.” I heard the order through a haze, but I opened my eyes to see above me those dark black eyes and I just fell into them. I could not move, I could not resist, I felt the pain in my stomach coil down to meet the entry point where Tim’s hand had been replaced by his large shaft that he was holding at that wet entry to me. Then, still watching my face, he moved forward and pushed into me. At first, I felt that it would hurt, but of course it didn’t. There was no pain, and the pain went away in my stomach. There was only the heat from him and from me.
I saw a slow wicked satisfied smile move over his face. I knew he had realized he was right as he began to move.
“Don’t close your eyes.”
He continued to look at me. I couldn’t have closed my eyes if I had wanted. I was totally without any will of my own, just lost in the sensations pouring through my body. Somewhere in this aura of floating pleasure I saw the surprise in his face.
I saw when the heat passed from my body to his. He gasped, thrusting harder. Finally, he was the one who had to close his eyes. Now, I closed mine and in the darkness behind my eyelids, I saw the universe as I slipped over the edge of emotions I had never felt before. I knew that we both reached a peak together, but we held there for an eternity before we fell and fell and fell. We both crumbled together, entangled sweaty arms and crossed legs on the bed that had become real again.
I lay still with the heavy weight of his arm and shoulder across my chest. I really didn’t want to have to move—ever. Maybe I would die, then someone would find me. They would just tuck me away in the ground. I would be happy because I thought I just visited heaven. I shifted just a tiny bit to ease the pressure on my chest as I rolled my head sideways to look at Tim. He lay beside me, mostly on me with those dangerous dark eyes still closed.
“Tim, are you okay?” My voice was only a whisper.
I saw that crooked smile pull at his lips. He brought his hand over my breast, but he didn’t open his eyes. That was his only movement.
“All right, I guess that means you are still alive.” I reached over softly, pushing back a short wet curl behind his ear.
I saw his eyes slowly open. He didn’t move, but he was looking at me. “There was a time when I had to try out my manhood whenever I could, fuck whatever I could get into the back seat. Then I got smart and became choosey, but I have never, ever experienced what I just had with you. I don’t want to take anything away from it, but maybe some of it has to do with our extra senses. But, Jesus, Michelle, it was unbelievable.”
He pulled me over to kiss me gently and it felt so good.
“There can never be another. You have totally bound me in a way I can’t explain.”
I looked into the eyes that I now wanted to stare at every day for the rest of my life. “Could we do it again?” I asked in some strange little girl voice that I almost didn’t realize was mine.
I heard him laugh deep in his chest as he looked down at himself. I looked down also—it was the first time I had gotten to admire him in the buff, and wow, there was a lot to admire. Then, I blushed. I sounded like Connie. I never said or thought those kinds of things before.
But I was soon too busy to think about anything as Tim rolled onto his back. Using his strength in those arms, he pulled me up to straddle him. I placed my hands on his shoulders to help hold myself as he held onto my hips.
“Tim, I’m not this inventive, so maybe we could just…” But I didn’t want to say anything else as he lowered me down onto him. I felt the full length of him push up into me as my weight shoved me down onto him. I let my head lean back to feel the heat build again as he urged me up with his hands. Someone else must have taken over my body because I used my bent legs to rise up and then lower again.
I don’t know where the wanton woman came from or who had taken over my body, but some of it came from that strange heat that built in my lower stomach, then circled down to the entire muscles of my womanhood. I could feel it move around that amazing shaft that my body gripped within me.
The movement of the two of us became almost a dance. I lowered my head so that I leaned forward to find his lips. My hair fell around us both. I let his strong hands move my body. I knew the heat from me had moved to him again as I felt him push up with his legs and with his mouth on mine as he moaned. The slide over the top was a rollercoaster down the other side, but a slower gentle glide this time. I just let myself fall down on his chest, lying with him inside me, listening to his strong heart beating.
I couldn’t believe it, but we both seemed to fall asleep. I felt the tingle of one of my feet from lack of circulation so I slowly lifted my head and then my body.
Tim looked up at me as he raised his hand to touch my bruised cheek, gently “Did we hurt that?”
I smiled. “I really don’t know. I was feeling something else. I think I need a quick shower and a toothbrush.”
“I’m sorry. I have mine in the bathroom, but I don’t have a new one.”
I really
had to give a small laugh, then. “I think what we just went though has traded all the proteins we have in our system, so I am going to use yours.” I got up and went into the bathroom, not even self-conscious. I took the quick shower. It only took a moment to find and use his toothbrush. I used his comb, then finally decided I could go back into the bedroom. Tim was sitting up. He rose, gave me a quick kiss and moved to take his turn in the bathroom. I heard the shower. I got dressed, taking my time hunting for items to wear.
I finally went downstairs and stopped in the kitchen door as Charley came in the back door. He had his hands full of bags. He looked at me with a smile as he sat his cache down, then quickly went back to hang up his coat.
“I got us some fresh vegetables for salad. Give us a better meal,” he was explaining as he unloaded the bags.
I knew when Tim was at the top of the stairs. I knew when he came down slowly. I was so pleased when he came up behind me to wrap his arm around my upper shoulder over my neck and pulled me against him. I could feel his breath on the top of my head. I sighed in contentment.
Charley held up some apples, then stopped for only a second, looking at us. He nodded gand went back to putting away his prizes.
Tim spoke to him over my head. “You got a car?”
“Yep, you will like it. It is clean, with the GPS tracking removed. When are you leaving?”
Tim hung on to me, but I knew he was looking out the back windows of the house. “We must leave as soon as possible. I can’t allow anyone to be drawn here. I must protect Michelle. We need to get on the road. We will eat, then at twilight we will go. You need to get rid of the bike. As usual, get rid of all traces of us.”
Tim kissed my head, and talking to me in my ear, he said. “I am getting us a couple of canvas suitcases. Take everything you have brought with you.”