Big drops of rain began to pelt the sand. We heard them hit before we felt them, but soon they were stinging our skin as they fell with a vicious velocity. Matt grabbed my hand and we ran back to his truck, clamoring on the wooden ramp leading from the gazebo. He quickly ensconced me on the passenger side then ran around to the driver’s side as the heavens poured forth their stored bounty. Matt’s hair was plastered to his head and his t-shirt was soaked clear through within seconds. He looked amazingly sexy and as a river of rain creased his cheek and ran off his chin I had an overwhelming urge to stem the flow with my tongue.
I watched as he reached around the seat for a towel from the floor of the back seat. He roughly toweled his hair leaving it attractively mussed, if there is such an oxymoron, and on him, apparently there was. I was not expecting him to slip off his wet shirt and toss it onto the back seat. But there he was, God’s gift to women, Adonis with damp, dark, curling hair everywhere. I shivered, but I was far from cold.
He started up the truck and although I had heard him say we were anxious to leave the island, he certainly was not. Turning left he went to the west end of the beach and parked at the end of the road facing Bird Island and the marshes between. The rain was coming down in sheets now and although it was only four in the afternoon, it was gray enough to pass for dusk. He sat staring ahead with his arm draped over the steering wheel.
“Take off your shirt, and then your bra.”
“What?” not sure I had heard right.
“I’m shirtless and I think you should be, too.”
We were secluded, somewhat. I mean we were in plain view of several houses, but we were facing away from them. And with the amount of rain coming down, visibility was just a few feet at best. I hesitated; I had never done anything like this before. And I knew if we started something, he was going to want to finish it. I felt heat travel through me so quickly that I looked through the windshield to see if lightning was flashing in the darkening expanse of sky.
“I’m waiting.” He turned in his seat, facing me and threw his arm over the back of his seat. I looked at his broad muscled chest and suddenly I wanted him as much as his eyes were telling me that he wanted me. I unbuttoned my gauzy white blouse, probably too slowly for him, but as the buttons were tiny, they required a fair amount of effort. When all the buttons were undone, his hand snaked over and with one finger he pushed each placket off to the side, exposing the upper swells of my breasts that were overflowing the demi cups of my bra.
“You have the most amazing tits, I can never seem to get enough of them,” he whispered as he leaned forward and kissed the blushing flesh on my heaving chest. I felt my nipples pebble under the protective cups, straining to poke through to find his searching lips.
His hand slid around my side and up my back where he nimbly flicked the clasp on my bra, instantly easing the tension and sending the tantalizing message that he couldn’t wait for me to bare my breasts to his eyes, eyes that were now filled with fiery glints. That he had to take control and do it himself so he could rake those passion-filled eyes over my body right this very minute pleased me very much. My shirt was stripped off my shoulders and the bra with it, gently, but with a no-nonsense, single-minded dispatch.
I sat in the corner, against the door, halfway off the seat as I watched his eyes drink me in. I was in a car, well actually a truck, completely topless, flaunting my breasts to anyone who cared to peak through the glass window behind him. I felt wanton and unbelievably wet, and not just from the rain. When his hand stole out and his fingers closed around a breast, lightly squeezing it, I was thankful his truck had leather seats. Then his long tapered fingers reached out and with each hand he firmly captured a nipple, creating waves of desire undulating throughout my womb. He tugged and pulled me toward him, exerting steady, even pressure on my nipples as he tugged me over to him until the only thing between us was the console. I knew that only a man used to having power over women could lead them around by their breasts and I wasn’t sure whether I liked that or not. But then he bent to kiss me and I no longer cared who was in the driver’s seat, literally.
I parted my lips for his kiss. I doubt I will ever remember a kiss more. While his tongue lingered and tasted, infinitesimally tender as it delved in and out of my mouth, his fingers were just one shade left of cruel. I have never been enflamed more. The magic of his plucking and pinching on my now impossibly-elongated nipples was sending me into a fever-pitched frenzy that was causing my hips to arch off the seat so I could thrust my aching core toward him for contact, for something to press itself against. As if reading my mind, his hand dove under my skirt and as the heel of his hand pressed tightly to my mound with increasing pressure, I sobbed and then shattered.
“Aw baby, look what you’re doing to me.” He removed his hand from under my skirt and captured mine, dragging it down to clasp the ridge straining against his zipper. The way he was tenting the fabric and using all the available space made it hard for us to get his zipper down but as we both worked at it I enjoyed his groans of agony. Then reaching into the opening I felt the wetness that coated him. Almost before I knew what he was up to, he had lifted me to straddle him, this time his back was anchored against the door as he slumped in the driver’s seat. Nimble fingers moved my thong aside and with admirable precision, and no hesitation, he impaled me. Hands on my hips, he lifted me and re-sat me to his precise liking and then he coached me to keep the frenetic pace he set for us.
“Yes, yes, there, yes!” he shouted as he bucked under me. Above him I was able to watch his face as frenzied tension flitted to become rock hard grimacing. Then I marveled as his passion-filled, out of control spasms washed over him and left a sublime angelic expression with his release.
“Oh woman, what you do to me,” he breathed against my cheek as he pulled me down to him and let out a heartfelt sigh. We lay still, me settled against his chest listening to his heartbeat equalize while the rain drummed on the roof.
Then I felt his hand on me separating us. Moments later his fingers brought me back to life. “Let’s go back to your place; I don’t feel I did justice to you. I want a do over. And I can’t think of a single thing I’d rather do than spend a rainy evening in bed with you.”
I sat up and his hand cupped my chin. He stretched to take my lips with his. I watched him close his eyes as we made contact. I loved his kisses and it did incredible things to me to know that he was anticipating savoring mine.
We sat at the bridge and watched as two barges threaded their way through. It was really raining hard, but we were cozy and warm in the truck. “I like you topless, Cat. I think, we should do this more often. You and I could have a real future in automatic car washing, in fact; maybe I should buy a few of them.
We didn’t make it into the bedroom before he fell on me, pulling me down to the floor in the hallway. Gimlet was happy to see us so as she licked our faces, Matt worked at removing our clothes, making meager progress.
I was on my stomach trying to catch my breath as his hands suddenly lifted me to all fours. He managed to get my panties down around my thighs and my skirt up past my waist. My campy white shirt was hanging open and my bra was pushed up over my breasts causing them to spill out and expose my nipples.
His hands were everywhere at once, caressing my hips, stroking my thighs and forcing my stance to widen by inserting his thighs. A thumb ran down the crack of my ass, experimented for a split second, then rimmed my asshole just before he placed himself at my vaginal opening and rammed into me. Without his hands on my hips I would never have been able to keep up with him as he was taking me faster than I thought was humanly possible.
Listening to his grunts and moans made me smile in satisfaction; this man was totally in tune to my body and he was using it for his complete and utter pleasure. It gave me great satisfaction to know that I could please him so completely, as clearly he was out of his head with lust right now. He was enjoying me in a way that I knew most men preferred. An instinct surface
d and I reached under to caress his swaying, plunging sacs and was rewarded with a primal keening followed by a guttural groan that clearly showed his threshold for pleasure was upon him. His hand found a swaying breast and he plucked greedily on my nipple as if he was milking me, then his thumb passed through the long crevice of my backside and sank into my tight anal opening. I was overcome with my own brand of lust and I shoved back against him as hard as I could. He thrust himself fully into me, so hard that had I not steadied myself with my hands, I would have been flattened on the floor with him on top of me. We eventually ended up that way anyway, both panting and gasping for breath and shooing the excited dog away.
When he found the energy, he managed to stand up and pull me up beside him. A heavy-lidded worn out man is a sight to behold, he was magnificent in his sated stupor. He led me into the bedroom and from there to the master bathroom where he turned on the shower before tugging what remained of our clothes off. In the shower we both picked a wall to lean against as hot water pelted us. He looked so damn handsome as the water trickled off his chin. He looked over at me and with the most adorable sideways grin said, “You know, if I owned you you’d never be able to cover those again.” With a lift of his chin he indicated my breasts.
“You mean owned as in feudal lords and chattel?”
“Yup. Exposed forever.”
“What about the servants, the knights, and the rest of your family and friends?”
“I wouldn’t care,” he said with a widening grin, “just as long as I wasn’t denied the pleasure of viewing you.”
“Has anybody ever told you that you are an odd duck?”
He nodded as he replied. “Don’t care. Your tits are that spectacular, they shouldn’t be covered by anything. Ever.”
The timber of his voice caused me to shiver despite the steam billowing around us. He pushed off the wall, squirted a handful of soap into his palm and proceeded to wash me doing an admirably thorough job. I turned to repay the favor but he held out a hand, “Oh no, no you don’t. I have plans for you later and if you touch me, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to carry through with them. He washed himself while I shampooed my hair and peeked out between soapy locks to enjoy his long-limbed grace and muscled body. I could not remember the last time I had been taken twice in one day nevertheless three times and I felt giddy like a school girl that he found me so desirable. When I stepped out of the shower he was already gone, his wet towel draped over the counter. I dried off, ran a comb through my hair and wrapped my own towel around my body.
He was propped up on the bed, the pillows askew with Gimlet looking innocently up at me from atop mine, like she was going to be allowed to stay there.
Matt’s penis jumped as if flexing or maybe waving and I was impressed. “How do you do that?”
He gave me his own innocent look and I pointed.
“Oh, that. The question is how do you do that? I really don’t have that much control over it. But apparently you do.”
He tugged at the knot on the towel above my breasts. “I thought I told you I didn’t want your tits covered.”
He’d been crude all day so I thought I’d call him on it. “I get that you like my tits, but what about my pussy? What do you think of that?” I asked as I crawled up his body.
His eyebrows shot up and a playful glint came to his eyes.
“Delectable. In fact, sit here.” He slid down and pulled the pillow from beneath his head as he tapped his jaw by his lips to indicate where I should sit. Gimlet, unseated, ended up on the floor. I could almost hear her harrumph as she made her way to her food dish in the kitchen, her nails clicking on the tile floor.
I felt myself generously wetting the area in question as Matt’s large hands clasped my hips and he lifted me up to his chest where he shed me of the towel before setting me where he wanted me. He was “delecting” me when his cell phone rang.
Chapter Twenty-two
A Woman Scorned Needless to say, even though Matt made no move to answer the phone that was ringing in his trousers, the mood was broken. But diligently he continued as if nothing had happened until he felt me squirm and move away.
“It’s not going to happen is it?” he asked. “Not ‘til you answer your phone. It could be important.”
“Nothing is more important than you. Besides I didn’t recognize the ring tone so it’s probably a wrong number.
I pushed off from his chest and went to retrieve the offending instrument of technology that was ruining my pleasure.
It had stopped ringing by the time I fished it out of the pocket but I tossed it to him anyway. Deftly he flipped open the case, stared questionably at the display and hit the recall button.
I watched his face as he listened. It went from idly amused, to concerned, to panicked. “Shit! And you have no idea where she could have taken her?” Then, “Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He clicked the phone shut with obvious disgust.
“What’s wrong?”
“That was Connor. Kelly’s missing. She went to the ladies room and hasn’t been seen since. A woman said she saw her talking to a woman who was hissing at her and wagging her finger in her face. The way she described her, it sounds like it was Amelia, Connor’s wife.”
“Wife? I thought Kelly was his wife!”
“Are you daft? Did Kelly seem like a wife, did she look like she had birthed five kids?”
“Well no, she didn’t, but I . . . You knew her . . . She was here with him while he was getting an award from his company . . .” I didn’t know what to say, this was all so strange.
“Geez, Cat, she’s his mistress, couldn’t you tell that? And I know her because he takes her on most of his trips and he sells product to my companies. Hell, I’m probably the reason he won this fricking award.” He snatched his clothes up off the floor, obviously very angry. I wasn’t sure it was with Connor or Kelly, or with me because of my stupidity. Of course she was his mistress, it all made sense now, sort of.
“So what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to go look for her. If Amelia was bold enough to barge into the ladies room and accost Kelly, who knows what else she’s capable of.”
“I’m not sure what I’d be capable of either if I was left alone with five children while my husband went off to a resort with his mistress. How long has this been going on?”
“Years,” he said as he yanked his shirt on. “Since the first kid I think, but Kelly’s new on the scene, I think they’ve only been together six months or so.”
“You make this sound like it’s normal,” I said as I opened dresser drawers and took out underwear, jeans and a shirt.
“It is, at least in the corporate world. What are you doing?”
“I’m coming with you, maybe I can help find her.”
“Fine.” Clearly unhappy about the events, he stomped out of the house and I followed.
We drove to the Carolina Conference Center where Kelly had last been seen. I went into the ladies room to see if there was anything I could find. There were a few women in the stalls and one fixing her makeup. I described Kelly and asked if she remembered her.
“Oh, I remember her, she was feeling no pain but I haven’t seen her for an hour or more.”
A Mexican woman was in the corner sweeping the floor and pointing to her pile of dirt. “Her dress?” she asked. Shiny sequins of blue and green twinkled, a serious collection, not just a few that had managed to come loose.
The other woman walked over and looked down. “Yeah, they could have come from her dress, it was a pretty little number of teals and blues. Maybe she tore it and had to go back to her room.”
I bent and retrieved a few from the pile, thanked both women and went to find Matt. He was standing by Connor who was shaking his head and running his hand through his hair at the nape of his neck. As I approached I heard him say, “Just what the hell am I going to do?”
“Well the first thing you’re going to do is to find Kelly. Then you either crawl b
ack on your hands and knees to Amelia or you end it and do the honorable thing. Now that she knows you’ve got no choice. You can’t have both anymore.”
“I want Kelly, but I don’t want to give up my kids! And I don’t have the kind of money Amelia’s going to take me for.”
I stepped up and interrupted. “I don’t think you should worry about all that right now, a woman in there said Kelly was trashed and that these are most likely from her dress. There’s a lot of them, and sequins are sewn on individually so, there’s probably a big tear in her dress. Either she went back to the room to fix it or she got into a fight.’
Connor looked at the sequins and beads I held out, his eyes wide as he stared at my palm.
“Are they from her dress?” Matt asked.
“Yes,” Connor whispered, “and it wasn’t torn when she left for the restroom.”
“Then we have to assume Amelia took her somewhere.” Matt looked around. We were standing just outside the only ladies room. There were two exits down a long corridor leading to the front door with a reception area that was always manned when there were big events. The other was a side exit that led to the little garden that was used to show the variety of plants that grew well in the area. It was popular for weddings as it was beautiful and tranquil with a lovely view of the eighteenth green of the Byrd Golf Course.
Matt, coming to the same conclusion that I had, strode to the door and went outside into the humid night. The rain had left everything damp and it was easy to see where it had been flattened recently. The three of us followed the trail as it went off to the right and around the building until it ended at the Blue Pavilion next door. The Blue Pavilion had had many uses since it was first built over fifteen years ago, but now it was used as an administration and storage building. It was dark and shrouded in the late night gloom, there were no lights coming from the inside and the only light focused on the exterior came from the parking lot lamps fifty feet away.
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