by A. L Long
Leaning into her small frame, I gave her a long, wet kiss that was very much needed on my end. Tearing my lips from hers, I asked as I kept my mouth close to hers, “Miss me, baby?”
“Like crazy,” she responded, pressing her lips to mine.
I could have kissed her for days, right where we stood, just like this, but I knew sooner or later we needed to move. Smoothing my thumb across her cheek, I picked up my bag that I dropped in the heat of passion and headed inside the house. The most amazing scent teased my senses and my stomach began to protest. “Wow… Agnes must be cooking up a storm.”
“Yeah… If I stay here much longer, I am going to be as big as a house,” Tessa confessed jokingly.
As we both laughed for a moment, Agnes appeared, drying her hands on a dish towel. “I thought I heard your voice. Come, dinner is ready.”
Leaving my bag at the bottom of the stairs, I took Tessa’s hand and followed Agnes into the dining room. The table looked amazing. I couldn’t get over how much food had been placed on the long table. There was enough to feed at least twenty people. Looking over to Tessa, her eyes were as big as the moon.
Agnes must have noticed our expression of surprise. In a small childlike giggle, she confessed, “I may have gone a little overboard on dinner. I hope you two are hungry.”
Waiting until Tessa sat first, I took a seat next to her, grabbed my cloth napkin, and placed it on my lap. The water glasses had already been filled, but the crystal wine glasses were still dry. Within moments of taking our seats, Agnes came back to the dining room holding a bottle of red wine, which looked to be very expensive.
Holding it elegantly in my line of vision she asked politely, “I hope this cabernet will be to your liking?”
Nodding my head, I smiled at her and said, “It will be just fine, Agnes. Thank you.”
The aroma of the wine filled the space between us as she began pouring us each a glass full. Tessa was the first to take a sip, and by the expression that was displayed across her face, I would have to guess that she wasn’t much of a wine drinker. Her eyes squinted shut and her lips puckered, crying for something else to quench her thirst. Reaching for her glass of water, she downed about half of it before setting it back on the table. Thank God that Agnes had already left the room. I was pretty sure that the last thing that Tessa wanted to do was to hurt her feelings about her choice of wines.
Taking a small sip myself, to be safe, I swished it in my mouth, coating my palate with the divine flavor of sun-ripened grapes. I swallowed it down feeling like my mouth had been greatly rewarded. The moment I placed my glass on the table, Tessa’s eyes were on me, probably wondering how I could consume such a piquant liquid.
With a half-smile, I said, “It is an acquired taste.”
~*~*~*~
Finishing our dinner, we both decided to go for a walk to work off some of the wonderful food we consumed. Letting Agnes know that we would be right back, we headed out of the cabin and down a walking path that Tessa had found during her stay at the cabin. The weather had been exceptionally nice considering that we were at a higher elevation than the city and the mountains tended to be ten to fifteen degrees colder.
Placing my hand in hers, I allowed her to lead us down the narrow path. As we were walking, it was a surprise how fresh the air was. Even with the difference in altitude, my lungs expanded with no problem, taking in every clean breath.
“There’s something I want to show you,” Tessa said, as she deviated from the trail into a congregation of trees. I wasn’t sure where she was taking me, but just being with her was all I needed. Even the slight touch of us holding hands had my mind thinking of all sorts of nasty things that I wanted to do with her. With the smell of pine mixed with her own botanical scent, my imagination was beginning to spin as I thought about how it would feel to be deep inside her. There were so many trees around us, some small and some large, that would be perfect for what I had planned.
My fantasy came to a halt when we came upon a clearing. Although not very large, it was just enough to house a fire pit, which was embedded in the dirt and surrounded by timber seating that was creatively constructed in a tiered fashion circling the pit.
Before I could suggest we go back to the house, Tessa was at the pit removing the grate resting on top, getting ready to light the wood and branches that had been inside the pit. Reaching out to her before she could strike the match that she had pulled from her pocket, I had to burst her bubble, because it was getting too late for a fire. “I don’t think that is a good idea, Tessa.”
A disappointing look appeared on her face. Not because she wouldn’t be able to have a fire to sit by, but because she had felt like she had done something wrong. Lowering to her knees, she placed her hands on her lap and said in a shallow voice, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry.”
My first thought was, “What the hell did that bastard do to her to make her act in this way?” Taking her gently by the arms, I lifted her to a standing position and looked at her with regret. “Tessa, why would you apologize to me? I only meant that it was getting late and if we start a fire now, it may cause Agnes to worry. Besides, Jonathan should be at the house by now.”
“So, you aren’t angry with me?” she asked.
“I could never be angry at you, baby.”
Giving her a long overdue kiss, we proceeded back to the house. It was beginning to get dark and the last thing that I wanted was for us to get lost in the woods, even if it meant being alone with her. As we continued walking, I wanted to know what her relationship was with Colin. I wasn’t sure if she would even tell me. Even though she admitted he was not the man she thought he was, I still believed that she felt connected to him. If he ever found her, I knew that she could never resist going back to him. I had this sick feeling that he had groomed her into being his submissive and she was aware of where the boundaries were with him. This would explain her odd behavior earlier. One thing was for sure, I would never make her feel like she had to be afraid of me.
When we finally made it to the house, it had turned dark and I couldn’t have been happier that we found our way. It was a good thing that Tessa knew her surroundings well enough to know that we ended up off the trail somehow. Luckily, she still had the matches and was able to see that we were walking in the wrong direction.
As I was getting ready to open the front door, it flew open and a very disgruntled Jonathan was on the other side. “I was worried sick about you, myshka.”
“It’s okay, Papa, we are here now,” Tessa replied, giving him a compassionate hug.
I had no idea that these two had gotten so close. I was beginning to think that bringing them together was the best idea I had. Even though my life was messed up, it was nice to see that Tessa could finally have the life she deserved. I just needed to make sure that Colin would never be a part of it.
As we entered the house, Tessa went upstairs to take a bath while Jonathan and I went into the living room to talk. I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell him about my new-found information, but I knew that he deserved to know the truth about Kyle. Before he took a seat, I suggested, “You may want to pour yourself a drink before our chat.” As he looked at me with confusion, I continued, “I’ll take one as well.”
When he handed me a tumbler of what appeared to be vodka, I proceeded to sit on the leather couch while Jonathan took a seat across from me, on the leather chair. Taking a large sip of liquid courage, I placed my glass on the small table and began explaining what I had learned. “What do you know about Kyle Lincoln?” I asked bluntly.
I gazed over at him, gauging his reaction to Kyle’s name. Either he was a great actor, or he had no clue who he was. “I have never heard of him. Should I somehow know this man?” he questioned.
“He seems to know who you are,” I admitted. “He has the notion that you are his father and Tessa is his sister.” There wasn’t even a flinch as I told Jonathan what I had found out.
“I think this Kyle
person has received the wrong information,” Jonathan responded evenly.
“He had a birth certificate from Russia that proves it.”
“Anyone can forge a document these days. I wouldn’t be surprised if his entire identity is fake. There are many people in this world who hide behind a fake name to keep people away from knowing who they really are.”
I wasn’t sure what Jonathan was implying, but I felt as though his statement was aimed at me. There wasn’t any way that he could have known my true identity. I hardly knew the man and he certainly didn’t know me.
Assuming that he was talking about himself, I went along with what he was saying and offered a solution. “How about we test Mr. Lincoln’s theory and have a DNA test done like the one you did on Tessa?”
“I am for that. It would definitely put an end to this nonsense.”
~Fifteen~
Hearing Tessa’s voice was one thing that I would never get tired of. As I stood just outside the doorway to the bathroom, I could hear her humming what sounded like a lullaby of some sort. The tune was very soothing, one I had never heard before. Tapping lightly on the wall, I waited until she saw me before I entered her tranquil place. A mischievous smile accented her already beautiful face, which caused a sensation in my groin that I was all too familiar with whenever she was around.
Taking a seat on the rim of the large tub, I took the sponge that she had in her hand and began cleansing her back as she leaned forward. Her skin was so silky smooth, and it never ceased to amaze me just how soft it truly was. When she resumed her humming, I couldn’t help but ask, “What is the name of the song you are humming?”
Looking over to me, she stated, “I’m really not sure. I have been humming it for years, but could never find the name of it.”
“Well, it is very beautiful,” I admitted. “And your voice is just as beautiful.”
There was a pink glow that took over her face and I knew that she was a little embarrassed by my compliment. She had no reason to feel that way. I could listen to her voice forever.
Dipping the sponge in the water to rinse off the soap, I realized the water was no longer hot and was more on the side of lukewarm. Tessa must have been bathing for some time for the water to get so cold. Gathering the towel that she had placed on the counter, I stood from the rim of the tub and waited for her to get out. To my disbelief there was a scar on her shoulder blade that was hidden under the length of her hair. I don’t know how I could have missed it before.
As I wrapped my towel around her shoulders, I asked her as tactfully as I could, “Where did you get that nasty scar?”
Her body immediately tensed, and it was then that I knew she didn’t want to talk about it. When she said, “It’s from a childhood fall,” I almost believed her, only the scar looked to be fresh and still in the healing stage. The way she walked away from me also made me question her explanation. She was avoiding this conversation. Even though she thought she could escape, she was sadly mistaken.
Reaching out to her before she was out of my grasp, I pulled her close to me and planted a dominant kiss on her lips. Immediately she melted into my body and the towel that she had secured around her body fell away, leaving her completely exposed. My hands were on the globes of her ass in an instant, lifting her from the floor. The scent of peaches and something else consumed my senses as I buried my face in her damp hair. Everything about her was as feminine as could be; delicate and strong just the same.
Placing her body on the crisp white comforter, I nestled between her legs ready to consume every inch of her. There was a purr in her voice as I captured her nipple with my mouth. Her breasts were round and full as I caressed and squeezed them with my hands. My tongue couldn’t help but tease the taut peak of her perfectly round nipple, circling the hard bud, making it even harder.
Tessa’s body began to squirm beneath me, letting me know that soon she would crave the feel of my cock embedded deep inside her. Kissing my way down her body, I gave her a quick taste of what I wanted to do to her before pushing from the bed to free my body of my clothes. No way was there going to be anything between us. I wanted to feel her soft skin against mine as I stuck my cock deep inside her.
Preparing myself to take her, I placed my hands on her knees and spread her legs apart. Her womanhood was a sight to behold as her essence glistened between her folds. Positioning my body between the valley of her thighs, I lifted her hips, allowing the access that I needed to drink up every drop of her sweet nectar. The scent of her was so intoxicating, I thought for sure that the latex sheathing my cock would rip in two. My animal craving took over as a delicious shudder shot through her, giving me another serving of her divine honey. Never had anything tasted so sweet.
Adjusting my body, I slowly entered her. Her walls tightened around me, pulling me deeper and deeper inside. The feeling was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pain, because it took everything I had to hold back my release, and the undeniable pleasure of being encapsulated in her warmth. With each smooth, slippery stroke, my willpower was tested. Her walls were like a vise and her moans of pleasure were like a power switch shooting a current of sweet ecstasy through my body. She was in control of my desire and this was something no other woman ever had.
Rolling from her body, I took her in my arms and held her until my breath finally evened out. Kissing her on the forehead, my eyes were finally in focus as I said, “What are you doing to me, Tessa?”
There was only a moment of silence before she said, “I need something to drink.”
It was not the response I had been looking for, but in any case, I could use something to drink as well. “Stay here, I’ll get us something to drink and snack on.” I wasn’t just offering to be a gentleman, I needed to get my head clear. Tessa had done something to me that I swore no woman would ever do. I was beginning to have real feelings for her. I knew what it meant, I just didn’t know if I was ready to share my life with her. More than that, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to tell her about my past.
As I headed down the steps and to the kitchen, I could hear Jonathan talking with someone. I knew that he was alone, so he had to have been talking on his cell. The conversation sounded pretty intense and it piqued my curiosity to find out what was being said. Standing outside the door in only my boxers, I prayed that Agnes didn’t decide that she needed a late-night snack as well.
Pressing my body to the wall. I pushed the door open slightly from a crack to get a better indication of what was being said. The longer I listened, I could tell that Jonathan must have been talking to a man. I didn’t know of too many women being called “a stupid boy,” which was what he had called the man on the other end. As I continued to hone in on the conversation, it was clear that whoever he was yelling at was someone he was not happy with. When the name Nikolai came up, I knew exactly who he was talking to. It was then that I knew he had lied to me about knowing Kyle.
The call ended, and I was still standing outside the door. I wasn’t sure what I was waiting for, but I knew unless I wanted to get caught eavesdropping on his conversation, I better move. As quietly as I could, I headed to the kitchen to get the drink that I initially set out for, only this time it was going to be a lot stronger than water.
When I got back to the room with our drinks and a plate of strawberries and a variety of cheeses, Tessa had fallen asleep and was cuddled comfortably beneath the covers. There was no way I could wake her, given how sweet she looked lying there. Her silky brown hair flowed across the pillow almost like it was carefully positioned in a photogenic way. Placing the items on the nightstand, I snuggled in beside her, careful not to wake her up. Then the unexpected happened as she turned her body towards me and placed her head on my bare chest. Her hair spread across my skin and the fruity scent once again filled my senses, causing a chain reaction that sent a surge straight to my cock. Her hand moved down my body, where my scar was, but nothing was said as she caressed the healed cut.
Dipping lower down the bed, getting
comfortable myself, I kissed the top of Tessa’s head and said in a soft voice, “Night, baby.”
Her head turned slightly, and the feel of her soft lips brushed across my skin as she whispered, “Night.”
~*~*~*~
I must have been more tired than I had initially thought, because I hadn’t moved an inch when my eyes sprung to life. My arm had fallen asleep sometime during the night and the kink I had in my neck was beginning to make itself known. Tessa was still sleeping against me and the warmth of her head against my chest made me never want to move again. Regretfully, I realized I needed to move. Sliding from beneath her, I placed my pillow under her head and walked to the bathroom so I could take care of business.
Taking a quick shower before she woke up, I got dressed and took the plate of what was now a dried-up mess and headed to the kitchen. I knew that Agnes would be up making something wonderful for breakfast. I was pretty sure that she would assist me in doing something that I would have never done for any other woman. Breakfast in bed would be something so out of character for me, but somehow, it just seemed right with Tessa.