All That She Desires: The Stranger by Melissa Morgan

have no idea what
that would sound like."
     
    "You need to step back."
     
    She squeezed his hand. "I do. I really
do."
     
    * *
     
    They ate dinner together at his cottage that night.
After dinner Mike produced an acoustic guitar, and they sat singing and playing
for a while. Mike played the songs he knew. He tried to get her to sing any of
her own songs, but she refused. "I hate them," she said. "I
would have to learn new ones if I wanted to sing just for fun. And people will
always want me to sing those stupid songs."
     
    "You should do a heavy metal album," he
said, and he played some harsh chords on the acoustic. "Fiona," he
sang, mocking a metal singer's voice, "Luxe! Raaaaah!"
     
    She laughed. "Yeah, I'll think about
that."
     
    They move to his bedroom and undressed. Mike climbed
on the bed first, and she made him lie flat on his back. Fiona took him into
her mouth and sucked on him until he was hard and moaning, and then she climbed
on top, working him inside so she could ride. He watched her as she made love
to him: she had her head back, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open. He put
his hands on her, and she took his hands in hers, holding on as she rode him to
her own orgasm, and then collapsing on top of him.
     
    They kissed. She climbed off, and grabbing a towel
off his night stand, she wiped him off. Then, touching him on the chest to keep
him from getting up, she took him in her mouth again, licking and sucking until
he came.
     
    "Careful, I'm ready," he warned. She
didn't move, and when he came inside her mouth, she swallowed it down.
     
    She slid up next to him, and they wrapped their arms
around each other. "That was amazing," he said. "I've never had
anyone do that before."
     
    "Not even your wife?"
     
    "No."
     
    "Wow," she said. "It's not that big a
deal. I mean, a girl doesn't have to if she doesn't want to. I don't do that
for everyone. I didn't even do it for all my boyfriends."
     
    "But you did it for me."
     
    She gave him a squeeze. "You're special to
me."
     
    "We just met yesterday."
     
    "I know." Fiona looked Mike in the eye and
stroked his cheek. "But you listen to me. You show concern. And you don't
want anything from me. I don't know a person in the world who doesn't want
something from me. You're just nice to me. And I like that. It means
something." With tears glimmering in her eyes, she kissed him on the lips.
"If I had every so-called friend in the world lined up to choose from, the
only person I would want to be with right now is you."
     
     
    *****
     
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    Fiona slept curled up with Mike in his bed. Before
they went to sleep they agreed Mike was going to have actual time to work on
painting the cottage in the morning. And Fiona was going to let him work and
not distract him for huge chunks of the day.
     
    Early morning sunlight flooded the bedroom, waking
Fiona. Mike was still asleep. She listened to him breath for a minute, then
rolled quietly off the bed. She dressed and slipped out of the cottage, back to
her own place, where she showered and put on fresh clothes, before getting in
her car and driving to town. When she and Mike went there for groceries, she'd
spotted a bakery. Fiona went inside and picked up breakfast sandwiches, cinnamon
buns, and coffee for two.
     
    She drove back with the food and coffees on the seat
next to her. The conversations from the night before were playing and playing
through her mind, and she wondered if maybe Mike was right. Maybe she could
disconnect from the massive network that was running her life. Maybe she could get
out of her contracts, cancel obligations, stop promoting, and just leave the
music industry. She could dismiss her staff, downsize her lifestyle, and she
could probably live comfortably for at least a few years on royalties alone.
And that would give her some time to figure out what she actually wanted to do
with her life.
     
    What were the risks? They were pretty minimal. She
could be made a