“Here, hold this.”
Without another word, h e deposited the flashlight onto my bent arm. Bending slightly, he picked me up with an arm under my knees and the other around my shoulders. Surprised, I still didn’t make a protest when he held me high against his chest and moved swiftly back down the drive towards his house. I wrapped my free arm around his neck and leaned in close, grateful for his warmth.
Our faces were only an inch apart. His full lips twitched as I met his eyes. I smiled back and then laid my head down in the crook of his neck. I smelled the faint tang of salt and soap on his warm skin near my lips and knew his hair was spiky from a recent workout. It was a good smell, clean and very masculine. Relaxing in his arms, I was getting aroused by his nearness.
‘ Heaven help me, but those pheromones are a deadly chemical weapon. No one man should be allowed to have them in such abundance.’
Luke interrupted my thoughts by prompting , “I give, Anabel. Tell me why you’re here.”
Before answering, I couldn’t resist pressing an open kiss softly against his neck and licking a little to get a taste of his skin. Luke’s arms tightened around me at my touch. I moved my hand up to his ear. My hand didn’t cut off his ability to hear, he wouldn’t like that, but I covered his exposed ear enough to protect it from the cold.
I shivered a third time . This was more of a wiggle-shimmy of anticipation and not a quivering from the cold. “Why, I’m here for Your Turn with a Cherry on the Top, Luke.”
Luke’s response to my words was a slight hesitation in his step. Then he picked up speed and silently carried me faster through the night.
T he sex kitten voice stretched and purred in my head, ‘Oh goodie, now it’s finally time to rock his world!’
The frigid wind was whistling “Dixie” up my bare legs and numbing my ass. I’d also been slapped in the face by a half-naked, Russian woman staying at Luke’s house, which I’ve never seen the inside of yet. However, nobody promised me the road to fulfilling sexual fantasies would be easy. Being humped along like a wounded civilian in the warmth of my Army Hero’s strong arms, this pygmy soldier knew she’d made the right decision to come to Luke’s haunted farmstead tonight. Curling my toes to prevent the heavy boots from slipping off my bouncing feet, I nuzzled my face in Luke’s neck. I grinned at the mean mommy’s begrudging salute of respect.
‘ The plan for His Turn was proceeding right on schedule.’
Chapter III
“ Lil’ Red Riding Hood” by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs
Wednesday 11/21/12
1:15 AM
Luke didn’t head towards his house, but continued carrying me towards the cluster of outbuildings in the back. They formed a boundary along the back wedge of the spacious yard before the property turned into woods and fields. His loping stride seemed tireless and ate up the distance in no time. The snowplowed, circular drive is level around the house and outbuildings area, so the walking here is not death defying like that on the lane.
Content for the moment to be r iding quietly in his arms, my mind touched on the disgraceful state of Luke’s entrance lane. An odd thought occurred. Maybe it actually was Luke’s way of keeping visitors extremely slowed down when approaching his house. The ruts and potholes have grown into valleys and craters since last Saturday night. I realized my friends and family were on the wrong track thinking Luke was Superman or Secret Agent Man. It was perfectly obvious he’s Batman. I bet Mr. Tricky has another impeccably maintained route off his acres that connects to a side road, millionaire Bruce Wayne style.
My suspicious mind was not sure why he needed these precautions out on an isolated farm but if my stroke of intuition is correct, I needed to know the reasons. This was my world and my baby brother lives across the road.
‘Who is my Dark Knight exactly?’ Pondering this
Without another word, h e deposited the flashlight onto my bent arm. Bending slightly, he picked me up with an arm under my knees and the other around my shoulders. Surprised, I still didn’t make a protest when he held me high against his chest and moved swiftly back down the drive towards his house. I wrapped my free arm around his neck and leaned in close, grateful for his warmth.
Our faces were only an inch apart. His full lips twitched as I met his eyes. I smiled back and then laid my head down in the crook of his neck. I smelled the faint tang of salt and soap on his warm skin near my lips and knew his hair was spiky from a recent workout. It was a good smell, clean and very masculine. Relaxing in his arms, I was getting aroused by his nearness.
‘ Heaven help me, but those pheromones are a deadly chemical weapon. No one man should be allowed to have them in such abundance.’
Luke interrupted my thoughts by prompting , “I give, Anabel. Tell me why you’re here.”
Before answering, I couldn’t resist pressing an open kiss softly against his neck and licking a little to get a taste of his skin. Luke’s arms tightened around me at my touch. I moved my hand up to his ear. My hand didn’t cut off his ability to hear, he wouldn’t like that, but I covered his exposed ear enough to protect it from the cold.
I shivered a third time . This was more of a wiggle-shimmy of anticipation and not a quivering from the cold. “Why, I’m here for Your Turn with a Cherry on the Top, Luke.”
Luke’s response to my words was a slight hesitation in his step. Then he picked up speed and silently carried me faster through the night.
T he sex kitten voice stretched and purred in my head, ‘Oh goodie, now it’s finally time to rock his world!’
The frigid wind was whistling “Dixie” up my bare legs and numbing my ass. I’d also been slapped in the face by a half-naked, Russian woman staying at Luke’s house, which I’ve never seen the inside of yet. However, nobody promised me the road to fulfilling sexual fantasies would be easy. Being humped along like a wounded civilian in the warmth of my Army Hero’s strong arms, this pygmy soldier knew she’d made the right decision to come to Luke’s haunted farmstead tonight. Curling my toes to prevent the heavy boots from slipping off my bouncing feet, I nuzzled my face in Luke’s neck. I grinned at the mean mommy’s begrudging salute of respect.
‘ The plan for His Turn was proceeding right on schedule.’
Chapter III
“ Lil’ Red Riding Hood” by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs
Wednesday 11/21/12
1:15 AM
Luke didn’t head towards his house, but continued carrying me towards the cluster of outbuildings in the back. They formed a boundary along the back wedge of the spacious yard before the property turned into woods and fields. His loping stride seemed tireless and ate up the distance in no time. The snowplowed, circular drive is level around the house and outbuildings area, so the walking here is not death defying like that on the lane.
Content for the moment to be r iding quietly in his arms, my mind touched on the disgraceful state of Luke’s entrance lane. An odd thought occurred. Maybe it actually was Luke’s way of keeping visitors extremely slowed down when approaching his house. The ruts and potholes have grown into valleys and craters since last Saturday night. I realized my friends and family were on the wrong track thinking Luke was Superman or Secret Agent Man. It was perfectly obvious he’s Batman. I bet Mr. Tricky has another impeccably maintained route off his acres that connects to a side road, millionaire Bruce Wayne style.
My suspicious mind was not sure why he needed these precautions out on an isolated farm but if my stroke of intuition is correct, I needed to know the reasons. This was my world and my baby brother lives across the road.
‘Who is my Dark Knight exactly?’ Pondering this
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