“Sawyer,” I gritted, barely holding on to my temper, “I don’t have to account my movements to you.”
“Just tell me he didn’t take advantage of you.”
The vortex of fury in my chest grew. “I’m not telling you anything. It’s none of your business.”
He made an anguished sound. “Oh my God! He did, didn’t he? I’ll kill him.”
“How dare you?” I began, my hands were trembling with frustration, but he was in full flow.
“You gave what was mine to him,” he seethed. “How could you? You know I love you. I’ll see him in a cold meat wagon before I let him have you. You’re mine, Lara. I’ll show him. I’ll show that ugly bastard.” He turned and walked away from me.
For a second I stood at the top of the steps, not moving, my mouth open, astonished by the fierce malice and rage in his voice. I never realized such strong emotion existed within him. As a matter of fact, I didn’t think anyone suspected him capable of such feelings. He was so soft and gentle Elaine once called him the ‘nutless wonder’. Surely he couldn’t be the sweet man who let me feel his handsome face with my fingers. I still had the bust I made of him hidden away in my cupboard. I would have to take it out and destroy it; I no longer wanted it. A shiver went over me.
While I was standing there, frozen with shock, I heard footsteps coming up the pavement. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and then came up the steps. Vanilla mixed with rose scented face powder. My heart sank. Of all the people I would have to meet just at that crazy surreal moment it had to be dyed-in-the-wool doomsayer, Marybeth Luther.
I schooled my features, and prayed she had not heard Sawyer’s parting threat. Taking a deep breath, I turned towards her with a friendly smile. “Hello, Mrs. Luther.” To my horror my voice was shaking.
“Don’t you Hello me, Missie. Your disgraceful goings on have reached my ears.” She harrumphed.
“What disgraceful goings on?” I asked.
She snorted. “Play the innocent with someone else. I know what’s going on. You’ve taken up with that heathen beast in the forest.”
“He’s not a heathen beast. He’s a good man,” I defended automatically.
“A good man? He’s never set foot in our church. There’s a place in hell for men like him,” she huffed.
Another time I wouldn’t have reacted to her sanctimonious preaching and scolding, but after what Sawyer just put me through, I couldn’t take it lying down. “Well, then I’m going to the same place because I got naked with him,” I confessed hotly.
Her gasp of shock at my confession exhilarated me.
“Lara Jane Young,” she breathed, her hand hitting her heart with a soft thud. “What on earth has gotten into you? That’s a shameful, disgraceful thing to say.”
“Why?”
“Well, it’s just not Christian,” she blustered.
That made me even more angry. Who was she to tell me how Christian I was? “Is that what the phrase, ‘Yes, they’ll know we are Christians by our love,’ means when you sing it at the top of your voice from the front row of church every Sunday?”
“I promised your poor mother, God bless her soul, before she went to meet our Heavenly Father that I’d keep an eye on you. She’ll be turning in her grave to know what you’re up to, young lady.”
“My mother would have been pleased to make the acquaintance of such a gentleman as Kit Carson. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m late,” I said as regally as I could, and began to walk down the steps. There was fresh snow on top of the ice so I took my steps carefully. Falling flat on my face was not the dramatic exit I wanted to make.
“Mark my words, child. Stop this madness now, or you’ll be sorry.”
I turned around slowly. The snow under my foot crunching. I was determined not to let anyone bully me. I knew what I wanted and I refused to cower to anyone in this matter. “No, I won’t,” I said clearly. “And I’m not a child. He’s a beautiful man. You just can’t see it because you’re only looking with your eyes.”
That shut her up.
I walked over to the grocery store to buy apples, ranch dressing, pop rocks, and canned pumpkin. I was planning to make a pie to take with me to Kit’s.
Daisy, the bubblegum chewing cashier was a bit funny with me as she rang me up. I guess the whole town had heard. I spent the night in the forest with the heathen beast.
Thirty
Kit
Until you've walked in someone else's shoes ...
It may be a cliché, but it sure as hell was true. I wanted to walk in Lara’s shoes. To know and experience the darkness intimately, the way she did. I wrapped an arm under her and the other across the back of her thighs and swooped her into my arms.
“What are you doing Kit?”
“You'll see.” I said as I hurried her upstairs. My cock was already barely able to restrain itself inside my pants. I went straight to the bedroom and put her down.
“Tell me,” she begged.
“I want us to fuck in complete darkness.”
“Well that's easy. Lara chuckled. “I always do it in the dark.”
“Exactly, and I want to experience how that feels.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to know what you feel,” I said.
A cheeky grin lit up her face. “Well what are you waiting for then?”
“Wait,” I said, and opening a drawer found an old scarf. I folded it into a thick band and walked back to her. “Tie this around my eyes.
She placed it over my eyes and tightened the knot behind my head. “How's that?”
“I can't see a thing.”
“Great, since that was kinda the point.”
“Come here,” I called, and heard her walking around me. When she stood in front of me, I pulled her tightly against my body. My dick throbbed as my mouth eagerly searched her out. The kiss deepened, in the darkness our mouths hungrily devouring each other. We were like wild animals.
Our mouths fused. Lost in the smell and feel of her, I walked her backwards in the direction of the bed. The backs of her legs met the bed and I sat her down on it.
Grasping the bottom of her dress, I pulled it upwards until it cleared her head. I flung it to one side. I brushed strands of hair out of her face, marveling at its soft silky texture. I reached behind her, unbuckled her bra and let it slip down her body. I let my rough palms graze the tips of her breasts. They were like hard pebbles. Her skin was softer than I remembered.
She arched her body to meet mine.
My cock was aching, but I wasn't ready to take her yet. I quickly dragged off my shirt. I found myself enjoying the ragged sound of our breathing. Her hands came up to feel my chest, but I pushed her back on the soft covers.
She sighed.
“Shhh, baby. I’ve got you so go ahead and be as shameless as you want. Lie back and spread your legs as wide as you can for me. I heard the sheets rustle as she obeyed my instruction. I crouched between her legs. I couldn’t see her pretty little pussy, but I could smell it. And it was even sweeter. She still had her thong on, and I grazed my fingertip on the crotch. It was deliciously wet. Gently I dropped my lips onto the thinly covered folds, blowing my hot breath on the sweet pea underneath.
She writhed with pleasure.
“Push your pussy into my mouth. Show me how horny you are,” I instructed.
“Okay,” she whispered.
I heard her hips rise off the bed, searching for my mouth. When it connected, she gasped.
“Show me how much you want it.”
The silky material rustled as she pushed it to one side with her fingers. With a soft moan, she pushed her naked pussy on my mouth and moved her hips up and down, so that my tongue was dragged back and forth over her puffy folds. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her breaths were like an orchestra in my ears, highs and lows.
She was such a tease she would have carried on longer, but there was only so much I could
take. I was only a man. I grabbed her hips and drew the whole thing in my mouth and sucked it hungrily. She screamed. Her cream ran down my throat. The more she creamed, the more I feasted on all that tasty goodness, until she was as mad for me to take her as I was.
“Please, please,” she begged, digging her fingers into my hair. “I can’t take much more.”
Her soaked thong rubbed against my cheek. My teeth tore the damn thing right off her body in one swipe and tossed it aside. My greedy girl’s hips were rising off the bed to encourage me to slide my fingers into her.
I didn’t.
I rose up and joined her on the bed. Crawling alongside her, I kissed her soft skin as I made my way up her body. Her thighs, the swell of her stomach, the roundness of her breasts, her exposed throat. It was a treasure trove of delight, and it was all mine.
She made little kitten sounds of pure pleasure. Then, when she least expected it, I latched onto her clit, and sucked hard. I didn’t let go until I felt her lower body clench as a massive climax roared through her.
I'd never imagined just how sensuous and sexy it was to control a woman's body that you couldn’t see; only smell, feel and hear, as she began the journey to a climax that ended with her screaming. Without my sight her shout seemed louder, the pitch higher. My cock was weeping in my pants.
“Your turn now,” she whispered.
“That’s right baby girl, it’s my turn now, and I’ve got a cock full of cum for little pussy.''
She giggled. “Is that so?” she asked playfully.