Eleven (8 page)

With a chuckle he stated, “Have you
ever repeatedly noticed a certain number on the clock? It seems
like I never miss seeing the time 11:11, especially within the past
couple of weeks.”

A strange coincidence, indeed! He
almost had me believing in the possibility that fate had brought us
together.

The beer had obviously had a slight
effect on him, as well. He seemed to have his guard down a bit. I
could barely detect any trace of shyness or distance in
him.

“
There’s something I think
we should do. Something I haven’t done in a really long time,” he
said with a twinkle in his eye.

“
And just what would that
be, Mister?”

“
I wanna go parkin’!” he
blurted out excitedly.

All I could do was laugh. We were on
the ranch road and he was keeping a lookout for the closest
turn-row—again. As soon as he spotted one in the head-lights, he
made a quick turn. We barreled up the dirt road.

All of a sudden, something ahead caused
him to slam on his brakes as the truck fish-tailed to the side and
came to a sliding stop. Directly in front of us in the turn-row,
someone had dumped an old chair, end table and mattress.

Both of us burst into laughter as he
questioned, “Do you think that’s a sign?”

He turned the truck around and headed
back down the turn-row. We came to a stop about a hundred yards
from the main road.

This time, he didn’t pull me over the
console. He carefully chose a CD from his glove compartment and
slid it inside the player. It was a Dave Koz CD. He opened up his
door and when he reached my side of truck, he discovered I had
already crawled into the back seat of the cab. He didn’t waste any
time joining me.

As the soft saxophone music played, he
pulled my legs over his lap and cradled me in his arms; which was
quickly becoming my favorite place in the entire universe. And here
it came—ahhhh—the kiss. We nestled into one another and began our
lingual dance. There was a comforting sense of familiarity between
our bodies. There was no space between us and every nook and curve
fit together seamlessly.

I lightly tugged on his hair as he
kissed me deeply. His immense, manly hands moved over my body. He
began to kiss me with more urgency as our bodies writhed in the
leather seats. My head was turned to the side; still locked onto
his lips, while my body was turned away from his. He pressed his
excitement against my backside, grinding his hardness against me,
as his hand slid under my shirt. His touch caressed my belly and
slipped under my bra. Our breathing was rapid and sharp.

Then he turned my body toward his and
pulled my long leg over his hip. He reached up; slowly and
methodically unbuttoning my blouse, then reaching behind to unclasp
my bra.

He sat up in the seat, pulling me up to
straddle his lap. I leaned back and grabbed his black hat from the
front seat. I allowed my blouse to fall from my shoulders and
slipped out of my bra, straightened up and looked seductively into
his eyes as I felt his passion growing and pulsing through the
fabric of our jeans.

We rocked against each other as he
reached up and massaged my naked breasts. I reached forward;
unsnapped his shirt and slowly raked my fingernail tips against the
neatly trimmed, dark hair on his chest that ran down the middle of
his muscular belly.

He groaned and in a deep, guttural
tone, he looked up at me and said, “You’re about the sexiest damn
thing I’ve ever seen.”

I leaned forward and began kissing him
again; but more tenderly this time. I pressed my chest against his.
The skin contact was electrifying and dizzying.

He grabbed my hands and held them
behind my back. Leaning forward, he began to tease my left nipple
with his mouth, and then moved his attention to the right. He
alternated sucking and lightly flicking them with his tongue. I
felt a pulsating, fiery volt shooting along the V from my nipples
to my clit, which had begun to throb.

I don’t know if it was out of
reciprocity or curiosity, but could no longer resist the urge to
slide my hand lower. I pulled a hand loose from his grip and
reached down. My palm and fingers rubbed the outline of his manhood
straining against the taught denim. He moaned and pressed against
my hand.

Oh, my God. That part of him was most
definitely in proportion with his height. The size of his hands had
not given any false indication. There was absolutely nothing about
him that could be considered a disappointment. In fact, I was
rather pleased with what I had just discovered. Once again, we
found each other smiling as we kissed.

Just as our desire was about to reach
the point of no return, he put his hands on my hips and said
softly, “Hey, beautiful. This isn’t the time or place for this to
happen. I have something much more special in mind for you. I want
you so badly, but I want it to be perfect for us. I think too much
of you for our first time together to be in the back seat of a
truck. I want it to be the most unforgettable time of our
lives.”

We reassembled our disarrayed clothing.
I climbed back into the front seat as he got out and took the
driver’s seat. He looked over and realized I was still wearing his
hat.

“
Sister, you’re gonna drive
me crazy,” he sighed while shaking his head.

“
Well, Mister, you’re
driving me wild. So, maybe you’ll get crazy and I’ll go wild
together someday soon,” I offered.

“
Very soon, I promise! Just
not now, but soon,” he replied.

We reached the ranch house and he
accompanied me to the master bedroom. My tulips were in a vase on
the nightstand. There were two beautifully wrapped packages on the
cedar bench.

“
Are those for me?” I
asked.

“
Yes. One is for now. The
other one is for later,” he said with a somewhat serious look in
his eye.

He handed me the flat, rectangular
package and said, “Go ahead, open it.”

I removed the ribbons and wrapping
paper and opened up the box. Underneath the tissue paper inside was
a beautiful, champagne pink silk chemise set. It was trimmed with a
lace inset at the bust-line.

“
It’s lovely. Thank you,” I
beamed.

“
Here, open this one now,”
he said as he offered me the larger box.

I peeled away the paper away and he
carefully used his pocket knife to cut the seams of the box. I
blushed as I looked at the contents of the box; not out of
embarrassment, but rather excitement.

From inside the box, I pulled out a
black leather, studded bra and thong set. To top it off, there was
a matching choker and thigh high, platform leather boots. As I
removed each item, I laid them across the bed.

I turned to him, looked him in the eye
and purred, “I told you, you’re a dangerous man.”

His face flushed and eyes gleamed as he
instructed me, “I’m going to the bar to pour myself a drink. When I
get back, I’ll let you model your choice for me.”

He walked out of the room. I took all
of the items into the bathroom. Oh, God! The rules, the rules,
those fucking rules!

I knew I couldn’t mess this up! I
didn’t do what I wanted to do, but I did what I had to do. I made
my decision and slipped into the lingerie.

I peeked around the door and saw him
sitting in the leather chair in front of the fireplace. He was
sipping on a tumbler of Scotch. I slowly opened the door and walked
into the bedroom.

He looked immensely pleased at the
sight of me standing there—in the pink chemise set.

“
Come here,” he
requested.

As I walked toward him, I slipped out
of the robe and let it fall to the floor. I sat in his lap wearing
only the delicate slip. He threw the last gulp of scotch back into
his throat and swallowed, then picked me up and carried me to the
turned down bed.

He tucked me in and leaned over me,
kissing my forehead.

“
Sweet dreams, beautiful,”
he whispered as he turned off the lamp on the nightstand. “You’ve
given me much to dream about.”

He got up and walked to the door. This
time, he turned the lock himself before closing the door behind
him.

I was most thankful for two things:
that he had carried me to the bed and that he obviously had more
willpower than I. I was so weak in the knees from desire that I
knew I couldn’t have made it to the bed unaided. And I would not
have had the power to resist him had he joined me under the covers
that night.

I rolled over and hugged the extra
pillow while inhaling the fragrance of him. Although the sheets
were freshly laundered, I could smell the scent of him deep inside
the pillow. It wasn’t the beer that had left me intoxicated—it was
him.

When I awoke the next morning, I
dressed and met him at the breakfast table.

He advised me, “We are going to have to
cut the weekend short. I got a call this morning and unfortunately,
there is some business I have to take care of this week. After I
take you home, I have to head to New Mexico. I have a meeting
tomorrow in Artesia to take care of some oil lease business. I’m
sorry we have to cut things short, but that’s just the nature of
the beast. I gotta do what I gotta do.”

“
That’s fine. I’ll get my
things together,” I said.

We made it back to my house around 2:00
o’clock that afternoon. He unloaded my things and came inside to
say goodbye.

All of a sudden, a touch of sadness
came over me. I was sad that the weekend was nearly over. I would
be returning to reality bright and early at 8:00 am the following
morning. I wasn’t ready for it to end. I didn’t look forward to
missing him.

However, my mood picked up when he
said, “How much vacation notice do you have to give at
work?”

“Why?” I inquired.

“Well. After I take care of my business
in Artesia, I’ll be going up to the Northern part of the state. I
have a place in Santa Fe and thought we might could spend a week or
so together. What’d ya say?” he questioned.

I perked up and answered, “I’ll tell my
boss first thing tomorrow morning!”

I didn’t care if he fired me over it.
There was no way I was going to miss an opportunity like
this!

“Good. It’s settled then,” he told me,
“I’ll have a car pick you up on Friday afternoon. Your ticket will
be at the airport. I’ll arrange for a driver to pick you up in
Albuquerque and drive you to my place once you arrive.”

It was another long week of missing
him. But, this time, we took our knowledge of each other to a whole
new level. Just like the other week I had spent without him, he
called every night. Our conversations took a different tone. We
learned even more personal details about one another. More
specifically, we shared our deepest, darkest desires—over the
phone.

It wasn’t “phone sex”. It was a
confidential disclosure of our most private longings. Neither of us
had ever shared that depth of intimacy with anyone else. He had
made me privy to the beat of his erotic pulse. It became my
intention to fully satisfy his appetite.

This was going to be an experience of a
lifetime—and one that would most definitely involve studded
leather! Santa Fe would be our time and the place.

Chapter 14

Dangerous

The flight to Albuquerque took only an
hour, but it seemed I was in the air for a year. There was no way
to describe my anticipation. During the week, I had gone over every
detail in my head to make sure I had everything packed. I couldn’t
concentrate on anything else but the thought of being with him.
Everything had to be perfect.

He was the big catch. I had to bring my
A-game. Everything I had experienced in my life, the good and the
bad, all had led to this intersection—and to him.

At the airport, his driver had no
difficulty recognizing me as I exited the terminal. He must have
been given a pretty thorough description. En route, he explained to
me that his boss would not be home when we arrived. He had a late
meeting at one of his horse ranches outside of the Sandia Park
area.

We drove through Santa Fe and up the
mountain into a remote residential area. The road to his house was
winding and steep. The driver approached the paved portico and came
to a stop.

I had thought the house on his Texas
ranch was fabulous, well—it paled in comparison to this
place.

His mountain home was designed in a
manner that better suited him, as opposed to the ranch house. It
was a typical Santa Fe mission adobe style, but very contemporary.
In similar fashion to the ranch house, the house had been made
ready for my arrival. The fireplaces and candles were lit and the
home smelled fresh and lovely.

We walked into the entryway. I looked
up the sand colored painted walls to the high, traditional vigas
styled, tongue-and-groove pinewood ceilings with decorative beams.
The entryway opened on one side into a sitting area with a glass
mosaic tiled fireplace. According to the driver, the space behind
the fireplace led to a private theater, in the event I wished to
indulge in a movie or watch television.