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Authors: Ann B. Harrison

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“Why are you doing this?” His voice broke
into her daydream.

“What, stroking your leg?”

“No, being so nice. I mean, usually it’s one
date and I never hear from the girl again. I know I'm a nerd and that’s okay.
It’s a family thing, I get it. But once my lack of prowess and staying power in
the bedroom is discovered, chicks usually can't get away fast enough.”

Rhian looked at him in the pale light. A
blush ran up his skin and she filled with sympathy for him. She’d had her fair
share of dates that never went anywhere and she could understand why he was
feeling at a loss. But she could see something deep in him he didn’t know was
there and she wanted to discover a lot more. Besides, Nero approved and if her
familiar said this was the one, then she was going to fight like hell to get
him. Plus the Fates had left him for her, of that she was certain.

“What makes you think a little nerdy isn’t
sexy to me. I like you, you turn me on and it looks like it goes both ways. As
for your prowess, I'm reading between the lines here so feel free to disagree.”
She took a sip of wine, letting her tongue flick around her bottom lip leaving
a moist trail to glow in the low light. At least that was her plan and she
intended to play all the cards she could. “The way I see it, if you haven’t
been getting regular sex of course you will blow your load quickly.” She
giggled as the blush raced up his neck again. “There is nothing wrong with sex,
it’s a very natural thing and you're talking to a woman who believes in doing
what's good for her. I seriously can't see the point of being sexually
frustrated, there is no point, hence the use of Bob. But I'd much rather have
you.”

* * * *

Red sculled his beer and tried to find
something to say.

This was just way too weird.

He was not the best at coming forward
anytime and this lady was very forward. He drained his can and reached out to
put it on the table. The clatter as it hit the tiles made him even more
embarrassed.

“Told you, blind as a bat.” He shook his
head and laughed. “Do you even know what you are in for here, Rhian? I'm not
that good a catch unless you like the quiet type. I lose myself in my work and
some days I don’t even talk to anyone except my microscope. If my cleaning lady
didn’t leave me dinner most nights I would probably forget to eat. I get so
carried away in my work, life just passes me by.” He cupped his hands and
lifted some of the warm scented water. He breathed in the floral aroma before
he splashed his face with it. He looked back at Rhian, foggy in his blurry
vision.

“Stop selling yourself short, for goodness
sake. You must have something going for you or you wouldn’t be here now in my
bath. I suggest you stop worrying so much and let yourself go, you might even
have fun.” She lifted a foot out of the water and let the bubbles trickle down
her leg, before dipping it back under the water and rubbing it against his
thigh. “I bet once you relax and stop thinking the worst is going to happen,
you can be a fun guy.”

Rhian reached over and plucked a strawberry
from the plate before leaning toward Red and placing it on his lips.

Opening his mouth he took a bite. “Mmm,
sweet and juicy.”

Rhian fed him some more and he watched her
as she popped strawberries into her mouth. He shook his head when Rhian lifted
her glass and offered him a sip. She drained her wine glass and put it back on
the table. “Spread your legs, buddy.” She wriggled around and positioned herself
between his thighs and snuggled into his chest.

He reached around and cupped a full breast
in his hand rolling the nipple between thumb and finger. She sighed and leaned
her head back. The hardness of his rising erection pressed into her back and she
pushed back against him, breathing faster. Red’s hands were on her breasts, and
he ran fingers over them, tweaking her hardening nipples. Rhian lay her head
back into the curve of his shoulder, tilting her face back to his.

* * * *

Her eyes were closed and soft pants came
from her mouth. Red trailed one hand down over her stomach under the water.
When his fingers found the small smattering of hair at the apex of her thighs,
she gasped and lifted her hips. She raised one leg out of the water and let it
hang over the edge of the bath, oblivious to the water and soapy bubbles
dripping onto the tiled floor.

Red parted her lips and rubbed the small
nub encouraging it to rise from its protective sheath. Rhian lifted her hips
higher and he slid a finger inside her. She groaned loudly and he withdrew the
finger twirling around her pulsing opening before entering her again with two
fingers. She started to thrust against him, her breathing getting faster as he
worked her body. The nipple under his other hand hardened and he squeezed it
between his finger and thumb, wishing his mouth could reach down so he could
bite the rigid flesh between his teeth.

He circled his other thumb over her clit,
the small nub proud now, as she neared her climax. A long groan escaped her lips
and her muscles clenched on his fingers as her body rocked over the edge with a
long orgasm. She relaxed and sighed as her body stilled.

Red attempted to withdraw his fingers but
she clenched her thighs tight. “Please don’t take them out. I like the way they
feel inside me.” She leaned her head around and kissed his chest before sighing
and leaned back against him.

They lay in the water until it cooled,
Red‘s fingers exploring her sated pussy.

* * * *

 “I think we should get out before we both
melt.” He sounded a little bit sorry to crawl out of the tub. Rhian pulled the
plug and watched the water trickle down the drain, exposing their bodies to the
air. The hairs on his legs spread wetly against his skin as the water got
lower.

Leaning her arms on the edge of the tub,
she lifted herself up and stepped out. She reached for a large fluffy towel and
handed it to him, watching the beautiful man who stood before her. Rhian dried
him, slowly and sensually as she patted the towel across his back and then all the
way down to his gorgeous butt. Leaning down she gripped both cheeks in her
hands and took a soft bite on each side. Goose bumps rose over his pale flesh
and she grinned to herself. Moistening her tongue, she ran it all the way down
the crack of his bum from the top to the bottom.

Red’s hips jerked out of control and she
laughed.

“Oh, I am sorry you lovely man, you. I
should have warned you, I have a bum fetish just like some men have boob
fetishes.” She rose to her feet and ran her hands over his pale skin before
taking her own towel and drying herself. “I think it’s time we headed to my bed
and made love. What do you think of that idea now?”

He looked horny yet, unsure at the same
time. Her heart went out to the little lost boy look on his face. But more than
that, it fired her lust. She had never had a more delicious man in her house
and she intended to make the most of him. There was no way this one was getting
away. She would just have to make sure he was wooed gently and convince him he
was worthy of someone like her. And she was just the person to do it.

She dropped her towel on the edge of the
bath and took his hand. Leading him to the bedroom she guided him to the edge
of the bed. Pushing on his chest, Rhian eased him down onto his back. She
lifted his legs and slid them up onto the bed. She pulled the clips from her
hair and shook it free to fall sensuously over her shoulders, the tips brushing
against her nipples.

Keeping her touch soft and feathery, Rhian
played with his toes, amused at the small jerks when she tickled him. She
leaned over him and ran her fingers up the inside of his calves. She leaned
down and kissed the inside of his knees, grinning to herself as his cock
started to move against his leg. Easing up on the bed, she straddled his legs,
her hair falling over his groin. Raking her fingertips down his shaft, she
dipped her head and tasted him again.

“Don’t do this to me again,” he groaned. “I
want to make love to you, not just blow my load.”

“And you will, Red. Of that you can be
sure.” She licked the tip of his cock and swirled her tongue around it before
clamping her teeth down on him. He arched under her and his groans filled the
room. Rhian sucked him in again, withdrawing a few times before she pulled him
deep into her warm mouth. When she thought he couldn’t take any more she let
his cock slide free. Making a smacking noise with her lips, she leaned over to
her bedside cabinet and took out a small foil packet. She ripped the corner
with her teeth and withdrew the condom. With steady fingers, she slid it over
his erection.

Rhian leaned into his face and ran her
tongue over his lips before she shifted her hips to hover over his cock. Using
her fingers on one hand, she opened her folds and guided herself down onto him.
She closed her eyes and slowly sank down until she had all of him inside.
Sighing deeply, she spread her knees and lowered herself a little bit more.

Red lifted his hands and gripped her hips.
She rolled her pussy against him and he pushed himself into her hard. He lifted
her up slightly then he pulled her down again. When Rhian took the lead and
started to ride him, he ran his hands up to her breasts and toyed with her
nipples.

The pressure on her breasts and the power
filling her spurred Rhian on. She increased her speed, grinding her hips into
Red. The tweaking and pulling pressure on her nipples tingled all through her
body, sending a delicious warmth to the pit of her stomach. She trailed her
hand down his hip and under her butt to cup and squeeze his balls. His hands
grasped her butt cheeks and he thrust into her hard bringing them both to a
raging orgasm.

Rhian’s body relaxed slowly and she draped
herself over Red, tucking her chin into his neck. She tasted his skin with her
tongue and smiled to herself when he ran his fingers up her spine.

“That was pretty good, I must say. No
chance you embarrassed yourself there, dear man.”

He grunted in reply and held her tight.
When he rolled her onto her side, Rhian kept her legs around him unwilling to
let him slide from her body just yet. She traced her fingers down his cheeks,
and ran her fingertips over his lips.

* * * *

Red looked into the eyes inches from his
face. His vision was blurred but he could make out the shape of her face and
see the smile tilting her lips up at the corners. She was an amazing woman,
even if a little unusual. But that didn’t have to be a bad thing, he reasoned.
If he could talk her into accepting a proper date with him he might just have a
chance at this. He didn’t know if he was keen to try but so far things were
working out just fine.

“Red, I was wondering if you might like to
come over for dinner tomorrow night?” She ran her tongue over his bottom lip,
her breath warm against his skin.

“Um, if you're sure, I guess it would be
okay.”

She bit him softly on the mouth. “Of course
I'm sure, silly man. Make it about six thirty. Then clinic will be finished and
we can have a drink on the veranda before I get stuck in the kitchen.”

 

Chapter 4

 

As Red rode his bike home, he marveled at
Rhian’s response to sex. Healthy, earthy, and normal is the way she described
it. So far from his usual life experiences, he still found it hard to believe
what they had shared was real. He pulled his loaner bike into the dark driveway
and turned off the key. Pulling of his helmet, he placed it in front of him on
the fuel tanks and reached into his pocket for his glasses. Settling them onto
his nose, he looked around.

He was thirty-two, owned an expensive house
in a prime real estate area, had a great job and was living alone.

Ha, fucking ha.

Not where he thought he would be at this
age. His parents had married late in life. Luckily for Red, his mother was the
pushy, outgoing type and had set her heart on the meek and mild scientist. To
hear her tell the story of their courtship was always something of a bitter
sweet thing for Red. His father's life sounded so much like his own. Only
difference was the pushy female. He had a funny feeling he’d just found his
own.

Swinging his leg over the bike, he grabbed
the helmet and skipped up the stairs to the front door. Once he was inside, he
hung up the keys on the hook by the door, set his helmet on its specially
placed shelf and double checked the doors were all locked before heading to the
kitchen. He opened the fridge and looked at the meal sitting on the shelf
covered in cling wrap ready for the microwave.

He reached past it, grabbed a beer instead,
and walked into his bedroom. Popping the lid, he took a deep swallow before
putting it down on the bedside cabinet so he could sit and take off his boots.
He unclipped them and put them in the closet along with his jacket. He looked
at the sleeve while he was placing it on the coat hanger.

His elbow had hurt like a bitch when he‘d
crashed and Red knew there was damage done. He flexed his elbow now,
remembering the heat from Rhian’s hands when she’d asked if she could heal him.
He had been too stunned at the time and in too much pain to comprehend what she
was saying to him. Shaking his head, he disregarded the thoughts popping into
his mind. He was a scientist and didn't believe in 'woo hoo healers.' If you
can't prove it scientifically, it just didn’t happen in his books. And that was
what had been drummed into him since he was small. Prove it to believe it.

He remembered when he discovered Father
Christmas wasn’t real, another of his father’s theories that broke the young
Red’s heart.

“I don’t believe in telling untruths to
anyone, my own son included.” Red was sitting at the table eating dinner and
the conversation between his parents went on around him. “If he learns the
truth about the world now he will be better off.”

“But dear, don’t you think he is too
young to learn the harsh realities of life just yet? Give him a childhood
before you toss him to the real world. He is only a little boy and needs his
dreams just like other children his age.” His mother was smiling at him sadly
while she spoke to her husband.

“That is what’s wrong with this world,
my dear. Too many people shelter their children from reality and they never
grow up strong and balanced. Too much overprotection if you get my drift. My
son will grow up knowing what is fantasy and what is not. I am a scientist so I
can hardly promote fiction as real life now, can I?”

He downed the rest of his beer and walked
into the bathroom. He flicked on the shower and peeled off his clothes, putting
them in the wash basket, colors in one side, whites in the other. Before he
took off his glasses, Red looked into the mirror. Geeky was the first word that
came to mind. Red hair, pale skin with a smattering of freckles over the bridge
of his nose and thick glasses that screamed out ‘nerd’!

He took off the offending spectacles and
put them on the counter. The water was perfect when he stepped into the shower.
He held his face under the warm stream, eyes closed while he tried to figure
out what Rhian’s plan for him was. Maybe when she had enough sex she would dump
him. Who knew, she might not either but it wouldn’t do to get his hopes up.
Going on his usual track record he would still be dateless by the time
Valentine’s Day came around in less than a month's time. No matter how much he
wished for it, he never seemed to have a date on that day. He tried to tell
himself it was no big deal really but his mother had always made sure she and
his father had the night on their own. It was the one night of the year she put
her foot down and Red was dying to know the same feeling. A small thing in the
scheme of things but it niggled him he always missed out on the one day that
celebrated love. The only thing he thought, missing from his life.

And if that was the case, he would be only
one of many lonely guys holding up the bar at the local pub by the end of the
night. How unusual and unexpected, not!

He turned off the shower and reached for a
towel. Drying himself, he hung it up and started his teeth cleaning routine.
Twenty brushes up, twenty brushes down followed by flossing every single tooth.
Then he walked into his bedroom. Taking a fresh set of boxers from his drawers
he pulled them on before he climbed between the sheets.

It was a long time before he fell asleep
and when he did he dreamed of the creamy soft skin of the woman who made his
balls ache and his heart wish for more than he thought he deserved. He dreamed
of being loved for himself, sharing his passion for his work with another human
being, and not being the nerdy kid in the group who felt more at home with his
microscope than with the feminine species.

When Red woke, he was gasping and his heart
pounding. His blood was racing through his veins faster than normal. The sheets
were twisted around his legs and his erection was pushed into the mattress that
was nothing like the skin he had just worshipped in his dream.

With a roar of frustration, he threw back
the blankets and stormed into the bathroom. He turned the shower to cold before
he stepped in. He stood and shivered under the needle- like jets until his body
reflected his lonely state. Satisfied he could get dressed without getting
horny again, he turned off the water and dried himself. Cleaning up the
bathroom behind him, Red dressed and without stopping for breakfast he rode to
work, his mood dark and brooding.

He brushed past a perky Cara, grunted a
greeting and headed to his own space. Red slammed the door to his office and
shut the blinds to give himself some privacy. He pulled on his white lab coat
and flopped down in the chair behind the desk. Frame by frame he replayed last
night in his mind. The gentle seduction and the way she’d managed to maneuver
him into her room, the ease with which she stripped him of his trousers and
drained him before she led him into her bath. He had gone willingly like a
sheep to the slaughter and now he was at a loss as to what he should do next.
He hadn’t gotten this far in a relationship for ages, someone asking him for a
meal. All of his dates had been uncomfortable conversation, rushed sex, and  no
phone numbers exchanged at the end of it.

Dinner at her house tonight. What the
fuck was he going to do?

Did he take flowers or chocolates or what?
Did he ask her out somewhere after this or should he let her take the lead? She
seemed pretty bloody good at doing that so far.

He rubbed his palms on his coat drying the
sweat slowly but surely covering his body. Sucking in a deep breath, he reached
for the phone. He dialed a number and sat back in his chair. He nervously ran
his finger around the collar of his plain white shirt and coughed before it
picked up

“Hey, Jake, I need some advice man. I've,
um, I've been invited to someone's house for dinner tonight.” He paused and
took the phone away from his ear, worried the scream and high-pitched laugh
from the other end would shatter his eardrums. “Fuck you dude. Settle down.
Shit, it's not like this is a world first you know. Well, maybe for me but
seriously give me a break here. I want to know what to take, you know. Do I
give her flowers or what?” Red settled down to take the good-natured ribbing of
his best friend. A small rush of heat shot through his body as he told him the
bare details of his date last night leaving out everything to do with the hot
sex.

“Yes, she is partly responsible for the
damage to my bike. Can I pick it up after work?” He crossed his fingers and
waited for the dressing down that would come before he was given the news it
still wasn't quite ready. “Okay, tomorrow then, hopefully. Thanks for that.”

He shook his head at the lewd comments
coming down the phone line and finally ended the call. Looking around his
office, he noticed the stark bare look and wished he had a photo to decorate
his wall or desk. If things went well, he could get one of the two of them
together. Worried he was getting ahead of himself, Red jumped up and went out
to the laboratory to check over the latest test results and soon lost himself
in the world of microbes and germs.

* * * *

Rhian ushered her last patient out the door
and breathed a sigh of relief. May had left minutes earlier and she was now
alone. Red would be here shortly and she had so much to do. Casting a quick
glamour spell, she cleaned the surgery and the breakfast dishes in the kitchen
she had left this morning, leaving her just enough time to have a shower and
dress in something a little sexier than utilitarian green scrubs decorated with
dog hair.

She flicked her delicately painted nails
and lit the masses of perfumed candles adorning every room in her house. The
tension slipped from her shoulders and she turned on the shower, dropping her
clothes to the floor. She stepped in under the warm water and closed her eyes
and sighed. It had been a rough day. Two more dogs to castrate, one dear old
cat beyond help had been put to sleep and the usual run of vaccinations and
general checkups.

The cat’s owner, a dear old man on his own,
was devastated. Rhian had sent him on his way with a healing hug knowing he
would not recover from his loss easily. She would wait a couple of days and
then visualize a stray for him. Days like this always dragged her down and she
tried to wish it away. To take her mind off it she thought about what she was
going to cook Red for dinner tonight. With any luck she would get him into her
bed again. In fact, she was intent on it, nothing like a good bout of sex to
encourage the boy to lighten up and accept himself as he was.

Rhian soaped up a cloth and ran it over her
breasts. Her nipples hardened when she imagined Reds mouth suckling and teasing
her deep pink buds. She resisted the urge to let her fingers slip lower, saving
her orgasm for tonight when she wouldn't be alone. She rinsed the soap from her
body and turned off the water.

As she stepped out of the shower she heard
an insistent knock at the door. Crap, she must have been dawdling or he was
early. She wrapped a towel around herself and ran out through her bedroom to
look down the hallway to the front door. Red’s shadow was outlined through the
colored glass of the front door. Rhian breathed deeply and made sure the towel
was secure before opening the door.

She stepped back and looked up into his
eyes. “I'm sorry but I'm running late tonight. Come on in.” She sucked her
cheeks in and watched him walk into the hallway. Her hungry eyes followed his
tightly clad leather butt as he walked down to her living room. He put his
helmet on the floor beside the door and turned to look at her. She grinned at
his awkwardness. She loved the effect she had on him.

She waved her hand in the direction of the
kitchen. “Grab yourself a beer. I won't be long.” Avoiding looking at the
growing bulge in the front of his leathers, she skipped out of the room leaving
him standing there.

Rhian hummed to herself as she chose her
dress. It was off the shoulder and very soft and delicate. It hung from her
hips to float around her ankles in wisps of green and pink strands of silk. She
chose to leave her feet bare, and quickly combed her hair up into a messy knot
on top of her head. A brief glance at the mirror and she swiped a soft pink
lipstick over her mouth. She sprayed her floral perfume on the dip of her
throat and her wrists before taking a final look in the mirror, spinning to get
the full effect of her dress.

A wisp of lavender perfumed fog hovered in
the glass above her shoulder.

“What do you think, Grammy? Will this be
enough to get the poor boy muddled enough to fall for me, do you think?” Rhian
laughed softly at the answer sounded in her head. “Yes, you're right. He is
just what I want and I aim to have him. Wish me luck.”

She looked over at the miniature painting
of her Gram on the wall and wished the dear woman could have met the man
waiting for her in the living room.

Rhian twirled away from the mirror and
walked out of her bedroom. Red was out on the veranda with a beer in his hand
looking over the harbor. Nero was rubbing against his legs, twining in between
the heavy leather boots. She met his gaze and the cat closed his eyes and
rubbed against the man again, his purr loud through the quiet house.

“‘T is a nice night to be looking over the
bay.” She walked out and stood beside him leaning into his arm. “I'm sorry I
was running late, the downside of being your own boss. How is your beer?
Another one?”

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