Romance: Luther's Property (54 page)

The next morning, Jeffrey had to leave early for work so
Nicole stayed in the bed longer than she should have. She had her iPad on her
lap and her headphones on her ears. She didn’t know how she ended up watching
it, but her eyes were locked on episode after episode of a show that centered
on a violent motorcycle gang. She’d never been into those guys and she
certainly didn’t approve of that lifestyle. She had no idea why the show had
done such a good job pulling her in. But it might have been something about the
men. No, that’s not the way to put it at all. It was, without any shadow of a
doubt, about the men. They were so damn sexy! Nothing at all like the man she
had just agreed to marry just hours ago.

They were tough and macho and cruel and sexual and
muscular.
 
They were so many things, so
many mouth-watering, pussy-moistening, lip-licking good things. They
represented danger, adventure, and life on the open road, free from restraints.
But there was she, going off being silly again. Imagining that somehow she
could have a different life. She was being foolish. She knew that. It was just
a stupid TV show. In real life, bikers were fat and middle-age. Riding around
on bikes and wearing silly jackets is how they tried to fight against the
reality of getting older. It was their way of staying in touch with some part
of their childhood. Nicole wasn’t sure how’d she strayed off into that line of
pseudo psycho-analysis, but she quickly got a hold of herself. She didn’t give
a damn about what the average biker in America looked like. She didn’t give a
damn about the overweight, weekend warrior, desperately to prove their
masculinity, while doing everything in their power to prove that they hadn’t
progressed beyond the level of boys—boys with big bellies and big-load toys.

No, she didn’t give a damn about any of that. What she cared
about was her wet pussy that yearned for a cock other than Jeffery’s. It was a
strange feeling that she was trying to work through.
 
He had been magnificent the night before
–full of passion and vigor and just the right amount of dirty talk.
 
But it wasn’t enough. She knew that she would
never really be satisfied with him.

She couldn’t go on living life like this. She had to get out
of that apartment, maybe out of that city. She wasn’t the kind of woman who had
built a reputation for doing rash things, throwing the die into the middle of
the table. But maybe, just maybe, it was time for her to make that change, to
become that brave, fearless woman. This engagement and the subsequent marriage
would end up killing her. She could never be one hundred percent faithful to
him. She would never be able to entirely submit. He wasn’t the kind of man who
would ever be capable of earning that from her.

There was no more time to waste. Now that she had made up
her mind, Nicole didn’t want to wait before she took this monumental step in
her life. The rest of her day was completely wasted. She spent several hours on
the phone begging and pleading for a moving company to help her move out
immediately. She kept getting turned down. They needed more time. Didn’t have enough
time. Mover had too many other appointments. One excuse after another. It got
so bad that she even told a few of the companies that she was a victim of
domestic violence and desperately needed to get away while he was at work. But
even that wasn’t enough to persuade any of them to come help her at the last
minute. If she was going to figure her way out of this situation then she was
going to have to do it alone.

She decided that she would only take a couple bags with her.
It wasn’t an easy decision for her to arrive at. There was no telling what
Jeffrey would do when he found out that she had broken off the engagement and
the entire relationship all together. He would certainly be a boiling kettle of
rage. He didn’t seem like a very mean or aggressive man. But he could be both
of those things in heavy amounts if he felt jealous or insulted.

This would be the worst, the most painful insult that he
could possibly take. The woman whom he loved more than he’d ever loved before
had walked out on him while he was at work trying to earn enough to help pay
off the ring and put a little money down for the really big ring and then more
for the wedding. He had planned on working his ass off, showing up earlier and
leaving later than ever before. But that opportunity had been snatched from
him. Sure, she’d said yes to his proposal.
 
At least some part of her must have been willing to take the matrimonial
plunge with him.

Was it a case of cold feet, coquetry or butterflies in the
belly? Was it simply a woman deciding that it was time to take charge of her
life? To do what it is that she needed to do.

With her two large suitcases in hand and a fully-stuffed
backpack strapped to her, Nicole walked out of her building and on to the busy
street. For some reason this New York landscape looked different to her.
Everything around her seemed bright and vibrant, so full of possibility and
adventure, but also risk and danger. She couldn’t wait to take the leap into
the life that the turbulent New York waters held for her.

She rode a cab to the Ritz-Carlton on 34
^th
. The
place wasn’t cheap. Not one bit. And that’s why Nicole wanted to stay there. If
she was going to branch out into a new life, then she might as well do it in
style. She smiled as she got out of the cab and prepared to walk into the
luxurious hotel. But the sound of a loud engine caught her attention. She
turned to see where the loud obnoxious sound was coming from. “Those stupid
bikers”, she said to herself. “They’re always trying to get some attention.
What a bunch of little boys”.

But when she turned around, her mouth dropped open as she
saw the biker who was kicking up all that noise. That face and build looked so
familiar. She could have sworn that she’d seen him somewhere before.

He swung one of his meaty legs off the bike and then the
other. He looked around him with an air of dominance and then began walking
towards the entrance. Nicole hadn’t moved for the last several moments as she’d
watched the biker stud park his ride.

As he came towards her, she blushed and lowered her eyes.
But her attraction and curiosity were too strong. She raised her eyes right as
the hunk was about to pass her.

“Oh my God”, she said out loud, nearly fainting. She took a
deep breath and closed her eyes.

When she opened them, the biker was gone. She looked around
frantically and then rushed into the hotel lobby. She absolutely had to find
him. But where the hell was he?

“Ma’am can I help you?” A pasty-faced man, wearing the
hotel’s drab, brown uniform, smiled at her.

She backed away from him. She had a strong desire to slap
him in the face. Nicole had never been a violent person, yet there was
something about his face that seemed to warrant a good slap or two.

The sound of the elevator bell snapped Nicole out of her
slightly sadistic reverie. That’s where he had gone! She hurried off in the
direction of the elevators. The doors to one of them were about to close.

She yelled out, “Hold those doors. Hold them!”

The doors continued to close.

And suddenly they stopped closing and began opening. Nicole
was panting and completely out of breath. She was going to see him. He was
behind those doors.

But unfortunately he was not. But there was elderly couple
staring at her with alarm. She must have looked crazy at that moment. What the
hell had she done with her life? She dropped to the floor and held her face in
her hands.

When the blonde hunk in the black leather jacket turned
around, Nicole nearly fainted. It was him. Austin. The jerk who’d gotten her
fired. He was part of the reason her life was in such disarray. She should've
been furious with him. She should've ranted and raged, kicked and screamed.

But she didn't feel any of those emotions. Electric currents
of desire shot through her body.

Moments later, they walked into the hotel bar. Austin
apologized profusely for having canceled the wedding. And he was even more
apologetic when she told him that she had lost her job.

“It's okay,” she said, lowering her eyes.

“Hell no. It's not okay,” Austin said. “I promise to make it
up to you.”

Nicole raised her eyes and smiled timidly.

“How do you feel about relocating out West?”

Nicole's eyes opened with surprise.

“What? I have a real estate company in Denver. I already
have a couple women working there. And I would love to add you to the team.”

Nicole smiled and shook her head up and down.

“To brand new beginnings,” Austin said, raising his glass in
the air.

As they clinked glasses, Austin kept his eyes fixed on her.
Nicole blushed deep red and lowered her eyes. She could feel waves of pleasure
washing over her. Damn he was hot!
 

They spent the next few days in Austin's hotel room, rolling
around in the bed, sipping $200 champagne, eating lox and olives and shrimp and
caviar. At the end of the week, they both hopped onto Austin's bike and made
the long trip out West. Nicole didn't know exactly where they were headed and
she really didn't care. As long as she had her arms wrapped around his waist,
she wouldn't have a care in the world.

One of the first things they did when they got to Denver was
to take a short road trip in Austin’s pick up truck.

 
“You look very
pretty,” he said. “Those colors look great on you.”

She blushed and took note of the light blue and white
pattern of her dress. If those were the colors he liked, then she would be sure
to wear them again.

“So are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“You don’t like surprises?” Austin asked with a big grin on
his face. His smile always made her legs tingle. He seemed so confident and in
control.

“I do, sometimes. But I wouldn’t mind a little hint.”

“I’ll tell you this you’re going to get sweaty and you’re
going to get wet. Do you think that you can handle that?”

“Sweaty and wet?” Nicole’s mind went off in one direction.
She imagined Austin’s lean muscular body on top of her. She imagined his hips
grinding into hers. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan.

“Everything ok? Do you need me to pull over?”

Nicole opened her eyes and looked towards Austin. Her eyes
were full of lust and desire. But when she realized that she had just drifted
off into a sexual fantasy she turned away from him and blushed.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said. She could feel the dampness
between her legs so she quickly crossed them and smoothed down her sundress.
Austin’s eyes drifted over towards her legs and lingered there for a moment.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lick his lips. She wanted to ignore
him, to pretend as if she didn’t see the desire etched on his face but the
force of attraction between them was too strong. She turned towards him and
gazed deeply into his beautiful, dilated blue eyes as she bit her lip.

He turned back towards the long stretch of highway in front
of them. And then he slyly let his hand rest on her plump thigh. It was the
kind of bold move that most men would not have even attempted. And that’s part
of what turned her on so much about that simple touch. His strong, pale hand
looked so firm and sexy on her luscious caramel skin. She had never before
considered just how much of a turn on that contrast in skin tones could be. Her
body trembled with pleasure. Her panties were almost completely soaked. Austin
made a move to withdraw his hand. But she stopped him by placing her hand on
top of his.

“That feels so good,” she said. “Don’t stop. Not yet.”

“You have beautiful legs. So full and sexy. And the color is
the most beautiful that I’ve ever seen.”

Nicole leaned back in the seat and uncrossed her legs. She
closed her eyes and a satisfied smile spread across her face. She would not
have stopped him if he had slipped his fingers into her panties.

“We should probably wait until we get to our destination
before we continue this. We’ll have plenty of time to pick up where we left
off.”

Nicole sighed. Her eyes remained closed for several more
seconds as she fantasized about finally feeling Austin inside of her. She was
ready and willing to surrender to him. No man had ever made her feel so
desired.

For the next hour, they continued heading west on Interstate
70. Country music played on the car radio and every now and then they would
turn and stare at each other warmly.

“You see that sign?” Austin said.

Nicole looked out the window. The highway sign read: Mount
Evans and Echo Lake 5 Miles.

“Is that where we’re going?”

“Yes, it is. It’s one of the most beautiful places in the
Centennial State.”

Nicole was excited that Austin had chosen to take her to a
scenic location well outside of the city.

“We’ll drive up to the top of the mountain so you can get a
feel for that rarefied Rocky Mountain air. And then we’ll head down to the base
of the mountain for a little picnic.”

“But we didn’t bring any food.”

“Do you think I’d bring you all the way out here without
having already planned our meal for us? Do you?”

He turned to look at her with a sly smile on his lips. And
once again he let his firm, masculine hand slide onto her thigh. She sighed
deeply. Her whole body quivered with pleasure. She couldn’t wait for them to
finally get to the destination so that they could really be intimate.

“Just sit back, baby. And let me handle everything like a man
is supposed to.”

Those words were so comforting for her. Back in New York,
she might have hesitated before allowing a man to completely be in charge. She
would have reacted defensively to any assertions of male dominance. But out of
here in this pristine, natural environment she had a very different reaction.
She had no problem at all with him taking control because deep down she knew
that that was something that she had long desired.