In The Black

Chapter Five - Denver

5

Denver

Stunned I stared at Blake with wide eyes.

 I wasn’t sure if I should be upset, scared or thankful.  My day thus far had been filled with surprises, yet this was the most confused I’d been all day.  All I’d wanted to do today was start my vacation, not stop off in the middle of nowhere for the night.  I wanted to lay in the plush king size bed with cotton sheets that awaited me in Florida and fall asleep to the sound of the ocean.  Not the sound of crickets and whatever other wildlife resided here.  

Before I could protest and demand this Blake guy to turn this monstrous truck around and take me to my rental, I turned my head to see Blake pulling his truck onto a road that was smoothed out by concrete and cobblestones.  The entire ride was all bumps and huge dips as the truck drove over rocks, dirt and steep hills.  The trees that hugged the pathway was well manicured, with path lights that illuminated alongside it.  The truck slowed as we approached an elegant black metal fence.  I couldn’t see beyond the gates, due to its placement for privacy and I watched as Blake pressed his thumb to the key pad and waited as the gates began to slowly open.  Not wanting to admit to myself that I was not only stupid enough to jump into a complete stranger’s car but now I was entering whatever sat beyond these gates and I have yet to put up a fight.  I tried to think of an escape route, my eyes shifting back between my passenger window and the bulge pushing against Blake’s jeans. 

What the hell is wrong with me?  For all I knew he could’ve been a mass murderer and yet here I was staring at his d**k.  Kill. Me. Now.

Blake drove his truck down a pathway that lead to a classical outdoor fountain.  Being an art lover, the sculpture took my breath away.  It was one of the most beautiful sculptures I’d ever seen, and a small part of me wanted the truck to stop so that I could get a better look at it.  It was finely crafted in marble with hints of stained glass, and it was breathtaking.  It was a piece of art that I’d only seen in an art museum back at home, but never in the middle of nowhere Georgia.  I blinked past the fountain and gasped, loudly I might add, at the three-story Tuscan style mansion that was just beyond the beautifully crafted fountain.  Garden lights lit up the home as if it were on display.

“This is beautiful” I murmured underneath my breath, feeling as though I was standing inside of a “Better homes and garden” magazine, I hadn’t noticed that Blake had pulled the truck to a stop and cut the engine; the closing of the car door pulled me from my trance.

With just a few steps, Blake rounded the front of the truck and opened my door for me.  His hand, still greasy from repairing the car earlier, was held out for me to grab it.  I eyed it for several beats, not wanting to ruin my manicure or openly accept this man’s hand since I’d only met him just a few minutes ago.  Blake’s laugh interrupted my hesitation and my eyes snapped up to his.

“It’s, just a little grease, I promise it won’t hurt, princess.” He said with a smirk before winking at me. Three dimples appeared on his face, one and each cheek and another peeked out under his chin.  The man, even in his underdressed and filthy state was beautiful.  He reminded me of Eddie Cibrian, I remembered seeing him in the movie “The Best Man Holiday” and even then, I thought the man was beautiful.

“My hand is going to fall off.” He joked as he leaned his body against the car door while he waited for me, flashing another panty dropping smile.

I shook my head, unable to contain my smile. 

What the hell am I doing here? I closed my eyes for a second and blew out a light breath. I shifted in my seat and placed my hand into his, before I could process my next move, Blake dropped my hand and settled both of his hands around my waist. He lifted me from my seat and pulled my body close to his, my lips just a mere inch from his own. I sucked in a breath and froze in his arms.  His body was hard, and still sweaty from working with his hands, that were still rested around my waist.  I swallowed hard trying to clear my foggy, s*x induced, overly horny brain.

“Thanks” I stuttered. He slowly placed me down, and I quickly balanced my shaking legs in my wedges, his eyes never leaving mine as he closed the passenger door behind me.

“The pleasure is all mine.” He responded.  My n*****s puckered up, and I silently willed them to tame themselves.  Blake didn’t miss their reaction as his eyes landed on them and stared, causing them to harden even more.  I’ve only known the man a mere thirty minutes and yet my body responded to him as if I’d known him for years, betraying me and leaving me even more sexually frustrated than I was this morning.  I needed to get control of this situation and fast. 

“So, do we wait for the keeper of the house or do we just walk in”? I asked trying to break the s****l tension that was obviously building between us.

Blake eyed me for a second, before shaking his head.

“You really are far away from home aren’t princess.”  He mocked.  “Follow me.” Reaching out Blake took ahold of my hand, my initial reaction was to pull my hand free, not only because this man really had an issue with personal space, but mostly because I didn’t want to send the wrong message.  Also, because you’re losing control over your own damn body, I silently thought to myself.  But I obliged and held on to him as he led me up the steps to the huge Oakwood doors.  Blake dropped my hand and the sudden loss of contact slightly bothered me.  Blake, not missing anything smiled at me, flashing those damn dimples again.

“Sorry, keypad entrance”.  He explained and I suddenly realized that the large doors held a small keyless keypad above the door handle.  Pressing one finger to the keypad, the alarm chirped, and Blake opened the door.

“After you princess” he said, waving his hand in the direction to enter the home.  I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I wasn’t expecting this.  The large foyer was more beautiful than the fountain in the driveway.  I spun slowly in a circle admiring the grand Tiffany style chandelier, hardwood flooring, and grand windows.  The house was dimly lit, yet I was able to capture just how beautiful it was.  I noticed a stuffed deer head, mounted above the wall, just as we’d exited out of the foyer.  I stood and stared at it, never seeing anything stuffed this up close before or anything at all.

“It was my first kill.  Beginners luck I guess.” He said, noticing my stares.  Blake closed the distance between us, his bare chest pressed against my back, and I could feel his steady, heated breaths on my neck. 

“Really? That’s impressive.”

“Yup, I haven’t gone again since.”  He answered, his face so close to my ear that I felt his lips graze over my earring.  I stood frozen, my breathing quickened, and even though my body heated, goosebumps trickled up and down my arms.  

“Impressive” I repeated.  I cleared my throat and I turned my attention to the other parts of the house. 

“Very” he whispered, trailing a finger up and down my arm, enhancing the goosebumps that resided there.

Get your s**t together Denver.  I thought to myself. 

What the f**k was it about this man that had me giving myself small pep talks? I was more confident in the boardroom than I was with my own body and it didn’t help that it was betraying me in this moment.

I swallowed hard and for whatever reason, I spun around to meet Blake’s eyes which were now burning into mine.  He wrapped an arm around me, and boldly pulled me closer to him.  I hesitated for a moment, but my f*****g body, which apparently, I had no damn control over, betrayed me like the b***h it was, and I placed both hands against his chest.  His pecks flexed against my palms as he pulled me even closer.  My breast against his chest, my n*****s hardening, along with the bulge pressing against his tight jeans made me dizzy.  Stupidly dizzy.  It took everything I had to not rub my c**t against his zipper and dry hump him.  I was f****d and I knew it.  Beyond f****d, I was in the middle of nowhere, with barely any f*****g cell phone service, no way to escape, with a sexy f*****g stranger, whom I’d only just met, and the only thing I knew about him was his first and last name, and that’s only if he’d given me his real name.  Yet my body, my f*****g body wanted to jump his bones, and ride this farmer from here to the f*****g Florida Keys. 

“You hungry”? He asked.  As if I could no longer talk, I nodded my head uncontrollably, because I guess now, this man made me feel like a silly school girl.

“Can I feed you”? He asked again, teasing me this time by faintly grinding his hips against my stomach.  Even in my wedges, he still towered over me.  A small, part of me wish I’d felt that lower, but I knew that I couldn’t go there no matter how much my own damn hormones was causing me to think things, only a lonely housewife or porn star would think.

“Yes please” I managed to mutter out.  A smile slowly began to spread across his face and all three of those dimples made an appearance again. 

“Great, it’s been a while since I had to feed someone other than myself” he added, before slowly pulling away from me and walking towards the kitchen. I spun around, almost dazed catching myself by leaning against a nearby wall.  I watched his ass in his tight worn jeans twitch as he walked and although I couldn’t get the best look, I was pretty sure that his ass matched the rest of his body.  If only I was able to get an actual visual to confirm my suspicions.

Regroup Denver, you need to re-f*****g-group NOW! 

My pep talks weren’t working, and I knew that if I followed Blake into the kitchen that there was no way I would make it out of there without soaking through this dress.  It was a damn good thing I wasn’t wearing any underwear; the dress was so form fitting that underwear wouldn’t have worked nor a bra and that’s when the realization hit me.

The only thing that’s keep me from humping the s**t out of this man and making a damn horny fool out of myself, was the thin material of my maxi dress.

I stood in place, still not moving because I was going to need more than a f*****g pep talk to urge me forward.  I was unraveling and it was happening quickly. I only had myself to blame, if only I’d slept with J.R. last night, maybe I wouldn’t be this damn horny.

“Are you going to join me princess”?  He called out.

Abort. Abort. Turn and go! Do not go into that kitchen Denver!

I turned towards the door, mentally telling myself to place one foot in front of the other.  I grabbed ahold of the door handle and slowly yanked it open.  The fresh breeze of the night air hit my face causing my hair to blow in its wake.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the coolness, silently willing it to give me the courage to run.

“Princess”? Blake called out again. I turned and looked towards the kitchen.  Closing the door, I placed my purse on the table next to the Tiffany lamp and slowly walked towards the man who’d left me a heaping puddle in the middle of his foyer.  Boy was I in trouble.

Fucking hormones.