She had decided she would forget Him. They had broken up 5 weeks ago and now she was sitting in her lawn chair looking out onto the rushing river with one imagine in her head: Him. Closing her eyes, she bit down on her cheek and cursed to herself. Why couldn’t she just let go of Him? They were so wrong together. His promise echoed in her head. “I ruin you for any man but Me,” He said to her over and over.
She looked at the rushing river and the late August evening sun as it started to slip behind the tree line. He was right. She was ruined. Closing her dark blue eyes, she could see His green eyes, feel His strong hands, taste His sweet hard lips, grip His hard cock thrusting deep inside of her and hear His velvety voice in her ear. She struck the heal of her hand to her forehead, quietly cursing herself for wanting Him so much.
It was nearly September and with that would come work, responsibility and less time to dwell on her undying need for an inappropriate man. Yes, she wanted September. She needed to go back to school, to be rid of her extra time.
She did the dinner, cleaned the dishes, and logged into her computer. She sneaked a peak in her old chat place. Among the names was His. Closing her blue eyes, she could remember the emotions, the desire, and the excitement. It was time to forget Mr. Manhattan and go back to being Mrs. D.
Robert sat at His desk and logged into His email. Everyday He had emails from some woman He was flirting with or pursing but not one made Him want like she had. Event though He had broken her heart and quit the relationship, He found himself still wanting her. They were so hot together, so incredible together and now they were apart. He had tried to email her and received the message the email had been discontinued.
He called her cell phone and received the message the number had been changed and to leave a message. The receiver would call Him back with the changed number. She didn’t.
Finally He had to admit it. He really missed her. He needed her back and she wasn’t groveling this time. She wasn’t asking for Him. She wasn’t sending little messages to Him about how she still loved Him and this time she was really gone. He had pushed her away two other times and she was always there for Him. This time she really left. It drove Him crazy and He had to see her.
When He drove into the small town of Lars, He had no idea where she would be. If he waited seven days, He could catch her at school but thought better of it. He was seated at All’s gas station in the one station town. He stood by His black Mercedes and looked down the road. Trees were everywhere, a difference from NYC. He thought about asking where she lived but could guess that would be unwise just yet.
He drove up the main street and down this road and up that one. Soon He was completely lost on Wicked Hill road, a winding downward slope. Finally He reached the bottom and had two choices: left or right on Hart Road. He chose left and drove. As He drove He wasn’t even sure what He was looking for. Her car? She had a red neon. They were common. Or was He vainly hoping to catch a glimpse of her?
As He drove down between the houses, mostly old farm houses, three or more acres apart, He scanned to see if she was there. He was close to the end of the street and ready to go to His hotel. It was morning, barely eight. Suddenly when He drove by the little tan house on His left, He nearly rammed His Mercedes into a tree.
A little girl was running toward a red Neon and there standing on the stairs was His sara. Wearing a pair of jean shorts and a polo, her hair in clip, and sandals, she looked the young wife as He slowed His car.
She buckled the child in back and then started the car. Fixing her mirror, she pushed it into reverse and turned right, away from Him. Robert quickly reversed His car and followed the little red car.
Sara drove Gwen to the daycare. She didn’t notice the black Mercedes behind her. She was listening to music and singing with the spirited preschooler. After she dropped off her daughter, she started toward her car when she first spotted the black car. She looked at it for a second and just as He opened the door, she was back in hers and quickly driving out of the parking lot. Rob had to scramble to follow her.
She drove to the beauty salon. She had a massage scheduled in hopes of forgetting about the man that plagued her mind. He drove up beside her as she opened the door to her car. She stepped toward the salon and heard her name.
She turned and He opened up His car door. She wobbled as she saw Him. Was she that delusional that she was conjuring Him up in her mind? At first she just stared at Him and then He stepped forward. He was medium height with an athletic build, broad shoulders, strong legs, and incredible hands. He had salt and pepper hair with a red head’s complexion. His hair had been auburn and He had deep green penetrating eyes that were holding Sara’s frightened blue ones.
Her outfit outlined her figure. She had 36 C breasts, narrow waist and flaring hips with a rounded butt. She had good legs even though she was only 5 feet 3 inches.
Heaving hard, she looked up from His silk black shirt to His bemused green eyes. She gulped. How could it be Him? She stepped forward and He touched her face. He ran His knuckles across her jaw and she trembled. Stepping back, she took a deep breath and said, “What…What are You….” She looked at Him as she put her hand to her mouth.
“Sara,” He said softly, nearly caressing her with His voice.
She remembered that voice and stepped away. Turning away, she started to the door and His voice changed. “Sara,” He barked and she stopped.
“Look at me,” He commanded.
Sara turned and looked at the buttons of His shirt. How could this man command her heart and soul? “You and i..why are..You said that i was..” she shook her head and then turned as she started to cry. Tears slowly slipped down her face as she looked up at Him. “i can’t..” He stepped up to her and she backed away. “No!”
“W/we need to talk!” He commanded.
“Oh W/we do?” she mocked.
He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her toward Him. He kissed her hard on the mouth and her hand slipped around His neck. Her lips parted and He slipped His tongue deep into her mouth. Feeling her tremble against Him, He kissed her passionately. His hand went into her hair, freeing it by throwing the clip away. He wound His fingers in the mass of curls and pulled it back hard so she had to look into His piercing eyes.
She pushed away and said, “No, You can’t do this to me again. i have finally gotten over You. i’ll be damned if…” She abruptly stopped when He just looked at her fiercely. He held her gaze with that look of domination that held her submissive soul in His palm.
“I miss you, little one and you know W/we belong together. Have you not thought of U/us? Have you not pined for those moments…?”
“Stop,” she begged putting her hands to her ears. She walked toward the salon door, stopped, turned and walked back. Stinging tears slipped down her face as she said, “i’m a woman not a toy. i have feelings, needs, wants and dreams too. You can’t play with my heart, throw me away so many times and then come back when You’re horny. i fell in love with You because of Your tender heart and then You just stopped giving a damn when i became a real woman. You were always…”
“Stop,” He said simply, putting His finger to her trembling lips. “I hurt You and I know You are angry.”
“No, fucking confused. One minute…” She looked into His eyes and just stopped. She couldn’t yell at Him, scold Him or worse yet hurt Him. She hated how much power He wielded over her heart. “i just loved You.”
“Not just,” He corrected. “I cherish you, my Love.”
She blinked. “You cherish me?”
“I need you,” He said stepping up to her.
She put her hand up and said, “Whoa there Prince Charming; i’ve…” His chest pressed against her open palm at the level where the top three buttons of His shirt were undone, allowing her fingers to touch His naked skin. Feeling His racing heart, she let her finger tips caress His bare chest. She heard Him inhale sharply and she looked up into His sensual gaze. Holding her gaze, He lifted up her chin with His knuckles and looked deep into her dark blue eyes. They stood motionless, her fingers burning against His hot skin, as He leaned toward her so slowly.
She backed away breathing hard and said, “i know the control You have over my senses but i don’t have to succumb to it.” She shook her head nervously and backed right into the pole behind her as He stepped up close to her.
“I need You,” He whispered softly. “I can’t get you out of my head or My heart.” He placed her trembling hand against Him again, holding it there. “Do You feel how My heart races?”
“Stop,” she barely whispered and then looked into His green eyes and whispered, “Please..i…oh god, what should i do?”
“Come with Me and if after 10 minutes I haven’t convinced you that You belong in My arms then I will drive you here and never contact you again, little one.”
“Ummm…” her hand drifted up his neck and across His cheek. He sucked her finger into His hot mouth and she whimpered. “How?”
He pulled her up to Him and put His arm around her waist. “Remind you of what I feel like.”
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “i will…”
