Author's note:
Special thanks again go out to Silvercatseye & Texblondie for their editing prowess.
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Part Two: Fantasies & Flashbacks
Chapter 6 -- The Fantasy --
Jake knew what was at stake. He knew what Kade would do if he didn't get his way, and probably even if he did.
The drive to Jake's house had taken longer than it had ever taken before. The winding roads through the North Carolina countryside, which had never failed to clear Jake's mind before, now served only to mock his indecision. As he had told Callie, he could not simply let her go.
And he would not share her with Kade.
His mind whirled uselessly along the same beaten track but by the time he reached the unloading area and slid the vehicle into its assigned space, he was still unable to think of an escape route. Maneuvering the limp and sleeping Callie out of the car, he carried her light body down the long flight of stone stairs and into a stone-carved room. Laying her on the bed, Jake went and got some food and water to put in a small mini fridge for her, and then some clothes for her to change into when she woke up. Locking both of them inside the room behind a heavy wooden door, Jake had paced for several minutes before taking this chair.
Now that Jake was in a secluded room alone with Callie, he could look his fill and he did. He watched her turn her head towards him on the bed, but the slow rhythmic rising and falling of her chest told Jake that she was still asleep. His eyes traced her lithe form, her dark hair falling softly around an oval face, her breasts swelling high and firm over a flat tummy, her endless legs tapering down. Even the ripped and filthy clothing and steadily darkening bruises on her face and arms could not detract from her beauty.
Women were a study in contradictions for Jake. Take Callie, for example (
Please?
whispered his animalistic hindbrain, which remembered all too clearly the erotic sight of Callie lying in the alley with her pants down). Probably the thing that surprised Jake the most about the dark-haired girl now asleep in a rocky chamber was that she didn't seem to realize how truly gorgeous she was. If she had, Callie would have been more confident when he had approached her. Nor would she have felt inferior to Bridgett. He had noticed that right away when both women walked by him without noticing as they entered the club. Over the years, Jake had learned to read all types of women exceptionally well. Bridgett was the kind of woman who seemed to be made up of fake body parts, and loads of make-up. No doubt she could turn countless men's heads, but not Jake's.
Instead, Jake found Callie's natural beauty much more appealing. In the club, he had been drawn to the tentative beauty that had smiled at him across the bar and had run away from the dance floor. In the alley he had seen her half-naked and vulnerable. When he had first flopped down in the chair, he had noticed only the general contours of her body. Now, he took deliberate inventory.
Callie's nose was the perfect size and shape for a woman. Her lips were full, but not to the point of excess. Callie's face was a slender oval shape with perfectly dark ached eyebrows, which matched her dark brown hair. However, when the light hit her hair just right, as it had in the upper room, Jake had noticed natural dark red highlights mixing with the dark brown. The most beautiful part of Callie's face however, were her eyes. They were neither too large nor too small, with an intelligent almond shape to them, framed by long dark lashes, and the most exquisite blue Jake had ever seen. The blue was a dark and deep color, yet small flecks of a lighter silvery blue were also visible.
Exhausted, Jake laid his head back against the chair and closed his eyes. He could see Callie just as clearly with them closed; she had a long slender, yet curvy body that made her tall for a woman. Jake guessed she was around 5'9 or 5'10. Her body had been firm in his hands as he carried her to and from his car, the muscles, even relaxed under the drug, felt toned and fit under his fingers as he had explored the slight curves around her waist and hips. Most of her height seemed to come from her long legs; her gait was an odd combination of graceful and coltish moves. Her breasts were large, but not excessively so. They looked as if they would fit nicely in the palms of his hands. Even her voice was extremely sexy, a beautiful light alto with an undercurrent of huskiness, as aged and smoky and layered as a top-shelf whiskey, and just as intoxicating. Jake also admired Callie's sense of style, as she dressed in form fitting yet classy clothing. She was wearing a pair of tight denim blue jeans that hugged her body well, a black knit halter top that showed some skin, yet still left plenty to the imagination, and a pair of high black boots that woman wore fashionably as of late.
Uncomfortable, Jake shifted slightly in his chair, as his cock was starting to grow harder. He had been in a state of constant half arousal since their conversation on the balcony. It had been nothing but pure will power that had kept a full erection at bay. Now sitting in this dimly lit room, he stopped struggling against the erotic thoughts that were swirling around in his mind.
With his eyes still closed, Jake could see Callie's hard rain soaked nipples jutting out at him through the black lace of her bra. He imagined what they'd look like with nothing covering them, how they'd feel in his warm and greedy mouth. Groaning Jake shifted on the chair yet again trying to find a position that would offer some relieve to his throbbing cock. He really should stop this line of thinking before Callie woke up and found him completely consumed by his lust. He couldn't break his promise to her, he just couldn't.
Nevertheless, another image was already looming deep within him as Jake vividly saw her lying on the hard wet pavement, pants down, underwear ripped and tossed aside, with nothing covering her exposed pussy. For a moment he had been tempted to take her right there, to do exactly as Jimmy had dared him to do, to force his way into her and feel the wonder that was Callie as she wrapped around him. Perhaps that was why Jimmy's comment had enraged him so much.
However, the biggest temptation of the night had come when Callie lifted her hips off the ground to allow him to slide her jeans all the way up. Less than a foot from his face Callie's pussy was arched up towards him. He was so close he could see the wetness from the rain glistening in her pubic hairs under the dim streetlight overhead. At that point, the only thought in his head was that he wanted to bury his face into that sweet spot so he could smell and taste her thoroughly to his hearts' content. He had even lowered his head a few more inches, but he had come to his senses and pulled back when she lowered her hips back onto the ground. With that, Jake had asked her to zip her own pants up as he was on the verge of doing something that would forever damage the relationship that was budding between them; the urge to do so kept getting stronger the longer he stayed near her.
Groaning again, Jake pictured what would have happened if her hips had remained in the air. His mouth began to water as he pictured eating out her pussy, his tongue traveling over her intimate folds, sliding along the taut bud of her exposed clitoris, lapping at the nectar seeping from inside her... He let his hand slip to the crotch of his pants and begin to stroke his large cock through his jeans.
Chapter 7 -- Waking Up --
Callie's head pounded as she opened her eyes and tried to focus them in a dimly lit room. Her face was throbbing and aching fiercely, and it took a few minutes to comprehend where she was, and what had happened. After blinking several times, Callie's focus sharpened through a swollen eye and she saw a darkened silhouette in the corner and heard a guttural groan.
"Jake?"
"I'm here," he said huskily as he got up and moved towards her. "How are you feeling?"
"Like a steamroller ran over me several times," Callie said, giving a weak smile and licking her dry lips. She could barely make out his facial expression in the dark lighting.
Jake opened a tiny fridge, and brought her a bottle of water saying, "so all and all not that bad then?" Going to run a marathon tomorrow?"
He was rewarded by a weak laugh. "Maybe the day after."
Even in the semi-darkness, he saw her wince as the laughter pulled abused muscles and stretched puffy skin and said, "There's a bottle of aspirin right over there on that nightstand, but you should probably wait a bit more before you take some, and maybe even eat something. There are some sandwiches in the fridge, want me to grab you one?"
