Wild Night

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Chapter 1 The two families, the Cutters and the Tyrones, were having a joint backyard barbeque to celebrate the impending union of their children. Family members, relatives, and friends went back and forth between the two yards. The food was being cooked in a large, high-tech barbeque in the backyard of the larger house, which was more of a mansion than a sprawling suburban house. The barbeque was able to cook twenty twenty-pound turkeys all at once, had an attached kitchen complete with a sink, refrigerator, countertop, wine cooler, six burners, and an oven. It was the envy of all the males in the neighborhood. At the barbeque, the two fathers manned the cooking of the steaks, chicken, sausages, ears of corn, potatoes, tomatoes, buns, and anything else that was edible that was brought to them for cooking. From the kitchen window of the smaller house, three women watched the two men in deep discussion over the barbeque. Look at Dad, Deanna Cutter said. Hes been drooling over that thing all day, trying to, Im sure, scheme a way that he can buy one. Wouldnt fit in our backyard, said Lacy Cutter, her older sister, crunching on a carrot. Standing side by side, it was hard to believe that the two were sisters. Deanna was tall and willowy with small breasts, long shapely legs with narrow hips that flared gently from a slim waist, long blond hair that fell down her back like a smooth sheet of gold, blue eyes, and a breathtakingly beautiful face of pale ivory skin and exquisitely etched and evenly balanced features. Lacy, three years Deannas senior, in contrast, was quite short, had mid-length dark hair that curled riotously around a pixie face that had large petaled lips and pointed chin, dark eyes, and pale gold, waxy-like skin. She did not so much mind her face, her lack of height, or her unruly hair. She felt that her slender body was nothing to whine about, as well, except that she was cursed with large breasts and buttocks and hips that were too wide. In temperament, the two were almost as polar opposites. Deanna had a sweet, giving nature, was generous to a fault, patient, and never willing to see anything but the good in everyone she met. In contrast, Lacy took more of a reserved, critical viewpoint of the world, which she often expressed with acerbic wit. She often was impatient of what she felt were shortcomings of others. As the three women stared out the kitchen window, Barbara, their mother and from whom Deanna inherited her looks, shook her loose, gray curls, If I let him cash in our savings to
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buy such a barbeque, hed tear up this place to make sure it would fit. He only agreed to this party for the sole reason of getting his hands on that grill since Raymond bought it. It shocked the hell out of me when they bought that thing, Lacy said. Up until now, the Tyrons always had servants or legion of hired caterers and waiters for their parties. What, are they beginning to tire playing the life of the privileged and are suddenly yearning to be in touch with a more humble way of life? Deanna turned her head to arch her eyebrow at her sister, And what is wrong with that? It does the souls of the rich good to every once in awhile know how the more common people live. Theres nothing common about that contraption, Lacy said, gesturing with her head at the barbeque. A tall, dark haired man in a dark blue suit came through the kitchen door, his tie loosened and the top shirt button undone. He had a face that rivaled the highest paid male movie star with the rangy, athletic build of a stuntman. Deannas face lit up, making her beautiful face seem even more incandescently breathtaking, as if the heavenly aura within her was shining through, Ian. You came home early from your trip. What a wonderful surprise. Beside her Lacy stiffened, a smooth, expressionless mask sliding down over her face. Ian went over to Deanna and pulled her into his arms, planted a kiss on her cheek, and said in a low voice that was almost more of a growl, Hello, darling. Deanna threw her arms around his neck, and as she did so, Lacy turned away and looked out the window, trying a make a show of being interested in the people that were milling around in the two backyards. Hello Mrs. Cutter, Ian greeted warmly to Barbara. Then, with his green eyes going a little cool, he said, Lacy. Lacy managed a half smile, and tried to infuse some warmth in her response, Hello, Ian, but her words came out wooden and awkward. You told me you couldnt possibly make it home in time for this party, Deanna playfully scolded Ian. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I could wrap things up in New York early and take the red eye early this morning. I was dying from being asunder from my beloved fiance.
Namely you, Dee Dee. Unheeding of the presence of his future in-laws, Ian bent his head and covered Deannas lips in a passionate, almost lurid kiss. Despite herself, Lacy turned and watched them in their lovers clinch. After a few seconds of kissing him back, Deanna drew back and said with a laugh, Ian, behave yourself. Were not alone. Lifting his head, he gave Barbara and Lacy a reckless grin and a wink, Im politely requesting you two to scram, Mrs. Cutter. With a light, girlish laugh, Deanna stepped out of his arms to take his hand and pull him to the door, Come on, Ian. Id better get you a beer to cool you off. You dont mind if I abandon you, Mother, with the boiling potatoes, do you? Barbara laughed, It looks as if I dont really have a choice. Dont worry, Dee Dee, I promise Ill put enough heavy cream in the potatoes to make sure that the mashed potatoes are lump free. Go off and enjoy yourself with that rascal of yours. When the two laughingly stumbled outdoors, Barbara turned and fixed narrowed eyes on Lacy. And you, young lady, can start showing your manners that I drilled into you all those years, she said sternly. Lacys eyes widened with surprise, Me? What do you mean? Who was I rude to? You know very well who. It happens every time Ian enters the room. You get all stiff and cold whenever hes around, and you barely say more than two words to him the entire time. Or you disappear after a few minutes of his appearance. Lacy flushed, looked down at her feet and mumbled a touch of childish recalcitrance, No, I dont. She was embarrassed that her mother had noticed her reaction to Ian. Barbara took a fork and tested the boiling potatoes. Yes you do, Lacy, and you know it. Why dont you like Ian? You used to. In fact, I thought you might have had a slight crush on him when you were in high school. Now, its as if you cant stand the sight of him. Whats gotten into you, lately? Lacy forced a smile, Nothing, Mom. You know that theres always been a little friction between Ian and I all these years, like brother and sister. Yes, I have always known that, Barbara eyed her sharply again. But in the past, it never prevented you from going over to him and carry on a normal conversation or at least to
exchange a few words. Now, you seem to make a point of avoiding him like the plague. Has something happened between you and Ian? Have you two quarreled lately? Lacy pushed a hand through her thick curls and sighed heavily. This was one conversation she definitely did not want with her mother, or anyone in her family. She said, her hands waving almost wildly, a sure sign that she was either nervous or lying, I guess Ive been under a lot of pressure at work, deadlines and such, and its making me tired. In fact, mother, Barbara lifted her eyebrows when she saw her daughters fingers lacing together tightly. Ive been thinking, that is, Im pretty sure that Im going to transfer to the New York office. Barbaras face paled. She could not imagine any of her four kids being no more than two miles away. But she had known that it would happen sooner or later with at least one of them. She asked carefully, Why? Lacy gave a vague shrug, Well, much more opportunities, for one. You know that New York is the ad capital in America. I thought you were doing well at the San Francisco office. I am. But, well, I could do better in New York. Plus, I feel that I need some change in my life. But why does it have to be three thousand miles of change, Barbara said in a hurt, accusing voice. Its all so sudden, youre wanting to move away. You seemed so happy. Mother, please dont make this anymore difficult than it already is, Lacy pleaded. Barbara relented, Alright, Lacy. Well talk about it later. She looked out the window and saw that people were beginning to line up at the barbeque with paper plates. I better take the tray of condiments out. Please look after the potatoes, will you? Left alone in the kitchen, Lacy looked out the window, her face blank but tinged with sadness as she watched people enjoying themselves. Then her eyes darkened with pain as she watched Ian and her sister. He was holding a beer in one hand and his other hand rested on her back, rubbing it lightly with affection. His dark head was bent so that their faces were close as he listened with intentness to something Deanna was telling him. Lacy noticed how his eyes never left her sisters lovely face, as if she was the only one who existed for him. They were the two most perfect lovers, Lacy had always thought. And Lacy never knew such pain that she always felt whenever she watched them.
She wanted to be happy for her sister, for Ian, and for their future together. And she would be, she promised herself, once she was three thousand miles away from them. Only by being so far away from Ian Tyrone could she live her life with some measure of sanity. By being in New York, and by him being in Northern California, she would no longer be falling more in love with him every time she saw him. And no longer would her heart be ripped apart and shatter every time she saw him and Deanna together. Chapter 2 Lacys Her mother had been right. She had had a crush on Ian, ever since he and his family moved into the large, sprawling, mansion-like house next door when she had been ten years old and Deanna had been seven. What ten-year-old girls heart would not throb at the sight of a tall, dark-haired, movie-star-faced teenage boy of fifteen? And that innocent crush was cemented every time hed wave to her and yell out her name in greeting as he rushed out to his meet his friends, or when hed ruffle her curly hair and call her brat or kid, always treating her with that boyish, carelessly brother-like affection. Lacy had nursed that crush through her adolescent. As a teenager, she would experiment her flirtations on Ian before she tried it on boys her age. Often, hed laugh at her nave attempts. Shed tried to glare at him, annoyed and embarrassed, but always, his dazzling smile and laughing green eyesd mesmerize her, and her anger would dissipate in a wave of puppy love. She began to become aware of her sexuality at the ripe age of sixteen, becoming aware of her body, noticing the way boys eyes lingered over her lush curves. And Lacy began to have sexual feelings for Ian. She wanted to give her body to him, and only to him. One summer afternoon, when she was seventeen, she set out to seduce him. When she saw that Ian was alone, she sauntered out to the Tyrones patio where he was drying himself under the sun from a swim. He had been home all summer from Harvard, and was due to return in a few days, as Lacy was to return to her high school for her last year. For the seduction, she wore a bathing suit that was too small for her. Her breasts were two-cup sizes larger than the top and her buttocks had grown fuller since she had bought the suit. As a result, her opulent curves were bursting out from the skimpy suit. As she walked across her yard and entered the Tyrones patio, her stomach was jumping with nerves. But on the outside, she appeared at ease, insouciant, a carefree teenage girl ready to have some fun, which might include some heavy petting with a willing boy. She wore large sunglasses to protect her eyes
from the bright sunlight. Beneath them, her eyes feverishly ran over Ians tall rangy body lounging in the deck chair, suntanned and in swimming trunks, glistening with water. He was also wearing sunglasses, sleek narrow ones, and his head resting on the lounge back. His chest had filled out so that his shoulders were broad and straight and his abdomen lean, hard, and landscaped with well-defined muscles. He had no hair on his front side, except for a narrow, black strip that reached from the middle ribcage to his bellybutton and disappeared into his trunks. Crispy black hair sprinkled liberally on his arms and legs. As she took in his body, Lacy felt a warmth mixed with a certain tightness begin to curl between her legs and radiate out, making her shiver with anticipation. She knew what that tightness meant, because she had been feeling it more and more lately every time she looked at Ian. As Lacy drew closer, Ian did not move. Thinking herself quite bold, and as sophisticated as the ladies in the movies, she sat down on his lounge beside him so that their thighs touched. Ian, continuing to lie back in his chair, ordered as an annoyed brother would to a younger sister, Beat it, kid. But Lacy was too used to Ian always telling her to get lost, and remained where she was. She could feel, though, her heart racing as she imagined her first kiss with him, which she was determined to get from him before he left again for college, going back to his books, and back to all those beautiful slim girls he met there, and sometimes brought home with him. So when are you going back to Harvard? Tomorrow, but he gave an imperceptible shrug of his broad shoulders. Dont know really. I was thinking about the next day. Are there are lot of pretty girls at your college? His chiseled lips curved slightly, Enough to keep me happy. For some reason, the secretive smile made her instinctively feel a violent surge of jealously. What does that mean? she demanded It means none of your business, kid. Now scram. Youre messing up my Chi. I bet you take a lot of them to bed. Are most of them virgins? That made Ian jerk up to a sitting position and rip his sunglasses off to glare at her, Christ, Lace, what kind of questions are those for a little girl to be asking a man?
Lacy batted her eyes at him, as she often did when teasing him about his women, Then who should I be asking them? I dont know. Wasnt your sex ed supposed to take care of that part of your education? Lacy gave him a smile that was very adult, very female, and Ian narrowed his eyes a little coolly at her. There are things that will never be covered by sex ed, she said with an air of juvenile sophistication. Ian stood up. Lacy got to her feet, as well, and came around to him. He turned to retrieve his towel from the back of the chair, and when he turned back, he bumped solidly into her, so that his hands gripped her arms to prevent her from falling. Quite pleased with her maneuver, she leaned her body into his, resting her hands on his shoulders. The face she lifted to him wore an expression that was very womanly and very inviting, Sex education can never describe what it feels like for a girl to be kissed for the first time by a man. When Ian felt her small, voluptuous body, warm and willing, lean lightly against his, he finally realized that he was no longer dealing with a little girl with a thin, boyish figure that never seemed to run out of energy, and to whom he could treat like a kid sister in his brotherly carefree fashion. That little girl was now a teenager on the verge of womanhood with a full, lush womans body that tempted a man to test the size of her large breasts and mold his hands over the generous curves of her hips and buttocks. And no longer was he dealing with a young girl who expected gentle teasing and prodding but a teenager who wanted to begin exploring what her body could do to a man and the physical pleasure that it could bring her by giving pleasure to him. Ians dark eyes caught the bold curves of her full breasts and how they almost fell out of the bikini top that was so obviously too small for the much more mature size. Then his eyes traveled down to her flaring hips and slender thighs, then back up to her flat stomach with its deep belly button. Hadnt Lacy told him a month ago that she was thinking about getting it pierced? It was all the rage in San Francisco and Los Angeles, she had told him in that knowing way that teenagers have. Now, seeing her body almost bared to his eyes, he could almost see that belly pierced with a small gold hoop. For a moment, Ian imagined flicking his tongue at that gold hoop. He would do so before delving his tongue into the button cavern. Then he would flick at
that gold hoop again while his finger explored her tight female passage between her thighs, gently massaging her inner walls, and his thumb rubbing lightly at her clitoris Realizing his thoughts and to whom they pertained, Ian dropped his hands from Lacys arms as if he were singed, and stepped away. Lacy saw his face harden and his eyes turn icy with contempt as they looked down at her. The feeling of sensual excitement and promise that had been melting her bones vanished, and shame and embarrassment flooded her. She shrank back from him as if she had been slapped, crossing her arms tightly over her breasts, and trembling from the sudden shiver that came over her. I dont know what youre playing out, Lacy, Ian said in a cold, harsh voice she had never heard him use on her before. If its a boy youre after, then let me point out two mistakes youre making. One, dont mistake me for one of your clumsy young boys you can experiment on. And two, men like to make the moves, not the other way around. Lacy would have run off in complete humiliation if it were not for his second warning. It got her back up. She knew plenty of boys in high school who were quite gratified when the girl made the first move. So youre saying Im acting like a tramp, because I want you to kiss me? she tossed at him. Im saying dont use me to play with when youre trying to relieve your boredom with immature sex, Ian returned coolly. Is that because youre not interested in me in that way? Im not interested in childs play, he returned evenly. He threw his towel over his shoulders and walked into his house. The next day, Lacys mother knocked on her bedroom door where she had spent most of her time brooding since the previous afternoon. Lacy, Ians here. He says he needs to talk to you. Well, I dont want to talk to him. Lacy said, back to being the recalcitrant, moody teenager. I think you better go down there. At least to say goodbye to him. He says hes flying back to Harvard tonight.
When Lacy went downstairs, Ian gave her a small bouquet of pink and white carnations with babys breath and tiny pink roses. Shocked, confused, and so touched by the flowers, she could only stare up at him numbly. As he stared down at her, his green eyes were serious and gentle, I came to apologize for yesterday, Lacy. I didnt want to go back to college with things unsettled between us. I was out of line with some of the things I said to you. I still think you need to be more careful with yourself when it comes to guys, but I didnt need to put it the way I did. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, and said with a grin, Did you want to kiss me, after all? Ian smiled but he shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, Perhaps, had you been older, and I didnt think of you as my kid sister, I might have. He gave out his hand, Pax? After a second of hesitation, Lacy shook his hand and nodded, Pax. He might not have satisfied her intense need to be told that she was physically attractive in his eyes, but he had gone a long way to show that she had meant something to him, even if as a kid sister only, enough to go out of his way to get her flowers and showing up at her doorsteps to apologize for his hurtful words. It had been enough, and her world was right again. For the next four years, Lacy and Ian rarely saw one another. After high school, she went to the University of California in Los Angeles, and he enrolled in Harvard Law School. After he graduated, he then spent another year at Oxford in England as a Rhode Scholar. Despite his illustrious education, and his fathers established lobbying practice and political connections, Ian decided to settle in his small home town of Santa Rosa and set up a more stodgy law practice that assisted the elderly with their retirement and wills. At the age of twenty-three, Lacy finished her degree in liberal arts and business marketing at UCLA. She came back up to Santa Rosa to try and decide what she wanted to do with her future. On her first evening back, she had dinner with her parents. That evening, after dinner, Lacy entered the living room after having helped her mother do the dishes, and stopped in the doorway when she saw Ian sitting in an armchair next to her father, sharing port. He had been visiting his parents next door and her father had invited him over for an after-dinner drink. Seeing Ian for the first time in a long time in her parents living room, and seeing his cleanly cut profile, dark tousled hair that was a trifle long, and his long, lean body draped
carelessly into an old, comfortable chair, Lacy felt the bottom of her stomach fall out. Watching him listen intently to her father, she knew that she had never gotten over her crush for Ian all those years she was in college. Even more, she realized, that the crush had blossomed into a fullblown love that only a woman could feel for a man. The recognition of her love for Ian had decided for her that she would remain in Santa Rosa, get a job with an ad agency, and find a way to get Ian to fall in love with her and marry her. Before she set out on her campaign to woo Ian, she felt that she first needed to make something of herself. So she first concentrated on her career and spent the next three years establishing her position in the San Francisco branch of a large prestigious advertising agency whose accounts included major corporations and top magazines. She saw little of Ian during that time, but this concerned her little. She knew that he was just as busy as she on his career, and promised herself that once she felt secure in her job, she would begin her campaign to win him over. When she did see him, she made an effort to be more congenial, to hold back her tongue in his presence, and try to show him a softer side of her. She did not make the mistake, though, of being bold towards him. That one time she had tried to seduce him by his pool had definitely taught her to play her cards closer to her chest. The night she received a promotion at her company to the general manager of the commercial division for Northern California, Lacy felt that she was in an excellent position to begin bringing the man of her dreams into her life, and the time had come for her to begin her courtship of Ian Tyron. One Friday, while at work, she picked up the phone and dialed Ians number, and put back the receiver on the first ring. She picked it up again, dialed, and hung up. She did this ten times. On the eleventh try, she managed to muster enough courage to keep the phone to her ear until it was answered on the other end. Her body was shaking all over as she did so, and her stomach was jumping as if a million fish were flip-flopping in there. When she heard his voice, she almost put the phone down again, but made herself grip the receiver tightly in her fist and pressed it hard against her ear. Ian? Hi, its Lacy, she said in a breezy, friendly voice, while struggling not to jump out of her skin. All week, she had practiced every word she wanted to say to him, and had trained her voice so that she could modulate it to sound light and airy. Hey, how about you and I getting together for lunch sometime next week?
Sure, Lace, thatd be great, Ian said without hesitation. Itd give us an opportunity to catch up on old times. Im free Tuesday or Friday lunch. Surprised that it was much easier than she had expected, she said in a hurried voice, Oh, yeah. Let me look at my date book. Yes, I see Tuesdays great for me. What time? Lets make it twelve thirty. And lets meet at this new restaurant thats being written up lately. Its on the corner of Fourth and Third. Its French-Indian fusion, and I understand they make great curry. Are you into that? So happy that it was all turning out better than she could have imagined on this first round, Lacy gave a relieved laugh, Thats sounds fantastic, Ian. I cant wait. See you then. When she put down the phone, she did a little jig around her desk, not caring that the other employees were staring at her. An hour or so later, Lacys mother called to tell her about a family dinner on the following Saturday night. The whole family is going to be there, Barbara said. It seems that Deanna has something important to tell all of us. That Saturday, when Lacy entered her parents house, she was surprised to see Ian there as well. It occurred to her that it was rather odd that he should be included in a dinner that was meant for a family meeting of some sorts. But she did not care and was quite pleased to see him. After all, she hoped to make him a family member very soon. Then Deanna swept down the stairs. Although she had known her all her life, Lacy was still taken aback by the astounding beauty of her sister. Deanna was even more beautiful tonight, looking quite radiant with a certain happy glow that Lacy had never seen before on her face. What gives, Sis? Lacy asked, making a careful study of her face. You call a family gathering, and you look as if you just won the lottery. Deannas face split into a wide, blinding grin. She turned her head to look behind her in the living room where their father, two brothers, and Ian were discussing quite energetically the football game that they were watching on television. Youll find out soon enough, Lace. I promised I would wait until after dinner. Deanna gave a bubbling laugh as if she could not help herself. She was almost hopping from one foot to the other, and Lacy could see that whatever it was her sister had to tell, she could barely keep it to herself.
She kissed Deanna on the cheeks and said, Well, whatever it is, it must be a good thing, because its making you more beautiful than usual. Then her intuition flared up, and she cocked her head at Deanna, Tell me, Dee Dee, are you going to announce that youre going to be married? Deannas look of surprise confirmed Lacys suspicion. How do you do that, you brat? Deanna said. You always were good at guessing everyones secret. Whos the guy? That I will definitely keep a secret until I make my announcement. That part is almost better than my telling you guys that Im getting married. Do I know him? But Deanna laughed as she walked out of the kitchen and said airily, Youll see soon enough. The family sat down in the dining room to a simple but hearty dinner of roast beef, potato au gratin, green been salad, and regular vegetable salad. After the table was cleared, the dishes in the dishwasher, and the desert served, Barbara gave a subtle signal to Deanna that conveyed she had kept them in the dark long enough. Deanna threw back her long, silky blonde hair behind her shoulders and smiled hugely, irrepressibly, Youre right, mother, the time has come for me to make my announcement. What, youre going to tell us that youre going to get a boob job, Martin, the youngest of them all snickered which earned him a severe glare from Barbara and a napkin thrown into his face by Deanna. Ever since she was a teenager, she had always bemoaned her small breast size, and it had become a family joke. She rose out of her chair and came around to the table to where Ian was sitting and sat on his lap, throwing her arms around his neck. Ian and I have decided to get married. Barbara cried out, Oh, I knew it! I knew it! The two Cutter boys rolled their eyes, said with brotherly disdain, Big deal, and left the table to a more promising entertainment with computer games. Their father smiled with pride and satisfaction at his youngest daughter, Congratulations, sweetheart. Your mom and I couldnt be happier for you.
Lacy sat immobile in her chair, her face sheet white, completely numb with shock, her dark eyes staring blankly at Deanna sitting on Ians lap. But howwhen did youthere was never any indication that you two she said, her lips trying desperately to protest that what was in front of her eyes could not possibly be. She looked around the table at the faces of her parents. Not one of them looked as stunned as she felt. Instead, her parents looked very happy, and very gratified. Why are you so surprised, dear? Barbara asked Lacy. We all knew that it was only a matter of time when these two would get married. Lacy slowly shook her head, and said faintly, I didnt even know that you and Ian were seeing each other. Her mother said severely, Well, blame that on the fact that youve not been around since you came back from college. Youve been so wrapped up in your job. Lacy stared at the couple, her eyes still unbelieving, When did you two Almost a year ago, Deanna said, laying her head against Ians shoulder. It was at the coffee shop downtown, on a rainy afternoon, the wind blowing newspaper all over the streets. I had ducked in for a moment to get warm and dry. All the tables were taken. And I see in the corner this incredibly good-looking guy sitting at a table all by himself, reading a newspaper. Ian grinned down at her and flicked a finger at her nose, At first she did not recognize me, did you? Of course I did. Or I would not have been so bold as to go over to you and ask if I could share the table with you. And once you sat down, I think you right then and there got it into your head to marry me, because the second you sat down, the first words out of your mouth were if I were married? Deanna ran her hands through Ians dark, thick hair, and said with affection, pressing her forehead against Ians, Can I help it if I know a good thing when I see it? My mamma raised no fool. Watching the way the two looked at one another, their faces wearing foolish grins that lovers tend to wear, Lacy felt nausea welling up inside her stomach. I think Im going to be sick, she said hoarsely. Barbara was alarmed when she saw Lacys face had gone greenish white, Are you alright, Lacy? Was it something you ate?
Lacy stumbled out of her chair, one hand at her stomach, and the other over her mouth, and ran up the stairs to the upstairs bathroom. She barely had time to lock the door and bend down to the toilet before she began to retch uncontrollably. Chapter 3 That had been almost ten months ago, Lacy remembered, as she continued to watch the barbeque scene through the window of her mothers kitchen. Those ten months had been the most tortuous months she had ever known, forced to watch Deanna and Ian bask in their happiness while her future happiness disappeared before her very eyes. To make it even more unbearable was that she was forced to be involved in their wedding. Her sister had asked her to be one of the bridesmaids and, as much as she badly needed to, Lacy as the sister could not refuse Deanna. This meant that she had to be involved in the endless shopping for dresses, shoes, purses, gloves, veils, and all the other millions of accessories that a wedding needs. Lacys reverie was broken when the screen door opened and slammed shut. Barbara rushed in with an empty tray and dropped it into the sink. Stop sulking, Lacy, and tend to those potatoes, she admonished as she dribbled some soap on the tray and ran warm water in it. Looks like some of Ians friends have arrived. Lacy went over to the stove and tested the potatoes. After she was satisfied that they were tender, she turned the burner off and drained the water. Barbara said, Apparently, Ians friends have decided to give Ian and Deanna an engagement party at his parents house. Except that Deanna is not going to be around. Where is she going? And why dont they just do it at his house? I dont know. You know Ians parents are leaving tonight for Los Angeles for a week, and Ian is housesitting. I guess his friends thought it was a perfect opportunity to have a poolside bash. Its too bad Deanna will be missing out, but shes meeting her friend whos flying in from London and theyre going to spend the night in San Francisco. You remember Julia Erwin, dont you, dear? The freckled faced redhead who lived on McDonald? Its she who is coming in. Theyve been best friends since they were in pre-school. How does Deanna feel about leaving her fianc alone at a party? Im sure she feels fine about it. Youve been invited to join the party, you know. Ill think about it, Lacy said noncommittally.
I think you should, dear. Youve barely had any social life since you started that job. A lot of Ians friends are going to be here. Perhaps you could get to know one of them. You know, being from a rich family, Ian must know a lot of rich boys. Perhaps you can meet a nice one yourself as Dee Dee has. Lacy closed her eyes on the pain that swelled within her heart. I did meet a boy I wanted, but my sister stole him from me, she wanted to scream at her mother. Instead she added cream to the mashed potatoes, salt and pepper, and put a plastic cover over it. Keeping her face averted from her mother, she said, Looks like the potatoes are ready for the gang. Ill just take it out. An hour later, the poolside barbeque was in full swing, with close to thirty of Ians friends arriving in one large surge. Not at all bothered by the onslaught, Raymond Tyrone, Ians father, bravely manned his new beloved barbeque, with plenty of kibitzing from Lacys father, and cooked legions of steaks, chicken breasts, hot dogs, sausages, buns, corncobs, onions, and tomatoes. Barbara, Lacy, Deanna, Ians mother, and the Tyrones servants shuttled back and forth to the kitchens to replenish green salads, potato salads, mashed potatoes, and deserts that seem to disappear as soon as they set out. Later, when Lacy sat down at one of the picnic tables to eat, she found herself alone with her sister. Lacy was ashamed to realize that she had so little to say to her sister. When they had been younger, especially as teenagers, she and Deanna used to have no end of topics to talk about, discussing endlessly about music, movie stars, aspirations, and sharing gossip, tips on makeup, clothes, hair, and boys. Now, in the past several months, since Deannas engagement to Ian, they had become strangers. Lacy knew that that was mostly her fault. At first she had been so distraught over losing any chance she might have had with Ian that she could not stand being in Deannas presence for more than a few minutes. Now, nearly ten months after the engagement, the devastating pain had subsided, but the ache was still there for Lacy. Whenever she was around her sister, the heartache made her closed up inside so that she was often distant and stiff with Deanna. Her sister was going to be married to Ian in two months, Lacy thought. She had always known it, but at that moment, her sisters impending marriage to Ian finally hit home for her. That meant she needed to begin to come to terms with their marriage, or else she was going to be a mess all her life, and alienate people she loved. She decided that now was as good a time as
any to begin truly accepting what was inevitable. No more long, brooding silences whenever she was with her family, she decided. No more hurting Deanna by treating her as if she were a stranger. It was time to put forward with a positive face her acceptance of Deanna and Ians impending marriage. She put a hand on Deannas hand and said, If I have not said congratulations yet, Dee Dee, then let me say it now. Hes a very lucky man to have you. I hope he realizes that. Deanna turned away from watching Ian playing boccie with some of his friends on the lawn to look at her sister with first surprise then with relief. I think Im the lucky one, Sis, she smiled. Sometimes I cant believe that I actually am going to marry Ian. Ive known him all my life, and it never even occurred to me to think of him anything but the boy next door until over a year ago. Even more shocking is that his parents are perfectly accepting of the fact that their only son is marrying a nobody like me. Lacy scoffed in a sisterly fashion, Since when have the Cutters not been good enough for the likes of Tyrones. Thats not what I mean, Lacy. Its just that Ian has always gone out with wealthy women. And some of his friends have said that his grandmother had wanted him to marry one of the daughters of a few wealthy family from back east, or one from Los Angeles, or another in San Francisco. But it was you he chose, wasnt it? So that proves to you that wealthy debutantes are not Ians taste. I dont think you have anything to worry about your being able to make Ian happy. Every time hes around you, he looks at you as if hes just found the Holy Grail. But what the more important question is does Ian make you happy? Deannas beautiful, almost ethereal face broke into smile, some of the tension relaxing at the corners of her eyes. It was a relief to her to be finally able to confide in Lacy about some of her anxieties over her marriage to Ian, as she had been wanting to ever since she got engaged. Deanna felt she had not been able to for a long time, because of a certain distance that Lacy had put between them, which confused as well as was a little wounding to her. She had missed those sisterly discussions lately. Deanna rolled her pretty blue eyes and said with a giddy smile, He makes me deliriously happy. What woman wouldnt be happy just being with him? Hes so good looking, has a great
body, educated, funny. But hes also thoughtful, brave, able to give comfort, and strong. A woman can always be sure that she can lean on him. And good in bed. You forgot to add the most important attribute in a guy, Lacy teased. Instead of heartedly concurring as Lacy had expected, Deannas face clouded a bit as she shifted a little in her seat with discomfort. What? Hes not good in bed? Lacy prodded, laughingly, because she found the idea so absurd. Youre not going to tell me that a guy like Ian does not know how to get a woman to org Shhhh! Deanna hissed at her, looking around to make sure that no one overheard. Lets not have everyone know what were discussing, shall we? Of course Ians good in bed. Thats just the problem. Hes too good. She stopped and looked apprehensively at Lacy, thinking that she was divulging too much personal information about her relationship with Ian, even if it was to her sister. What? Lacy said. She saw the hesitation on Deannas face. Oh, no, Dee Dee. Youre not going to leave me hanging like this, not after what youve already said. Come on, you might as well tell me the rest, or else Ill hound you until you do. Knowing her sister was quite capable of doing so, Deanna closed her eyes for a brief moment and took a deep breath. She hesitated a second, then said. Im not quite sure how to say this. But I think you might be the best person to discuss it with. You know men, Lacy. Youve had more experience with them than I have in the bedroom department. Youve slept with more men than I have. Im not at all passing judgment, Lace, Deanna quickly added when she saw Lacys dark eyes cool a little. I am just saying that youre much more comfortable with sex than I am. You always were, even as a teenager. Lacy relaxed. It was true that sex came more naturally to her than it did to Deanna. So, are you asking big sister for some advice on her honeymoon night? Lacy asked dryly. A nervous laugh escaped Deanna, No, of course not. Im not asking for that horrid, traditional talk that brides used to get. Ive progressed at least beyond that point. Then what are you asking.
Deanna shifted again, her face looking even more uncomfortable, Have you ever found a man who wastoo much in bed? Too much? Too much as in how? The size of his penis or in the things he wants you to do? Deanna was scarlet red by now, Nono. Too much in the way he is with you sexually. That he wants to have sex with you more than once? Whats wrong with having sex with a man more than once if he is willing and able? I dont quite mean that either. Or, I do, but other things, as well. Then what is it that you mean, Dee Dee? Lacy said with some exasperation. Its just that Ian tends to be a bit overwhelming in bed. Hes so passionate, and so sexual, that I dont quite know how to handle it. Deannas face was painfully bright red, and she kept glancing around her to make sure no one was listening. He can go on for hours, or would if I wanted to. I like sex, dont get me wrong, Lace. Its just that, my idea of sex is a bit more sedate than what Ian wants. I sometimes think that because I am not as passionate as he, that Ians a little disappointed in me. I know hes holding back a lot of the times. I want to be right there for him, but I cant seem to make myself. Sometimes, after weve had sex, and hes lying beside me, I know he wants to do it again, but I cant, and so he just lies there, unsatisfied, wanting more. I dont know what to do, Lacy? Lacy swallowed the mouthful of water before she choked on it. She did not know whether to laugh or cry as she listened to her sister talking about her sexual difficulties with the man that Lacy was in love with. She resorted to flippancy, My advice is to hang on for dear life and enjoy the ride. Thats tacky, Lacy. I should have known you wouldnt be sensitive about this, Deanna retorted. Lacy quickly made her face look sober, I know that was tacky. Im sorry. Im not quite sure what to tell you, Dee Dee, except to give it time. Talk to Ian about it. I know I should be talking to Ian, Deanna said, a little despondently. But I dont know what to say. I never had this problem with other men. Most men, after having sex, want to pull up their pants, and either go to sleep or watch television. Thats why most women are left unsatisfied after sex, Lacy want to snap at her sister. She wanted to take Deannas shoulders and shake her, and yell at her that she does not know what a
treasure she has in a man who can go all night. Instead, Lacy gave the comforting words that she knew her sister was seeking. She laid a hand on Deannas shoulders and said, trying to sound positive and confident, I wouldnt worry too much about it, if I were you, Dee Dee. You two just need time to get to know one another, both in bed and out of it. In time, youll learn to adjust to him, and he will to you. And remember the most important thing. Ian loves you, Deanna. No matter what difficulties, or differences you two might have, hell always love you. Thats why you two will work it out sooner or later. Lacy had been right in saying those words to her sister. Deannas face instantly smoothed out in a relieved smile, all traces of worry and confusion ironed out of her lovely features, as she threw her arms around Lacys neck. Oh, thank you, darling. When you put it that way, it makes me realize that Im worrying over a trivial matter. Youre the best sister a girl can have. As Deanna hugged her sister, Lacys earrings caught her eye. She drew back and flicked them, I always liked these, Lace. Theyre so elegant and can be worn day or night. Ive tried to look for some like them but could never find any. Lacys hand automatically went up to her ears as she tried to remember which pair she had on. The large stone told her that she was wearing her emerald and diamond ones. Each earring had a large emerald stone that was princess cut, one carat, and outlined by four elongated princess cut smaller diamonds. She had seen them at an artists boutique window and, although the cost was almost as much as one months pay check, she knew she had to have them. Youll have to let me borrow them sometime, Deanna said, linking her arm with Lacys, happy now that they could be close sisters that they once were. There is a fundraiser dinner that Ian and I have to go to next month in San Francisco. Im wearing this emerald and gray silk satin sheath and I think those earrings would go perfectly them. Sure, let me know when you need them and Ill drop by with them. Now that her future marriage looked bright once again, Deanna got up and walked over to Ian. As Lacy watched her put an arm around his waist and lay her head on his shoulder, she was aware that she had just put a few more nails on the coffin that contained any chance she might have had with Ian. But it was not as painful as it once would have been. Lacy knew she
did not have a chance with him, never did, and so it was somewhat gratifying that she could improve her sisters happiness with him. Around six oclock, Deanna left to meet her friend at the San Francisco Airport. Towards eight oclock, with the late summer sun descending towards dusk, Ians family left to catch their flight to Los Angeles. Barbara and her husband retired to their house for the evening. Ians friends turned the boisterous late afternoon barbeque into a warm, summer evening swimming party. Lacy did join in the party. Like her and Ian, most of the guests had been born and raised in the small city of Santa Rosa, so she knew many of them or knew their siblings. Getting reacquainted with people she grew up and to school with, she began to relax and enjoy herself, and decided to join the others who were frolicking in the pool. She changed into a one-piece swim suite, one of the many extras that the Tyrones always had on hand in the changing rooms. With her voluptuous body, small, pixie-like face, and engaging smile, it was only a matter time when she would begin to draw male eyes. Soon, a small number of them were sitting around her lounge chair. Ians friends soon revealed to her that they had hired a call girl for Ian for the night as a joke. Ians not going to go for that? Lacy said. Hey, you never know. His fiance has left town, said one man with ash blond hair that was receding and cornflower blue eyes. You know what they say about what mice will do when the cat is away. Lacy shook her head, I dont what you guys were thinking when you set this up, but youre wasting your money. Ians not about to go behind Deannas back. Hes not the type to play around on a woman. Thats what I told these bozos, said a brown haired, somewhat heavyset man, as he played solitaire on a deck table. You know how much this call girl is costing us? One thousand dollars. And thats only for one fuck and one blowjob. Lacy asked sardonically, What are you going to do with her when Ian keeps his hands clear of her? Do you still have to pay the one thousand, or do you just have to pay a handling fee for returning the merchandise?
There was a small pause. By the way the men were grinning foolishly at one another, Lacy guessed that if Ian keeps his own hands clear of the call girl, that many of the other men were only too willing to take his place. Men are such dogs, she said shaking her head. She stood up and dove into the pool for a cool dip. Ten minutes later, when she pulled herself out of the pool, she spotted Ians long body lazing in a chair, sunglasses over his eyes, clad in tight faded jeans and a shirt that was unbuttoned. Although it was late in the evening, the pool area was lit up with numerous lights overhead. As she dried herself off, she studied him for a moment. It had been a long time since they exchanged more than a few words of greeting. In the last year, that was because she had been avoiding him as she had with her sister. Lacy went over to him and sat down next to him on his lounge chair as she used when she was a teenager dogging his heels. Scram, kid, Ian said, without moving, but a smile curved his lips. Why do you insist on still treating me as a child, Ian? she asked with some annoyance as she toweled her hair. Ian took his sunglasses off and ran his eyes over her body clad in a faded swimsuit that was a tad too small for her curvy body. For a brief moment, Lacy thought she saw heat flicker in his bottle green eyes as they ran over her full breasts, down her flat stomach, and over her generous hips. But when they came back to her face, the familiar mockery was in them, and she decided she had been mistaken. She could also see by the heaviness of his eyelids and under his eyes and by the slight alcohol breath on him that he was a bit inebriated. Ill always think of you like a kid sister, Lace, Ian said. Why? Your view of my sister has evolved so that you treat her like an adult. You even managed get engaged to her. And Im three years older than she is. Ian gave her a rakish grin, his lids lowering over his eyes even more, giving him a very reckless and very sexy look, Yeah, but your sister never seemed to me a nettlesome kid sister. You two barely knew the other was alive until almost two years ago, Lacy pointed out with a small irritable frown. Ian shrugged, reached for the tall glass that contained some fruity drink on the table beside him and took a hefty slug, I guess thats the point.
Lacy was silent for a moment as she studied the strikingly handsome face that was currently smirking at her. Was he saying that because she did everything to be near him all those years as a teenager that she had managed to imbed in his mind permanently an image of her as a pest, and that he would never think of her as anything else? In contrast, Deanna had never pestered Ian the way Lacy had. So that by the time she met up with Ian as an adult, Ian had no problem seeing her as a beautiful woman. It made sense in a warped way, Lacy supposed. Deciding to be philosophical about the irony of her relationship with Ian, Lacy took the tall glass from him, took a large swallow, and gasped as the sharp liquor burned her throat. Jesus Christ, Ian, she gasped. Have a little fruit punch with your paint thinner. Are you set out to get drunk tonight, since your fiance is out of town for the night? He took the drink back from her and took another healthy gulp, and said, his words beginning to slur, Ive decided to do precisely that since this will probably be my last chance to let it all hang out. I havent gotten good and drunk since my first years in college. He lifted the heavily fueled cocktail up and gazed at it fondly, This brings back memories of those heady days in the frat. He took another drink. Ian handed her the glass again. Lacy drank from it and said, So, does your reclaiming of some of your youthful indiscretions for the night also mean taking advantage of your buddies quaint but errant generosity? Ian looked at her and tried to focus his eyes on her, What? The call girl they supposedly hired for you. Your buddies feel that youre in need of sewing what probably will be the last of your wild oats. Ian laughed and fell back in his lounge chair and put back his sunglasses on, Oh, yeah. I heard about that. I tried to tell them that paid sex was never my thing. Tried it once in my first year in college with some guys in my fraternity. It wasnt bad, but it wasnt all that good either. Maybe the girls werent good enough to charge one thousand dollars a night, Lacy drawled. Ian lifted his eyebrows and whistled, One thousand, huh? I certainly have thoughtful friends. I think theyre hoping that you will decline to take them up on their generosity so that they can keep her to themselves.
As generous as my friends are tonight, I do plan to be equally gracious and generous by giving up my claim to their boon. Amused, Lacy shook her head, got to her feet and went to get her own cocktail at the open bar that Ians friends had set up. Chapter 4 The two Long Island iced teas she ordered from the bartender had been delicious, but that was all she remembered because she had passed out like a light after the second drink. The next thing she knew she was waking up in a cushioned lounge on the lawn feeling as if she had been hit with a mack truck. The watch that someone had left on the table next to her told her it was almost one oclock in the morning. She had been passed out for four hours. All around the patio and on the lawn, other partygoers had fallen asleep, as well. Her swimsuit was still damp and she shivered in the chill that often cooled Northern Californias summer evenings. Carefully, because her head was beginning to pound with the onset of a hangover, Lacy gathered her clothes. But she could not change her clothes in any of the rooms because they were occupied with sleeping guests. In one room, she guessed by the sounds of groaning, a couple was having sex. She decided to change in one of the bedrooms in the Tyrones house. There were five bedrooms and six bathrooms in the large house. Finding a private room to change in should not be too difficult. It took her four tries before she found a room where people were not passed out or having sex. After finding a large bedroom devoid of occupants, she closed the door behind her, did not bother to turn on the light, and stripped the one-piece off and dried herself. As she reached for her panties, the door suddenly opened and closed. Lacy froze when she saw Ian entering the room. Too late she remembered that it was his old bedroom that she was in. At first, Ian did not see her. He walked further into the room while stripping his shirt off. By the way he was swaying and was bumping into furniture, Lacy realized that he was very drunk and could barely see where he was going. Ians hands reached for his pants snaps, weaving as he struggled to pull down his zipper. Then he stood still when he sensed anothers presence, and his head jerked up. Lacy saw him blinking his eyes hard in order to clear them and focus in the dark room. She felt rather than saw when his eyes found her.
Who the hell are you? he demanded. His words slurred but it was obvious by the imperious tone that he still had some of his faculties, enough to know that this was his room and that she did not belong in it. Who said you could be in here? Who let you in? She realized that Ian could not see her clearly enough to identify her. That was because she was standing in darkness with her face and her body in shadows. Except for her breasts. She was standing near a long side window, and through that window, the bright light of the clear moon streamed in and ran across Lacys chest, so that only her large breasts were exposed to Ians eyes. Lacy saw those eyes fastening on to them, and this time, there was no mistaking the male heat that came into the green eyes or the hardening of his face with sexual arousal. Despite herself, she felt a tightening of her loins and her nipples hardening. She tried to open her mouth to let Ian know her identity, but her throat was so constricted from both embarrassment and a perverse excitement by Ians male interest that no words came out. Jesus Christ! Youve got some tits, lady, Ian rasped. To Lacys shock and growing apprehension, he began to slowly approach her. You must be the call girl my buddies hired, he said. He gave a low, rumbly laugh when Lacy took a step back when he took one towards her. You act as if this is your first job, honey. Tell me, were all the other call girls in the area busy that they could only get you? You must have been, because, baby, youre not even my type. My buddies know that I dont usually go for short women and big tits. But you must be worth something because theyre willing to fork out one thousand for you. Frantically trying to find a way to end this strange situation without bringing too much embarrassment to both of them, Lacy continued to retreat and, because she was backing away, he advanced, and she knew her retreat was intriguing him. So which one of my friends let you in here? he asked coldly. But Lacy could hear sexual arousal edging his voice and could see his green eyes caressing and fondling her breasts. I thought I made it clear to them that they were completely welcomed to you. So what happened, honey? That wasnt good enough for you? Did they say that they wouldnt pay you the full price if you didnt fulfill the contract by not having sex with me? Look, Ian Lacy finally managed to croak out. Ian came closer until she found herself back up against the wall.
So you know my name. Whats yours, honey? He leaned his much taller body towards her, putting a hand against the wall next to her head. I think this has gone far enough, IanIm not who you think I am Lacys breath hitched when Ian leaned even closer, bending his head low until she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. There was nothing more she wanted so badly than to turn her head to meet his lips with hers. He might be drunk and not aware of who she is, but she sensed that he wanted her, and was wanting to punish her a little because he did not want to want her. IIm not the call girl, Ian, Lacy rasped out. She pressed her back harder against the wall when she felt Ians lips drift across her cheek. Then who are you, lady? he murmured. Are you one of the guests who is looking for her share of the sex, because everyone else is having theirs? Lacy gasped when he laid his hand on her chest right above her breast. But, honey, before I let you go, I have to know if your tits feel as good as they look. Ive never been a breast man, but looking at yours, theyre making me wonder what Ive been missing all along. Ian shifted closer and slid his hands over Lacys breasts. When he squeezed them gently, she groaned as the ache in her loins suddenly heated and bloomed. Feeling her shudder, he squeezed the globes a little harder then began to massage them slowly, and Lacy helplessly began to squirm against him. God, theyre real! he growled, his words still slurring. I didnt think they were. Not they way they jut out, so firm in my hands. Do you know what this means, baby? By the way his breathing was becoming labored, Lacy knew he was getting more and more aroused. It means now that Im holding your tits in my hands, I need to taste them. Your nipples are so large and hard against my palms. I need to know what they feel like in my mouth, on my tongue, what they taste like on my palate. Only too clearly able to imagine the pleasure that would bring, Lacy knew it was up to her to bring the impossible situation to an end, before things went too far, since it seemed more and more apparent that Ian was too intoxicated to bring his libido under control. II dont think you should. Weve gone far enough, Ian, Lacy said, almost frantic from the pleasure searing in her belly, trying to clear her mind from the growing red heat that was spreading through her body like fever.
Just a taste, honey, thats all I want, he murmured. He gripped her by the waist and lifted her until her breasts were level to his mouth. He spread his legs and pressed his lower body against hers to anchor her against the wall. Ian bent his head, opened his mouth wide and enclosed fully over one large nipple, closing his teeth and lips tightly over the areole so that he could suckle her deeply. Lacy sobbed as sharp desire seared her whole body, tightening the hot ache in her loins, so that she writhed within her confines, making her groan as she felt the pull of her breast each time he suckled at her, her hands diving into his thick dark hair. With her other breast, Ians hand closed over it to fondle and caress it firmly. In her mind, she was still struggling to regain some of her sensibilities in order to put a stop to the unexpected events, before she and Ian passed the point of no return and did something they would both regret. But all the desire for him that she had pent up inside her all those years came flooding back into her body, and the words, At last. At last, kept ringing in her head. Deep inside her, in her loins as well as in her heart, she was rejoicing, finally being allowed to physically express her love and longing for Ian. Half out of her mind to feel more of him, to get closer to that long, hard body of his, Lacy lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. This parted her thighs and brought her pubis, warm and moist from her desire, in contact with Ians bare stomach. He groaned when Lacy ground her soft, bristly pubic hair against him, rubbing her heavy, musky moisture on his smooth skin, the gold hoop at her bellybutton pressing into his hard abdomen. He lifted his head, roughly threaded on hand through Lacys dark curls and covered her lips with his. At the touch of his lips, Lacy didnt care anymore what was right and wrong. She only knew she wanted everything this man could give her. She parted her lips beneath his demanding ones, and once she did, Ian was lost as well, returning her kiss and demanding more. He lifted his head, and using his lower body to anchor her against the wall, he pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down and nudged the thick bulbous head of his penis at the entrance of her flesh. Ian pushed the head less than an inch inside Lacys female channel and paused, testing her flesh for its welcome, feeling her readiness, the cushioning texture of her inner wall, feeling her erotic heat, and tasting the musky liquid of her. When he felt that she was filled with that silky, warm juice of a woman fully aroused, and felt the vulva of her opening clasping him with shameless wanting greed, Ian groaned, forgetting who he thought he was with, wanting nothing
else in the world, no one else in the world, but what the woman in his arms could give him. He drew back and plunged deeper in Lacy. She gave a strangled cry when her loins bored down with erotic tension at his bold entrance, making her flesh pulse strongly around him. With a great shudder and a tortured growl, Ian pulled back and pushed back in, much deeper. His probe caused the erotic ache inside Lacy to clamp down even tighter on him, which drew from him another harsh groan. Held against the wall by the much taller, much larger body, her womanly depths being plundered, Lacy trembled, almost violently, both from the intense pleasure and from anticipation. And there was more of him to come, she knew. She swore that he was already filling every millimeter space of her, but she knew that he had a few inches more to put inside her. Her body wanted more, wanted him to complete his long, fat length inside her. That carnal greed incited her to grab more for herself. Lacy closed her eyes, arched her body which jut her breasts upward as if in supplication, thrust her hips a little forward so that her flesh enveloped him an inch more. Even that small movement caused a dragging sensation that sent a singing ache along her loins and spread throughout her body. Made weak from even that brief but intense pleasurable friction, she sagged against the wall, moaning raggedly, her breathing robbed from the white-hot heat that racked her body. The small, womanly aggression on his swollen organ was almost as debilitative for Ian, his breath sucked out of him from the new onslaught of pleasure, feeling the increased tightness of Lacys flesh. He gave a strangled cry, gave a great shudder with his body, and in preparation, his hands tightened their grip on Lacys hips, beginning to leave bruises on her skin. He gritted his teeth, and gave one last mighty thrust. He stilled when he felt himself completely fisted within the warm, dark flesh, unable to believe that anything had ever felt so good as being inside this womans body. Impaled within Lacys body, Ian was confronted with two conflicting urges. One urge was to fall to his knees in supplication to God in thankfulness and give himself completely over to this woman and let her do what she may with him. If she had wanted him to beg, he would have done so, because he felt so infinitely grateful to her. The second urge was to band his arms around the small female body, bound her to him, and plunge over and over into her both in pleasure and to claim wholly what he wanted to belong to him. He wanted to conquer and claim what he held as his for as long as he could breath air.
Bu being a human male, Ian did only what he was capable of doing. Had he been a better person, a man who was worthy to give himself over to a higher being, than he might have been able to give himself over to the creature he held in his hands and sacrifice his whole being to her. But he was only a human, and a man. He had to take what he was hungry for, for what his body craved more than his next breath. He braced his body for a second, closed his eyes, then slowly withdrew, not because he was afraid that the fog of passion that enveloped his mind and body would be pricked, but because he was trying to prevent himself from being swallowed by it. Every man knew that once lost in a erotic miasma created by a woman, he would never return from it, and if he did, there was always a silent, tacit knowing among men that a man would never be whole. With a savage cry, Ian thrust powerfully into Lacys flesh again, and had to give another thrust in order to be fully engulfed inside her. Sharp, aching pleasure exploded within both of them. She gave a high, keening cry, frantically wriggling her hips in an instinctive effort to assuage the swelling torment in her loins. Although the erotic force of his pleasure was threatening to send Ian to insanity, he managed to tap into the reserves of his tremendous willpower. Instead of letting himself be soaked fully in pleasure by sinking wantonly into that hot, tight flesh and let his body be shattered, as his body was desperate to do, he forced himself to withdraw from her again, slowly, although it only increased the aching torment to a near breaking point, until the tip of his penis was at her slick entrance. Then, with a groan of anticipation of the torment he knew he would cause himself, he thrust powerfully back inside, stopped to gather the breath in his lungs, then withdraw and thrust back his entire length. Lacy was completely overcome by the pleasure of Ians possession, and each time he thrust into her, the tightening in her loins would make her squirm madly between his hands that held her open to him for another thrust. She cried and whimpered like a kitten demanding her treat that her master was promising her, her long fingers with their neatly trimmed nails digging into his shoulders as she held on for dear life. When Ian entered her completely for the fourth time, the thin control he held over his hunger dissolved under the weight of the erotic pleasure. He could no longer control the pace of his fucking, which he desperately was trying to do in order to control the impact of the oncoming climax. No longer could his body tolerate the cautious speed with which he began, easing himself back and forth in her flesh, so that his body could gradually soak up the pleasure, then let
the pleasure build up leisurely to a satisfying crescendo. Ian had thought he could wait and delay gratification, be able to enjoy for the next hour the eroticism of being impaled so tightly within the womans luscious glove over and over, while letting his hands and lips get acquainted with her lush body. But once he held Lacy in his arms and once he was inside her, Ian had to concede that no longer was he able to control his erotic need for this woman he held in his arms. His body needed resolution now, and his mind needed to find sanctuary from this sudden insanity before he was lost in it, before the harsh, clawing pleasure sucked all the breath out of him. Ian let go of all self-control and let himself be engulfed in the fiery pleasure. The muscles in his thighs, buttocks, arms, back, shoulders, and stomach bunched as he drew back and gave a mighty thrust, pulled back, and thrust in again, and back again, quickly increasing his tempo. Lacys loins swelled with agonizing ache at the faster, more demanding pace in Ians fucking, and tightening each time he thrust into her. She wailed, her body fishtailing in her capture, tears streaming down her cheeks because the pleasure was so unbearable. Feeling her female flesh bearing down on him pushed Ians body to the tortuous brink, tightening the pleasure inside him that drove him to thrust faster. Wanting only respite from the empty gnawing in his gut, Ian threw his head back as his body moved like a piston between Lacys legs and gave one strangled cry after another, so that both were howling and panting as their fucking rose to a crescendo. She was first to succumb, the pleasure deep in her body exploding in thousands of shooting flames, warm gushing sensation flooding in to replace the tight empty ache that had so tormented her. When Ian heard her distressed cry of anguish and triumph, his own ache hardened even more, his great body shuddering in anticipation of a shattering climax as he quickened his thrusts. When his pleasure did peak, he let himself be overwhelmed by the orgasm, harsh groans tore out of his lungs, his body shuddering violently as he spilled his seeds deep in Lacys womb. Then, as he came down from his first orgasm, Ian wanted nothing more than to step away and let his body collapse in oblivion, to seek calming peace in sleep. But after he had finished emptying himself, the ache in his loins were not relieved, and the muscles in his body were still taut with unresolved tension. Against his will, his body continued to thrust back and forth inside Lacy. Ian growled with a desperate-kind of resignation when he felt heat tightening again in his loins in anticipation of another climax. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and gave a soft expletive
that damned himself and this strange woman who had managed to ensnare him and praying that the next release would be enough for him. Lacy felt her own pleasure renewed when she felt her flesh being plundered again, and gave an anguished cry that both welcomed and cursed her flesh for being so readily able to meet Ians desires on the heel of the first climax. The second orgasm came after Ian thrust into her only a few times. Ians body leaned into her while it was in the grips of great shudders, his dead weight keeping her propped up. Her body was in still the throes of shattering pleasure when it sagged beneath him, her arms akimbo at her sides, her head lolling against the wall as the last of the shivers coursed through her. When he felt he could move, Ian hooked his arms around Lacy, carried her to the few feet necessary to the bed, tipped her onto it, flipped her over onto her stomach, and with his hands, parted her thighs and lifted them so that she was elevated at the hips, her buttocks thrusting upward, her knees falling to her sides. The swathe of moonlight that fell across her buttocks exposed her female flesh to Ians eyes. He could clearly see her heavy outer lips, fat and glistening with the heady mixture of his and her cum, outlined by the thick, dark curly thicket of her bush, the labia outlining the sleek, tender pink gash with its small, trembling clitoris peeking from its hood and the darker gash that signaled the opening to her inner flesh where heavy juices oozed freely from inside. Although it was a flesh that he had just possessed twice with his penis, Ian stared at Lacys wet flesh hypnotically, making his own loins pulse strongly in renewed need. Slowly he touched her with his fingers. Unerringly, drawn to Lacys inner heat and humid moistness, he inserted his long middle finger into the opening gash, feeling immediately her tight glove around his digit, her inner walls beginning to throb madly. He gave a low, growling laugh when Lacy gave a high, thin cry and wriggled her buttocks at him. Surely he wasnt going to take her for a third time, she thought with some incoherency because her mind was still immersed in a sensuous fog, and ended up crying out sharply when she felt him inserting a second finger inside her. She collapsed onto the bed on her forearms in a shuddering mass of pleasured flesh. Then she murmured an incoherent question when his hands hitched her buttocks up higher, his hands locked on her thighs to keep them widely apart, and felt his head lower between them. I must taste you, honey, Ian rasped out, his voice thick with desire. His tongue darted out and lapped up at the juice that heavily coated her, and then lapped at her again, and continued
to do so, every once in awhile, stabbing at her clitoris, not satisfied until it become turgid and solid, setting Lacys hips wriggling madly, then drank in more of her fluid, then darted his tongue into her opening, pushing its tip gently into her, orally testing her tightness. Hmmmm. You even taste good down here, dont you? He shifted, re-inserted his middle finger inside her, and with his other hand, he enclosed Lacys already tortured clitoris between his forefinger and thumb and began to rub and roll it gently, while his middle finger stroked her inner walls. Red-hot aching splintered in Lacys loins at the two simultaneous and lascivious treatments by those large males hands. It was too much for her small body to take. The pleasure was too sharp, too anguishing even for her to pursue the end peak to resolve the awful tension. She gave a small scream while frantically trying to dislodge Ians clever fingers, and then wept loudly when she could not escape, warm tears falling down her cheeks and falling on her undulating breasts as her buttocks bucked with each wave of pleasure. Then miraculously, Ians hands and mouth stopped their erotic, whether because he took pity on her suffering or because he knew the pleasure would be too much for her if he pursued it she did not know. He sank onto the bed and stretched his long body partially over her. If Lacy thought that he was about to give her some respite after two ravaging couplings, she quickly found out she was wrong. Ian rubbed her well-rounded buttocks with one hand, and his lips touched her shoulders and neck, his tongue darting out to taste the musky sweat that layered in a sheen on her skin. Then one hand pushed out one of her legs and he slipped his hardened penis into her, gently and with languor this time. Lacys swollen flesh swelled even more at his possession, the ache in her loins tightening again. She moaned but she did not move from her supine position. The intense aftermath of the last two times he took her and the heaviness of her pleasure left her so weak and boneless, leaving her with little energy, her body helpless but to shudder and arch as Ian slowly, leisurely this time, built up her pleasure. Ians hand traveled from her hips to beneath her body to cup her breast. He gave it a gentle, almost loving squeeze, and continued to fondle the full globe, his fingers pulling tenderly at the large aureole and tweaking at her nipple. And while Ian continued his slow, indolent fucking of Lacy, his lips on her heated skin, he crooned to her, his voice both soothing and arousing, smooth and rough. Who ever you are, lady, youre very good at this. And you enjoy doing this to men, dont you, and getting paid for it? Ive always heard women in your profession are ones who
least enjoy having sex with men, paid or not. His hands squeezed a little roughly her breast when he felt his loins quickening, but he continued the slow pace of his thrusts. Remind me to give you a tip in the morning, honey. Because youre good, very good. I think youre about the best lay Ive ever hand. Lacy heard the words and wanted to respond to them. She wanted to lift herself up and face him and tell him that it was her, Lacy, whom he was fucking so sensuously, and whom he was tormenting once again with aching pleasure, his fiances sister whom he had never given a second look before. But she was too swamped with the rapture of her impending orgasm, her body so suffused with heat and desire that she could only lay beneath him while he took her again, responding to his demanding hands and lips with small shivers and moans. Ian shifted Lacy onto her side, one hand lifted her leg higher, and the other under her so that his could continue massaging her breast. Resuming his deep thrusts, he bent his head and covered her lips with his in a slow, scorching kiss. They continued like that until Lacy stiffened and she gave a high-strangled cry as her body dissolved into shudders. Ians orgasm closely followed hers, his hands tightening on her leg as his hips increased his thrusts, and continued to do so even as he felt himself spill into Lacys body, a low, harsh groan torn from his lips. As their peaks subsided, Ian still administered his kisses and his hand still fondled her heavy breasts, rubbing her nipple between his fingers while his arms held her trembling body. Several minutes later, when their bodies had settled enough from their climaxes, they fell into exhausted sleeps, their bodies still entwined as they had been during their sensuous storm. Before the early morning hours began to break the day from night, two more times Ians hands reached for Lacy to pull her into another lustful carnage of her body. One time, after his hands had aroused her to an unbearable pitch of heat and desire, he trailed his lips down her body, briefly closing over one breast tip and suckling it then doing the same to the other tip before continuing downward, like a child making sure he ate every side treat along the trail that would lead him to the ultimate candy. His lips stopped again when they encountered the small gold hoop at her bellybutton. First, he paid homage to one of the sexiest features on a womans body by pressing the tip of his tongue into the small, dainty bellybutton hole and rubbing it vigorously. Lacy gasped as tight pleasure gathered deep in her abdomen. Then Ian began to tentatively explore the gold hoop hooked directly above her belly hole with his lips. As his tongue flicked at it, he was quite satisfied that every time he batted gently at the jewelry, that it
caused small shudders to run through Lacys body and elicited a helpless cry from her. He began to flick at the hoop and where it hooked into her skin rhythmically with his tongue. His fingers delved into her slick flesh between her thighs and inserted a finger inside her and pumped gently in time with his tongue. The pleasure surged almost painfully inside Lacy, her body arching, and her cries became desperate sobbing. With his finger continuing to pump into her, Ian took the hoop into his mouth and tugged gently. Lacy shuddered wildly and quickly covered her bellybutton with her hand, depriving her lover of his treat. She shook her head, her eyes overflowing with tears pleading down at him, her lips parted as she tried to tell him that her pierced button was not meant for such ravaging treatment by a man, but meant for only her own personal aesthetic enjoyment. Ian, his eyes clouded by the sensual fog, and because Lacys face was in the shadows, did not see her troubled expression but saw her head shaking. Gently but insistently, he took her hand away, locked it behind her, and used his arm under her back to lift her stomach to his lips. His mouth covered the gold jewel and resumed his tugging, his fingers moving inside her in time with his lips. Weakened by the heavy erotic tension that was tightening ever so tighter, Lacy did not attempt to escape his hold that had her arched from the bed, but let her head loll back as she let herself be swept by the pleasure. She closed her eyes as she felt the sharp pulsations from Ians mouth tugging at her hoop, inflaming the small aching sensations in her loins caused by his fingers in her flesh, his tongue rubbing where the jewelry was hooked into her skin and then digging into her button. Her shallow, raspy breathing began to hitch when she felt the pleasure gather, and she could not stop the shimmying of her hips as her body tightened. She was going to climax again, she thought, and the climax was going to be unbearable and there was nothing she could do about it. She could tell that the peak was going to be more than what her body could withstand by the way the pleasure made her body heavier and heavier and by the way her arms and legs were tensing until they felt like wooden boards. And when she climaxed from this latest torture, Ian would continue to feast on her, she dimly realized. He was going to want to devour her flesh between her legs, wanting to taste, suck, and bite every inch of her, driving her to yet another orgasm. And then after he was finished with devouring her between her legs, Ian was going to want to have her again, wanting to bury himself deeply inside again and fuck her mindlessly, driving both of them to their peaks. Lacy shuddered with anticipation and sensual dread.
Then all thoughts left her when she felt the current pleasure stretching, stretching ever so tautly to that peak. The aching tension was so unbearable, but Lacy was completely helpless, held immobile while she was fucked by Ians lips and hand, her body shivering violently at the tortuous pleasure. All she could do was to sob pleadingly and woefully. Even when she screamed when her body shattered and then convulsed, Ians mouth continued its relentless tugging and his fingers buried itself over and over in her flesh, so that her orgasm was extended painfully into the build up of the next peak. She could still feel the rhythmic pull of her second impending climax even as she was going through the aftermath of the previous orgasm. Afterwards, while she laid weak and panting on the bed, Ian resumed his exploration down Lacys weak, sweat-layered body. When his lips reached the thick bush between her legs, both of his hands parted her thighs and he dipped his tongue inside her. He explored her there for several minutes with much more thoroughness and cunning than he had the first time, drinking in her juices that was a heady mix of her and his cum. Then his mouth closed over her clitoris that he had already tortured endlessly and sucked at it gently while his fingers devilishly thrust inside her rhythmically. She screamed at him, her long fingers thrust into his hair, her hips bucking frantically. And when she climaxed, Ian continued his administrations between her thighs, giving a low laugh when he felt her loins pulsating around his fingers again. He lifted himself over her after she had come a second time. When he thrust his penis to replace his fingers in her flesh, Lacys body arched off the bed as the aching was renewed and gave one moan. After that, pure exhaustion overcoming her, she could no longer move on her own. She did not stir when Ian lifted her hips higher and he began to move inside her to seek his own climax. Sheer aching pleasure had her back arched as tension built inside her again. When it broke, she could hear her cries that rang in her ears, her body falling on the mattress, not even aware of Ians own climax that followed hers because she had fell into a deep exhausted sleep with Ians cry ringing in her ears. The last time Ian reached for Lacy, he took her twice again. He woke her with his hands that roamed slowly over her naked, musk scented body with heavy fondling. She was moaning and wriggling in his arms before she had her eyes open. When she did, her lips were captured by his in a long, searing kiss, that continued even as Ian body pressed her body into the mattress and he thrust his penis inside her, and she was pulled once again into that dark, velvety world of erotic storm that was created by both of them. When her peak broke, he turned her onto her
stomach and entered her from behind, one hand holding her head up to his so that he could draw her into another long, demanding kiss while he fucked her from behind. By the time Ian gave Lacy respite from his erotic demands, the sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon. Chapter 5 Four hours later, the sun streamed powerfully into the room, impressing its aggressive warmth onto Lacys face. She turned her face aside, her hand reaching down for the sheet to pull up over her face. Her hand only encountered her naked body and another body that was much harder and very masculine. She lifted her head but it started to pound and with a moan she laid back again. With great effort, slowly she forced her eyes open. Once they were, gingerly, she turned her head, and froze when she laid her eyes on Ians sleeping face. From the steady sound of his breathing, she knew he was still deep in his sleep. She moved to get up, but found that she could not move an inch, because Ian had one arm around her waist, holding her tightly against him, and one of his legs was thrown over her thigh to pin her to him even more securely. All the covers including the top bed sheet were stripped from the bed. Even the pillows had been cast off. She and Ian lay completely naked, entwined as repleted lovers, on the empty mattress that only had its fitted sheet. The room was filled with the pungent musky odor of the body fluids. She could feel a stickiness coating their bodies from sweat. She also felt sticky between her legs from all the fluids from her body and from his clotting together. Lacy was desperate to put as much distance between her and Ian as possible. In a maneuver she had seen in a movie, instead of trying to go against the strength of dead weight, she slid across the mattress, which allowed her to move her body from under his arm and leg, until she was able to slide off the bed. When she tried to stand up, her legs buckled under her, her whole body feeling sore, as if she had both gone through a battle and then through a thrashing, and her bones felt like melted butter and responded as much. Before she fell back on the floor, she managed to sit herself in a nearby chair. The antique clock on Ians dresser told her that it was nearly eleven oclock. From outside, she could hear faintly through the closed windows sounds of servants going about their mornings. Her head throbbed demonically from the two potent Long Islands she had downed last night, which only made her physical exhaustion and soreness even more uncomfortable. But her mind was spinning with a number of competing emotions that had nothing to do with alcohol. At
first, the two emotions that were at the top were the utter shock of waking up next to Ian Tyrone and the fact that they just spent the night fucking each other. She didnt know which shocked her more, the fact that she had slept with him or that their sex had been so wild, so rampant, and that they had fucked each other so many times. Then Lacy cringed with horror and shame at the undeniable fact that she had just gone to bed with her sisters fiance. Yes, it might have been by accident and they had both been drunk. He had been too drunk to know who she was, and the room had been dark so that her face was never revealed to Ian. But she herself had known that it was Ian when he had walked through that door and entered his bedroom, and had been fully aware that it was he every time he kissed her and every time he fucked her. She knew that it was Ians hands that had filled itself with her breasts and fondled them, and his fingers that delved into her flesh between her thighs. And yet she had done nothing to stop him. Oh, yes, she might have tried at first to tell Ian her identity, but she had not continued to try to make him aware once he had laid his hands on her. And she had not lifted a finger to stop him when he tasted her breasts, when he kissed her, or once he was deep inside her. From the first moment she felt the thrill of Ians eyes lasciviously studying her breasts to the last drop of semen he emptied into her womb, she had so easily let the intense pleasure of their sex override any reason, any attempt to assert right from wrong. She had certainly been drunk, but not so much that she had been incapable of escaping a mans bed. If it was a bed she had wanted to escape. That was the trouble, Lacy thought with self-recrimination. She had not wanted to get out of Ians bed once she was there, not when she had wanted to be there ever since she was seventeen and had tried to seduce him. What am I going to do? she whispered to herself, her mind tortured with guilt and shame. If she were the brave sort, the type of person who always did the right thing, she would stay until Ian woke up and face the music, and explain to him everything that had happened between them. Deanna was such a person who always did the right thing. Good, kind, courageous Deanna. She would have braved the consequences of the morning after, no matter how destructive her actions were. But then, Lacy thought with grim humor, her sister would never have let herself get into such a situation. Deanna would never let herself fall into a onenight stand, especially with someone elses future husband.
Lacy glanced at Ian for a moment. What would happen once he realized that he had sex with her? Hed hate her and hate himself for betraying Deanna in the worst way a fianc could betray his future bride. Lacy was sure of that. And that, she could not face. So, why rock the boat? Ian was still asleep, and still oblivious to the facts of last night. What harm would there be if she left before he woke up? He would know that he had sex with a strange woman last night, but he would not know that that woman had been Lacy. Hed feel extremely guilty. But Ian would not be so foolhardy as to let one night of sex with a stranger destroy his whole future with Deanna. Last night would never happen again. And nobody would be the wiser, except Lacy. She jumped when there was a low groan from Ian and froze when he stirred, holding her breath, readying herself for the shock when he opened his eyes and saw her. But Ian only turned over and continued to sleep. Utterly relieved, Lacy realized that she needed to get out of the room and out of Tyrones house quickly if she were to escape before Ian woke up. Scrambling, trying to make as little noise as possible, she found her clothes and dressed. As she did so, despite her pounding head, she thought hard to remember everything she had on last night and to make sure that she left nothing of her possession behind. As she reached for the door, she remembered to check her earrings, and cursed when she felt her right earring missing. She could not remember if she had both of her earrings on when she had stepped into the room last night. The earring could have been lost anywhere; in the room, by the pool, on the grass, even in her parents house. Hurriedly, she made another search of the room, going down on her hands and knees on the rug and feeling along the baseboard and the furniture, flipping over the discarded covers. Ian made stirring sounds again, which had Lacy freeze on all fours and hold her breath. She gave a small gasp when she saw his head lift up. But he only turned over again and laid his arm over his eyes that were still closed. His body relaxed again and his breathing became deep and even, signaling that he had fallen back to sleep again. Lacy knew that she had been given her last reprieve and had to take her chances. She decided that since she did not find the earring, it was very likely not in Ians room. Knowing she had to be satisfied with that, and hoping a servant would come upon it in the near future, she dashed for the door and made her escape. She heartedly thanked God when she found the hallway deserted, as were the stairs, and the downstairs. All the other guests were gone and the servants were cleaning. In order to escape any notice, Lacy slipped out of the house through the
front door, walked to her parents house and let herself in through their front door. She continued to be grateful that the Powers-That-Be was still on her side when she heard her mother in the kitchen and father in his den. As she climbed up the stairs, she was reminded with grim humor and with guilt the few times she snuck into the house as a teenager hours after her curfew. An hour later, Lacy came back downstairs and stepped into the kitchen, a little shaky but feeling better now that she was showered and changed into clean clothes. Good morning, dear. Youre just in time to join your Dad and me for champagne brunch. From the stove, where she was carefully watching the Hollandaise sauce that she was whipping, Barbara said in that cozily domestic way that so much reminded Lacy of June Cleaver. You must have had a some night last night. Lacys face paled a little. Why do you say that? she quickly asked. Her mother turned her head and gave a small smile, You slept most of the morning. Lacy was relieved as she realized that her mother thought she had spent the night in her room. She laughed and ended up gasping when her laugh set off a hammering in her head. The room began to spin, and she quickly sat down at the table, trying to ignore the nausea in her stomach that wanted an outlet, Barbara set a glass of tomato juice and two aspirin in front of her daughter, and then went back to her sauce. The eggs-benedicts will be ready soon. Do you want one or two? At the thought of downing such a heavy breakfast, Lacys face turned sickly white as she struggled to keep down the nausea that threatened to rise to her throat. She drank the tomato juice. She was grateful that her mother had added Tobasco and Worstershire sauce liberally to the juice. She tossed back the two aspirin with the juice. No thanks, Mom. Ill just finish this juice and go home. Twenty minutes later, when Lacy entered her apartment, she went into her bedroom, exhausted all over again from the hangover, the lack of sleep, the hours of physical exertion she had gone through by Ians hands and lips, and the hours of her body being immersed in intensely sexual pleasure, she fell down on the bed and slept for rest of the day. Chapter 6 The same time that Lacy entered her apartment, Ian was opening his eyes. When they were fully open, he shot up to a sitting position and looked around the room. At first he could not quite figure out what it was, but he knew something was missing. He saw the bed covers on the
floor and he remembered everything. But nothing existed in his room except what belonged there. There was no trace of any strange womans belongings. Ignoring the sharp pounding behind his eyes, he reached for his jeans and stepped out of his room. Methodically, he went down the long hall, and checked every room. He found each empty of any occupant, the bed made neatly and the room tidy. Then he walked through the downstairs and the front and backyard. It was apparent that all of his guests had left, and the servants had picked up all the remnants of the party and had righted and put back everything throughout the house. He was about to go into the kitchen and ask if any of them had seen a strange woman come out of his bedroom, and stopped just in front of the kitchen doorway when he realized that that might not be a wise thing to do. It would not be wise at all to let the servants suspect that he had just spent the night with strange woman. And that strange woman was a hooker. But last night, he had not cared what she was as he fucked and tongued her throughout the night. The fact that he had done so over and over was not the worst of the matter either. Even betraying his fiance two months before their wedding was not the top crime in Ians mind. The most damning thing of his actions last night was that he had betrayed Deannas trust by screwing repeatedly a hooker while unprotected. If only he knew what she looked like, or her name. He had been so drunk when he had walked into his room and found her standing there, naked. He remembered that he had never gotten a look at her face in the dark room. But he clearly remembered how her tits with their large aureoles and long, hard nipples felt against his palms, remembered quite clearly how her small, generously curved body felt under him, how the full, firm globes of her breasts did not fit in his hands due to their large size but generously spilled over, the rounded firmness of her buttocks as he held them while he buried himself in her over and over, and his hands remembered the soft, pearly satin feel of her skin as they feverishly ran over her body again and again. Even now, physically exhausted from the hours of sex, his head raging with the hangover, just thinking about that small, overly sexed body made his dick hard and needing to be buried in her tight, warm, wet sheath he so well remembered. He still wanted her, he realized with disbelief and disgust. No matter that she was a high priced hooker and that he was about to marry another woman. No matter that whoever she was, whatever she looked like, she deserved every dollar of her fee. She was so skilled at sex that she could make a man want it for hours on end,
and make him continue to want her after she was gone. Hell, Ian thought with self-loathing, he would have handed over several thousands of dollars to get her back now. The most important thing that he needed to do was to get her name and number, so that he could ask her about the possibility of sexually transmitted diseases. He went back up to his room, closed the door, and called one of his close friends, Perry Donavan, who he knew had helped set up the call girl. Perry, do you have the name of that call girl? Sure. She goes by Lisa Anne, I think. Thats all she would give us. Whats her phone number? Perry told him the number and said, But dont bother with her. We wont be calling her again? Why? She never came. Ian stilled for a moment, and then asked carefully, What did you say? She never showed last night. Are you sure? Yeah, Im sure. When I saw you go up to your room after midnight, she had yet to arrive. By then, I knew she wasnt coming. And the check for the second half of the thousand was still on the table in the hallway when I got up this morning. I gave her a call when I got home and asked her why she never showed and to send back the down payment. Ian sank onto the bed because his legs were shaking so much. Do you think shell pay you back? Yeah. I made damn sure of that. I told her that if a cashiers check for five hundred was not in my mailbox by the end of next week, that I was going to contact the police. Perry made a smirking sound, She then assured me that she was making out the check as she was speaking. So did she tell you why she never showed? She gave me some song and dance about helping a friend out at the last minute at a sales party. But I think she got a better offer. I heard theres an insurance salesmen convention going on up at the Hilton this weekend. Gotta feeling she and her friend went up there last night. Ian laid back on the bed and closed his eyes, Then if it wasnt the hooker, who the fuck was in my bed last night?
There was a pause from the other end. Perry slowly asked, Are you asking who the fuck was in your bed as in who were you tearing up the sheets with or who the fuck was in your bed as in whos the girl in my soup? Who the fuck was I tearing up the sheets with? Oh. Are you sure it wasnt Deanna who had come back from San Francisco early and decided to surprise you with a private party? Ian blew out a breath, Yeah, unfortunately I can be sure it wasnt Dee Dee. There was another pause. Then Perry said, rather thoughtfully, Im not quite sure what to say, except did you at least enjoy yourself? Youre such a bastard, Perry. Then Ian sighed, Fuck, we went all night. I couldnt keep my hands off her, and she had the most amazing body Ive ever had. So, why dont you know who it was? I never got a look at her face or got her name. I was so drunk by the time I got upstairs and the room was dark. When I opened the door, the first thing I saw were her tits. God they were some tits. I about jacked off just looking at them. They are the only things of her I remember seeing the whole time. I thought she was the hooker. I was angry, because I thought she had snuck into my room, because she wanted to complete the job so that shed get paid in full. I dont know what I was thinking. I guess I wanted to teach her a lesson and my dick was about to bust. The next thing I know, my mouth and my hands were full of her tits and it was one wet dream after another. It seemed I was jacking off every time I laid my hands on her. When I woke up this morning, she was long gone. The two men fell into silence again. Perry on one line was at a loss as to what he should say to his friend, and Ian on his line was silenced by frustration, enraged at himself and at his unknown lover for what they had done to Deanna, and furious that his body was still burning for that nameless, faceless woman. Youre not going to tell Dee Dee about this, are you? Perry finally asked. Christ, Donovan, I may be a cheatin bastard, but Im not that stupid yet. Just checking. Look, Ian, as far as I know, this is the first time you went out on Dee Dee. It seems nobody knows about last night, except you and I and that girl. It seems she does not want to be found out by the way she disappeared. So, youre probably safe. Okay, so you fell down, this one time. You were drunk out of our mind and some god placed an incredible female
body in your room when your defenses were down. I think most men in your place would have done what you did. Im not most men, Perry, Ian said in a cold hard voice. I dont cheat. Not as a rule, he added bitterly. You did last night. You cant undo it. So, move on. Promise yourself and, unbeknownst to her, to Deanna that it will never happen again, and then make damn sure that it doesnt. In two months, youll be happily married to her. By then, last night will be far behind you. Except that Im not so sure that I can go through with the wedding after last night. Then you are stupid, after all, arent you? Are you out of your mind, Tyrone? Why give up a woman like Dee Dee, not to mention piss your future in-laws and your parents off by calling it off. And for what? One night of mad passion with a woman of whose name you have no idea, and for whose whereabouts you dont know where to begin searching? I repeat: obviously she doesnt want to be found for she would not have snuck away before you woke up. You dont even know what she looks like. Thank your lucky stars that you got away clean. Keep your memories of her hidden away to be taken out only occasionally during your wet dreams when youre alone. God, I could still taste her in my mouth, Ian murmured. He closed his eyes as he remembered licking her flesh between her thighs while that incredible body of hers squirmed for him. After a moment, Perry said quietly, Thats the problem, isnt it? You dont want to forget her. You dont want to forget last night and the woman, do you? No, I guess not. It was the most incredible night Ive ever had with a woman. Ian, some miracles were not meant to be repeated? It certainly was no angel I was fucking last night, Ian said tersely. Well, before you go half cocked and do something you might very well regret later, give it a week or so, Perry said. If youre still wanting to find the woman after that, then, I guess Ill help you. Ian knew that he had very little choice other than to do as his friend advised. Chapter 7 On the Monday following the weekend of the swim party, Lacy went into her bosss office and told him she had decided to take the managing position in New York City.
Great, he said, sitting back in his high-back chair. I hate to see you go. When do you want to start? Would next week be too soon? He lifted his bushy eyebrows at her in mild surprise, Not for New York. Theyve been slavering to get you out there. For us it might be. But I thought you wanted to wait at least until after your sisters wedding? Lacys hands flailed before she clasped them together. She said in a rush, I did, but now that Ive made the decision to accept the position, I really want to get a start on it as soon as possible. Theyll certainly agree with you on that. Ill call Charlie in New York and let him know. His office will take care of all the logistics. Theyll put you up at a hotel until you can find a place to live. Theyll hire a real estate agent to begin looking for an apartment for you there right away. Youll also be provided ten thousand dollars for your move as well as a car. The company will also handle your apartment here. If you want to rent it out, you can do that in case things dont work out back east, or they can sell it for you. There, I think Ive covered it all. Wow, its a little overwhelming that they can make things move so quickly and easily. It can be quite easy when you have money. Tell you what. For a month, why dont we do it this way until all your projects here are completed? Spend one week in New York and one week here. Lacy told her boss that was agreeable to her. For the next few weeks, she juggled her two jobs, flying from one coast to the other every week. She worked sixteen-hour days, six days a week, and on the seventh, she flew across the country. She was only too willing to be submerged in her work, because it kept her mind off of Ian and their one night of passion, the guilt of her betrayal to Deanna, and the physical desire for Ian that, once set off, plagued her like a dull ache in her loins. On a Sunday, Lacy visited her parents before she drove to the airport to catch her flight back to New York, driven by remorse that she had been avoiding them since she told them of her decision about New York and knowing they were unhappy about it. Barbara, however, greeted her with her usual motherly cheerful welcome, immediately putting in front of Lacy a plate of cookies and setting the water for tea. When Barbaras eyes noted the pale color of Lacys face and the tiredness etched around her eyes and mouth, her lips
pursed a bit, but she did not say anything. Instead, she began to ask her daughter about her new place in New York, if she were comfortable there, and if she needed anything for her new place, and when she and Lacys father could come and visit her there. Lacy settled in a chair and looked over the cookies, The companys looking for a place for me at the moment. Im in a hotel, right now. Its a pretty posh hotel, so the room service is great. And my room is comfortable enough. Theres a separate bedroom from the sitting area, so I dont get that hemmed in feeling so much. But I miss my kitchen. There are all these fantastic places to eat, but I miss cooking my own meals. When I do get an apartment, the first thing Im going to cook is spaghetti with homemade tomato sauce. Lacy told her mother about her new job, the new employees she was working with, her new office, and the strange and exciting life of living in a big city. She made it all sound interesting and adventurous, adding little details and anecdotes that she knew her mother would appreciate. Lacy used the homey, intimate, almost folksy description of her new life to disguise from her mother the fact that, in truth, she was very lonely in New York, homesick for her family, her friends, and her hometown, and that she felt completely lost in the big city of Manhattan. But Barbara was not fooled. She noticed the way her daughter kept avoiding looking directly at her, and the way Lacy kept clasping her hands together. She opened her mouth and was about to say something, when her husband and Lacys two brothers entered the kitchen, looking for their breakfast. Lacy stayed for two hours visiting her family. Close to one oclock, she stood up and said she needed to get to the airport for her flight back to New York. Before you go, dear, Deanna said she needs to see you. Shes next door, having morning tea with Ian and his parents, Barbara said. She wanted me to make sure that you stop by and see her before you go back to New York. Wellmother, I really dont have time Lacy began, and then stopped when she caught the steely look in her mothers eyes. You may be a big city career girl now, young lady, but I still expect you to observe your manners, as small town as they may be, Barbara lectured. You havent been around for ages, and Deanna misses you. So, you go on over there. Itll only take fifteen minutes or so to say hi to her and to Ian and his parents.
While Lacy was being scolded by her mother, over at the Tyrones patio, Ian and Deanna were just emerging from their short morning swim that they had decided to indulge in after their brunch with Ians parents. After they dried themselves off, they rested in the lounge chairs. As Ian lay in his chair, letting the warm sun dry his skin, he glanced over at Deanna and studied her for a moment. As he did, he tried not to think about that one night of strange and intense passion he had shared with an unknown woman. After that morning, he had gone about his life as he had before, never divulging to anyone else about the woman. He continued his relationship with Deanna, attending with her to their friends houses for dinner, to the theater, to art shows, and their parents weekly family dinners. Surprisingly, Ian found that his feelings for his fiance had not altered, as he had expected. It seemed that despite the torrid night he spent with another woman, he still felt the same tenderness and adoration for Deanna as he had before. He still enjoyed being with her, listening to her soft voice as she talked about her day, her work, her family, or her friends. And he still felt that she would make him a wonderful wife. If he was a bit more distant with her, or that he seemed to have less time for her because he was tied up with his work more than usual, or that he seemed to get lost in his thoughts more often lately, Deanna did not seem to notice. Or, if she did, then she seemed not to be concerned about it. Ian let his eyes skim over his fiances tall, slim body clad in a small, sexy bikini, appreciating her sedate, gentle curves. Certainly any model would be quite proud to have a form like Deannas, with her long, long slender legs, shapely hips and buttocks, small breasts, long arms, and flat midriff. Deanna smiled when she saw his eyes on her body, What are you looking at? At your stomach, Ian said. Then without thinking, he added, I was wondering how your bellybutton would look if it were pierced. All amusement left her lovely face as she stared at him in shock. That was the last thing she expected to hear. Whywhy would youdo you want me to have one? Ian jerkily got up from the chair and reached for his jeans to hide his embarrassment and irritation at himself. He put the jeans on over his wet trunks. He had not meant to say what he did, and was appalled that he did so out of the blue.
Deanna also rose and put on a cover up and followed him to one of the patio tables and chairs under an umbrella. She decided that he was acting a little strange lately, ever since she had come back from San Francisco. At first, she thought that he was just a little bit more preoccupied than usual. She understood that and had dismissed it. After all, she herself was immersed in all the wedding decisions that confronted her. She felt at times that juggling her job, her relationship, and all the appointments to meet the dressmaker, the cake maker, the priest, the band, the photographers, and the endless days of shopping, she herself short changed Ian with her time or was not as attentive when she was with him. And she could not blame him that he chose to spend his nights away from her in these hectic times. Had they been together, she would have kept him up at nights anyway. Often, she spent her nights tossing and turning, because her mind was reeling with the numerous decisions and glitches that seemed to be piling up at the last minute, such as whether she wanted her bridesmaids to wear a short veil that matched their dresses or a wreath of spring flowers, the cake maker insisting that she make the wedding couple on top of the cake from small flame throwers that would burst into flames a few seconds after they were lit, or that the photographer was trying to persuade her to let him take the entire wedding in sepia photography. But Deanna was too assured of her relationship with Ian to be concerned about any bumps that might develop. She knew that after the wedding, she would have her life back, she would be Mrs. Ian Tyrone, and everything would return to normal. But this latest suggestion from Ian did concern her a little. It was so unlike him. He had never before shown any interest in any unusual body decorations. What made you think something so strange as getting my bellybutton pierced? She asked curiously. Ian shrugged offhandedly, and poured himself some coffee that the maid had set out. I guess its becoming quite popular thing to do with women. One of my friends girlfriend is thinking about getting hers done, he lied smoothly. Deanna shook her head, still a little dazed by Ian bringing up such a strange topic, Its just not me she broke off when she saw her sister walking across the lawn and said with some relief, Oh, good, theres Lacy. Hi, Lacy. Come and join us for a moment. Pour yourself some coffee.
Lacy kissed her sisters cheek and sat down in the chair next to her and, because she needed to keep her hands busy, poured herself some coffee. Then, making sure that she did not treat Ian any differently than before, she gave him a smile that was warm if a little stiff at the corners, Hello, Ian. This was the first time she had seen him since that night. She could feel her stomach churning with what felt like the beginning of an ulcer from the fear that he would begin to suspect the truth. She tried not to be too obvious as she studied his face for any signs of recognition from him. Guess what Ian was just asking me? Deanna said, shaking her head in wonderment. She did not see Ian stiffen slightly beside her. He was asking me if I would consider getting my bellybutton pierced. Lacy almost choked on her coffee. She squirmed in her seat a little as she remembered what it felt like when Ian had used his mouth to tug on the gold hoop at her bellybutton. Her eyes flew to Ians face but found it impassive and his green eyes coolly impervious and a little annoyed. That doesnt sound like you, Dee Dee, she murmured. Thats what I was just saying to him. Then her blue eyes widened as she stared at Lacy. Hey, Lace, dont you have your bellybutton pierced? I remember a long time ago you saying that you were going to do it, but you had to wait until you were eighteen because Mom wouldnt let you until then. Lacys face paled and out of the corner of her eye she saw Ian jerk. No, I dont have my bellybutton pierced. I wanted to, but I just never got around to it, I guess. She winced a little, hoping that the lie did not sound as lame as it did to her ears. She turned her head and saw Ian staring at her. The look in his green eyes was cool and deliberate but also puzzled, as if he was trying to pinpoint something about her that was bothering him. Well, Ian, how are the wedding arrangements going for you two? Lacy asked, hoping to distract him. Deanna leaned her head on Ians shoulder, threw an arm around his neck, kissed him affectionately on the cheek, and rolled her eyes, I think Ians afraid that Im going to have a nervous breakdown on the day of the wedding. Lacy was relieved to see that her ploy worked when the coolness disappeared from Ians face as he smiled wryly at his fiance, his attention successfully diverted from Lacy.
It might as well be you, Dee Dee. Both of us cant have breakdowns on our wedding day, he said with dry humor. Now that she had done her duty, Lacy decided she had better make a run for it while she was ahead. She got to her feet, Well, I better get on my way to the airport. You know they tell us we should get there at least four hours ahead of the flight due to check through lines. Oh, before you go, Lace, I wanted to ask you about those earrings I told you I wanted to borrow for a fundraiser that Ian and I need to go to next weekend, Deanna said. You know, the large princess cut emerald ones surrounded by diamonds that you wore at the barbeque here a few weeks ago. Can you send them to me before then? For a moment, Lacy was at a loss for what she should tell her sister about the earrings. She had never had the time to look for the lost earring, and had hoped that it would eventually turn up on its own. I would, Dee Dee, except that Im afraid I lost one of the pair, she said. Ive looked everywhere for them, and I havent run across them during all my packing. At first Deanna thought her sister was just stalling her because she was quite hesitant to lend them out. Darling, I promise Ill take good care of them. I wont lose them. You know how careful I am with my own stuff. Lacy spread her hands out in front of her and said helplessly, Dee Dee, I have no problem lending you my stuff. You know Ive done that many times in the past. But Im trying to tell you that I dont have one of the earrings. I really did lose them. Id lend the earrings to you if I had the pair. But I dont. Deanna gave her a frustrated look for a moment, then her face cleared when she saw that her sister was telling the truth. Thats a shame. Well, if you do happen to come across them between now and next Saturday, please let me know. Lacy gave a hasty nod and made her goodbyes, feeling that she could not get away fast enough from Ian and her sister. One week after that Sunday, Ian went over to his parents house to catch a round of late morning tennis with his father. After a vigorous round where he barely eeked out a victory over his father, he took a shower before joining his parents for lunch. When he came back down, the housekeeper, Hannah, told him that his father was in his office taking a call from one of his clients and his mother was still upstairs changing.
Would you like some coffee, Mr. Ian, while youre waiting for your parents? the housekeeper asked. Cook said lunch will be ready in half an hour. Thatd be great, Hannah. Please bring it to me in the family room? Five minutes later, in the small, cozy room that he and his parents used the most out of all the others in the house, Hannah set the coffee tray in front of him. When she was half way to the door, she stopped and turned around, Oh, Mr. Ian, I almost forgot. Walking back to Ian, she brought something out of her pocket and showed it to him. I found this in your room while I was vacuuming the rug. Hannah hesitated and looked embarrassed, I thought it might be Miss Deannas, something she had lost. Ian looked at the small object lying in the palm of the housekeepers large, capable hand. It was an earring, and as far as he could tell, a very expensive one, too. The rectangular cut emerald had to be at least a carat and the strip of very narrow diamonds that outlined the emerald created a stunning setting. Are you sure it isnt my mothers? Yes, Im sure. When I asked her, she said she was sure it wasnt hers. She suggested that it might be Miss Deannas. Ian took the earring from Hannahs palm, Then it probably is. Ill give it to Deanna. Thank you, Hannah. When the housekeeper left him alone, he stared at the jewelry, trying to remember the last time he had brought Deanna to his old bedroom. He had done so once or twice when he and Deanna had been house sitting for his parents. But that had been nearly a year ago. Was that when she had lost the earring? He was about put it in his pants pocket and forget about it. But suddenly his curiosity was aroused again, and he gave the jewelry a closer inspection. For some reason, the earring seemed familiar to him, but he could have sworn that he had never seen it before. Certainly he had never seen them on Deanna. But he vaguely remembered she had talked about earrings with similar description. And when she did, she had been upset, he remembered, because she had been told that she could not wear them with the dress she had chosen to wear to last nights fundraising dinner. At first, he could not remember where he had heard that conversation and with whom Deanna had it. Then he remembered that it was only last Sunday when that conversation had taken place, and it was her sister, Lacy, who had said that she could not lend
the earrings to Deanna to wear last night because she had lost one of the pair. Could then, Ian thought, this earring belong to Lacy? It certainly matched the description that Deanna had given. In fact, she had still been quite disappointed last night that she could not have worn the earrings, and had lamented about them to Ian. To comfort her, he had absently made a promise that he would have a pair exactly like Lacys made for Deanna especially. Now that he was almost sure that the earring he held was the lost half of the very pair that Deanna had wanted to wear and that the piece belonged to Lacy, Ian wondered how it could have ended up in his room. He remembered Deanna saying that Lacy had worn the pair that day of the their familys joint backyard barbeque a few weeks ago. Was that when Lacy lost them? But how did it end up in his room? He could not remember Lacy ever stepping into his room, not that day of the picnic or ever before. Only Deanna had ever been in it. But he had not brought Deanna to his room on the night of the picnic because she had spent the evening in San Francisco with a friend. The only woman who had been in his room on that day had been that mysterious woman with whom he had anonymous sex, a woman whose identity he had not been able find out, whose face he had never seen, and whose name did not know Ian broke his thoughts off. Suddenly he was sweating despite the chill in the room, the color draining from his face. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the couch, his hand closed tightly over the earring. Over and over in his mind, he was thinking, Oh, shit! Chapter 8 On the following Thursday late afternoon in her New York office, Lacy received a phone call from the last person she would ever expect to be calling her. Im in New York on business, Lacy, Ian said, his voice sounding quite friendly over his cell phone. I thought Id look you up while I was here. She tried not be too pleased by his call. She suspected that Ian was only calling her because Deanna had more than likely asked him to look her up as a friendly gesture from a groom to his future sister-in-law. It was her familys way of checking up on her. Thanks. Its great to hear from you, Lacy said, trying not to sound stiff and awkward, making a sincere effort to return his friendliness. When do you go back? Im flying back to California tomorrow. When are you going back there? Sunday. Itll probably be the last time I do for awhile until your wedding. That is, go back to California, or go back and forth, you know. Ive almost got all my stuff moved here, and
the company, my company, that is, has found me an apartment for me to buy. And Ive just about finished my accounts in Santa Rosa, so theres less reason for me to go back every week, Lacy broke off, realizing she was babbling. Well, it was great to hear from you, Ian. Have a safe trip back. Thanks, Lacy. Listen, why dont you meet me for dinner tonight? Stunned, Lacy was silent for a moment. Why on earth would Ian want to have dinner with her? Dinner? Why? she croaked out. Why not? Ians voice was as smooth as silk, and a little mocking. You and I are going to be related soon. Were going to be practically brother and sister in less than a month. What better way to start off our relationship on the right foot than to have dinner with me while Im in town? Then he said, his voice lowered to almost a growl that sent a tiny shiver down Lacys spine, Surely, you wouldnt deny your future brother-in-law an opportunity to get to know you a little better? Lacy closed her eyes and slowly let out a breath. She could feel her breathing shortening from the panic that was beginning to rise within her as she realized that Ian was not going to let her out of this one so easily. To him, having dinner with her was perfectly harmless and it was what a person did with ones in-laws. To her, having dinner with Ian, alone, was about the most dangerous thing she could do. Besides, what in the hell would they have to talk about? They were practically strangers. And shed spend the entire time frozen stiff with fear of betraying herself to him. Listen, Ian, its really thoughtful of you to think of me while youre in New York, but you really do not have to bother You know, when your family asks me if I looked you up on this trip, Im going to have to tell them the truth, that when I suggested to you that we meet for dinner, Im going have to tell them that you refused me. Dont you think thats going to insult Deanna a bit and make your mother a little concerned? Look, I work very late every night. I have a project that I need to get out by next week, and Im very behind, as it is. How do you think its going to go over with your family when they find out that you were not willing to spare even a couple of hours from work to meet your sisters fiance for dinner?
Lacy pulled the phone away from her ears and stared at it. When did this choirboy learn to play dirty, she fumed silently. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath, Alright, Ian. But the earliest that I can get off is at eight. Thats fine. We can have dinner at eight thirty. Why dont we meet at the Bistro Ma Maison? Thats in my hotel. Yes, I know. Im staying there, too, Ian said smoothly. Im in a penthouse. I think Im one floor above you. Ill see you at eight-thirty, then. That evening, Lacy stepped into her hotel room at eight-fifteen. She quickly got out of her work clothes, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. She put on a black silk knit sheath that stopped decorously right above her knees, with long sleeves and a crew neck. The knit dress loosely but faithfully molded her body and accentuated more than she would have liked her large breasts, small waist, and full buttocks. But it was the only eveningwear she had with her since most of her clothes were packed away. She put on black hosiery with black leather pumps with medium heels. She swept up her heavy dark curls up on a chignon, securing it with decorative combs. On her face, she lightly re-applied her makeup. In the mirror, she was satisfied to see that her overall attire made her appear neatly sophisticated, sleek, cool, and understated, except for the look of panic lurking in her dark eyes. Well, she couldnt do anything about that, she decided. It was only for two hours, she told herself. After that, it would probably be at her sisters wedding when she saw Ian next. Downstairs in the restaurant, the maitre d showed her to Ians table. When he saw her, Ian stood up. He was dressed in a black, double-breasted suit, taupe silk shirt, and a black silk tie. Seeing him so formerly and expensively dressed took Lacys breath away, and she felt once again poleaxed by his incredible good looks, and it caused her body to tighten with sexual awareness. Forcing a smile on her face, she said, overly enthusiastic, Hello, Ian, and stuck her hand out. When Ian took her hand, she realized that it was cold and clammy and quickly pulled it back. Im afraid Im a little bowled over. Its rare that I see you in a suit. I forgot how devastatingly attractive you are. She blushed furiously when Ian lifted a dark eyebrow at her, and realizing how foolish her words must have sounded, she said in a rush. I mean I always
knew you were good looking. I always thought you were. Certainly most women do. Certainly Deanna did. Does, that is. But when youre in a suit, that is when most men wear a suitwell, thats why they wear suits, because of the way they makes men look She stopped and closed her mouth when she saw Ian watching her with his green eyes, a small-amused smile curving his lips. Good evening, Lacy. Youre looking very well, yourself. Lacy shifted a little uncomfortably when Ian boldly ran his eyes over her appearance, narrowing slightly when they lingered over her curves under the black silk. On the table, she saw that he had ordered champagne. Are we celebrating something, tonight? she said to Ian as the maitre d assisted her in her chair. Ian poured some champagne in her flute, Nothing in particular. Im just in a celebrating mood. Desperate for something to brace her against the awful nerves that had her trembling, she unthinkingly downed the entire content of her glass in one gulp, wondering if Ian would think her too unladylike if she ordered a double martini. She flushed when she saw Ian watching her with mild surprise. Im really thirsty, she explained hastily as she held out her glass to him for a refill. How are things back home? Are the wedding plans going well for you and Dee Dee? Things are fine back home, Ian said blandly. He picked up his own champagne, sipped, and gave Lacy an easy, friendly smile that caused a warm, oozy melting sensation inside her stomach. As you can probably guess, Dee Dee feels as if shes about to lose her mind any second. Ian went on to detail the small, numerous fracases that kept popping up in the wedding plans, telling them to Lacy in a comfortable, humorous way that made her laugh. She soon found herself relaxing in Ians undemanding company, braced with the champagne that he kept refilling. Throughout the dinner, he continued to keep the conversation light and friendly, steering away from a topic if he saw that it touched a nerve in Lacy. They talked about their friends and family back in California, exchanging bits of gossip. Ian talked a little about his practice and Lacy about her new position in New York. By the time dinner was over and their deserts and coffee were served, she felt comfortable in Ians company. So much so that she was
close to treating him with the old mocking affection of a kid sister to an older brother as she used to. If she every once in awhile saw a darkening in Ians green eyes, or a certain heat lurking in their depths, Lacy dismissed it, thinking it was the trick of the lights in the room. When Ian gave the maitre d his credit card for the bill, Lacy was surprised to feel regret that their dinner was coming to a close. She had really enjoyed herself in Ians company and almost wished their time together could be extended. I dont know why I was so reluctant to have this dinner with you, she said as they walked out of the restaurant, crossed the hotel lobby towards the elevators. She stopped and turned to him, Thank you, Ian, for the dinner. It was very delicious and I enjoyed myself very much. Ian stared down at her for a moment, his hands in his trouser pants. Then he said, mildly, Before we go our separate ways, Id like you to come up to my room for a moment, Lacy. Lacy looked up at him, the wariness back in her eyes, Why? Ians pleasant expression did not change as he said, Ive something to show you, and its up in my room. What is it? she asked. Then her face cleared, Is it something for Dee Dee? And you want my opinion on it? Dee Dee certainly wants it. And, yes, I would like your opinion on it. Lacy shrugged, Okay. If itll help you. Whatever it was he wanted to show her, it probably meant another five minutes or so in his company, she decided. Surely she could handle another five minutes in the company of such a delicious man like Ian, she thought with a small smile as she stepped into the elevator with him. Ians penthouse was on the floor above Lacys room and at the opposite wing where exclusive penthouses were. Wow! she whistled softly when she walked into a room that was twice the size of her whole unit, and much more luxuriously furnished. And I thought I was living high on the hog with my company paying for my stay in this hotel. Make yourself a drink, if you want, he gestured to the full bar against one wall that was mirrored. Ill be back. He opened double doors that led to the bedroom that was just as large and spacious as rest of the suite. Through the open doors, Lacy saw a large bed in gold and
cream brocade, matching heavy curtains straddling tall windows, elegant armchairs, and more mirrors. Forgoing the bar, Lacy decided to take a small tour of the penthouse, finding pleasure in being in the midst of such luxury that she would never be able to afford. Ian reappeared, walked slowly towards her with hands in his pants pockets. She gave a laugh, Well, where is it? He stopped a few feet in front of her, his eyes on her face, Hold your hand out, Lacy. Lacy rolled her eyes, but she was willing to humor him for a bit, and held out her hand. Ian took one hand from his pocket, closed in a loose fist, and laid it on her palm. When he opened his fingers, a small object fell in Lacys hand. When she opened her eyes and recognized the emerald and diamond earring, her first reaction was heartfelt gratefulness that her favorite and very expensive earring had been retrieved. Oh, you found it, Ian? Thank you so much. Ive been going out of my mind trying to remember where I might have dropped this. Where did you find it? Her words froze in her mouth when she lifted her eyes up to Ians and saw the hard, calculating look in his eyes, and the cold smile that slightly curved his lips. Gone was the friendly dinner companion and in his place was a man who had coolly engineered the evening to get her up to his room. Where did you find it? she asked again, this time her voice barely above a whisper. I found it in my room at my parents house last week. Or, rather, Hannah found it in my old room, when she was vacuuming under the bed. Lacy bent her head because she could no longer meet his cold, angry eyes. At first, she tried to bluff her way out of what was turning into a very dangerous evening, Howhow did it get there, I wonder? You tell me, Lacy, Ian said softly, menacingly, sending shivers down Lacys spine. How did your earring get under my bed at my parents house? Her eyes widened with alarm when he slowly closed the distance between them, making her stumble backward. As far as I know, youve never been in my bedroom there, not even when I lived with my parents. I dont recall ever taking you up to my room. But you must have been there. This is your earring. You just said so yourself. Deciding she needed a stiff drink after all, she retreated behind the bar, poured herself a hefty scotch into a tumbler and gulped half of it down.
When did you get your bellybutton pierced, Lacy? Without thinking, she said, In my first year in college. Too late she remembered the lie she had told Deanna in Ians presence last Sunday, and her face blanched when she saw the look of grim satisfaction on Ians face. Shivering with dread, she downed the rest of the scotch. It was you, that night, wasnt it? Ian demanded, his voice still low but filled with anger. It was you I was fucking my brains out the night of the barbeque, wasnt it? When Lacy did not say anything, he demanded again, Answer me, Lacy. This time his voice was raised to let Lacy feel the full force of his anger and frustration, making her almost jump out of her skin. Yes, yes, yes, she said wildly, so filled with guilt and remorse, her body shaking violently as she staggered to the couch before her legs gave way. It was me who was in bed with you that night. Ian turned his back to her, ran his hand through his hair, and then stood in the middle of the room, silent. Then he loosened his tie and undid his top shirt buttons. He walked over to the bar and poured a large scotch himself. Im sorry, Ian, Lacy said quietly, holding the empty glass on her lap with both hands. Staying behind the bar, he took a sip of his drink, For what? For what happened between us. He raised an eyebrow at her and said mockingly, Why? From what I remember of that night, we had one hell of a good time. We were going up in flames every time we turned around. But it shouldnt have happened. Well, it did. Theres nothing we can do to change that. Lacy looked at him, a small puzzled frown on her face. Much of his anger had disappeared from his voice. Youre not angry about the fact that we slept together? Ians face softened, a certain tenderness entering his eyes, Why would I be angry for spending the most incredible night Ive ever spent with a woman. I was angry at first, because I knew I had cheated on Deanna. But I could never regret that night. Doesdoes Deanna know? No. I never told her. Nobody knows except Perry. And that was because I thought I needed to get the phone number of the call girl they had hired. At first I had thought it was her who I had been fucking. But Perry told me she never showed. So, I thought I had slept with a
complete stranger at the party, somebody who didnt want to be discovered. Since I had no idea who I was with, I thought that there was very little chance that I would ever see her again. I decided there was little purpose in telling Deanna and upsetting the whole cart for one night of passion that would never happen again. He then pinned Lacy with green eyes that were clear and cool. But, now, all that has changed. Color drained from Lacys face, Changed? What has changed? Now I know it was you whom I was with that night. Why should that change anything? she asked shakily. Ian drained his glass and set it down carefully. He said, his tone casual, almost conversational, Are you suggesting, Lacy, that we continue to keep this little secret of ours strictly between us? Well, yeah, Lacy said, a little helplessly. And what do I do with Deanna, in the meantime? Well, marry her of course. And once Im married to your sister, what do I do with you? Suddenly very wary of where Ians line of questioning was directing, she shot up from the couch and began to walk around the room, pacing back and forth, her hands clasping and unclasping, while Ian watched her from the bar calmly, almost in an analytical way. Theres nothing for you to do with me. You do nothing, of course, Lacy said in a rush. That is, we do nothing. So, youre saying that you and I should just go along as if that night never happened? It was just one night. It was a total fluke, something that should have never happened. It only happened once, and it will never happen again. Why shouldnt we be able to put it behind us? Ian came around the bar and moved towards her. Seeing the anger back on his face, Lacy scooted across the room. He stopped when he saw her looking at him with eyes that were almost wild with panic and confusion, How can you treat that night as if it were nothing, Lacy? he shot at her. How can you discard so easily the amount of passion we had for each other, the way we couldnt stop coming with each other? Tell me, something, Lacy, did you fuck all your other men the way you
fucked me that night? Is that why you were so easily able to walk away that morning after spending a night of having your brains fucked out? Feeling her nerves almost unhinged, Lacy put her hands over her ears, and she pleaded in a trembling voice, Stop shouting at me, Ian. Dont be so angry. But I am angry, Lacy, Ian said, his voice hard and cutting. And for the first time, Lacy was beginning to see the hurt behind his anger. Thats the whole crux of this situation. Im angry not so much because I cheated on Deanna, or that it was her sister I cheated with, or that it was you who I slept with. Im angry for the way you ran out on me that morning, and for making me go through weeks of hell because I had no way of knowing who it was I was with, and for making me believe that I could never ever experience a night like that again. Lacys dark eyes widened, What the hell was I supposed to do? Stick around until you woke up and saw me next to your bed. What would you have done then, Ian, if you had awoken and found me in your room? You certainly would not have been welcoming once you realized that you had mistakenly spent the night with your future sister-in-law. Some of the tension left Ians face as he said in a low, much calmer voice, You should have given me a chance, Lacy. Why, Ian? How would I have known to give you a chance that morning? Youve never given me any indication that you were even remotely interested in me, not even physically? And as far as you were concerned, before that night, you werent. I sometimes thought that you didnt even like me. I thought if you woke up and found me there that you would come to hate me. You never let on that you felt anything for me, either, Lacy? Lacy gave a laugh that was hysterical around the edges, Oh, no? I all but paraded my naked body under your nose? Ians dark eyebrows lowered in disbelief, When? When I was seventeen, that one summer, right before you went back to Harvard. How can you forget that? I know I never could, she said bitterly, feeling the hurt of his harsh, contemptuous rejection all over again. I came out wearing my bathing suit and sat next to you on the lounge. When I tried to kiss you, you treated me as if I were a cheap tramp. It was the last time I tried to get you to notice me. You scared the shit out of me. So you should have been scared, Ian said. A ghost of a smile played at his lips, You certainly scared the shit out of me. Anyway, I must have been twenty-two, close to twenty-three.
At that age, how the hell am I supposed to take the moves of seventeen year old seriously? If I had done anything about it, it might have turned into statutory rape. Restless, Lacy walked to the windows that overlooked the city lights, If you had been attracted to me, you would have felt it a long time ago. How could I? I always saw you as a kid sister. Yeah, I saw that you had a great body, a cute face, and great personality when you grew up. But, my God, you were the kid next door who always had some snide comment to throw at me whenever I stepped out the door. And then you went off to college, started a career, and made your own life. I rarely saw you during those years, and when I did, you always seemed like that kid again. Slowly, lightly, so as not to startle her, he walked over to her. Although her eyes turned wary and looked for running room, Lacy stood where she was by the window, even when Ian stood only a few inches from her. He lifted his hand and gently ran the back of it along her jawbone. The dark seduction in those green eyes was hypnotic, pinpointing Lacy to her spot. When he spoke, his voice was like velvet and just as dark, By the time you were old enough, how was I to know that beneath that smart mouth of yours, all that hair, and the small, funny face of yours was a body that could drive me insane, or that mouth of yours was designed for a much more satisfactory activities than to spew out sarcasm, or that up close, your skin is like butter cream and was made for tasting? Ian bent his head until Lacy could feel his warm breath on her temple, and she began to shiver. How could I have ever known, Lacy, that you and I would be so good in bed? With parted lips, he leisurely ran his mouth along her cheek. When Lacy felt her body tightening with desire, she spun away from him and put some distance between them. Ian remained where he stood, his back to her, as he said with dead calm, Im not walking away from this, Lacy. Well, you have no other choice, Ian, because I am walking away. I already have, and so should you. she said, almost shouting it out at him. When he turned, she saw the implacable look on his face, and she did yell, Are you out of your mind? What are you thinking? Dont you remember that youre about to get married in less than a month? To my sister, Deanna, whom you love and want to devote your life to. What do you think itll do to her when she finds out about us? What about all the plans you two made for your future together? What about all the
wedding hell that shes going through just to marry you? And what about our family, and friends? God, can you imagine how our parents would react if they found out about this? Mine would never speak to me, ever again. Neither would my brothers, or Deanna. All for what, Ian? One night of freak passion, something that will never happen again? Ian turned and said with almost a detached curiosity, You think that what happened to us that night could not happen again? That it was mostly the drinks and the moment that caught us by surprise? Lacy closed her eyes and pressed them hard. She was suddenly quite tired from a long day of work and all the emotional upheaval. I dont know what to think about that night, she said. I just dont think about it. So, if I had never realized the truth about us, you would have continued to leave me in the dark, wouldnt you have? You would have let me go through the years wondering if I were to turn that next corner, would I run into her? You would have let me go through life watching every womans face in the crowd to see if I could pick her out. And did you have any idea that for the rest of my life, I would be comparing every woman, including my wife, to her? When Im caressing a woman, that I would think about her skin and think that she had been much softer than the woman I had in my arms? Or that her breasts filled my hands so much more than my current lover's? Did it ever occur to you that over the years, never remembering the face of my lover, not knowing who she was, that my memories of that night would eventually turn into some impossible fantasy, and that pretty soon, I would begin to doubt if it had ever happened? I think thats when I would slowly go insane, Lacy. Stop it, Ian, she shouted at him, her voice shaking again. She could not bear hearing him describe his torment, because they were the very torment that she knew was in her future. Just stop it. You and I are not some star-crossed lovers in an ill-fated tragic affair. Things just happened between us. It was a freak accident. Thats all. And it will never happen again. Lets just keep what went on between us simple and stick to the facts. Lets not complicate it by dressing it up into some sort of grand passion. Okay? She stopped, took a deep breath in an attempt to calm some of her nerves. Now, Im going back to my room and go to bed. Im very tired and its very late. Thank you again for finding my earring, and Im sorry you had to find out about us that way. But I really thought it best if I didnt tell you and let things go on the way they
have been. I still do. I know youre upset, but I think in the morning, youll begin to see some reason and agree with me. So, Ill say thank you for the dinner and goodnight. Chapter 9 She was almost to the door, when Ian said, Lacy. She stopped and turned back to him. Yes? she asked wearily. He stopped a few feet from her. All traces of anger and passion were gone from his face, and his eyes were cool and his expression impassive once again. Perhaps youre right, Lacy. Theres really nothing between us to make a big deal about, because the attraction between us existed just for that night. His eyelids lowered over eyes that became suddenly very green. Then, you wouldnt mind giving me a goodnight kiss, would you? Lacys eyes were instantly on alert, Why? Ian shrugged his shoulders and said silkily, Think of it as making up. For fighting. Dont worry, Im not suggesting a long, torrid kiss. Just a small kiss, short and sweet, from a sister to a brother. Surely, there should be no harm in giving your future brother-in-law a goodnight kiss? he added when he saw the look of doubt on her face. What are you worried about, Lacy? If as you say theres nothing between us, then one short kiss is not going to turn into another all nighter. Right? He gave her a cool smile at the killing glare Lacy gave him. They both knew she was trapped. And she should have seen it coming a mile away, but because she had been so bone tired and so emotionally on edge, she had walked right into it. She knew giving Ian a kiss was the most dangerous thing she could do right now. But she had no choice but to give him his kiss. If she refused him, then it would seem that she was afraid to prove her own words about there being nothing between them, which would give him ammunition to pursue the point. Lacy squared her shoulders and braced herself, Alright, then. Come here, and Ill give you one. Ian shook his head, his lids growing heavier, making his eyes into green slits, Uh uh. You come over here. Come into my web said the spider to the fly, she thought. Slowly, though, she made her way to where he was standing. When her body barely touched his, she rose on her tiptoes. When she touched his mouth, it was parted, and when she felt his breath that was a mixture of the smoky scotch and after dinner mints rush into her mouth, a heavy rush of desire flared inside her,
and she groaned as her lips parted and pressed against his. Her tongue darted between his lips and wrapped around his. Ians own body instantly heated up with sharp aching need, and he took control of the kiss. His kiss hardened as he pressed her head back, one hand cupping the back of her head to support her, while he ravaged her mouth as she was ravaging his. Meanwhile, his large hands were pulling at her dress, frantic to get to her naked body beneath the silk. Lacys hands were thrust into his thick dark hair, clenching it tightly with fists, pulling his head tighter to her, as her body ground itself against his. The impact of the desire that flared like wild fire between them had her whimpering, and she remembered just barely to maintain a wisp of her earlier resolve, and tried to pull back. Ians hands feverishly ran down her back, pressing against it, molding her body tightly against his. The tremendous passion exploded between them at the hard touch of their bodies, and Lacy squirmed hers wantonly against Ian, any sense of right or wrong obliterated from her mind. Ian wrenched his lips away from hers to suck in air that he had denied his lungs for a few seconds too long. Breathing harshly, he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her off the floor, and carried her to the small conference table. His impatient hands bunched slick, silk material of her dress to her waist and growled with male frustration when he discovered she wore black hosiery, its control top tightly protecting the small, soft body he was desperate to touch. Without thinking, he hooked his fingers over the steel-like band of the control top and wrenched it down, ripping it. Ians hands continued until the control top was in shreds. Then he slipped the black panties down her legs and tossed them aside. When she was bare to him, he parted her legs, his green eyes glowing as they took in her nakedness, the glow pulsing as if his eyes were breathing in the very essence of her as they traced the flamboyant flare of her hips from the impossibly narrow waist, the tiny gold hoop pierced into her bellybutton, then trailing down her strong flat abdomen to the triangular dense thatch of her black pubic hair that covered in a rather flashy, lurid manner her mons. Ian wrapped his long fingers around her thighs and parted them and pushed them until her knees almost touched her breasts, and as he did so, his eyes became even more lambent as they watched her thighs part, the heavy lips of her labia separate to reveal fully to him her pink flesh. Ian held her this way, continuing to gaze at her. Above him, Lacy bit her lip and closed her eyes, squirming inside with shame and embarrassment at being held so openly to Ian, her legs still encased in block stockings that were torn at the thighs, her body naked for him from her waist to her thighs, her black pumps still on her feet as they were held in
the air by his hands, and yet getting so aroused, helplessly feeling her loins beginning to pulsate with anticipation. This should not be, she thought. It should not be her sisters fiance who was standing between her open thighs. It should not be his hands that were opening her up to test her ripeness before he plunged into her. Because, soon, he would belong to another. But as wrong as it was, Lacy knew she could do nothing to stop the oncoming madness, as she had not been able to that night of the barbeque. One more time, she thought fervently, closing her eyes as shame, guilt, and need flooded her, all seeming to combine to increase her pleasure and desire. One more night, she thought again. Then shed let him go to marry her sister, and she would never touch him ever again. Without needing any urging from him, Lacy pressed her thighs further apart, betraying her wantonness by letting him see her getting aroused down there, which only increased the excitement, the empty ache tightening in her loins. Lacy knew he could see her female liquid of arousal oozing out of her, wetting her flesh, making it glisten invitingly for him. She saw those green eyes of his narrow as they watched her juices flow for him, seeing them trail her flesh slowly down to the voluptuous curves of her generous buttocks. Ian lowered his head between her opened thighs. Lacys breath hitched for a moment, because she thought he was going to taste her. Instead, he examined her more closely, his nostrils flaring as he drew deeply into his lungs the pungent scent of her dark musk of her sexual arousal. He said in a low, sensual voice of a man who was enjoying very much every step that led him to his ultimate possession, From now on, Lacy, you are never to wear such contraptions as these hoses, as long as youre with me. When I have you all to myself, Ill only let you wear stockings and garters under your skirts. And if you insist on wearing panties, youll only be allowed G-strings, baby. I dont want to fight through armor every time I want you. But Lacy did not hear half of what he had said, because she was too busy crying out and shuddering when Ian inserted a long finger in her flesh and began to slowly massage her inner walls, setting off tiny nerve endings in her womb. She wriggled madly for him, and he watched her as she did so with avid male greed and satisfaction. When she tried to reach for him to pull him closer to her, he evaded her, denying her mute plea to take her.
Please, please, she whispered, her hand trying to pull his lips down to hers, trying to seduce him into completing his possession and end the small but unbearable torment. I want you, now, Ian. Now. But Ian shook his head, his nostrils flaring as he watched the sensuous plea in her eyes. His tall body arched towards her slightly when his loins tightened with fiery heat inside him in response to her demands. No, not yet, he rasped. But the heat was driving him mad. Ian turned his head and sank his teeth into the velvety tender thigh and suckled, trying to alleviate some of his gnawing ache. Not yet, Lacy. I want to make sure you know everything that Im going to do you, tonight. And I want to know everything that happens when Im inside you, when Im kissing you. Our first time I was drunk and did not know half of what I was doing and who I was with. Tonight, Im completely sober. Im fully awake. Tonight, Im in control. Then, completely belying his words, Ian wrenched the black silk dress up and over Lacys head. Her large breasts that he remembered so well, the only thing about Lacys body that he could remember, were encased tightly by sheer black brassiere with cups that barely covered her nipples. Oh, God, yes! he hissed before he enclosed his mouth over one covered nipple. He suckled at her breast, hard and deep, working with his tongue her nipple until he could trap it between the roof of his mouth and the back of his tongue and clamped his teeth around Lacys areole and continued to suckle heavily. With his other hand, Ian massaged her other breast, rotating and fondling and pushing at it with long, hard strokes, until he had worked it out of its protective cup. When the nipple popped free of its confine, Ian lifted his head and clamped his mouth over the freed nipple, rubbing its velvety texture hard against his mouth as he had with its twin. Frantic with pleasure, needing much more, and yet afraid to have more, knowing and fearing how powerful their sex could be, Lacy threaded her fingers through Ians hair, by now matted with sweat, lifted her head to kiss him on top of his head repeatedly, murmuring over and over, I love you. I love, Ian. I love you. The mantra seemed to act as a sirens call in Ians mind. He lifted his head, quickly divested his dress shirt and tie and undid his belt and pants. His hands closed over her thighs again and parted them. He poised over Lacy, and as he did so, his eyes closed, his head tipped
back, as if in prayer, saying, Yes, yes, yes. When he thrust his engorged penis inside Lacy, burying himself half way into her warm flesh, both cried out in unison, their bodies arching towards each other, then dissolving into shudders. Ian thrust again and this time he was completely enveloped by her. Lacy shuddered at the feeling of being so filled by him, feeling her inner loins pulsing all around him. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Ians waist as she twisted her arms around his neck. Ian quickly brought both he and Lacy to their climaxes and, before they came down from the first, just as he had done the night of the barbeque, he began to move again inside her, building up the pressure inside both of them again, sending them up the peak for that glorious fall again. When Ian felt he had enough strength, he divested the rest of his clothes from his body, lifted a shaking Lacy into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, took her shoes off her feet and peeled the torn black hose down her legs. When he rose over her again, she shyly laid a hand on his chest. You forgot to turn off the lights, she told him. Ian shook his head, a small, animal-like smile curving his beautiful lips, No, I didnt, Lacy. Im keeping the lights on so that I could watch you while I take you and while you take me. And I plan to keep them on all night. You deprived me of that little pleasure the first time we were in bed. He laid beside her as he slipped his hand under her thigh to cup her buttocks. His thumb idly rubbed her right where the globes met her female flesh, making her shiver a little in anticipation. I want to watch your face the way I could not the first time when I touch you, when I do things to you. I want to see in your eyes where it is I touch you that drives you crazy and where it is that makes you melt like ice-cream on a hot summers day. And when Im inside you, I want to watch your eyes as you explode for me, and then I want to hear those sexy sounds you make when I fill you with my seeds. He laid one hand over her breast and began to fondle it, almost with affection. Both of us were drunk that first night. I was too drunk even to recognize that it was you with whom I was in bed, that it was you who was making me shoot off every time I touched you. He raised his head to kiss her lips. Tonight, well rectify all that we missed, Lacy. Tonight, both of us will know who the other is fucking. The entire night. And then when the morning comes, well have the rest of our lives to figure out what the hell were going to do with each other. He slowly moved his eyes down her body, his hand following and then
lingering and savoring as his eyes did. God, your skin is like butter, Lacy. Its color with a hint of gold in its creaminess, and when I taste you, you feel just as soft and smooth and creamy as the morning butter, made fresh from the dairy. Ian cradled one breast, his thumb lightly brushing over the nipple. And this body. My God, Lacy, how did I ever prevent myself all these years from seeing your body? As if to rectify the years of this serious omission, he bent his head and took a long, swirling lick of her nipple, causing Lacy to arch and gasp, her hand clasping his hair as her body tensed ever so tighter with desire again. Ians hands and mouth continued to explore Lacys body for the next hour, fondling, caressing, licking, tasting every inch of her, murmuring to her words of deep appreciation, or groan when her own whipped up passion would have her wriggling frantically beneath him, her eyes begging for release. When he encountered a particularly sensitive spot, he would linger for a closer inspection, his fingers rubbing that area or his mouth gently sipping while his fingers stroked her body, gentling her trembling. Often he would interrupt his sensuous journey by thrusting his hard penis inside her. Sometimes he would climax, sometimes Lacy would. Sometimes, both would reach their peak simultaneously. One or two times, after hed driven himself and Lacy to a frenzy, Ian would climax at the first thrust. And through the entire time, with the bedroom light fully illuminating them, he watched her endlessly, watched her face as she gasped with pleasure, watched her eyes grow heavy and glaze over as he built that pleasure inside her, and continued to watch her when her orgasm broke and her body collapsed in shudders. Towards morning, a few hours before dawn, both nearly exhausted from a long night of lovemaking, Ian was once again thrusting into Lacy from behind, his plunges heavy, deep, and slow. At one point, her senses swimming in the dense fog of passion, she opened her eyes to heavy slits and found that she was staring at herself through the closet door mirror. She felt a little shocked, as well as little horrified, but highly aroused to see herself in such a blatantly sexual position, stretched out on the bed on her stomach, beneath Ians much larger, much longer body. She could see that male body over her moving slowly, languidly in and out of her, and her eyes witnessed the spasms of her features each time Ian thrust into her, causing the heat in her loins to tighten ever so tighter. Through the mirror, Lacy saw in her face what Ian saw as he fucked in and out of her, seeing the golden skin flushed, almost glowing in the throes of sexual passion, the way her eyelids drooped, her lips parted, her teeth clenched at the agony, and then
when the pleasure became too much, her face twisted as if in excruciating pain, her eyes clouding then glazing over with torment, then the tears starting to fall down her cheeks, as her mouth opened wider as she started to sob. Through the mirror, she could also watch Ian enjoying her as he took her, the dark flush of his face, watch the way his own hard male body trembled in its own heavy heat. Her heavy lidded eyes fell to his large hand that was caressing and pulling at her breast. She was a little ashamed to see that the size of her breast could not entirely be contained even in his large hands, that the firm globe spilled over. But Ian did not seem to mind the overt size of her breasts, as he squeezed and rotated the globe, enjoying its weight and firmness, his long male fingers worrying and pulling at the hard nipple, softly growling with appreciation at the way she writhed against him as he fondled her. Then, when Ian lifted his eyes, and as their eyes met again, Lacy felt a jolt of shock again, but awareness flared between them, shimmering back and forth in the mirror, like a blue heat sizzling between their eyes. Lacy felt and saw her body quicken, and she saw Ians jerk a little as well, his eyes on her in the mirror, growing into green glittering slits. Something inside Lacy squirmed at the knowledge that both of them were watching one another and both watching her as she began to climb to her peak, Ians eyes watching her quickening through her eyes, and she watching him watching her peak, unable to hide it from him. She wanted to prevent herself from reaching that wrenching satisfaction, to stop this madness that was occurring right in front of her eyes, but the increasing pleasure inside her was too strong for her to control. Soon she knew it would overcome her. It always did. She could feel it beginning to overwhelm her, even now, the blinding heat swamping over her thoughts, the excruciating weight of erotic pressure building up inside her body becoming so unbearable that her body started to bow, her mouth parting wider into one of her many silent screams, as her whole physical form was being turned into pure erotic, pleasure-drenched being. And she saw it all happen in the mirror. She saw her body straining against Ians iron hold on her, in mute appeal and supplication, then rock back and forth as she tried to find assuagement or to reach for a quick end, anything to end the endless torment, and when any relief was not found, her body would collapse under the strain beneath Ian, leaving Lacy to sob for a few pitiable seconds, only to cry out once again as she arched when Ian gave her another long hard stroke. Even in her throes of passion, through the mirror, she saw herself go through the stages of a woman surrendering to her lover, to herself. Her body stopped seeking refuge from being engulfed, from being drowned by the lovemaking, and arched
and moved willingly in concert to the waves of desire, seeking that fulfillment by giving. She was surrendering. And in the mirror, Lacy saw that her surrender showed, and saw that Ian was seeing it, too. It was not only in her body but in her face, in her eyes, as well, the way her features softened with acceptance, and her eyes seemed to glow beneath her heavy lids, the dark color seeming to open up to reveal endless depths. And then she could no longer watch herself in the mirror, because she had closed her eyes when the heated tension in her loins became too excruciating for her to be able to keep her eyes open. She cried out, sobbing Ians name, her body arched from the bed, her buttocks wriggling frantically while impaled over and over by his thrusting penis, straining to break the dreadful sexual tightness. When she tried to close her thighs to him in a feminine effort to sooth her aching loins, Ian spread his thighs wider, which widened hers. He gripped her buttocks with his hands, pushed her backside up higher so that the pink gash tilted more towards him, which forced Lacy to lie flatter on her front, his thumbs pressed against the thick lips of her labia that were already stretched to accommodate the large size of his penis, and spread them even more. As he held her like this, his thrusts slowed, but he made them much deeper and harder, all the while his thumbs massaged her labia. Being taken in this obscene position, Lacy could only feel the hard effect of what this new way plunging of his penis inside her was doing to her, each pull and drag of his rod tugging at her tense, heated loins, her pleasure crackle and heat up even more, until she felt a small kernel of explosion deep in her womb that set her loins to pulsate, causing that kernel of explosion to spread like warm lava through her flesh while her womb pulsated in orgasm. But Ian kept plunging into her flesh, and the pulsations tightened, causing the lava to flow hotter and more aching, so that to Lacy the one long stretch of her orgasm seemed as if she were coming over and over. And when the tension inside her had eased and she was lying on the bed shuddering, her flesh was still pulsating strongly around Ians impaled penis, milking him with heavy juices. She had her eyes closed and from distance she heard a series of male groans and felt the bed shake from Ians own orgasm as he succumbed to his own passion, his hips madly thrusting into her as he strained to empty all of himself into her. As the morning after the night of the picnic, Lacy woke first late in the morning. Although she was not shocked to find herself in bed with Ian as she had been that first time, she was still appalled when she found herself in her sisters fiancs bed in his hotel room. This time, not bothering to consider what she should do next or what was the right thing to do, she went
with her primary urge, which was to run. She bolted out of bed, quickly dressed, and left the room. Before she did leave, she left a note that said, Dont call me. Ever. Chapter 10 When Lacy did not hear from Ian that day, the next day, or the next, she thought that he might have finally accepted the fact that their affair was at an end, and that he saw that the only sensible ending to their whole affair was to walk away from it as she had, and go through with his marriage to Deanna. Whether or not she was relieved, Lacy did not stop long enough to dwell on her feelings. On Sunday, she flew back to California, hoping that it was her last trip until her sisters wedding. Throughout the following weak, Lacy was immersed in the process of selling her apartment, packing up the last of her furniture and possession, and wrapping up her accounts at work. Her work and packing took up much of her time, and she used it gratefully as an excuse to avoid seeing her family. On Saturday morning, the day before she was to fly back to New York, the doorbell rang in her empty apartment. Lacy was on the floor taping up boxes. Come in, she said automatically, thinking it was the mover. When the door opened and she heard muffled footsteps, she instructed, Listen, can you start with the furniture in the master bedroom? Then do the other room. When she turned around and saw Ian standing in the middle of the empty living room, the tape dispenser fell from her fingers that had suddenly gone nerveless and clattered to the floor. Whawhat are you doing here? she said, her voice hoarse. Trying to catch you before you ran off again, Ian said coolly, his eyes taking in all the boxes and furniture piled in one corner. He was dressed in faded jeans, old scuffed tennis shoes, and a silk tee shirt in pale aqua that made his eyes look even greener. His dark hair was tossed and laid around his head in loose waves. Lacy pushed a trembling hand through her hair, II thought we agreed to never see each other again. Ian turned and pinned her with those very green eyes, and said clearly, No. You agreed that we should never see each other again. I didnt agree to anything.
Well, thats an agreement between two people by default. If one person does not want to see the other, the other person automatically has no choice but to comply. Otherwise, its called stalking. Ian gave a small, humorless smile, Dont worry, baby. I dont plan to spend my life chasing you from one end of the country to the other and back. The tension left Lacys face as she said with some relief, Then youve come to say goodbye. No, Ive not come to say goodbye, Lacy. He began to walk around the empty apartment. Thenwhy have you come? Ian stopped, turned to her, and said, Ive come to tell you that Dee Dee knows about us. Lacy gasped and stumbled back, then panted hard trying to regain the capacity to breathe, About everything? Yes, everything. Ian said, his words precise and unequivocal. Butbuthow? Who He picked up a small painted vase from one of the boxes and examined it, Because I told her. Lacys eyes rounded so much that they seemed about to pop out of her face. But why? she asked in horror. Why? So that I dont keep waking up alone the next morning after weve had sex and having to chase you across the country. And why the hell not? Ian suddenly rounded on her, I cant believe you, Lacy. You stand there and ask me with such utter disbelief as to why I told my fiance that I was having an affair with her sister. What kind of a man do you think I am that I would marry one woman while I was carrying on with another? And what kind of a woman are you to ask me to do that, to have us continue to hurt your sister that way? Tears burst from Lacys eyes and she turned around, burying her face in her hands. As she quietly sobbed, Ian did not go to her, because he was not yet ready to give comfort. I just thought it was the most simplest, most reasonable solution for all of us, if you and I just didnt saying anything to anyone and just continue with the way things were, she finally said, her voice watery. I never thought it would ever happen again.
Ian slowly walked towards her, watching to see if she would back away, It might have worked if I had never found out that it was you that night. But then, it might not have. I might still have called off the marriage. I dont know. I was so balled over by what happened to us, Lacy. I couldnt stop thinking about that night. I wanted you so much since then, not even knowing it was you. It changed me inside, making me realize things that were inside me that I had never known before. What you and I did that first night changed how I felt about myself, about who I wanted to marry, about Dee Dee. Lacy shook her head in denial, But you love her, Ian. Thats why you were going to marry her. A look of frustration entered Ians striking face. He stopped and turned away, running his hand through his hair, I did love her. I do lover her. At least a part of me still does. Whatever I feel for her no longer seems a reason for me to marry her. How can you say that, Ian, do that to Deanna? How can you be so fickle, fall so easily out of love for one woman because you had sex with another? Its not that I fell out of love with her, Lacy. I dont know how to explain it to you. I couldnt explain it to Deanna either when I told her. Then he gave her a curious look, But its funny, she didnt demand an explanation as to why things changed for me when I slept with you the way you are. Lacy looked at him with dark eyes that were suddenly filled with passion, her face tearstained, Perhaps its because she was so devastated that she did not even know what questions to begin asking. I know I would have been if I were in her position. She closed her eyes and shook her head as she imagined the racking pain that Deanna must have gone through the moment Ian had told her, and what she still must be going through. Lacy said, her voice barely a whisper, throbbing with imagined pain, If I knew that I was going to lose you like that, Ian, I dont think I could have stood it. Whether or not she intended for Ian to see everything that she felt for him in her eyes, he did, and he moved towards her. But she backed away from him again, saying, Stay away, Ian. Feeling frustrated but accepting for the time being Lacys refusal to let him come near her, Ian, instead, walked around again her empty apartment for several seconds. Then he said, I love Deanna, Lacy. I still do, like I said before. Its not hard for a man to love a woman like your sister. Shes everything a man would want in a wife. Shes very kind,
intelligent, generous to a fault, affectionate, very giving, warmhearted, thinks of others before she thinks of herself. She would have made a good wife for me. And I thought that was enough for me. Until I slept with you, Lacy. Like it or not, that has changed everything for me. The way I feel spending the rest of my life with a woman, about who I want to marry, about myself. But why should one night Two nights. Alright. Two nights. Why should our coming together by sheer accident change your love for another woman? Do you think I wanted everything to be changed, Lacy? Do you think I didnt want to let everything remain the same after our first time together? Do you think I wanted to mess up everything and hurt everyone? Yes, youre right, it would have been so much simpler if I could have gotten past our sex and continue with my plans to marry your sister. I certainly did not want to face all the hurt and resentment that would surface when I told Deanna. Lacy said bitterly, So you risked it all, Ian. Everything. Your future marriage with Deanna, your happiness, my sisters happiness. And all for what? For a couple nights of passion? Ian nodded, his eyes never leaving her face, an expression of wonder on his face, Yes. I risked it all. You know why, Lacy? Because I never experienced such passion that I had with you with Deanna, or with any other woman. I never knew there could such passion as there was between you and I. Lacy shook her head again, What we had was just sex, Ian. Thats all. She realized she was shouting at him again, and seemed to be making a habit of it. But she did not want to see that what Ian was saying to her could possibly have any merit for destroying her sisters happiness. Before the night of the picnic, there was nothing between us. Nothing. Do you hear? Nothing. You never knew I was even alive, much less had any inkling of an attraction to me. So what are you telling me now that weve had a couple of rolls in bed? That suddenly youve developed feelings for me, that you felt the need to throw away your future with Dee Dee? How does having great sex with me a couple of times equate to a grand passion that drives you to destroy yours and my sisters lives? Ian was silent for a moment, walking some more around the empty room, the soft muffled thud of his tennis shoes the only sound in the apartment.
How long have you been in love with me, Lacy? he asked after a minute had passed. Lacy stared at him, shocked at the question. She opened her mouth, as if to say something, then closed it, and turned away again. What makes you think Im in love with you, Ian? she said quietly. The way you are when were having sex. The look on your face when Im inside you. And the way you run away every time we have sex. And you told me so that night in New York. That was just in the heat of passion. Then, are you saying youre not in love with me, after all? Lacy turned back to him and opened her mouth to tell him that was what she was saying, that she did not love him. But the words did not come out. And they were such simple words, she thought. She knew that once she uttered the first word, it would have been easy to say the rest, to say to Ian as he stood in front of her, No, Ian, I dont love you. And once she said them, Ian just might have believed her. But her tongue refused to close over the words, so she closed her mouth again and turned away. With her back to him, she finally said, tears falling silently down her cheeks again, Ive been in love with you, Ian, since that day I tried to seduce you by your parents pool. I realized just how much I loved you a few days I came back up here from LA, a few days after I finished my degree. I saw you in my parents living room, talking to my dad, and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. So, why didnt you ever let me know then? God knows you had plenty of time. She turned to him, and she smiled ruefully at him through the tears, I was going to, except that I was waiting just for the right moment, you see. I felt I first needed to get my life in order, get my career going. I guess I wanted to feel that I was worthy of you. Ian frowned and said impatiently, Worthy of me? Thats ridiculous Yes, I know. But thats just how I felt back then. I didnt want to come to you with no prospects of my own, no money, no house. II guess I wanted you to be proud of me. After three years of working, I finally felt I was ready to begin our relationship. Remember when I called you for lunch almost two years ago? Ian shook his head, a baffled look on his face.
It was a few days before you and Dee Dee came over to our house to announce your engagement. I called you up at your office and invited you to lunch. Lacy laughed as she remembered her anticipation, her fear, her nervousness, the sheer excitement that made her have violent shakes, all the while not realizing that she had already lost the one person she wanted more than she wanted her next breath before she even had the chance of making her first. I was going to tell you then, over that lunch, about how I felt about you. She closed her eyes on the pain of remembering how quickly her dreams had been shattered. But before that lunch, that Saturday, at my parents house, you and Dee Dee announced that you were going to be married. I realized only too well that I was too late. Never did anything hurt so much as that moment. Oh God, Ian, she rasped out, closing her eyes as the tears fell harder and faster, panting again in order to breath in oxygen but she could only breath in and out the hurt that she had kept deep in her heart. I knew that I had lost everything I ever wanted, which was you, and a life with you. Lacy had not realized that Ian had come up behind her until he laid his hands on her shoulder and gently pulled her against him. At the feel of his hard body against her back, it became suddenly too much for her, and she broke down. She turned, buried her face on his shoulders, wrapped her arms tight around his body under his arms and wept. All the years of having to hide her love, all the years of longing and the passion she had had to keep to herself, and all the guilt and remorse of the past several weeks welled up inside her battered heart and spilled over and over. Ian simply held her, rocking her a little, letting her purge all the pain she had gone through out of her system. When the crying stopped and she leaned against him in emotional exhaustion, he picked her up, carried her to the bed in her bedroom that was completely stripped of any blankets or sheets. They laid on the bare mattress for nearly thirty minutes, neither of them talking, Lacy held in Ians arms, almost dozing off. When Ian lifted himself on his elbow beside her, she opened her eyes to find him watching her, an expression on his face that she could not read. Seeing the green of his eyes, she was once again struck by his good looks, and lifted a hand to his jaw, God, Ian. Youre so good looking. I get all jelly inside every time I look at you.
He smiled, which only made his looks even more dazzling, gripping her wrist and turned his face into her palm and laid a kiss on it, So, it is true. You only want me for my body and my face. She laughed, her heart feeling much lighter than it had ever felt in a long time, And your money. Dont forget that. Thats the most important shallow reason of all. Then knowing it was probably unwise, but because she knew she could, Lacy pulled his head down and kissed him. The light kiss turned quickly to passion as both of them felt that quickening that seemed to happen every time they touched. Ian dipped one hand under her shirt and began to caress her bare skin, inching towards her breasts. Lacy threw one leg over his so that their hips touched as the kiss deepened. Hey, you guys, came a gruff male voice from the doorway. You wanna cut that out for a sec. Lacy squeaked when she saw a burly man standing at the doorway, pulled her shirt down, and scrambled off the bed. Sorry to interrupt youruhwell, sorry, said the stranger, taking his cap off his shiny bald head. Your door was opened so I walked in, figurin the other person was still here packin. I called out from the living room, guess you didnt hear. Any way, is the other person here, or did she already move? Lacy saw through the window a large moving van parked in front of her apartment. What other person? she asked. The lady who used to live here. Did she already move or somethin? No, of course not. Thats me. Im the one whos moving. Oh. I figure you two just moved in. The way you two were going at it with each other, I thought you were celebratin. You know, kinda like christening your new home on your bed. He turned and yelled out the door, Hey, Charlie, come in here and start loadin up. Turning beet red, Lacy, with as much insouciance as she could muster, straightened her shirt, Wewe were just saying goodbye. The mover looked at Lacy, then at Ian, than back to Lacy, Sheesh. That was goodbye, you was sayin to him, Lady? Then whats your hello like? Im Stu, by the way, and my assistant coming in is Charlie. When a tall, gangly boy who looked no more than a teenager came
through the door, the burly man began to bark out orders. Charlie, start with the bedroom furniture, the main one, then well work our way to the front. No, wait, Lacy said to the movers. She put a hand to her temple, unable to believe what she was about to do. I dont think Im going to be moving. At least not today? she added as she looked into Ians eyes. What, Lady? Stu said. You have us come all the way over here, and decide you want to stay after all? So, that was a hello kiss, huh? Watching Ians face, she nodded, Yes, I guess it was. You know you dont get your deposit back, even if you reschedule to have us come back another day. Yes, I know that. It might be the most worthwhile two hundred dollar I ever spent in my life, she thought as she watched the smile enter Ians eyes. Sheesh, Stu said again. Then yelled at his assistant, Put down the dresser, kid. They aint movin. At least not today. Come on. This means we can take a two-hour break before we report back to the station. Lets get some beer with breakfast. When Lacy and Ian were left alone in the empty house, silence fell between them again. Well, what we do now? Lacy finally said after a minute, eyeing Ian with uncertainty. He took her hand and pulled her down on the couch, lacing their hands together, Im not quite sure. Ive never broken off an engagement for a woman I had been having an affair with. I guess we just take it one thing at a time. Leaning her head on his shoulder, Lacy said, Our families will hate us for a long time. Deanna will never speak us ever again. Yes. Probably. But theyll get around to forgiving us after awhile. I think even Dee Dee. How did Deanna take it when you told her? Ian did not answer for a moment, laying his head back on the couch. Lacy felt dread in the pit of her stomach when he still did not answer after a long time. She took it pretty badly, then? she asked At first she did. Then after I told her everything that had happened to us since the picnic, she was still upset, but was rather understanding of the whole thing. When I called her yesterday to see how she was doing, she did not sound all that upset. She told me the numerous
cancellations she had already made, and having to return her wedding dress. She made it sound as if she was returning Tupperware. I get the impression that she might be relieved that the engagement is off. After another silence between them, Lacy finally got the nerve to ask what was the most important question to her, Ian, do you love me? Ian turned his head on the couch and looked down at her, rather in a thoughtful manner, his hands stroking over her hair, like a religious scholar musing over the importance of a recently discovered ancient scrolls. I dont know, Lacy. But I do know that Im nuts about you, and I know that Ive never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. I cant imagine being with anyone else but you. He bent his head and touched his lips to her hair. I guess when you were younger, I never let myself feel anything for you. Id always known you were quite attractive with a knock out body, but I never let my thoughts go any further than that where you were concerned. I guess I did too good a job of putting a shield between me and any feelings I might have for you all those years. The only way to knock that shield down was to knock me over the head. And, honey, did you ever knock me over the head. He wrapped his arms around Lacy and pulled her into a tight embrace. That will have to be enough, for now, honey. Okay? Lacy looked up at him for a hesitant second, and then gave him a smile as she nodded her head. Knowing he wanted her and wanted to be with her was enough for her now. It was so much more than she had ever dreamed she could ever have with Ian. Feeling as if she had come home finally after a long and arduous journey, she settled into his arms, letting herself doze off. Right before her mind shut off to sleep, the last thing she heard was Ian saying, Lacy, if Im not already, I know Im pretty much on the way to falling in love with you. The End

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