Thunderstorm Rendezvous Chapter 10

This last chapter is dedicated to Shar. Big Hugs, hun. Jan, thanks for all the editing.

I'm going to be sending Kaos to be edited, there will be a brief hiatus of the blog story, until everything is worked out. Before I forget check out Dark Ice Goddess' Stories to read TR from the beginning. Thanks everyone for reading and commenting. Big Hugs to all.

Chapter 10

Six Months Later . . .

Trace watched Calla move around the bookstore seemingly unaware of his gaze. Conversation swirled around him between his brothers, but his attention was all for Calla. He groaned inwardly when he watched her bend over to pick up a fallen book. He would have loved to grab her and pull her into the storage room for some "cataloging". He had been helping her around ‘Calla’s Books and Nooks’ whenever he had the time. Most of his ‘helping’ ended with him inside her and she crying out his name in ecstasy.

Smack. "OW!" Trace cried out looking at Kaos, who smiled at him knowingly.

"Stop that. We need to discuss the letter and you’re fantasizing about your girlfriend. We need your head here in the now, not the future! Got it?" Trace nodded begrudgingly. He took one last look over at Calla and focused all his attention on his brothers.

Roar was multitasking, reading the latest erotica book from one of his favorite authors and sipping a cookies and cream milkshake that he had gotten from the adjoining café.

"Hey, Romance boy, you here with us?" quipped Kaos.

Roar rolled his eyes and took a sip of his milkshake. "Yeah, I can read, drink and listen at the same time."

Kaos wasn’t sure if he should reach over and smack his brother in the head or just leave him be.
Trace took care of that.

"OW!" Roar cried out. "Full attention please. If I can’t drool over Calla, you can’t drool over your new book." Roar sighed. He slipped a bookmark into his book and gave them his full undivided attention.

"I haven’t talked to Ti-Bell but I assume she got one too. So, what do we do?"

A few weeks ago they each had received a letter from their grandmother all saying the same thing. She wished to speak to them. The exile for them was lifted but for their father it was still in place. Kaos was the only one to know the real reason why they were exiled and he had promised his father not to say anything unless he had too.

Roar shifted in his seat. He was the only one who couldn’t remember the old country. "I don’t know. I mean I’d love to see Russia, but see Babushka, I’m not sure."
Roar shook his head and Trace nodded. Kaos mulled over whether or not to tell his brothers about Vasili.

"I would also love to see Russia. I don’t remember it. I’d love to show Calla the old country, but

I really don’t want to introduce the woman I love to the woman who hated us enough to abandon us." Trace said bitterly.

Kaos shifted in his seat. Out of all the brothers he was the only one who had had a chance to know their grandmother for a short time. She was a kind and loving woman from what he could remember, but there were a few things she could not tolerate. What their father had done had been one of them.

"K what do you think. I’ll go see her if you will." Roar said.

Kaos smiled gently. He could see his brother was scared of the thought of going alone to Russia.

"I still haven’t decided plus I’ve got the tour. She did give us a year long window to see her. What do you think T? You want to see Russia, if we go?"

Trace looked torn, but slowly nodded. "But only if Calla can come with us." Kaos grinned. His brother was really in love. Kaos glanced over at Calla and smiled when she looked over at them. She nodded her head and he nodded back. "But of course brother wouldn’t think of leaving her out. Did you tell her about the letter?"

Trace nodded and both Roar and Kaos weren’t surprised. In the past Trace had been closed off, but ever since he had found Calla he started to smile and laugh more, which was such a turn around from the loner who took everything so seriously. Trace’s smiles and laughs were always thought to be in the past. Now they came easily.

Kaos’ cell phone rang, he looked down and saw who was calling and shook his head. "I’ve got to take this. I’ll be right back."

He rose from his chair and walked over to Calla. "Hey, Cal, can I use your office?"

She didn’t even ask the reason. She just nodded and walked over to help a customer.
Kaos walked into her office and smiled. It was so cozy, a set of overstuffed chairs with golden orange fabric and small gold stars were grouped around a small coffee table. Her large writing desk was made of walnut, with many drawers. Her laptop sat on her desk, open and ready for her to use. A large executive chair sat behind the desk in deep red fabric. The colors of her office reflected autumn, one of Kaos’ favorite times of year.

Kaos sighed and dropped down in her executive desk. A large picture of her and Trace sat on her desk with a scattering of a few photos of her friends, as well as ones featuring Trace, Roar and Kaos. Only one picture of her family sat dust covered on her desk.

From what Trace had told them, Calla wasn’t close to her family, she considered her best friends Nora and Martie the only family she needed. Well, Kaos thought, she’s got us now for family as well.

He flipped open his phone and dialed the number of the last incoming call. "Vasya, what’s up?"

A deep chuckle came over the phone. "So will they see Babushka?" He asked.

Kaos smiled, it was weird hearing Vasili’s English accent, when all of the family retained some remnants of a Russian accent. "They are mulling it over, and frankly I am too. What does she want?"

He could practically see Vasili shrug. "She just decided one day that she wanted to see you."

Kaos sighed. "She didn’t say anything else?"

Vasili sighed. "She didn’t discuss this with me or anyone else in the family, she just announced that she wanted to see her exiled grandchildren and that was it. Ti-Bell is also mulling it over."

Kaos’ eyes widened. "You spoke to her? Did you tell her who you were?"

Vasili laughed. "No, I’ll let Grandmother tell the rest of the family. Look I have to go. I’ll see you at the concert in a few months okay?"

Kaos smiled. "Okay, see you then."

Kaos hung up and rose from the chair. He glanced down at the laptop and stared. The window open on the desktop said, babynames.com. Kaos grinned, if she was pregnant, that would be wonderful.

Calla chose that time to walk into the office; she stopped when she saw him looking down at her laptop. Before he said anything she said, "It’s not for me. It’s for Talia."

He studied her face and saw she was telling the truth. "Trace wants to wait to have kids."
Kaos must have looked surprised because Calla chuckled. "Yes, we talk about everything."
Kaos smiled and walked over to Calla and placed a kiss on her cheek. "I’ll be a proud uncle when that day comes around."

He walked back to his brothers and held back a laugh when he saw Trace’s expression. "We were discussing Talia." Trace nodded and went back to speaking to Roar who was almost done with his milkshake. Soon everyone parted ways, leaving Trace at the bookstore with Calla, alone.

He watched her lock the door and smiled. "Ready to catalogue?" She asked as she turned around, a mischievous look was in her eyes. Trace nodded and held out his hand. She walked to him and took it. He led her to her office. The desk was clear of everything, even her lamp. Trace smiled, she’d been waiting for this.

As soon as the door was closed he pulled her to him, his hand slipped into her hair, grabbing a handful he pulled her head back. Her lips parted and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The other hand slid down her back and rested at the base, pushing her closer to him. He ground his erection against her as she responded.

Her own hand slipped into his hair, grabbing handfuls of his and pressing him closer, her other hand slipped down his back to his buttocks, squeezing one cheek. He groaned and pulled away. "You take the lead." Trace whispered. Calla smiled, "Sit down in the chair." She said pointing to the executive chair behind her desk.

He obeyed her eagerly awaiting what would come next. Once he sat down she opened up a drawer and pulled out an orange silk tie. He didn’t protest as she tied it around his head, obscuring his vision. She also tied his hands to the chair to keep him from touching her. She made slow work of his shirt, leaving it on, just pushing the shirt open to expose his chest. Later he would be fully undressed, but for now he would remain somewhat clothed.

She undid the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper, pulling the jeans down, she could see his erection already dripping precum. He was ready for her. She lifted up her skirt, pulled off her panties and shoved them in her handbag. Calla leaned forward and kissed him. His head lifted off the back of the chair meeting her lips. She gave him soft teasing kisses, before trailing her lips down his neck, chest and abs. She slid down to her knees and laid a gentle kiss on his cock. He ground down and then his hips lifted.

"Please, suck me." Trace groaned. Calla just smiled. She wrapped her hand around his base and took just the head of his cock in her mouth. She kissed, licked and nibbled him. His hips tried to thrust forward, but with each attempted thrust, she would pull back. He groaned her name and called her a tease.

Calla laughed and pulled away. "Does a tease intend to follow through? She maneuvered herself onto the chair and straddled him. She took him in her hand and positioned him at her entrance, Trace thrust upward and she moaned and threw her head back and rode him.

She cried out his name as she came and he soon followed. She slumped forward and trailed kisses from his neck to his lips. "Come on, untie me and let’s go back to your place." She did as he requested, as soon as his hands were free, he ripped off the blindfold. Smiling, Trace’s eyes darkened with passion. "When we get home it will be your turn." Calla leaned forward, kissed Trace and rose from his lap. "I know." They quickly cleaned up, locked up the bookstore and headed home.

Thunderstorm Rendevous Chapter 9

Okay, this chapter is dedicated to Jan who edited, thanks hon and to all of you who read the story. Thanks and Big Hugs. Now, the next chapter (chapter 10) will be the last chapter of TR. I'm working on Kaos' story. Kaos is Trace's brother. My wonderful friend, Shar, is working on Nora's story. Nora is one of Calla's best friends. I'm not sure when those stories will be post, got to work something out. And yes, I know no slap on the wrist for Trace for trying to make Calla jealous, but the thing is, he's in for a lot in the upcoming stories. So, you'll have to be patient and I may let Calla get some revenge for the jealousy thing. lol. Thanks for everything, I'll let you guys know what we've come up with and who's going to be posted (Nora or Kaos) first. On with the story.


Chapter 9

Calla brushed back a strand of wet hair. Her face had been scrubbed clean of all makeup. She took a deep breath and walked around him to the kitchen, passing the small dining room table. She put on some coffee and puttered around her kitchen, omitting the fact that there was a sexy, 6' 3 inch hunk that was looking at her for an explanation. She got out her favorite soft baked, white chocolate chunk, macadamia nut cookies and put them on a plate.

"Calla." His voice was soft, questioning and confused.

She gulped and took a deep breath. "I don’t honestly know what I feel right now. I’m so confused about everything. I know I said I wanted to be with you beyond that night in the B&B, but I hardly know you. I don’t normally go around sleeping with random strangers and . . ." Her voice trailed off.

"And?" He asked.

Trace was now in back of her. Calla could feel his heat and presence; it was overwhelming and arousing at the same time. How could she feel so safe and yet in freefall at the same time? "I . . . I think . . . I think I’m falling in love with you." There she had said it. It was now out in the open.
She waited and waited for him to respond.

"You think?" He asked. He had dropped his head down to her shoulder, his mouth just a breath away from her ear.

She shivered. His arms slid around her waist and he brought her closer to his body. She could feel his erection against her bottom. She had to be strong and not let him use his voice or body to distract her.

"We’ve only known each other for a few hours and yet . . . It’s just not possible."

She didn’t know how he felt. Why should she take Roar’s word that he loved her? Hearing it second hand, didn’t help clarify anything.

"I don’t want to get involved with someone, where it’s one sided." She said, proud that her voice hadn’t broken.

Seeing Bobby had reminded her about how naive she had been. It hadn’t been until toward the end that she realized just how one sided their relationship had been and how she truly felt about it. It hadn’t hurt that he had cheated; it had hurt at the realization that someone could be so careless with a person’s feelings.

"This is not one sided." He nipped her ear and inhaled her clean fresh scent. He wished he had joined her in the shower. "I have fallen for you. I’m in love with you. Even though it seems like it happened too quickly, it feels right. You’re in my arms, you’re sharing my life; it feels right when I’m with you. I don’t feel alone, like I need to shut myself off from the world. My mother use to tell me that as soon as she saw my father, she knew that he was the one. I feel that way with you. It seems so easy to just be with you, so right. I don’t want to be with anyone else, just you." He kissed the pulse point on her neck.

The timer for the coffee went off and she moved out of his arms to get out the mugs.

She hadn’t responded. Trace felt anger and was hurt by Calla’s reticence.

"When I saw Bobby today, it reminded me of so much. The only thing that had truly hurt me about that relationship was how unequal it was. I did all the giving and he did all the taking. I didn’t realize it until now, how much his actions had affected me. I don’t make it a habit of opening my heart up to anyone, except my friends."

Calla paused to pour the coffee and carry the mugs to the dining room. "Could you bring the plate of cookies, please?"

Trace came out of his haze of anger toward Bobby. He hadn’t liked hearing what the bastard had done to her the first time. He certainly didn’t like hearing more, but it did explain why she was so hesitant to give her heart to him. He placed the cookies on the table and sat down. She had placed one mug at one end of the table and the other mug at the opposite end. They were now sitting across from each other.

"So, this is why you don’t want to fall for me because of that prick Bobby?" He hadn’t meant for his words to sound so harsh, but it had and he would let it stand.
She didn’t answer immediately, but when she finally did, she said, "I want to take it slow, that’s all."

Relief washed over him. "Okay, I can live with that. So, what do you want to do right now, other than drink coffee and eat cookies?"

She looked up at him shyly and then smiled. Before she could answer a large crack of lightning sounded and thunder rumbled loudly. The lights flickered, but remained on. She smiled.

"How about we build a fire, turn off all the lights, cuddle and enjoy the storm?"

Trace smiled, "I’d like that."

Calla stared at Trace looking serious. "Don’t try anything. It’s just cuddling."

Trace tried to look innocent. "What? I wasn’t even thinking of trying anything."

She gave him a look that clearly said she didn’t believe him. She got up and got a large amount of pillows and blankets; where they came from he didn’t know, but she arranged them on the floor, in front of the fire place. She grabbed her mug of coffee with the plate of cookies and settled herself on the blankets and pillows. He followed her and settled himself behind her savoring the feel of her in his arms.

They drank their coffee and ate cookies and talked the whole night through, while savoring the storm. As morning dawned, Calla woke up in bed, with Trace lying next to her. Sunlight poured through her window. Trace was still asleep, his face so peaceful. He had taken off everything except his boxers; that much she could tell. She allowed her hand to gently wander over his body under the covers. She didn’t remember being carried to bed, but she did remember the laughter, talking and enjoying his company. Calla smiled; she could get use to this.

Thunderstorm Rendevous Chapter 8

Thanks Jan. This chapter is for you, Shabab, Anita, Paz, Caye and Tasha. Hugs guys. :-)

Chapter 8

She walked over to the table. Kaos and Trace stood up. “We need to talk.” She said to Trace.

Trace looked at her worried; he opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off. “I’d like to talk to you in private. Let’s get out of here.”

Calla turned away from him and walked toward the door, she didn’t turn to see if Trace was following her. Trace asked for the keys to Roar’s car, which he gave him and headed after her. He found her standing near the entrance conversing with a tall man. She looked uncomfortable. Overhead, Thunder boomed and any minute now, the rain would fall down in a dense onslaught.

Trace approached them with caution. “You should join us for dinner; we could catch up on old times.” The man said.

Calla shook her head, “I can’t; I have plans, thanks for the offer though.” She turned away from him, but he caught her arm. Trace growled. He didn’t like the way the man had grabbed Calla. It was then that he noticed a petite, red headed woman watching the scene with annoyance.

“Bobby, she doesn’t want to join us for dinner, let’s get inside. It’s about to rain.” The woman tried to tug Bobby toward the restaurant, but he wouldn’t loosen his hold on Calla’s arm.

Trace without thinking, walked up to Bobby and grabbed his arm and jerked it away from Calla. Anger poured over him as he watched Calla rub the spot where Bobby’s hand had been.

“What the hell? Who the hell are you?” Bobby got in Trace’s face.

Trace glared down at him; He was about three inches taller than Bobby. “All you need to worry about is staying away from her.” Trace growled.

Bobby looked taken back by that. “And why should I listen to you?”

Trace took a step forward; they were now chest to chest. “Because she’s my woman and she wants nothing to do with you.”

Bobby glanced over Trace’s shoulder to Calla. “Calla?”

Trace didn’t take his eyes off of Bobby, but he waited patiently for Calla to answer. There was a tired sigh and then she responded. “Bobby go into the restaurant, he’s right I want nothing to do with you. Angie, I’m sorry about this.”

Trace heard the woman, called Angie, say, “I’m use to it. Sorry about this Cal, I’ll call you later ‘kay?” She tugged on Bobby’s sleeve and Bobby reluctantly moved away from Trace. Whether Calla responded or not to Angie’s apology, Trace didn’t know.

As soon as he heard the restaurant door close he turned back to Calla. Rain started to come down, her makeup began to streak down her face. Her hair was now in soaked waves, falling around her shoulders. “Let’s go.” Calla didn’t look too happy. Her shoulder slumped and she headed for Roar’s car without even thinking. Trace followed her; he unlocked her side first; then headed to the drivers side.

Trace slid into the driver seat and closed the door. He didn’t put the key into the ignition, instead he turned to her. He had to know, “Are you mad at me?”

Calla sighed. “I’m tired and I want to go home, but we need to talk first.” She told him to start the car. Once that was done and they were on the road, she gave him directions to her place. They drove in silence and it was driving Trace crazy. She was so distant from him and he hated it.

He pulled into a parking space in the garage and stopped the car. He turned to her. Before he could say anything Calla opened the passenger side door, got out and closed it. Trace scrambled out of the car and rushed after her. He followed her into an elevator; she didn’t stop him. Trace was so focused on Calla that he didn’t know the floor they got off on. They walked down the plush carpeted hallway; she didn’t seem to notice that she was dripping water all over the carpet.

She unlocked the door to her apartment and went right in. She hadn’t even bothered to tell him goodnight. Calla flicked the light switch on. The apartment was bathed in soft, golden light. Trace looked around and smiled at what he saw. The walls were painted two different colors; alcoves were painted pale lavender, while all the other walls were painted a dark blue. Large and small black and white photos in silver frames hung on the wall. The name Nora was etched in bright red at the bottom off all the photos. He assumed that the photos were all taken by her best friend Nora and given to Calla. They all depicted or seemed to depict something sexual or sensual in nature. Flashes of bright red and white pillows, as well as accessories, were displayed around the room. All the furniture such as the tables had silver metal work and frosted glass table tops.

Calla had disappeared through an open doorway at the far end of the room. Trace hadn’t heard it but the shower was going, the heavy downpour outside combined with the crackle of lightning and the boom of thunder had obscured the sound. Was he supposed to wait for her? He wandered around her apartment. There were a lot of colored photos of her with two other women. There were only three pictures of her with whom he assumed was her family. A large fireplace took up one wall, with bookshelves flanking it.

Trace perused the books on the shelf; there was an eclectic mix from erotic to philosophical. A small smile spread across his face, he could picture her sitting under a tree on a sunny, cool day reading, while he groomed a horse. He liked that image; too bad he wasn’t sure if he’d ever see that happen.

The shower stopped and he heard the door slide open. The rain had paused in its onslaught, but the thunder rumbled overhead. He heard her pad toward him; she wore a thick terry cloth lavender robe.

“Would you like something to drink? I don’t have any alcohol, but. . .”

He shook his head. “You wanted to talk so let’s talk.”

Thunderstorm Rendevous Chapter 7

Thank you so much Jan for all your help. Big hugs this week's chapter is for you. :-)

Thunderstorm Rendezvous

Chapter 7

Roar stood up. “I’ll handle this.” He said as Trace started to rise.

Trace shook his head, but Kaos stopped him. “Let him do this. He wants to talk to her. What could you possibly say to her that’s not going to make her uncomfortable or the situation worse? She’d bolt and we don’t want that.” Trace relented and settled back into his seat.

Roar left the table and walked toward the Ladies room. Before going in, he looked around to see if anyone was watching. Once satisfied, he pushed open the door and went in.

Roar wasn’t sure what he expected, but he didn’t feel the need to bolt. It wasn’t too girlie. The tiles were pink and grey, with a cream border. Floating sinks made up the wash area. No cabinets underneath, just a counter top and sinks. There were no handles; just steel faucets. He guessed they were the kind of sinks that you put your hand under and water starts to flow. Roar stopped studying the decor and looked under the stalls. When he saw only one pair of feet in a stall, he was assured they were the only two people in the bathroom. Roar grabbed the ‘Out of Order’ sign; placing it outside the door. Just in case no one bought that the bathroom was really out of order, he locked the door.

Roar slid up onto the counter and settled against the mirrors. “Calla, I know you’re in here.”

He heard a gasp and watched as she pulled her feet away from view. “Calla, I’ve already seen your shoes and I know we’re the only people in here. Come out and we’ll talk.”

At first he feared she wouldn’t answer. “I have nothing to say to you.”

Roar shook his head. “Well, I have some things to say to you. I screwed up and I know it. Don’t take it out on Trace, he doesn’t deserve it.”

He watched her shoes descend, but she didn’t open the door.

Calla wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk to him. She felt like an idiot, fighting for a man that wasn’t even hers. Emotions crashed against each other, deep inside her. Calla didn’t know what she felt. She was so confused. She liked him; well, more than liked him. Calla had fallen for him. Something happened the night they spent together, which connected them. Her feelings for Trace re-emerged; overwhelming her.

Calla didn’t know what to believe. It had happened too fast. She didn’t like when things happened too quickly; she felt out of control.

“When Trace was little, he used to smile a lot.” Roar started.

Calla wasn’t sure how to respond to that.

“He would run around, not a care in the world, but he always looked out for me; well, him and Kaos. And then Mom died.”

Calla didn’t like that Roar was playing the Mom card.

“Trace stopped smiling; He became so serious. He was no longer that kid that would play pranks on me and Kaos. He was the kid that felt the brunt of Dad’s pressure to become something respectable. You see, Kaos had already gotten a lot of notice as a musician, by the time Mom died. We were in London, when he met an American named Remy Bane: Lead singer of Flintlock. Remy introduced Kaos to Blues Rock; he gave him a place in the band, after hearing him play once in this run down little club in the West End called ‘The Rainbow Room’.


“Kaos could have left after getting the gig with the band, but he stayed. I don’t know why, he couldn’t stand Dad by then. Trace ran away because the pressure was too much for him to take. It didn’t help that our sister, Ti- Bell, was like father, reminding both of them of their obligations to the family. It was hard for us, because we were exiled from the Romani community. Our Grandmother was the head of the clan; she didn’t like it when Dad fell in love with an outsider. He defied her wishes and married Mom anyway. Grandmother convinced the Kris, our form of court, to exile her son and his new wife. Not even we, her grandchildren can return to our community to meet or see her.”

“The exile made it harder on us, because other Romani communities didn’t want to have anything to do with us. So we wandered from place to place, with no real home or stability. Trace, out of all of us, hated it the most. He really wanted to stay, make friends and be normal, but we couldn’t. Dad never told us why we had to leave or wander around; we just did. By the time I was born, it was time to leave Russia. I would love to see the old country. Trace doesn’t really remember it.”

“We’ve been so many places. We were in London, visiting our mother’s family for the first time. Mom had also fallen out with her parents over her marriage to Dad. They had finally decided it was time to meet their grandchildren. That was when she fell ill. We’re not sure what it was, Dad wouldn’t tell us. We think it was Cancer. All I know is, he was desperate to get in touch with Grandmother.” Roar sighed.

“After Mom was buried and Trace had turned sixteen; he ran away because he’d had enough. Father was furious and hurt and our sister, Ti- Bell was just as angry. Neither one of them mention Trace anymore. Trace, from then on, made his own way in the world. He didn’t date much; just one night stands. He has never called any woman ‘honey’ or ‘sweetheart’ or tried to make them jealous. Trace has never talked about this with anyone outside the family. He doesn’t make a habit of running after women; buck naked. He normally doesn’t put in too much effort, when going out on a date; yet you’ve got him wearing a suit!”

Roar shook his head. “You’re not a one night stand to him. I know this for a fact! If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have been so concerned about your feelings, after you left. He wouldn’t have become so depressed at the thought that he wouldn’t see you again. Trace is a loner! Yet he let you into his world; something he’s never done before. Kaos was right; we all kinda thought he was asexual. Those one night stands were more to scratch an itch; not to satisfy some need to alleviate the loneliness. You’re special to him.”

“I know what I said, but it was a joke! What I said is the polar opposite of how Trace is with female guests. He doesn’t normally show any interest in them. He’s generally annoyed when they show interest in him. He’s there for the horses; that’s it. But with you; this is the first time he’s done anything like this before. Please, don’t let my boneheadedness, 'cause you to push Trace away. He’s a good guy and he really loves you.”

Roar’s eyes widened at what he said, he’d meant to say ‘like’ but it came out ‘love’. Great! How was she going to take this, he wondered?

The stall door opened and she walked out. There were traces of tears on her face. She walked over to the mirror, fixed her ruined make-up as best she could; walked over to the door and unlocked it.

“Coming?” She asked as she turned to him, with her eyebrow raised.

Roar slid off the counter top and walked over to the door. “Are you . . .”

Calla unlocked the door and walked out. Roar followed her not sure what she was going to do.

Thunderstorm Rendevous Chapter 6

This is for Shebab, I hope you have a better week. Thanks Jan for improving the story. This chapter's for you as well. Hugs to all and I hope you like the chapter. :-)

Thunderstorm Rendezvous


Chapter 6

Kaos looked briefly at the door for the hundredth time since he and Calla had arrived. He glanced back at Calla who had decided to dress up after all. When he picked her up, he had expected her to wear what she’d been wearing at the bookstore; jeans and a dark blue and lime green T- shirt. Now she was wearing a black button up dress that fell to her ankles. The buttons stopped at the knees, giving a person a glimpse of her legs, when she walked.

The dress was also sleeveless and the neckline just showed a hint of cleavage. He took a guess that the dress hadn’t been originally intended for Trace, but it was now. Her makeup was more focused on her eyes. Smudged black eyeliner and shadow gave her eyes a dark, mysterious look. Her lips were a pale pink, as was her blush. It wasn’t showy. He liked it. This wasn’t about him; it was about Trace and his reaction. If he knew his brother, Trace would love it. He glanced at the door again. Trace and Roar were no where to be seen. He turned back to Calla who was giving the impression of boredom.

“Tell me about yourself.” Kaos asked, before looking at the door again.
“My face is here.” Calla said. There was irritation in her voice.
Kaos turned back to her. “Huh?”
Calla rolled her eyes. “You weren’t looking in my direction. If you’re going to talk to me, it would be helpful to be looking at me.” Calla declared.

Kaos actually blushed and grinned sheepishly at her. “Sorry, just wondering where my brothers are. So please, tell me about yourself.” He gave her his full attention. Kaos listened as Calla told him the little things about herself. She was thirty-one, owned her own bookstore and had two best friends named Nora and Martie.

Calla didn’t elaborate. She kept to the basics, which lead Kaos to believe that she had shared far more intimate secrets with Trace. He was about to ask her about her family when he heard, “Sorry, we’re late! Trace felt the need to spend an hour or so getting ready.” Before either Trace or Kaos could say anything Roar took the seat next to Calla. Both Trace and Kaos wanted to protest, but from the look Roar was giving them, it indicated that he was not getting up.

Trace reluctantly sat down next to Kaos, directly across from Calla. He gave her a nervous, “Hi.”

Calla nodded.

Kaos could tell her response was the only thing she could come up with.
She was shocked by Trace’s appearance. Kaos looked over at his brother, yes when Trace wanted to he could really clean up. Gone was the shadow of a beard that had been there when Kaos had arrived at the B & B. The ratty sweat pants and sweat shirt were also gone; replaced by a jade-green silk button up shirt, forest green blazer and slacks. Trace had pulled back his hair into a low pony tail which showed off his tiny silver hoops. The top two buttons of his shirt were opened, revealing a strip of leather and dragon wrapped around a feather; a silver pendant hung down. Kaos knew that Trace couldn’t stand ties, although he had several. Kaos had an idea of what his brother used them for. If Calla let him back into her good graces, she might not be able to leave Trace’s bed for a while. Kaos held back a snicker.

Trace looked like a rebellious business man. Kaos observed that Calla was trying to hide the effect that Trace had on her, but was failing miserably. She kept glancing at Trace and then away. It was a relief to Calla when the waitress came over with menus, which she quickly snatched up. Peeking over the top of the menu, she squirmed as she looked over at him. Kaos hid a grin when he saw Trace catch the look. Trace’s eyes narrowed and she immediately ducked behind the menu. Calla tried to concentrate on the food listed on the page, but for all she knew, it might as well be in hieroglyphics.

Calla couldn’t concentrate. Trace looked so damn good, too good. His eyes were really highlighted by the suit he was wearing. Why hadn’t she noticed he had earrings? She didn’t normally date guys with earrings. Well, Bobby had a diamond stud, but he didn’t count as far as she was concerned. She bit her lip and took another peek over the menu. She swallowed and knew she was in deep trouble. She couldn’t possibly get through dinner with him. Not when her brain was slowly making its way down to her crotch. So, this is what’ it’s like to be a guy, she thought. Geesh, how’d they get anything done?

It was a relief to know that Trace was deep in conversation with Kaos. Nonetheless, she had a feeling that Trace knew exactly what she was doing. She looked around and noticed their table was getting plenty of attention from a lot of people. Some were leaning over and whispering; others were blatantly staring. No one was looking at her. Their attentions were all on the brothers. She couldn’t blame them. They were all gorgeous, especially Trace! Calla watched as a well-dressed woman got up and started to head in the direction of their table. She brushed past Trace only to drop something and say, “Ooops, goodness me. I’m such a klutz.” She positioned herself to retrieve the item that she dropped; ensuring Trace got an eyeful of cleavage.

Calla started to fume. How dare that heifer! Calla stopped herself from saying anything. Trace wasn’t her man; if he wanted to stare at that hooker wannabee’s cleavage, he could! She turned her attention back to her menu.

She missed the look of amusement on Kaos’ face. He had seen the way she had reacted to the situation and was tempted to make mischief. “It’s okay, I understand being a klutz.” Trace said smiling at the woman. Calla didn’t see the smile, but heard Trace’s voice and increased the grip she had on the menu. How dare he be nice to her! She took in a breath and let it out slowly. He was not her man. She shouldn’t be getting annoyed because he was talking to other women.

“My! What a lovely suit. Is that an Alvarez?” Calla peeked over the menu again and had to keep from bristling. The woman was stroking Trace’s arm. “It’s so soft.” She purred.
“Uh, yes it is an Alvarez.” Trace said, unsure of how to get the woman to stop touching him.

Kaos had to keep from laughing. He didn’t need to cause any mischief. Miz Cleavage was doing it all on her own. “He makes the best suits, doesn’t he? Yours is so form fitting. It really suits you. The colors really make your eyes stand out. My, are your eyes jade?”

Calla snorted. What next, was she going ask if he was tan?

Trace didn’t miss the snort from Calla and decided to play along. Trace wanted Calla to respond and take notice. If flirting with this annoying woman meant getting a reaction, so be it.
“Why yes they are. My mother’s eyes were jade. A lovely woman! God rest her soul.” Kaos and Roar stared at their brother in disbelief.

Trace had never in his life pulled a stunt like this. They both looked at each other, then at Calla. They waited for a reaction; all they got was her grip increasing on the menu.

“Oh, you poor thing! I know what’s it’s like to lose a parent too.”

Trace gave her a sad look. He felt bad about playing this woman, but he took a guess that she was only interested in him because he was wearing an expensive suit. When he saw his friend Alvarez again, he would have to thank him.

“Thank you for your mphf . . . ” Calla looked up and her eyes became huge. The woman had just smooshed Trace’s face into her cleavage, trying to, give him what Calla could only suppose was a comforting hug.

Calla seethed. Never before in her life had she wanted to drop kick another woman into space; not even Cheerleading Bimbo Barbie, but this bitch was pushing it. “Get your chest off my man!”
Calla said quietly.

The woman looked up and gave her a ten-second assessment. “Your man? I don’t see a ring on his finger.” Trace tried to say something, but she wouldn’t let go of his head. “Just because he doesn’t have a ring doesn’t mean he’s not taken.” Calla replied, her tone low and full of ice. The Jezebel started to stroke Trace’s hair, while Trace struggled.

“Well if he’s your man, why aren’t you sitting next to him?”

Calla didn’t hesitate to lie, “Because his brother has leg problems and needs to be closer to the door.”
She hissed.

Roar looked shocked, but recovered quickly when the woman looked at him. “Yeah, oooh, my leg, it falls asleep a lot, so I . . .”

He was cut off.

“Is that the best you can do?” Bleach Blonde Bimbo, finally released Trace, who exhaled then took in a loud breath.

“Well, I really do have leg problems.” Roar repeated.

“Shut up!” Both women replied at the same time. They were glaring daggers at each other.

“Look sweetie you’re not even in his league, so go back to your play pen and find some other sugar daddy.” Jezebel said.

Calla bristled. “Listen blow up doll wannabee, I’m going to give you ten seconds to get back to your table before I rip out that jacked up weave you have. You look worse than Britney Spears during her Today show interview and a drunken Courtney Love combined.”

The woman let out an outraged shriek. “Why you…!”

Calla stood up and raised an eyebrow. She tilted her head to the side and gave her a look that clearly said “Bring it!” The woman stood there for a short time, not sure what to do.

A tall man with silver hair came up behind her. “Celeste dear, you’re causing a scene. If you don’t sit your ass down right now, I will make you sit down.” He whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. He turned to the table. “So, sorry, my wife seems to be under the impression that she can proposition strangers. I’m sorry she bothered you. Please enjoy your meal.” He stated before guiding a brightly blushing Celeste back to their table. Instead of sitting down, Calla headed straight for the ladies room, leaving Trace feeling both triumphant and idiotic.

Thunderstorm Rendevous Chapter 5

For Jan, feel better hon. And to all the Kaos fans, here he is. :D

Chapter 5

Roar watched his brother pace. He glanced down looking through the log book. His finger ran down the page until he got to the last entry: Calla Martin, One Night, Room 14, Calla's Books and Nooks. Roar smiled, cute name he thought. Calla's Books and Nooks must be the name of where she works. Roar looked up and shook his head; he'd messed up big time he thought as he watched his brother pass him one more time, while muttering. Roar's cell phone rang.

"Yello?"

"Don't you ever answer the phone like a normal person?"

Roar grinned, "What's up K-Man miss me? Having trouble with the ladies and need me to take some off your hands?"

Kaos laughed. "Yeah, sure and pig farts smell like cupcakes."

"Whoa, whoa, what you do in your own time dude is your business, I didn't need to know that." Roar could practically see his brother rolling his eyes.

"Listen, I'll be in town and I want to take you and Trace out to dinner, sound cool?" Roar looked over at Trace still pacing. He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. He doubted Trace would be up to it until he found this Calla Martin chick.

"Trace, no can do, he's got issues." Roar stated.

Kaos raised an eyebrow, "What kind of issues?"

"The chick variety, what else?" replied Roar

Kaos smiled "What's the scale?"

Roar responded. "I'd give her a seven. She was really cute, brown eyes, dark brown hair, really nice skin, café colored. Seemed really nice and could handle Trace. You know, not let him take over too much."

"What'd you do?" Kaos asked suspiciously.

Roar took a deep breath, "What do you mean?"

"He's got issues" reminded Kaos, waiting for the pin to drop.

"Well . . . "Roar rubbed the back of his neck and grinned.”I walked in on them, I guess, afterward and well, I did my usual idiot routine and scared her off."

"Idiot" declared Kaos.

Roar rolled his eyes, "Yes, we know that; now can you tell the class something different?"

Kaos laughed. "I'll be in town in a few, don't do anything until I get there. I want to meet this woman."

"But I scared her off." Roar said confused.

"You'll find her. You're like a bloodhound you know. I'm sure by the time I get there you'll have a lead and we can fix your mistake." Kaos replied with confidence.

Roar smiled "Well, I already got something."

"Okay, but don't do anything until I get there. Got it?" ordered Kaos

Roar stood to attention "Yes sir, captain sir. Anything else sir?"

"No." Kaos said laughing.

"Hey, you bringing a girl along?" asked Roar

"Nope, just you, me, Trace and that mystery woman." Kaos replied

Roar’s confusion resurfaced. "You want to bring her to dinner with us?"

"Yeah, you just get Trace to agree to come to dinner okay?" Kaos responded with self-assurance.

"Got it" replied Roar, ending the conversation.

Three Hours Later

Calla paced back and forth in her office. Instead of heading to the shore, she went back into the city to her bookstore. If she had gone to the shore she would have had to tell Nora what happened. Then Nora would go off. The scene would play out with Nora screaming "WHAT!" and then grabbing her purse and hauling ass to the B & B to give Trace a piece of her mind. The question was why didn't she want Nora to go off on Trace? Because it's what she needed to do, right? She could still see the shocked look on that guy's face when he walked in and spoke those words, "I guess you're back to seducing guests again, huh?" She could feel the anger and disappointment build up inside of her again.

Calla had cleared her head when she had driven back into town, but now it became a swirl of memories of the time she had spent with Trace. There had been tenderness with him, caring and so much more. Her eyes welled with tears. She'd thought it impossible but she had felt something like love starting to blossom in her. Calla shoved that thought away too. It's impossible; love doesn't happen over night, it was just sex. That's it! But there were doubts there, she was so confused.
"Hey boss, the new shipment arrived, should I start unpacking it?" Talia burst through the door, not noticing the ‘Keep Out’ sign tacked up on the door. It was put up there when Calla didn't want to be disturbed. Distractedly she said, "Yeah, go ahead.”

She waved her off but Talia wouldn't leave. "What's wrong boss? Bad Saturday!”

Calla shook her head. "Not now.” She stood up and brushed passed Talia. She stopped short.

A man standing about Trace's height stood at a bookshelf browsing not far from her. The man that looked like the one she had met at the B & B, who had walked into Trace's room, was standing next to him. They were talking quietly. The man that was Trace's height turned and locked eyes with her. Same jade eyes yes but with silver in them and the hair was different. Long and black, done in tiny braids with red braided accents occasionally flashing when he moved his head. His right eyebrow was pierced with a small silver ring. He flashed her, a predatory smile, the same way Trace would. She felt her knees turn to jelly. B & B guy looked over at her and grinned while hitting the guy in the chest. Tall, Dark and Gorgeous didn't even turn to B & B guy; he was giving her the once over and Calla seemed to think he approved of her.

Tall, Dark and Gorgeous started to walk toward her. His walk had purpose and predator written all over it. He wore leather pants and motorcycle boots, a white T-shirt stretched tight to show the outline of muscles. She could see two circles outlined through the material as he walked toward her; she took a guess that he had his nipples pierced. This man screamed Alpha. She half-expected him to growl, any woman would submit to him. She straightened her back. "I see what you mean. She's very much a seven.” Tall, Dark and Gorgeous grinned when he got within a foot of her. His voice was low and slightly gravely. A shiver ran down her spine. She liked Trace's voice much better. It was less intimidating; more seductive.
Her eyes narrowed. "Seven?" She asked.

"Roar, he gave you a seven and I see what he means now. My brother was very lucky to catch you."

She bristled. "He didn't catch me."

He smiled, showing even white teeth. It was the smile of a predator. "Oh, but I believe he did, other women would be all over me or Dimwit here, but you," His eyes traveled over her body and she stiffened. "You aren't affected.”
She laughed. "Arrogant much?"

He laughed a deep laugh that many women and some men noticed, their eyes taking in every inch of him. "Dimwit, hey!" Roar cried out.

Kaos shook his head. "Oh, you are perfect for him. Come to dinner luv and we'll make this all better for the both of you? He really does like you, you know. He's such a loner. We started to think he was asexual."
Calla didn't respond. Kaos stepped forward, invading her personal space. She didn't step back much to her credit.

He brought his head forward, closer to hers. "If I say pretty please will you come?"

"I will, I know I will."

They both turned to see a blushing red-headed woman who just realized that she'd said that out loud. "Thank you kindly for letting me know that I still have it." He gave her a sweet smile and the woman started giggling.

Calla rolled her eyes. He turned back to her. "I assure you, it will be casual and we'll behave, especially Dimwit."

"Stop calling me that!" Roar hissed.

Kaos let out another laugh. "Oh before I go, I'm Kaos and this is Roar, just so you can't say we haven't been formally introduced. Welcome to the family, see you at dinner." He grinned, turned and walked away with Roar trailing him.

Calla didn't even ask them how they had found her or respond to their dinner invitation, frankly she didn't care. She wasn't going anywhere with them.

"I like her. She suits him." Kaos said, sliding into Roar's car.

"I knew you would, but did you have to flirt with her?" asked Roar.

Kaos laughed. "She wouldn't have taken the bait if I had been flirting with her or even trying to. Relax, I won't steal her from Trace, he deserves a good woman and I can see she is one. Stubborn, but we'll wear her down, won't we little brother?"

Roar rolled his eyes. Kaos and Trace were always treating like he was incompetent. "If you say so!" Roar wasn't so sure.

Thunderstorm Rendevous Chapter 4

Thanks Jan. Hugs to all I hope you like this next chapter. :)

Thunderstorm Rendezvous

Chapter 4

Trace returned with some fruit, bread, cheese and bottles of water. Calla’s mouth went dry as she watched him walk toward her, arms laden with food and water and him naked. He spread everything out carefully and took his place across from her.
Rain beat lightly against the windows as the storm lost some of its strength. Candles flickered and danced and the fire's embers burned down gently. They both savored the relaxed atmosphere. The silence was broken by him first.
"I come from a family of gypsies. We originated from Russia. I hardly remember it, but I still carry the accent. We lived in Moscow until I was five. I just remember one night being told by my father that we had to leave and we did, with no explanation. I have two brothers. The oldest is Kaos at forty-one, then there's Roar at thirty-five and last but not least Tigress- Bella, we call her Ti-Bell, she's 24."He smiled softly.

"My mother wasn't Romani. She was English. She had been a tourist in Moscow when she met my father, they fell in love and got married only after a week of knowing each other and then had us. My mother was a great woman. She put up with so much. Moving from place to place was hard on all of us, especially her. My mother was great with a needle and thread."

"She always made clothes for us. They were always creative and fashionable. We didn't get picked on or beat up because of our fashion sense . . . " He paused and then said.”I think that's why Ti-Bell wants to be a fashion designer to be like her. "

"Mother died when I was fourteen. Soon after that, when I turned sixteen, I ran away. It's ironic really. I hated moving around and yet I became a vagabond. I left with as much as I could carry and what equalled twenty U.S. dollars in my pocket. It was hard. I had to do a lot of jobs that I didn't like to do. The thing I really wanted to do was be like my father and work with horses. He was great with them. But he wanted me to be a people doctor.” Trace shook his head.

"I didn't want that, but he kept pushing and I got fed up. He didn't like that Kaos was a musician. Kaos is currently in a band called Flintlock. They are very successful and he's very good on vocals and the lead guitar. He's also very popular with the ladies.” Trace chuckled. "My brother Roar got me this job. He splits his time between the stables and gardening. He's very good at growing things. Me I have a black thumb with those things. He's at a horse show right now, showing off some of the B & B's horses. He should be back on Tuesday as well."

"My sister was quite angry with me for leaving. I haven't heard from her in quite awhile. Roar and Kaos keep me updated though. She's a fashion student at a Parisian Fashion Design School. She hopes to become a fashion designer. I hope she does get to live out her dream. I'm sure father doesn't want her to be a designer, but I want her to live her dream. I do miss her though.” He looked down sadly.

"From what I'm told, Father doesn't mention me. As far as he's concerned I have disgraced the family and am dead. I do miss him sometimes. It wasn't always bad between us. I just wanted to do what I loved. He'd be proud; at least I hope he would be, to know that I do have a degree, it's for animal medicine, not people though. Watching him with the horses, that are what I wanted to do, before I took this job, I was a companion for an older woman who was very ill. She insisted that I get my degree and license to practice animal medicine. She gave me the money to do it. It's such a shame I wasn't able to pay her back and she wasn't able to see me graduate. Roar and Kaos were there though.” He smiled and she watched the traces of sadness disappear from his face.

Trace laughed, "They threw me such a party. I still get headaches when I think about it. I think we ended up in Tijuana.” He looked over at Calla smiling. In his eyes was a mixture of happiness and sadness. He opened his arms and she went right to him. In his arms, Calla opened up and told him about her parent's bitter divorce, as well as being caught in a tug of war between them. She told him about her sister, whom she's not close with. She also talked about getting picked on because she was so shy and withdrawn. She told him about feeling awkward growing up.

Calla even told him about Bobby and his betrayal. Trace gave her a reassuring squeeze and she snuggled into him even further. She had exposed herself with someone other than Nora or Martie and it felt good, it felt right. Trace kissed the top of her head and smiled. Listening to Calla, telling him about her life, he realized that he wanted to be apart of it. Then he realized that he had fallen in love with her, like his parents had done. His mother had always told him that from the instant she had seen his father, she knew. Now Trace knew what that felt like. He wanted to be with her always. It felt right being with her.

"I want to be with you beyond this.” Calla knew what he was saying and she smiled and nodded. "I want to be with you beyond this too.” Calla had realized listening to Trace, that she was falling for him. They started to clean up the mini picnic, after folding the blankets and stacking the pillows. Trace led her to his bedroom; his arms filled with blankets and hers with pillows. Trace directed her to the bed. She sat down and watched him pile the blankets and pillows on what looked like a trunk that sat under a window.

Calla couldn't make too much out; there were candles lit in the room, but not enough for her see everything in detail. Trace left the room to extinguish the fire and put away the candles. Calla examined the bed she sat on. She could make out that it was an old fashion brass bed with tall brass posts. Laying back and stretching; she savored the feel of the cool silk against her skin. Calla realized that this was the most time she had spent naked and she was actually comfortable with it. She stretched again and heard a groan. She looked over at the doorway, where Trace stood and smiled. By the light of the two candles in his hand she could see he was aroused. She rolled over onto her side and smiled wickedly. "Ready to make love?"

Trace put down the candles quickly and joined her on the bed. He pinned her to the mattress and brought his head down, a mere breathe away from her face and said "Always.” He kissed her softly. It was a gently loving kiss. He explored her body yet again only slowly and with a tenderness that made Calla feel cherished and loved. When he finally entered her, he did it gradually. He made love to her slowly this time; it was as if he were savoring every moment he was inside of her. He watched her come and soon he followed her. When she fell asleep, he kissed her forehead and brushed back her hair from her face and whispered, "Ya tebyA lyublyU."
Morning light streamed through the window, the storm had passed. "Hey, Bro there's a car outside, we got a guest?”

Roar came charging through the door of his brother's room without knocking. "Hey bro you missed it, oh . . . "Eyes wide he couldn't stop staring at the scene before him. His brother was tangled up in the sheets with a woman who was currently holding the sheets across her chest and blushing. "I guess you're back to seducing the guests again huh?"Roar said. He'd meant it to be a joke, but the woman didn't understand his humor. Trace watched in horror as color drained from her face.
Calla struggled to get out of bed and ended up falling to the floor. Roar winced and he watched his brother try to explain. "Calla, please, Roar is kidding, he's got a shitty sense of humor. Calla please.” The woman named Calla rushed passed him in a blur. Trace managed to disentangle himself from the sheets and go after her but not before he punched his brother in the arm.

Trace found her in her room. She was just pulling a shirt over her head when he walked in. "Get out!” She yelled. "Calla please. Roar is just . . . he's . . . "Trace struggled to find words that would describe his younger brother. Meanwhile Calla pulled on her socks and shoes, zipped up her bag, slung it over her shoulder and shoved her way past him. "Calla!"

He caught up to her at the front desk where she laid a fifty-dollar bill on the counter. "It's only twenty- five for one night.” He said knowing it wouldn't help. "It's a tip for the fabulous service.” She said coldly. Trace felt ice develop in his veins at her intimation. He followed her out the door, "Calla, what happened between us, it meant something to me. Please, let's talk.” Calla got in her car and slammed the door shut. "Calla! Sweetheart, please. Honey, let's talk about it. Calla!” She started her car.

"Boy is she angry. What's up with you calling her sweetheart and honey?” Trace ignored him. He walked toward her car, ignoring the gravel in his bare feet. Before he could get to her, she hit the gas and took off, leaving gravel spraying in her wake, hitting Trace's bare legs. "Dude, you do know you're naked right?” Roar asked as he bit into an apple. Trace didn't say anything; instead he turned to his brother glaring and decked him. Roar went flying back and hit the ground, the apple flying out of his hand. Trace marched back into the B & B. Roar sat up and rubbed his jaw, "Awww, man my apple.” He said, looking down at the now dusty gravel covered piece of fruit.

Thunderstorm Rendevous Chapter 3

Well, here's Chapter 3. This is dedicated to Jan. Thanks and I hope you feel better soon. Hugs. Thanks, Cosmo, a really big help on the research. Paz, Topaz and Deevah will know what that means. LOL.

Chapter 3

Calla grumbled as she heard the faint ringing of her cell phone. She raised her head and looked around. Trace’s arm was wrapped around her waist and her head was on his chest. She was tempted to snuggle up against him and fall back asleep, but she couldn’t let whoever was calling her get her voice mail, especially if it was Nora. Calla reluctantly crawled out of the makeshift pallet on the floor. She shivered as the cold air hit her. She glanced back at Trace who was now awake and looked at her with curiosity. “What’s wrong?” He asked his voice deep and husky from sleep. “My cell phone is ringing, it could be one of my friends calling, worried about me.” Calla said. “After you finish come back to bed, it’s cold without you.” With that Trace rolled over and went back to sleep.

Calla smiled and found her purse lying on the couch where she had thrown it when she had entered the room. She dug out her cell phone and answered it. “Where the hell are you!?!” Nora practically yelled into the phone. Calla winced, Nora did not sound happy. “I’m stuck at a bed and breakfast down the road, due to the storm.” She heard a sigh of relief. “Sorry, I’m a bit on edge. Quitting smoking you know. Are you alone?” Calla debated on whether she should tell Nora about Trace or not. “No, the stable master is with me.” She heard Nora chuckle. “He better be hot. I’ll call you later. My boy toys need me.” Nora hung up and Calla felt some relief. If and when Calla finally reached the beach house, Nora would demand she fess up. Of course, Nora would conference Martie in so she would hear all the details too.

Calla placed her phone back in her purse, turned and made her way back to the bed. She crawled onto it and snuggled against Trace. It felt so right being here with him. Calla smiled and placed a kiss on his shoulder. She pulled Trace onto his back. His jade eyes darken, giving her a wicked smile. “Ready to make love?” He asked. Calla doubted they would be making love from the way Trace was smiling at her. She shook her head. “My turn!” she said as he raised an eyebrow. “Your turn?” He queried. She nodded. “I want to do something before we make love.” Saying ‘make love’ didn’t sound weird or scary. Calla had only known him for a few hours yet she was more comfortable and relaxed with him than anyone else, besides Nora and Martie. Trace made her feel complete and safe.

“What do you have in mind?” Trace asked. Calla smiled mysteriously and crawled off the makeshift bed, finding his jeans. She slid the belt out of the loops and held it up grinning. She folded it into quarters and snapped it. Trace raised his eyebrows, “I’ll only allow you to spank me if I’ve been naughty. And I haven’t been naughty so there is no need for that.” Calla raised an eyebrow of her own and crawled back to him. She let the end of the belt slide lightly against his chest. “You don’t think you’ve been naughty. Is that right?”

Trace nodded and watched as she positioned herself so she now straddled his chest. She looked down at him and he looked up at her. Calla looked like a sexual goddess ready to ravage her lover. “Well, not enough to warrant a spanking.” She said. Trace ran his hands up her sides. She shook her head. “Not for spanking. I want to bind your hands over your head and explore every inch of you.” She watched him shiver, his eyes darkened and he stopped caressing her, he looked intrigued.

“Couldn’t you have just used handcuffs?” Trace drawled with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“I don’t normally carry handcuffs around with me.” Calla replied.
“Too bad, you never know what naughty men may be lurking about, needing a good spanking.” He paused, “I have some in my room but I want to use them on you later.” She laughed. “Okay, later. I’m not going to ask why you have them though.” He pouted and she laughed. He raised his arms over his head and she leaned forward to secure him. There was a side table near where they were. His hands were directly underneath the table, his hands separated by the table leg. Calla leaned forward and wrapped the leather around his wrists as he groaned. Her breasts were so close to his mouth and yet if he raised his head she would lean away from him. “Lean closer, you have such lovely breasts, I want another taste.” She shook her head. “No.”
“But . . . “
“This is payback.” She said
“And payback’s a bitch?” Trace countered.
“You’re damn right. This is for the ice cubes.” Calla replied.
“I can’t wait to get you in my bed to exact some of my payback. You’d look sexy handcuffed to my bed on your stomach with your sweet ass in the air.”

Why and how is it that this man can arouse her like no other? She laughed resisting the urge to unwind the belt and demand that they head to his bedroom.
“You’re wet aren’t you?” Trace already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her. “Yes.” Calla said her voice breathy. “No other man will get you as wet as I can.” He growled. Calla nodded knowing that to be true. “I know.” She lowered herself onto his chest and slid down his body, teasing them both. She let him feel just how wet for him she was. He groaned. “Let me taste you. I want you to ride my mouth.” She bit her lip. “No, it’s my turn…. Later.” He swore and struggled a bit before calming down. Her face hung above his and she leaned down to kiss his lips, lightly, not giving him too much.

He growled. “No, no more than that. It’s my turn and you’ll answer some questions while I explore you.” He mumbled something about her being a tease and said, “Okay.” She leaned down and placed kisses and nips along his jaw line. “Where are you from?” She asked. She felt him tense and start to withdraw from her. She looked at his face and watched emotions like candlelight flicker across it. He didn’t seem to be willing to answer that question so she proceeded, letting him have a pass on this one.

“Okay, you don’t have to answer that.” Trace relaxed and Calla went back to exploring his jaw with her lips. Then she started to make her way down his neck. She inhaled his scent; his cologne was so faint it was almost nonexistent. She kissed the pulse point of his neck and gently nipped it. “What’s the name of the cologne you use?” She licked the point and made her way down his neck. Trace’s skin was hot and slick with a light sheen. “Strength, it’s called Strength.” He said. She kissed her way across his collarbone and up his neck. She nipped his ear and then started to suck on it. “Favorite color?”She whispered and he shivered. She traced the tip of his earlobe with her tongue and then kissed her way back down his neck and across his shoulder.
“Red.”
“Fiery, passionate, seductive and bold. It suits you.”

Calla placed kisses on his bicep. When she got to the inside of his elbow, she nipped the sensitive skin and then licked the light sting. “What’s the tattoo on your bicep mean?” She asked as she kissed her way down his forearm. Calla repeated the action on the arm. “Baby, I can’t remember my name, you’re torturing me with these light kisses and nips and licks.”

She kissed the pulse point on his wrist and licked the sensitive skin there as well. “The one on your right bicep. What does it mean?” She kissed her way back up his arm and started to feather kisses on his chest. His back arched slightly. “It’s Sanskrit. It means ‘Warrior’.” His voice was a husky growl. She looked up at his face and saw his forehead and upper lip was covered with beads of sweat. Trace swallowed and she could see he was holding himself, resisting the urge to take control.

When Calla got to his nipples, she gently pinched one and his hips bucked and back arched. She leaned forward and kissed it and then licked it. “Baby . . .”was all he could say before she started to suck the hard nub. She paused and raised her head, “Did you always want to work with horses?” She then went back to sucking his nipple. She gently rolled and plucked the other. He let out a cry of frustration. She stopped and he groaned. She repeated the question and watched him swallow. “Yes, I love horses, always have and I’m good with them.” Trace murmured between clenched teeth. She continued her torture, transferring her affections to the other nipple.

Calla started to trail kisses down his abdomen. “How old are you?”She asked before swirling her tongue in his navel. Trace let out another groan. “I’m thirty-nine.”His teeth were still clenched. It was a heady feeling having control over him. She continued to reek havoc on him as she kissed his hips and then his right thigh. “How tall are you?”She asked as she dusted kisses on his lightly haired thigh, he bent his leg and she nipped his inner thigh. He let out a frustrated breath. “I’m 6' 3"He replied. She paused when she got to his knee.

“Favorite food?”She asked as she repositioned his leg so she had more access to slip her head underneath his knee. He sucked in a breath when she licked the back of his knee and then started to suck the flesh found there. “Oh, god!”She stopped what she was doing when he didn’t answer. “Waffles! I love waffles!”He cried out. She kissed her way down his calf and then up the other and repeated her actions with the back of his other knee. “I like breakfast food too. But I prefer desert.”She continued her path up his thigh and paused.

She had ignored his erection until now. He was large, long and thick. Veins roped his flesh and her mouth watered at the thought of exploring every inch of him with her mouth. But she resisted the urge. He was now breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. “I love desert too, especially if a woman is covered in whip cream.”She smiled. “Later, boxers or briefs?”She leaned forward and kissed his hip. “Boxers or commando.”She grinned. “Easy access, I like that.”

Calla spread his legs further and surveyed his testicles. “I like that too, please honey, touch me, please.”He begged. She smiled. Trace was begging her to touch him. She surveyed his cock again. Standing proud and hard away from his body. She returned her focus back to his testicles. “In time.”She repositioned herself on her stomach. She took hold of the base of his cock and moved it gently so she could see his balls clearly. His hips jerked and she shook her head. “No, moving.
Favorite movie?”He let out another frustrated cry. “How the hell can I concentrate when you’ve got your hand around me. Baby please . . . ”But his words were cut off when she moved forward and licked one testicle. She then took it into her mouth, sucked and licked it. He jerked again and moaned.

Calla stopped and pulled back. She didn’t make a move to continue further. Trace gulped and took a deep breath. “Lawrence of Arabia.”She moved forward and continued her torture, transferring her attention to the other ball. She traced the perineum with her finger and felt him buck. She, flicked his scrotum with the tip of her tongue and then lightly licked his raphe. He was groaning; she then gave his balls one last suck. She raised her head and surveyed his cock now. Precum glistened from the slit at the tip of his cock by the light of the candles. The fire had burned down and the storm raged outside.

All she could hear was the storm and his breathing. She watched as an opalescent drop of precum formed and made a milky trail down the side of his shaft. Trace was beautiful here just as he was all over. Calla licked her lips and repositioned herself to a more comfortable position. She leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock, pulling back she licked the traces of cum on her lips. She moaned but brought herself under control. Starting at the base, working her way up, she kissed and licked him. His hips bucked as he moaned. She licked the trail of his desire, savoring the spicy, salty taste of him.

“Calla, please . . .”She understood what Trace was begging for, but she wouldn’t give it to him. Not yet. When she got to his cockhead, she took it into her mouth; just that and nothing else. She sucked on him as her tongue flicked him. His hips bucked. Trace wanted her to take all of him, every inch of him into her mouth. Yet she wasn’t going to do that now. She let go of him with a popping sound and licked and kissed her way down his shaft. He was so hot and hard, yet soft. She loved the contradictions. “Calla please, I don’t know how much more I can take of this.”He pleaded.

“I’ve never done this before,”She said as she kissed her way back up. “I’ve never had the desire to until you. I . . .”Trace stopped her confession. She looked up at him. The look in his eyes overwhelmed her. There was tenderness, heat and desire there. She swallowed as he said tenderly, “You don’t have to do this. If you . . . ”She interrupted him, she looked down at his shaft. “I want to. Please, let me, I may not . . . ”He shook his head. “Calla look at me.”She looked up into his eyes. “Just fuck me, take me inside you. You don’t have to suck me off. Taste me some other time, but for now . . .”

Trace was cut off when she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. As much of him as she could take. She wrapped her hand around the base of him. She let herself relax and get use to the feeling of him in her mouth. Panic rose inside of her and she shoved it down. She started to breathe through her nose. He stretched her mouth. He was so wide and long, he soon hit the back of her throat even though she hadn’t taken all of him inside her mouth.

Calla resisted the urge to throw up. She closed her eyes and focused on how Trace felt in her mouth. He was hot and heavy. She could feel his pulse and it awed her. His heart was beating so fast. Once she had gotten herself under control, she moved her head up. His soft flesh slipping between her lips. He held himself in check, not moving. She knew he wanted to thrust forward, but didn’t. She moved her head down and moved her hand up keeping a firm grip on him. He groaned. As she moved up and her hand down, she experimented with caressing him with her tongue.


She continued to move her head and hand in opposite directions. Next she had them work in unison. As her head moved up her hand followed, she even threw in a twist of her wrist when her hand got to the underside of his head. Calla squeezed him and licked the cum at the tip of his shaft. Trace was fighting for control. She didn’t want him to hold himself back, so she increased the speed and suction. “Oh God Calla!” He groaned as he bucked a little, but not enough to her liking. She removed her hand from him; reached down to massage his balls, rolling them gently in her hand. She used her other hand to take the place of the one that had been moved. She now hallowed her cheeks as she slid up his shaft.

His hips started to move more now, he couldn’t resist. She increased her speed and grip of her hand, his thrusts increased and finally he tensed. He cried out as his orgasm burst forth. His cum filled her mouth and she swallowed every last bit of it. Calla licked and sucked until not one drop was left. She let his flaccid penis slip from her mouth and looked up. She felt so proud of herself. She had made him cum. She silently thanked Cosmo and studied his face. Trace was breathing hard and his body was covered in sweat. Her jaw felt stiff and ached, but she didn’t care she was feeling too good. When he finally got his breathing under control, he said, “Untie me.” His tone was a command and a chill ran through her.

She scrambled to undo the belt. He had come so why wasn’t he happy? He didn’t like it? She worried. Don’t, guys like being sucked off? What had she done wrong? She scrambled back to the edge of the blankets and licked her lips and swallowed. She watched him bring his arms down slowly and shake them, saying nothing. He didn’t even look at her and she held back tears. He sat up slowly, his expression unreadable. He didn’t like it. He came but he didn’t like it. “Come here.” Trace said softly. Calla hesitated, but moved forward. When she got within distance of him, he grabbed her and pulled her to him. His lips came down on hers. Her mouth opened in surprise and his tongue slipped in and swirled and explored. His kiss was dominating and possessive.

Their tongues duelled and she moaned. She pulled away, blinking, she looked at him confused. “You liked it?”She asked cautiously. “I loved it,” He said gently. Trace reached out and brushed her hair away from her face, such a gentle action. She turned to his hand and he cradled her cheek in his hand. “You didn’t have to do it.”He shook his head to keep her from speaking and slid his hand into her hair. Trace brought her head forward. He kissed her gently, licking her lips as he pulled away. “I know you wanted to but still . . .” She smiled at his concern and consideration. “You sounded angry.” She said still hurt by his tone.

He beckoned her to get closer and took her in his arms. “I’m sorry. I wanted to be untied very badly. I wanted to hold and kiss you and thank you for what you did. It came out harsh I know. But all I could think of was getting feeling back in my arms and holding you close. I’m sorry I hurt you like that. I’m apologising for being a bastard.” She snuggled against him. “You’re forgiven, but if you do it again, no nookie.”He laughed loud and long, his body shaking against hers as she grinned. Calla reached up and brought his head down to hers. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and dueled and slid against his. She then started to suck his bottom lip and he groaned. Trace pulled back. “I love the way you taste.”She smiled. “Most guys wouldn’t kiss a woman who’s just given them head.”He shrugged. “I’m not most guys.”He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

Trace pulled back as Calla’s stomach growled followed by his own. “First one to the kitchen has to do the dishes.”He hopped up causing Calla to fall back without his support. She jumped up to follow him, but stopped when she watched Trace disappear into the darkness. Calla had no idea where the kitchen was. “Cheater! I don’t know where the kitchen is!”She yelled into the darkness. A loud devilish laugh was her response. “Cheater! No nookie for you!”She yelled and flopped down on the blanket silently laughing.

Thunderstorm Rendevous Chapter 2

I hope you're trying to find a way to stay cool. Here is Chapter 2. Everyone by safe and stay cool. Hugs.

Chapter 2

Rain pounded against the window as the storm increased in force. It was damn a shame, Calla thought. All Trace had done was use his fingers and some ice cubes and she felt like a limp noodle. Trace rose and gathered up her clothes, the glass of water and now melted ice. Calla didn’t have the energy to ask what he was going to do with her clothes. He could burn them for all she cared. She was just too relaxed. When he came back a few minutes later, his arms were loaded with blankets and pillows, she watched him spread out the blankets before the fire and arrange the pillows in a haphazard manner. Calla grinned, looks like he was ready for round two, this time, she wanted him inside her. The thought sent shivers through her and her cunt clenched. Her clit started to throb all over again, but this time she didn’t bother to clench her thighs together. She knew he was going to help alleviate the ache this time.

Trace stooped down, slid his arms underneath her and picked her up with ease. He carried her to the blankets and laid her down gently. Without a word he started to unbutton his shirt. Every inch of skin that was bared made her mouth water even more. He sent her a wickedly teasing smile, watching as she started to squirm. She wanted him naked now and yet he was taking his sweet time teasing her. “Are you enjoying the show Calla?”He asked. His accent caressed her name, making it sound foreign and exotic. He unbuttoned the last button and pulled the shirt out of the waistband of his jeans then shrugged it off. His skin was tan and smooth, with a few scars here and there. His shoulders were broad, pecs well formed the looked hard, his nipples were hard little nubs. Whoa, those were so not six pack abs, there were, wait not eight pack, ten pack? All Calla knew was that Trace definitely did his crunches. An image of Trace on the floor, sweating and doing crunches came to mind. Oh, how she would pay just to watch him work out, perhaps she could help in his workout routine.


Towel him off if he gets too sweaty. Pour water on him, when he gets overheated. Shove him in a shower to help clean him up. Her tongue almost fell out of her mouth when he started to undo his belt and the button of his fly, but being the tease that he was he stopped. “No, not yet, I want you to wait before seeing my cock.”She swallowed, god she was so achy for him, she needed him now! “Trace you are such a tease, perhaps I don’t want to continue this . . . this . . . ”What was this, she asked herself. It wasn’t an affair and it didn’t feel like a one night stand, no, looking at Trace he was the type of man to claim his woman. Once she was with him, she was his, so what was this. “Let us, define what this is later. For now, you aren’t going anywhere.”His voice was low and husky. It was a command. One she was going to obey, she knew it. “It’s my turn to tease you just as you have teased me?”Before she asked exactly how she had teased him he continued, “You teased me with you beautiful breasts pressed against the soaked cotton of your tank with no bra. You teased me with the way you looked at me with those beautiful big brown eyes. You tried to hide that you wanted me, but I could see it. You tease me in every curve of you delicious body.”His eyes trailed over her naked body and she felt wanted, desired and beautiful, she also felt horny as hell.

“Don’t tease me Trace! Stripe and fuck me!”Calla said, surprised at her pleading tone. Trace chuckled. “I’m going to fuck you sweetheart! We’re going to have sex and then we’re going to make love.”Calla squirmed even more, she resisted the urge to reach between her legs and massage her aching clit. This man was going to make her come just by talking to her. He had pulled off his boots and socks and now all that was left was his jeans. She looked up into his eyes and he smiled a wicked smile. “Come here.”Calla felt weak as she managed to stand up and walk toward him. He took her hand and pulled her to him to close the distance. He placed her hand on his chest and covered it with his own.

His skin felt hot and damp, He was covered in sweat. She could smell slight traces of his cologne. “I’ve used all my effort to hold back and keep myself from taking you. Watching you come almost made me come too.”He took her hand and slid it down his chest and stomach, stopping at the fly of his jeans. Calla gasped, he was very hard and well he felt huge. “You finish undressing me. I want to watch you finish undressing me.”He said, he voice was low and husky, it was like a caress. His hand dropped from hers and she squirmed a bit and felt her heart pick up speed. She grasped the tab of the zipper and pulled down. She then started to pull the jeans down his legs, in order to get them off she concentrated on pulling his jeans down, not looking at his erection.

Once he had stepped out of them she looked up and her breath caught in her throat. “This is for you.”He said, taking his shaft into his hands. One hand wrapped around the base, the other gave himself a smooth pump. A drop of pre cum formed at tip of his cock. Calla swallowed. The head of his cock was an angry red, she watched as he smeared the evidence of his need on his index finger. “Would you like a taste of my desire for you?”Without pausing she licked his finger. He tasted salty and spicy. She moaned, she had never had the desire to give a guy head before, but now, she wanted to take him into her mouth and swallow every last drop of cum from him. “Not now. Later. First you lie back down on the blankets.”He said. Calla reluctantly moved back to the blankets and laid down. He had gotten her to come, why couldn’t she do the same for him? He joined on the makeshift bed, his eyes devouring every inch of her. It was like he was making love to her with just his eyes.

He then positioned himself over her. His eyes meeting hers. He smiled and leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She opened for him and his tongue swept in, tasting her, exploring every part of her mouth. Her tongue soon sparred with him, sliding against his. His tongue retreated into his mouth and hers followed, exploring every part of his mouth, just as he had done hers. He captured her tongue with his teeth and gently nipped the end and then started to suck on it. He pulled his head back and then captured her mouth again. This time taking her bottom lip between his teeth, nipping and sucking it. While he kissed her, he had been balancing his weight on his hands, like he was in the position of a push up. He slowly started to bring his weight down atop her body. Her body arched to meet him. He felt hard and hot against her.

His mouth left hers as he trailed kisses across her jaw line to her ear, he nipped and sucked the sensitive flesh, then traced it with the tip of tongue. “I want to explore every inch of you.”He whispered. She shivered as he started to kiss his way down her neck. He dusted kisses on her shoulders, collarbone and chest. He paused at her breasts. They felt so sensitive, in need of him to touch her. He started to kiss his way around one breast avoiding her nipple, his hand came up to squeeze and massage the other, but he did not touch her nipples. “Trace.”She moaned. His teasing was torture. “Yes, lovely?”He asked, he knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her say it. “Please suck them.”Trace smiled, he continued to press kisses to her breasts but not her nipples. “Suck what?”She let out a sound of frustration. “Suck my tits, please.”Trace chuckled. “As you wish.”

He took her nipple into his mouth and gave her long hard suck. She arched her back and moaned. His hand plucked and rolled her other nipple. The pain and pleasure she received from his ministrations went straight to her womb. She ground her hips against him, reached up and slid her hands in his hair. Calla brought him closer to her breast, urging him to take more of her flesh into his mouth. Trace continued until she thought she would come. He stopped and trailed kisses from one breast to the other and repeated his attentions on that nipple, while the other was rolled and plucked.

She was so close she could feel it. If only he would fill her, she was so wet and ready for him. He started to nip, kiss and lick his way down her stomach, his tongue slipped into her navel, causing her to gasp. He made his way down to her mound, which was waxed clean. He spread her legs wider and inhaled her scent. “You smell so good and I know you taste delicious.”He murmured before he buried his head between her thighs, licking her slit, he kissed and sucked her nether lips. She bucked against him. He slipped her legs over his shoulders and elevated her closer to his mouth. He spread her lips open and latched onto her clit, sucking long and hard. “Trace!”He flicked and nipped her clit gently while she rode against his mouth. He stopped when she was so close to coming, instead plunging his tongue into her cunt.

He thrust his tongue in and out of her, his hands clamped down on her hips holding her in place not letting her move. He stopped yet again when she was so close and switched his attentions back to her clit. Calla was losing her mind. She wanted to come so badly. He stopped again. Calla let out a frustrated cry. “Trace!” He pulled away from her and she heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. She raised her head and watched him roll the condom on his erection. He came back to her and kissed her. She could taste her cream on his lips. He repositioned himself between her thighs and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Their eyes met and he plunged into her.

He was so big. He filled her completely. He withdrew and he plunged into her again. She tightened her hold of him and met him thrust for thrust. “You are mine now.”Trace growled. Trace started to pound into her faster and harder. It was like he was branding her. “All mine.”He growled he leaned down and gave her a devouring and possessive kiss that she returned. “And you are mine too.”She moaned. She cried out as her orgasm washed over her. He continued to thrust into her until he went rigid and cried out her name and he came. Thunder shook the ground and the windows rattled. Trace gave her a gentle kiss as she drifted off to sleep.

Thunderstorm Rendevous

I dedicate this story to Paz, Topaz, Deevah thanks guys for the reviews. :-). To the Eve Vaughn loop thanks for the feedback on Chapter 5. And Sierra Dafoe for those pics of the yummy stable hands. Forest Rangers beware. lol. Hugs to all. I hope you like the first chapter. Sorry no links, tv or music recommendations. lol. Warning adult content, sexual situations and language.



Chapter 1

Calla sat in the window seat watching the rain lash the windows. Thunder rumbled overhead and lightning flashed. Shivers of excitement and arousal ran through her. As a child she always loved thunderstorms. She would always turn off all the lights in her room and sit in front of the window as the world became flashes of light and loud, earth shaking roars. As an adult storms like the one sounding above her took a new sexier meaning. She could still remember having sex with her then boyfriend Bobby in the backseat of his car. As the earth shook and lightning flashed, he plunged in and out of her. It almost felt like the storm was with her not Bobby. Bobby, she thought sourly. Looking back that was the only exciting thing they had ever done together. She could still remember walking in on him and Cheerleading Bimbo Barbie and two of his other teammates. The sight of him deep in Barbie’s ass while one of his team mates deep in her pussy and her deep throating another player. Fighting the urge to vomit she ran from the room and hurled in the bushes near the entrances of the Frat House. Thank god everyone thought she was still hung over from the Frat party the night before and not what she had just witnessed. Bobby had come by her dorm room the next day and told her it was over because she refused to give him what he wanted, a foursome apparently. She was happy to be rid of him.

Any guy who would cheat on her wasn’t worth her time. And it did help that after he went pro and became a superstar receiver that a sex tape of him and two of his teammates and three cheerleaders for the team was leaked. The laughs she and her friends got while watching it was priceless. She did feel bad for the team and the scandal it caused them. But she could have warned them about his tendencies to like multiple partners at the same time. She wasn’t sure what was funnier watching him try to explain his way out of the scandal or his pop star girlfriend going on Oprah tearfully recounting his sexual desire for more people in their bed.

As the storm rolled over head she felt the stirrings of arousal. She needed a man, it had been far too long. A vibrator was no substitute for a living breathing man between her legs. She glanced up as footsteps approached her. The bed and breakfast she was staying at, at first had been a roadside pit stop, before she headed over to the beach house her best friend Nora was renting. Poor Martie was still in the city dealing with an irritating investor in her lingerie store. Calla shook her head, how shy, sweet, blush at the word fuck, Martie could own a lingerie store was something both she and Nora still wondered about. Martie always blushed when passing by a lingerie store. She was always covering up her body, despite her wonderful hourglass figure and flawless chocolate skin. Nora had for years, tried to get her to model for her, but Martie staunchly refused.

While Martie was shy, quiet cautious, Nora was loud brash and impulsive. An up and coming photographer whose pictures were soon going to be in magazines such as Vogue and Cosmo, Nora was proud of her body, she may not have the curves, but she had an athletic build with long, lean legs that went for miles and perfect golden skin. A gift from her mixed heritage of having a Chinese father and African American mother. Her two best friends were as different as night and day and Calla loved them both dearly.

And now she was stuck in a bed and breakfast waiting for the storm to pass so she could get to the beach house. Nora had invited some hot, male models to keep them company for the weekend. It would be only two women and six men. Calla liked those odds. Candlelight lite up her face as Trace Morgan the stable master and caretaker of the bed and breakfast while the owners attended a wedding stood in front of her. The power was out and the only light they had was from the candles and the fire roaring in the fireplace. "Your room is ready, unless you’d like to stay down here and watch the storm?"His voice vibrated through her. His voice was deep with a hint of an accent she couldn’t place. "I’ll stay down here."She said, blushing. Why the hell was she blushing? Just because a hot guy with a sexy deep voice spoke to her didn’t mean she should be blushing. "Would you like company?"Just then a particularly loud clap of thunder sounded and she jumped and grabbed his arm. Candle wax spilled onto her exposed skin, burning her. She hissed in pain. "Hold on there, I’ll go get the first aid kit."He hesitated, because she hadn’t let go of his arm, she could feel the strong hard muscles underneath her fingers. "Oh, sorry."She let go, feeling a bit bereft when she did.

He placed the candle holder on a nearby table and disappeared into the darkness. She looked down at her arm, from the dim light given off by the candle she could see a few drops of candle wax on her skin. They looked very pale against her café colored skin. It didn’t take Trace long before he returned with the First Aid kit. "Why don’t you sit down?"He suggested gently. She sat down in the plush window seat and let him attended to her burns. He was gentle and careful. Calla inhaled the scent of his cologne and shampoo. She had been so busy absorbing his warmth and presence and staring at his head that she didn’t realize he was done. He looked up at her smiling, green eyes sparkling, making her stomach tighten with desire. She fought the urge to squirm. He had beautiful jade eyes and ink black hair that fell just past his shoulders. Seeing all that hair made her think of seeing his head between her thighs as he ate her pussy and her grabbing handfuls of it. She clenched her thighs together and smiled back, nervously. If she wasn’t careful she could find herself jumping on him and begging him to fuck her. Based on what she felt when she had grabbed his arm, she could just imagine that the rest of him was as hard and strong as his arm.

She looked away and back out the window. "You like the storm outside don’t you?"He asked as he packed up the kit and collected the wrappers from the band aids he’d used. She swallowed his voice was low, almost husky. When she didn’t respond he said, "I think storms are sexy, the more powerful the better."She looked down at him, he was looking up at her, his jade eyes darker and filled with heat. His gaze dropped down to her chest, her nipples shown through her tank top and she could have smacked herself for not wearing a bra. But it had been too hot and she had been getting sweaty from all the humidity and heat in the air. She clenched her thighs harder, trying to quell the ache between her legs, but it didn’t help. Her clit was demanding attention and her cunt was contracting, aching to be filled, by something hard and hot. She blushed and tried to look away. He couldn’t possible want her, no this is just a daydream, she was really asleep. She told herself and when he turned away she nodded to herself, just her imagination. He returned with a tall glass. "Some water, you look hot."

The glass was filled with water and ice all the way up to the brim. It looked like it was going to spill over. He didn’t hand it too her, instead he dropped to his knees before her and her breath caught in her throat. This is a dream, yup a dream, not real. She wanted to shake her head and smack herself but she didn’t. He picked out a large ice cube from the glass. Water dripped onto the floor, he rubbed the ice against his lips and then lifted it to her, she was confused as to what he wanted to do with it. He brought the ice to her lips and brushed them with it. She gasped. "Lick the ice."He said, it was soft command. One she couldn’t resist. The ice was melting and cold against her lips. She did as he asked, she gave the ice a slow lick, even brushing the tip of her tongue to his finger tips.

He brushed the ice against her lips again, across her jaw and down her throat. "You looked hot, I thought I would help you cool off."He said simply as he watched the path he made with the ice cube that was slowly melting. Small drops of ice water fell on her tank top. She shivered not only at the feeling of the ice on her bare skin but also at the way he was looking at her. Such concentration, it was like she was the only person in the whole world he wanted to look at. She gasped when the ice was placed against a nipple. Her nipple hardened painfully. He slowly circled the cube around her tightened nub, the ice water soaking her shirt.

He transferred the ice to the other aching peak and then up to the collar, rubbing it across her bare skin, water soaking her shirt and slipping between her breasts. When the ice had melted he reached for another one. He took the new cube and ran it up and down her throat and across her collarbone and shoulders. "Such beautiful skin."Goose pimples had risen on her flesh and she couldn’t understand how he could find her skin so beautiful. But didn’t comment, if only he would dump that ice water in her lap perhaps it would help stop the heat wave between her legs. Her clit ached so much and her vagina kept clenching on an emptiness that she longed to fill. She licked her lips. "Why are you doing this?"She asked, her voice husky with arousal. He looked up at her, his eyes so dark, she couldn’t tell that they were green anymore.

"I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you on the road, pulling into the driveway. The minute you stepped out of the car, I knew I wanted you and had to have you."He said, she clenched her thighs harder. No one had ever spoken to her like that. She believed him. "You want me. I can see that. And tonight while this storm rages on I’m going to fuck you, until you can’t stand. Until the only thing you can do is curl up by my side and let me hold you. You and I are going to use everyone bedroom in this bed and breakfast."He smiled wickedly. "But what about the owners, when they come back . . ."She said. He held up a hand, "They don’t come back until Tuesday."She nearly fainted, this gorgeous man was intending on fucking her until Tuesday, suddenly a weekend at the beach house with Nora didn’t seem so fun.

He pulled up her tank top and swirled the ice around her navel and then up. Her breasts were no longer covered and he brushed the ice between her breasts. Lightning flashed and she saw his features, rugged and chisled, and so full of concentration. She tugged the shirt up and over her head. He looked up and smiled at her. He reached into the glass and took out another cube. "Lie down."He said. She scooted down to the floor and lay down. He dripped the water on her overheated skin and then brought the cube down and used it to tease and taunt her. "Such beautiful tits, I can’t wait to suck them."She shivered and gasped as he ran the ice cube over the crests and underside of her breasts and then her aching nipples. He continued to cover her breasts and nipples with the melting ice cube. Until there was nothing left.

He set the glass down and reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled them down. The storm raged overhead and all that could be heard inside the room was her heavy breathing and the crackling of the fire. He pulled off her sneakers and sock and then removed her jeans. He didn’t take off her underwear. He just looked down at them and smiled, they were bikini style with pastel polka dots on them. She wished they were something sexier, but all thought stopped when he took an ice cube and ran them over the cotton. Her hips rose and she automatically spread her legs. The material became soaked and she became more aroused. He used one hand to move one of her legs further to the side, once he had her the way he wanted her, he dripped the cold water on the crotch of her panties and she moaned. She was on fire, she felt the water hitting the material should have become steam. "You smell so good, I can’t wait to taste you."With those words he placed the ice cube directly on her clit. She gasped, her hips rose off the floor. He worked the cube like he would his finger, in circles, the material was so soaked with ice water. Contractions started in her womb. "Oh, god!"He put more pressure on clit and increased the pace. "I. . . I."

She couldn’t finish the sentence, she knew what she wanted but she couldn’t complete the thought. He understood her and moved her panties to the side and plunged his fingers into her sopping wet pussy. First one, then two, then three, stretching her to her limit. He plunged his fingers in and out of her as he massaged what was left of the ice cube against her clit. Her orgasm exploded and she came on a scream. Trace waited until the contractions ended and removed his fingers from her flesh and slipped them into his mouth sucking and licking them clean. The ice cube had melted and her panties were soaked with her cream and water. He slipped them off of her smiled, looking down at her body. He looked at her like she was a feast he was ready to devour.