Chapter 6
Chapter Six
M eg awoke to the sound of a light rain pattering on the window as two thoughts crossed her mind simultaneously. One—she had no idea where she was and two—she wasn’t alone. Glancing to her side, she was greeted by the sight of an enormous muscular back and the sound of soft snoring. The image of light scratches on that gorgeous backside brought back everything--her hellish day of travel, the car accident, drinking at the bar, caviar and Rob as he came into her body ruining her for all other men for the rest of her life.
Squinting her eyes shut, she tried to feel remorse, regret, anything slightly resembling guilt, but nothing came. Nothing but the desire to poke that back next to her until the man rolled over and ruined her some more.
Apparently in tune to her thoughts, Rob turned toward her with an incredibly appealing grin on his face. Smiling as he was, with his hair tousled and his eyes still heavy from sleep, he looked years younger than the man she’d seen emerge from that limousine last night.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” He rose up on one elbow and kissed her lightly.
“I was afraid it was all a dream,” she said, shaking her head at her wayward tongue. So much for sophistication and playing it cool.
“God,” he said, looking down at her and running his fingers through her unruly curls. “You are precious.”
Meg narrowed her eyes. “Precious is worse than cute.” Rob laughed.
“Still raining.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Guess the parade will have to be postponed. What would you say to breakfast in bed?”
She smiled. “I would say you better make that a late lunch.” Gesturing at the clock, she was amazed by the fact she’d actually slept in until 3:30. At home, she was an early riser. “It seems like my days and nights got messed up somewhere.”
“Well, that’s probably my fault.” Rob sat up. “Kept you up too late.”
“Mmmm,” she hummed. “You sure did.”
“You keep looking at me like that and you won’t ever get out of this bed.”
“Well, it is still raining.” She crooked her finger at him. “Not like we could go to the parade or swimming or anything.”
Rob wholeheartedly agreed. “I would hate to waste a perfectly lovely day like this sightseeing and such.”
Leaning down, he took her lips with a kiss that betrayed the unquenchable desire they seemed to share. Coming over her, Rob’s mouth moved across her cheek to her ear. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”
“There’s still plenty of me here,” she teased. “But Rob, hurry.”
Several hours later, Meg stretched out on the comfy couch in the living room and looked at Rob on the other end. The day had been one of the most perfect of her life. After a long, hot, entirely satisfying bout of afternoon delight, they ordered an early dinner of thick, juicy steaks, baked potatoes and asparagus. For dessert, they polished off a bottle of champagne as Rob fed her strawberries while they soaked in the Jacuzzi in his bedroom. Then they spent the last two hours simply touching and talking.
Right now, he was sitting with her feet in his lap, lightly massaging them. Meg wiggled her toes marveling at the fact her feet seemed to be an erogenous zone. She never knew that, but she certainly felt as if she could have an orgasm merely from the heavenly rubbing Rob was ministering. She smiled at the thought, wondering how Rob would react if she did.
“Well, that’s a smile fit for the Cheshire Cat. Penny for your thoughts,” he said.
“I’m thinking that I could get used to this.” She was too embarrassed to share her true thoughts.
“A foot massage?”
“Among other things,” Meg added.
“Ah.” Rob was obviously aware of where her thoughts were lingering. “Want to elaborate?”
“I’ve been pampered, petted, massaged, and fed. I feel a bit like a princess,” she admitted, her face suddenly serious. “Thank you, Rob. I can’t begin to put into words how wonderful today was.”
“We never even left the suite.”
Laughing, she stretched her arms above her head. “Umm, yes, well, I don’t care if we ever leave.”
Rob felt a slight rush of relief at her words. He had to agree that today had quite possibly been one of the best of his life. If she’d offered a penny for his thoughts, he reflected, she’d probably be shocked by the unusual turn they’d taken. As they sat here, he considered the fact he could see himself doing this every night for the rest of his life. Meg was an easy companion—her sense of humor infectious, her views of life interesting, her attitude optimistic, despite the knowledge he knew she’d suffered quite a bit of loss in her life.
One of the things he enjoyed the most about her companionship was her openness as well as her unique perspective of life. They’d left no stone unturned, whether it be religion, politics, literature or even who was the most deserving American Idol winner. She went for Carrie Underwood, being a country music fan, while he remained loyal to Kelly Clarkson.
He recalled her comments about her upbringing and family, amazed she could talk about her childhood with such fond recollection. She admitted her family hadn’t had, as she said, ‘two pennies to rub together’ and yet that didn’t seem to matter. He silently wished he could have met the two women who had raised such a happy, strong, self-assured young woman. For the first time in his life, he actually found himself feeling envious of someone else. If someone had asked him yesterday, he would have said he was the luckiest man on earth. Because yesterday, all that mattered was the fact he’d amassed wealth beyond measure and lived a life others coveted. He was on top—sought out for his opinions and advice by politicians, business executives, and powerful leaders.
Now, as he saw the world through Meg’s eyes, he wondered how much of his life he’d squandered in the quest for gold and power. Meg worked day after day with students who dealt with mental and physical handicaps—blindness, autism, mental retardation, deformities that left them in wheelchairs. Every day of their lives was a challenge and it was obvious Meg admired their efforts to succeed in a world where the odds were so clearly stacked against them. She made a pittance for her efforts, yet didn’t complain once. In her mind, the fact she’d been born healthy and raised in a loving home environment was so much more than many others had and for that she was sincerely grateful. Rob tried to remember the last time he felt gratitude for the blessings of his life. He couldn’t recall ever giving thanks.
Humbled, Rob looked down at Meg as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Jet-lagged, he smiled at his little trooper. She’d missed an entire night’s sleep and yet she insisted on staying up with him. Overwhelmed with the desire to take care of her, he rose, bending over to pick her up.
“What are you doing?” she asked drowsily.
“Taking you to bed.”
“Ooh, it’s about time too.” He was amazed to see her come fully to life.
“You must be exhausted,” he said. “Why don’t you call it a night?”
“Without you?” Her face was a perfect mixture of disappointment and confusion.
“Aren’t you tired, Meg?”
“I have the rest on my life to sleep if I want to, Rob. You and I only have two more days and I want to make them count.”
His heart lurched with something precariously like pain as she mentioned the end of their time together. Dismissing it, Rob grinned as she squirmed to be released. Lowering her, he savored the feeling of her body as it slid down his before jerking back at the realization she hadn’t stopped sliding until she knelt before him.
“Meg.” His hands reached beneath her shoulders to pull her back up.
Shaking him off, she reached for the buttons on his jeans.
Again, he tried to fend her off. He’d intended to tuck his little princess in bed for the night, allowing her the rest she so desperately needed. Now she was turning the tables on him. Rob shuddered as she pulled his cock free from the constricting denim.
“Meg,” he said, “you don’t have to--”
His words caught in his throat as her tongue darted out to tease the small opening of his penis.
“I want to,” she whispered and all thought of stopping fled his mind as she wrapped her lips and hand around his cock and gave him the blowjob of a lifetime.
Gripping him tightly in her fist, she tormented him with her lips, teeth, and tongue. Each time he managed to settle his racing thoughts to her pattern, she’d change the game. One minute she would simply run her tongue up and down as if he were a lollipop and she a small child. Next, she would turn into a tiger, engulfing his length, nearly swallowing him whole as her teeth teased his sensitive flesh.
Each time she changed her motion, he found himself reeling in the wake of her devastating touches. His hands gripped her hair tightly and at her sudden hiss, he realized he must be hurting her. He started to release her when she shook her head, his cock still buried in the wet cavern of her mouth. Reaching back down, he pulled again at her flaxen locks nearly bowled over by the realization that she enjoyed his rough play. The notion caused his cock to grow even harder, a fact that obviously wasn’t lost on his little minx as she changed the rules of the game yet again. Using her free hand, she reached down to cup his balls lightly before exploring even further. The feeling of her finger breeching the entrance to his anus nearly shoved him over the end. Tugging her hair became an unconscious action as all his thoughts were centered on the extreme pleasure/pain her hands and mouth were evoking in his body.
“Damn,” he hissed, when he felt her finger, only one knuckle deep, begin to wiggle in the tight portal. “You are going to pay for this.” The glorious feeling of his orgasm was pulsing from the root to the tip of his cock as he took control of her mouth. His hands gripped the sides of her face as he began fucking her mouth in earnest. His ejaculation was so overpowering, he fought to remain standing as his tormentor swallowed down every drop he fed her, licking him clean as she gradually released him.
“Holy mother,” he murmured as he fell to his knees in front of her. Obviously pleased with his response, she wrapped her arms around his neck in an embrace that couldn’t be called anything other than a hug. She tilted his world on its axis and then attempted to comfort him as she would a lost child.
Pulling back, he looked into her bright eyes full of something foreign to him and yet he knew in an instant what it was. Love. She looked at him with eyes full of love. No doubt her actions were her way of showing him something he knew she would not say aloud. His Meg was too practical, too caring. She wouldn’t burden him with an emotion she didn’t think he wanted. He suggested a weekend away from the pressures of the real world, a time out of time and she was giving it to him. Just as she had given him her trust, her body, her friendship. And he had given her nothing but lies. The thought of him allowing this relationship to continue built upon a deception had seemed small enough at the beginning, yet now it threatened to choke him. What would she say when she learned who he really was? Would she still look at him with such caring or would she turn her back in anger? And coward that he was, Rob pushed his confession away unwilling to take the risk of seeing that look in her eyes fade away.