Romance: The Quarterback's Touch, page 60
Courtney’s head was a swirl. Part of her knew she should stop what she was doing and join her friend, but part of her didn’t have a worry. It was a beautiful night. The temperature was perfect. And the raspberries were hitting the spot. Courtney didn’t have a care.
Until Lisa drove off with the car and left her stranded there. Courtney climbed to her feet and stared blankly as the car disappeared. And then she heard rustling. Like someone was walking through the field. Courtney was so so vulnerable. Her only defense was to squeeze her eyes tight. With no warning, her stomach cramped hard. Any moment, the booze and the berries were going to come up, she could feel it.
Someone cleared his throat, forcing her to look at him. Courtney was miraculously a lot more sober now than when she and Lisa stopped. She thought her best option was to comply. She was scared out of her mind. Slowly she swiveled her head and lifted her heavy lids.
There emerging from the field, from the direction of the distant farmhouse, was a very tall, gorgeous man, with a strapping physique, blue-blue eyes and corn silk blond hair.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she said instinctively.
“I mean you no harm. But, please do not steal from my garden,” he replied evenly.
“Your clothes are so weird ..... are you Amish –?” she began. Her stomach gurgled and roiled.
“Please do not ask me that question,” he begged. “And the answer is yes.”
“My friend left me. I need a ride,” Courtney said, perspiration beading on her face.
“I do not have an automobile,” he replied.
“I need a phone,” she said.
“I do not have one of those either. Perhaps I can find one,” he said.
“Courtney,” she introduced herself.
“Christian,” he replied with a slight nod.
“Oh my God, I need a toilet,” she said.
Without any further preliminaries, Christian placed his hand on her back and firmly positioned her over. Courtney threw up for what seemed like endlessly.
“There goes my makeup,” she announced. She prided herself on the artistry with which she styled her face before leaving for an evening of partying.
She threw up until everything faded into total blackness.
Chapter Two
Courtney White had come to in a number of weird places, but waking up naked in a quilt-covered bed in an Amish home took the cake. Was she dreaming? She pressed her arms to either side of her. Battening down the quilt was her only defense against the situation.
The blond giant slept on top of the quilt, next to her. She feared if she stirred, she would surely wake him and who know what might happen next? Courtney squinted to see if she could make out her clothes anywhere in the room. She turned to her side, her back to him, scanning the room, as best she could in the dark.
Nothing.
She gently rolled to check the other side which was going to be tricky considering Christian was in the way. Painstakingly, so as not to wake him, Courtney shifted herself to her other elbow only to come face to exquisite face with the blond-haired giant who gave her shelter.
The shadows of night played artfully on his god-like face. His was perfectly symmetrical with evenly spaced, proportionate features, and a bone structure that belonged on a billboard.
“Do you need something?” he asked in that same unshakable tone.
“My clothing,” she replied.
“You were sick last night and I had to wash them. They are hanging on the shower curtain rod to dry. They should be fit to wear in the morning,” he said.
“But we– you, I mean, I–” she stuttered.
“Don't worry. You are safe. Nothing happened last night, and no harm will come to you,” he said.
“But I am naked in your bed,” she laughed nervously.
“Yes,” he said, his expression perceptively pained, “It appears so!”
“But I am naked in your bed” she could not resist a joke. “Maybe you should be worried.”
Christian pushed her shoulder back so that she had to lie flat on the bed. His face was stern. “You know what I am. You know of my community enough that you recognize it. Maybe you cannot understand what I have risked to bring you here, but I have risked something just the same. I hope that you respect that, please. Kindly do not be loose with such remarks.”
It hurt that he scolded her. Even though she slept some, she still felt like crap. It was also just her luck she was in bed with a gorgeous guy. She probably reeked of last night’s booze, and he was Amish. He was right; she didn’t know the ins and outs of his world, but she did know they were off-limits from each other, and she being there was probably going to cause a stir.
Then Courtney spotted something that took a moment to register that it was out of place. She sat up. “Excuse me, you have a kitchen in your bedroom, but you don’t have a telephone?”
Christian sighed heavily. “I do not have a kitchen in my bedroom. This is my entire house. And it does not follow that someone who has a refrigerator also has a telephone.”
“Yes it does,” she argued. “And you have a bathroom?”
“Yes. Those things are necessities. Being idle is not. Everyone I need to speak to is within walking distance. I promise you I will find a telephone for you in the morning. Now please,” he reached to the quilt and drew it up around her. His finger grazed her breast. Despite his awkward gesture, he said “Please keep yourself covered.” Courtney felt relieved and at the same time strangely disappointed.
Chapter Three
Courtney lay back down in the warm bed. Her body was exhausted, but she was hungover from drinking, and still feeling sick from eating the berries. Her mind raced. She wanted to sleep but she just lay there. At some point, she drifted off.
It seemed as soon as she did, Christian stirred. Courtney looked at him. She must have gotten a good sleep because she didn’t feel half bad. In the darkness, he got out of bed and started moving about the room. He fired up the oven and lit the stove, and put on a pot of coffee. He took a covered bowl sitting on the shelf and removed from it a ball of dough. He greased a loaf pan and set it aside. He kneaded the dough for a few minutes and very deftly shaped it. He set it in the pan and popped it in the oven.
Next, he took out a small pot and filled it with water. When Courtney could hear the water pop with a rolling boil, Christian dumped in a handful of oats. After a minute, he cut the flame and let the oatmeal sit. He cracked two eggs into a small frying pan and fried them up.
“Your clothes are in the bathroom. Get dressed and we can eat,” he said. He knew she had been watching him.
“Turn your head,” she said and darted out of bed.
She jumped naked out of bed, covering herself as best she could with her hands. She turned to see if Christian was looking the other way. When she caught him staring at her, she said, with half a grin, “I meant the other way.”
Courtney figured in the very square, simple structure, if she couldn’t see a door to the bathroom in front of her, it must be off to the side of the bed and it was. She dressed. As predicted, her clothes were just about dry. He must have wrung the heck out of them for them to dry so quickly. But she figured another hour and she could wear them. Courtney removed a towel from the rack and wrapped herself with it. The towel was not big, and it barely covered he full, delicious figure.
She ran the water for privacy; the bathroom didn’t have a fan. She splashed her face, rinsed her mouth, and ran her fingers through her hair. She was bare-faced. Not a lick of make up on her. Somehow he had removed her make-up before putting him to bed. She re-entered the room and joined him at his modest table.
“That bread smells amazing. Do you bake some every day?” she asked.
“Not every day, I don’t eat that much bread,” he replied with just a touch of amusement in his voice.
“Oh,” she said. “Well it’s wonderful that you bake at all.”
“Thank you. It should be ready before I leave to work. And pardon me,” he smirked.
“Yep?” she answered.
“Did you not find your clothing?” he asked.
“They just need a little while longer to dry,” she said.
Christian strode back to the bathroom, returned with her clothing and hung them on the oven handle. The heat from the breadbaking was going to finish the job.
He poured small glasses of milk for them, a glass of water each to go along with the eggs and oatmeal. Even though Courtney was usually too hungover to have breakfast, she felt fine enough to eat. And the small amounts of food were strangely soothing to her. They grounded her. It was simple and delicious. She was pretty sure that Christian was delicious.
“You’re very kind,” Courtney said.
“You seem at ease, naked in a strange place with a strange man,” he replied nonchalantly.
Courtney stood up, clasping her mouth. His remark rushed her with powerful emotion and she was overwhelmed. She had to be careful because she was indeed naked under her towel, and she had to focus to keep it secure. One slip and it would fall completely off. The thought of it crossed her mind, and for a moment she considered it with a wry smile.
Chapter Four
Christian misinterpreted the expression that crossed her face. “My goodness, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I didn’t say it right,” he said, standing with her.
But what he said was somewhat true. She turned her back to him as if to hide from him.
Christian wrapped his powerful arm around her back and turned her, tucking her into his chest. His body was as hard as the table they ate breakfast at. As amazing as he felt, she was aware that she might somehow be compromising him further by letting him hug her. She pulled away.
“No,” she said. “You know you’re not supposed to touch me. I thought it was forbidden.”
He appeared to be squelching a smile. “Forbidden?” he asked.
“Yeah, you know. An outsider. Now you’ve been so good to me so far, and you’re right, I am comfortable around strange men. A little too comfortable. I am not worth it,” she said.
Christian stooped so that she and he were eye to eye. He looked at her with the most piercing blue eyes she thought she would probably ever see in person.
“Nonsense. If I thought for one moment you were as bad as all that, I would not have brought you into my home. Am I clear?” he asked.
In fact he wasn’t. Courtney was very confused. She had not been conscious of the way she felt about herself. But in a few hours with perhaps one of the most wholesome, together people she had ever encountered, she took a good hard look at her own life. And all the things she took for granted.
Christian cleared the dishes except for the coffee cups.
“You should let me wash those,” she offered.
“You have your hands full,” he remarked.
The timer for the bread chimed. He took the loaf out to cool. He cut the oven off and then put her clothes in there with the door cracked. They were dry by the time Courtney finished her second cup of coffee. He handed them to her and she disappeared to put them on.
The warmth of the fabric on her skin was positively decadent. They felt better than had she just removed them from the dryer. Courtney forgot herself as she slid her panties up to her hips. She moaned each time she put on yet another article of clothing until she was fully dressed.
She emerged from the bathroom glowing with the experience.
“Oh my God, first the food and now the clothing. You are a genius,” she said.
“You need to watch your language please,” he said. He slathered a slice of his fresh-made bread with butter from a little pot and urged her to take a bite. The butter was laced with orange and honey.
No sooner had she been asked to watch what she said did Courtney blurt, “Oh my gosh, that is orgasmic.”
He tilted his head slightly, a mix of amusement and scold, and something else on his face. Courtney was brought up short and the two of them mingled in the wonder of the other.
Then she figured out what that something else was on his face. It was arousal.
Chapter Five
Christian was a beautiful man. So handsome. So tall. So muscular. So tender. Simultaneously, they drew together until he swept her body with an embrace. And kissed her.
His touch was light and penetrating at the same time. He was way more masterful than Courtney might have anticipated. She just assumed since he was not a married man and given that of his Amish culture, Christian was not very experienced in this department. Either that were not the case or he was a genius.
Or both.
As his tongue danced with hers, tasting her, he gently traced the bare skin of her back revealed by her dress, with the tips of his fingernails. His stroking sent little electric currents directly to her nipples and they were instantly hard. He anticipated this, finding their tips with the pad of his thumb. He teased them with the pad of his thumb.
Christian tugged the zipper of her dress, slipped a sleeve from her, and lifted a breast from the underwire of her bra. His hot tongue found her. The heat of his mouth on the tender delicate skin of her nipple was hotter than the clothes had been straight from the oven.
Courtney wilted in his embrace, saturated with complete arousal. Saturated. She was soaking wet. Though she was perfectly fine in letting the moment progress, for his sake, she thought they should stop.
“Hey,” she managed to speak. “At this point, you’re going to have to put my panties back in the oven.”
He shook his head.
“Beautiful man,” she said, “you probably should stop.”
“Oh, of course. I didn’t mean to get carried away,” he said.
He still held her but not as tight. They pressed their foreheads together.
“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” she said.
His laugh was deep. “Sweet, do not worry about me. If you do not want this, we will stop.”
But then he glanced out the window.
“It looks like the sun has decided. It’s time for me to go to work,” he said.
Now Courtney looked. “It’s dark out. I don’t see any sun,” she said.
“There will be,” he said. “It’s coming.”
“What do you do first thing?” she asked. “Milk the cow?”
He laughed hard and then kissed her on the head. “Yes, something like that. I will come back for you when the day breaks. In the meantime,” he swept her up off of her feet and placed her back in bed. “You should go back to sleep.”
He traced beneath her eyes. “I can see that you are not used to being awake at this time.”
His face was but a breath from hers. She clutched him urgently before he withdrew.
“Can I wait for you when you return? Here?” she asked, referring to the bed.
“Yes,” he said, tasting of her mouth with soft, slow sensual kisses. “I would like that very much.”
Christian loomed over her, laying her back against the sumptuous feather mattress. He was larger than life above her, the grays of the morning playing with the perfect features of his face. The ends of his shoulder-length hair fell forward towards her. His hair was so blond it shone almost white in the pre-dawn light. Courtney thought it was so hot. He was just hot. She wanted to wrap her legs around his hips and pull him into her.
As gentle as he was, he was so masculine, so dominant. Not one bit shy. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and owned it, stroking the hot wet walls inside making her ache deep, deep to her core.
He moved his lips to her face, to her ear which drove her absolutely insane. There was no time to think, Courtney yelled out her ecstasy. It was that uncontainable. He had her grunting and he didn’t let up. He continued to the soft, erotic surface of her neck down to the base. She was batting his broad, hard shoulders lightly, crying for mercy but not wanting it to stop.
He let up finally and kissed her once more on her lips.
“I will see you in about an hour,” he said. He gathered a small sack off the counter that he had put some slices of bread in, along with a flask he filled with water, put on his hat and went to work.
Chapter Six
Courtney was left alone, and though exhaustion weighed her, Christian left her body screaming. She was torn between saving all the pent up passion he stirred within her for him, or to make her body super-sensitive and pleasure herself now. She had perfect the art of multiple orgasm. Within seconds of climaxing, she could make herself come again. Depending, she could orgasm three or four times within minutes, by allowing her body to ebb some from the first burst. With her body still alive with rapture, she touched herself again for another round of fireworks.
She had no problem seeing to her own pleasure. After years of hoping that the magic would happen spontaneously, Courtney took the driver’s seat. Her partners didn’t mind at all, especially when equipment was involved.
But now, laying in bed, waiting for Christian, crushing on everything he did and the way he did it – who got turned on watching someone bake bread – she was squirming with need. He was a complete stranger and yet she felt like she was waiting for the love of her life. He left her so erotically wired; she was this side of agony. She knew that even if she did pleasure herself, it would make her scrumptiously torturous state worse, not better.
Much to her surprise, she dozed. It was a deep and satisfying sleep. Christian had to pry her from her slumber, but when her sleepy brain computed he was back, she came to life. It was like Christmas had arrived.
“Hi,” Courtney craned up to him and grazed his lips with hers. She was so excited to see him. He braced an arm on either side of her and studied her.
Then there was a decided shift in attitude. Christian took charge. He lowered himself onto her, both fully clothed. He held her jaw with his powerful fingers and affixed her mouth to his. He pinned her hips with his long, lean legs and grinded into her.
He made hard, coarse contact with her soft, aroused center in all the right spots. She levered her pelvis up to him to feel as much as she possibly could with their clothes still on.
