Wolf Mountain Peak Complete Series, page 68
part #1 of Wolf Mountain Peak Series
“You’d had too much to drink,” Helena remarked, as she dropped her gaze from his stare.
“Trust me, I could see just fine. Let’s get ourselves a table,” He suggested, taking her hand back into his. For a moment, she believed that he was lying, in an attempt to flatter her. Yet, his eye contact and his steady tone were enough proof that he was being honest with her.
Helena took a few glances around her, as they approached a table to the right, not far from the dance floor. Much to her pleasure, they were in a vintage club. The posters of artists like Jimi Hendrix, Joan Baez, Eric Clapton and Bob Dylan that graced each and every wall could attest to that. Green, blue, red and orange spotlights were on the ceiling, whereas every table featured a small, red lantern in the middle.
“Are there any places like this in Shandaken? Or in Paxton, maybe?” Cliff asked, as he sat down across from her.
“No,” she snorted in derision, recalling the rather poor nightlife in both her birthplace and its neighboring town, as an aging waiter approached their table. “They’re all housed in very old buildings, and they only play country. I like it, but, eventually, it bores me.”
“I’d like a bottle of your best, red wine,” Cliff placed his order, dismissing the waiter with a pat on the forearm.
“That’s my favorite drink,” Helena declared, as she leaned her elbows on the table. “How did you know?”
“I didn’t up ‘til now,” he uttered, using a light, teasing tone. “On a different note, I got a phone call from the coroner this morning. He said he’d be able to complete the autopsies on the remaining bodies in the next four or five days. He can’t release any of the other bodies until he’s done. I’m only saying this because I’m sure you’d like to give your niece a proper burial, like I want to do with my brother.”
“Cliff, come here,” she said and curled her index finger. “Can we please, please not discuss the case?” she requested, making her voice sound sweeter, as he leaned over towards her. “I appreciate the information, but I want tonight to be about us.”
“You’re right,” he said with a sad nod. “I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“Why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself?” Helena’s next request brought out the sexy smile – the same one that had given her impure thoughts – back to his face.
“Alright,” Cliff acquiesced. “I’m thirty-one, I like sports – I’m a huge Yankees and Rangers fan – I like music and literature. I joined the force about eleven years ago. I graduated first in my class. Brass believed I had potential, so, they sent me straight to ‘Robbery – Homicide.’ After six, pretty tough years, some FBI recruiter walked into my police station, and said I should drop whatever I was doing, and join them. I told him I’d think about it; but, the truth is, he had me from ‘hello.’ I’d always wanted to work for the FBI. It pays better and it’s a hell of a lot more prestigious. What about you?”
His last sentence made her regret posing that question. She had no idea what to tell him, other than lies, lies, and more lies.
“I’m a biologist,” Helena claimed, struggling to keep her focus on his face. “I completed a three-year research on black bears, almost two months ago, so, I’m currently unemployed. If you know anybody who’s hiring…”
“Say no more,” Cliff interrupted, as the waiter came back to their table with their order. “I may not know anything right now, but I’ll ask around at the bureau, when I get back to New York.”
“I’m a sucker for literature, too,” she admitted with a silly grin, trying hard to mask her surprise. They barely knew one another, and yet, her aspiring boyfriend had just offered to help her find a job. He didn’t merely look like a standup guy. Within seconds, he had proved to her that he was someone to rely on. “I love to read about all kinds of supernatural creatures. It’s one of the best ways to escape from reality. And, it’s also the reason I snapped at you, back in your office. Those creatures are supposed to have impeccable powers, they can do things that humans can only dream about, but, when I look around me, I don’t see anything out of the ordinary; just people driving around, taking care of their business, day in and day out. If anything weird had happened in Paxton, believe me, I’d be the first on the scene, searching for clues.”
“You sound like a cop,” Cliff teased, offering her a full glass of wine. “What should we drink to?”
“To family,” Helena proposed the toast, raising her glass from the table.
“To family,” Cliff tapped his glass against hers, running his gaze down her face, as a wave of sadness washed over his face. She sipped some of the robust spirit, keeping her eyes open. But, her date did not follow her example. Holding his glass just below his chin, he stared into the void. Helena swallowed hard, as she realized that he had shut down on her. His mind was drifting, and she knew precisely to whom and where.
“Jonathan would want you to live, Cliff,” she stated in her usual, feathery voice, intensifying her stare, as her fingertips brushed his knuckles. “I get it. You miss him, but I know for a fact that he would want you to do everything he didn’t have a chance to do, just like my parents would have wanted for me,” she added, as her hand covered his wrist and part of his hand. “Did he have any children?”
“The guy was married to his job, Helena,” Cliff murmured, a smile of bitterness forming on his face, as his gaze shot up to meet hers. “There was no room for romance in his life.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” Helena commented, as her sorrow sent her voice down an octave. “I doubt he’d want you to reach forty-six, and still be childless.”
“No, he wouldn’t like that,” he agreed, giving her a faint smile. “I’m really glad you’re here with me, Helena. I really don’t know what I would do without you.”
The witch didn’t dignify his last comment with a rebuttal. Instead of a comeback, she let her smile do all the talking. If she did speak, she would have to continue the conversation about his dead brother, and she meant to take Cliff’s mind away from the grief that had been consuming him since Jonathan’s passing. Helena desired him to focus on everyday pleasures – things that would put a smile on his face – even though she was positive that she wouldn’t be able to do that for long. Cliff was an outsider. He would soon leave Paxton, but she was determined to comfort him as much as she could.
Chapter Twelve
One hour, five dances, and a bottle of wine later, Helena and Cliff were all smiles; laughing and both obviously in great moods. Unlike the night he collapsed on her, there was no drowsiness in his voice. On the contrary, he was full of energy, teasing her every few minutes, cracking jokes, and holding her tightly in his arms during their dances. A sensation of pride overwhelmed her as she comprehended that she was responsible for this change. The brooding man was gone. Cliff had not said it to her, but it became quite clear that he had taken her advice.
After one last dance, the two of them strolled out of the club, holding hands. A glimpse of the elevator down the hall filled Helena with eager anticipation. She had been having wet dreams over the moment that he would take her into his embrace and give her what her heart and body desired. If anything, it would be the ideal conclusion to a fantastic date. His full lips were tempting her so much that she did consider kissing him, right there, in the middle of a busy lobby. Still, Helena was old-fashioned. She didn’t like to kiss in public, and she would definitely not try to force her way into his hotel room. Her heart began to race in her chest, as they took the last, few steps towards the elevator.
“Say, um…” Cliff faltered, as he stopped beside her. “Would you like to come up for a drink?”
His proposal sounded like music to her ears.
“A drink?” she raised an eyebrow, as she turned to face him. “Sure,” she agreed, her voice dropping to a soft, sexy whisper, as the elevator door slid open sideways. Helena and Cliff stepped into the empty car. He pressed number two on the panel behind her, but by no means was she willing to wait that long. As soon as the elevator blocked their view of the lobby, she curled her arms around his neck, desperate to experience one more of his kisses. A gasp of shock escaped him, as she tilted her head up. Apparently, she had caught him by surprise. But, just when she sensed his warm breath on her skin, he wrapped her arms around her waist, and held her close, as the sweetness of his kiss enveloped her.
“You naughty girl,” he whispered in her mouth as her left hand trailed up the back of his head, and her other one crept around his neck.
“Trust me,” she said, her voice a husky whisper, as she trailed her fingers across his cheek, “you haven’t seen my naughty side yet.”
The ding of the elevator bell rang in her ears, as the car was brought to a halt. Cliff took his arm off of her and reached into the pocket of his jacket as they staggered out and into the hallway. Flexing his muscles, he turned around, as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. Helena felt the hardness of the wood on the back of her head as he unlocked the door to his room. As they stepped inside, away from any prying eyes, she decided to show him what she meant by “naughty.” Cliff closed the door behind him, and tried to use his weight to push her backwards, towards his bed. However, the witch quickly released him, and then, she put both of her hands on his chest. A short laugh left his lips, as she pinned him up against the wood. The tip of her tongue teased his upper lip, as she pressed her hands onto him more firmly. Helena could feel his hard muscles beneath her skin. Cliff slid his arm up her back, his breath getting heavier, as she yanked his shirt from his pants. Without wasting any time, she slipped her hands under it, as he knitted his fingers through her hair. The feel of his firm skin was even better than she imagined. It was warm and tight as it flexed with each breath. The ridges of his ripped abs were beckoning. She grabbed and held onto them, as his free hand traveled down her body. Cliff gave a gentle caress to her ass cheek over her dress, and then a good squeeze, as her long fingernails scratched his flesh. But, he interrupted his sensual move. Taking his hands off of her body altogether, he used them to peel off his jacket, as he snaked his tongue into Helena’s mouth.
“I thought I should give you a hand,” he whispered, pulling his tie over his head.
“Oh, I’m going to give you a lot more than a hand,” she responded teasingly, gliding her hand down his stomach, as he gently bit her lower lip. Cliff tipped his head back, breathing hard down onto her forehead, as she cupped his cock over his pants. The hardness of his shaft forced a low whimper from her, as she unzipped them. He began to unbutton his shirt, as Helena slipped her hand into his boxers. Kissing him on the chin, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, feeling it throb under her touch. Wetness was soaking her panties, more and more by the second. She was there, with the object of her desire, and, best of all, she had him at her mercy, kissing him, caressing him, stroking him, ready to worship him. Cliff threw his shirt across the floor, exposing his broad, sexy chest, along with the chiseled abs that she had so greedily explored. He squeezed his eyes shut, as Helena grazed her teeth down his breast, at the same time twisting the base of his shaft. Bending her knees, she kissed her way down her temptation’s incredible body, as his manhood pressed against the fabric of her dress. She traced her index finger along his shaft, loving the sound of his labored breath. Still, it was the moisture on her fingertip that sent even more waves of arousal coursing through her. Helena knelt down on the floor, eager to taste him. The view of his large, stiff cock, just an inch away from her mouth, caused her to bite her lower lip. The thick veins around his shaft were throbbing. Precum had already leaked out of his cockhead, and was making its way down towards his balls.
“So naughty…” Cliff groaned, tilting his head back, as she dipped her head, taking him in her hot, wet mouth. Relishing his salty taste, she swirled her tongue around his cockhead, as he reached his hand down towards her. He drove it into her hair, grunting, as his length slipped further and further into her. Helena was burning with desire, feeling his stiffness, as she gripped him hard.
Her pussy was aching for his touch: she was desperate for pleasure; the pleasure that she knew he could give her. She would have loved to get rid of her panties and touch herself. Her show would turn him on even more. She would get to climax with him as well in that case. Still, she would do no such thing. Helena wanted Cliff to take her on that sensual journey. A man’s touch would definitely be preferable to hers. Short, muffled moans were escaping her, as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Stroking him hard, she slid her hand up his stomach and his chest, as the tip of her tongue collected one more, thick drop of precum. But then, she felt some pressure on her wrist. In a swift move, Cliff grabbed it, as he bent his head down. Parting his lips, he led her fingers into his mouth, which put a sexy smile on her face. The heat and the moisture on her skin motivated her to quicken her pace. By now, the muscles on his legs were flexing faster and faster. Still, Helena wanted him to enjoy this even more if possible. So, she reached around, and pulled down the zipper of her dress, revealing her large, luscious breasts. Sadly though, her plans to give him an orgasm were overthrown. Cliff let go of her hand, and bent down. Before she knew it, his hands were under her armpits. Her ersatz scream filled his room, as he picked her up.
“My turn,” he spoke, his voice bursting with lust, as he brought her breasts up to his level. Helena threw her arms around his neck, smiling down at him, as her dress fell onto the floor. She kicked off her high heels, as she felt his hot lips in the middle of her chest. Cliff might have interrupted her, but, never before had she been happier to be interrupted. She was in his strong arms, losing herself in the sensuality of his touch, anticipating more of his caresses. He didn’t fail her. She curled her legs around his waist, as he left a trail of juicy kisses across her chest. Exhaling hard on her skin, he continued down, to the underside of her breast, as he stroked her lower back.
“Awww, yeah…” she whimpered, tipping her head back, as his lips teased her flesh, sending waves of pleasure up and down her spine. Cliff’s right arm released her body, as he snaked his tongue out. The firm squeeze on her breast forced a long moan from her, as the tip of his tongue closed in on her hard, swollen nipple. Helena flexed her arm muscles, and pulled him closer, as he flicked his tongue over her nipple. His French kiss on this sensitive area amplified her desire, and made her wonder why she had not surrendered to him first. He was focused: driven to take care of her needs; and from his deep grunts, proved just how much he was savoring his actions and her body. Cliff started off towards his bed, allowing his tongue to run circles around her nipple. Helena loosened her grip around his neck, letting her hand slide up and into his hair. Gently, he laid her down onto his bed, as he opened his eyes. She licked her upper lip, as her gaze met his. His eyes had darkened with lust, his face contorting with a mix of admiration and desire.
“Nylons…” he hissed, as she lifted her legs up in the air. “I love nylons.”
Helena’s face lit up with yet another smile, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong. Slowly, she pulled it off, maintaining eye contact with him. But, Cliff would not look into her eyes. Instead, he scanned her legs, biting his lower lip, as he got out of his remaining clothes. Getting rid of her panties, she threw them across the floor. This time, Helena couldn’t resist the sight of his sculpted body. She reached down, staring up at the bulging muscles of his shoulders. Still, before she could show him how much she liked what she saw, he climbed into bed. Cliff crawled up to her, his gaze fixed on her left thigh.
“You’re so creamy…” he whispered, planting a long, sensual kiss on her inner thigh, his lips on where her stocking met her flesh. She parted her legs, watching, as he made his way up, kissing her skin, getting closer and closer to her pussy. Her nylons rustled, as he traced his fingers up her legs. Just when they reached his face, he squeezed her flesh, as a louder grunt left his mouth.
“God, yeah!” moaned Helena, tossing her head back as she felt his lips on her clit. They burned her flesh, like lava spewing from a volcano, incinerating everything in its wake. Cliff didn’t waste any time in bringing his fingers closer to her entrance as his tongue darted against her clit. He was relentless, sucking it into his mouth, releasing it, kissing it, as he kept this thumb less than half an inch away from her entrance. He was torturing her… and what a sweet torture it was, lying there, savoring his worship, giving in to the temptation that had stolen her mind since the day she met him. Cliff flicked his tongue against her clit, as he trailed his thumb upward. Helena jolted up, her eyes snapping open, as she felt it slowly penetrating her, stretching flesh that had not been stretched in so long. Her eyes snapped open, as it went deeper, quenching her desire. Trapping her clit between his teeth, he pulled it into his mouth. She liked the view even more than earlier. Cliff’s grunts were louder, a clear sign that he was enjoying this much more than kissing her breasts. His free hand was on her inner thigh, stroking her, as his finger and his mouth sent her into ecstasy. Actually seeing it wasn’t necessary. Helena could feel everything very vividly, her senses were being overwhelmed by his sweet, tantalizing touch, but catching a glimpse of the passion in his every move was more than worth it. Still, he didn’t allow her to keep her eyes open for long. His penetration was giving her too much pleasure, and his tongue was traveling up and down her pussy lips. Helena shut them, moaning louder, as she felt the initial waves of her orgasm rolling through her.
“Cliff!” she cried out, arching up, as he French kissed her pussy, driving his thumb in and out of her, faster, harder, driving her crazy with lust. She gripped the sheets, opening her mouth wide, as her powerful orgasm washed over her, leaving her squirming beneath him. In an instant, the intensity in Cliff’s caresses disappeared altogether. He laid a tentative kiss on her clit, as he eased his thumb out of her. It was if her body was some kind of expensive porcelain, and he was trying his best not to break it.
