Alaska Black Gold Box Set (7 page)

The heat of arousal courses through me, and it’s unforgivable. I can’t control my passion and my dick fill with juice and it’s ready to explode any minute. I grab her and hold her in my arms. I want to fuck her and eat her pussy. She pulls away from me.

“If you think I will subject myself to you any longer then you are sadly mistaken. Get out of this room.” I can’t bear to have her talk to me with such contempt and indifference. I want her as she had been before, warm and soft.

“Let me at least explain to you why I’m married.”

“There is no excuse why a man is married. He’s married because he wants to be married. You should have said something before you continued this fiasco with me.” We are standing trading angry words with each other. “I have to go to bed because I’m leaving early in the morning,” Olivia says against my protest.

“I’m not going to let you go,” I say in desperation.

“Now that is a new one. How are you going to stop me?”

“You can’t afford the passage back to Seattle.” I say with a smirk. “And I’m not going to give it to you until you hear me out.”

“How do you know I can’t? I told you before that I didn’t want anything from you.”

“Then let me have my baby.”

“What? Have you lost your mind?” Her eyes narrow and her voice raise a few volumes.

“Then you do want something from me.” I glance at her with a closed grin. She narrows her eyes and opens her mouth, and I want something from her.

I want to feel her full lips caress my hard cock. I want my come to flow in her mouth, and I want her to swallow it, but she’s so angry with me I couldn’t imagine her doing that or anything else.

Measuring my steps I walk closer to her and her fresh shower smell makes me irrational and I take chances. I place my hand on her curly mound passing over it and then looking into her big glaring brown eyes. I insert my two fingers in her opening. When they ease in, her eyes close and her opening is pulsating and she is wet. I can feel her arousal. She wants me and she’s too stubborn to admit it.

Olivia doesn’t say stop and she doesn’t pull away from me this time. She stands there and let me kiss her on the neck. She even moves her head back and to the side so I can get a better position. I reach and pull that towel away from her body that’s separating me from my goal.

My mouth moves down to her breasts, and she’s standing there with her nipples hard and elongated. My lips wrap around her nipple and one hand surrounds her full hard breasts and the other is massaging her clit. I’m sucking her nipples one after the other and she’s standing there letting me take her.

I’m hard and ready to come. I remove my finger from her folds, and I pick her up and to my surprise she allows me to do it. Her head lays on my chest and shoulder. I turn off the lights and lay her in the bed. I’m between her legs and I’m sucking and moaning and I’m beyond excited and aroused.

Then to my surprise she says, “Take off your pants.” My knee is on the bed and I step from the bed and slide out of my flannel pajama bottoms and drop on the floor in front of me. “Stand there,” she says to me. I’m standing at the end of the bed and my cock is hard and she moves to me and holds it in her hand and glances up at me. Then she eases her warm mouth around my cock.

She sits on the bed holding my buttocks with my cock in her mouth. I take my finger and trace the ridges of her soft mouth. I look down at her and I like the picture of her brown lips with my white cock disappearing into her lovely mouth, and I can’t hold on to my come. It spills into her lovely little mouth as if it’s her tight pussy.

I empty it all and she looks up to me and she raises her head and swallows every bit of it and I know that I want this woman. I want her so bad that I will find a way to get my divorce if I have to give away fifty present of my company. That’s how I know I really have it bad. I don’t want to be away from Olivia. I want her with me every day.

I
made a call to a taxi service shortly after Chance said he is married. I was so pissed with him and myself that I could have screamed. What is wrong with me, didn’t I see this coming? A man like him, handsome, rich with a drop dead gorgeous body living alone in the wilderness, it was either he was married, or gay. And he’s nowhere near being gay. Working in a place like this, I should have known someone had to be waiting for him to come home.

You don’t have to knock me over the head twice for me to get it. He’s married and the only thing I can be to him is a fuck once a year if then. I glance at him sleeping basking in his own arrogance. I can imagine what he’s thinking.
She sucked my dick after I broke the news of the wife.
I’m sure he enjoyed the joke but the jokes on him.

The driver will pick me up early in the morning. It will be dark when I leave Chance. He tells me that he wants me, then he drops the bomb on me that he’s married. I love him but I can’t be with him under these circumstances. I can’t wait to get back to Seattle and take a pregnancy test.

Finally I contact Carrie and make her feel guilty about abandoning me. Jackson feels guilty about leaving me alone with Chance, and he says that he will pay my salary for the months he had contracted me. After all, it wasn’t Chance who hired me, and I didn’t want him to pay me.

The whole idea of Chance paying me is obscene and plain crazy. What was he going to do throw in extra pay for how often he fucked me? Should I get a bonus for letting him eat me, and a triple bonus for me sucking his dick? I wanted to feel him in my mouth and body because it would be the last time I would see him. Deep down I wanted him to remember me. He comes so quick that I didn’t get a chance to enjoy it.

Carrie’s advice, “Try it you might like it, especially with a man you love.” And I did like what I did with Chance. How can it be wrong if you love someone? It was wrong when he didn’t tell me that he was married and continued with our relationship. This would have never gone as far as it did or would it?  I’m in love with him and that is why I feel like a bitch for fucking a married man.

I sucked him dry because I wanted him to have the best sleep of his life, and when he wakes in the morning, I will be gone.

I stood over him glancing at him with his incredible strong arms with that incredible body, and he’s at peace, I hated to have to leave him. What would happen if I stay? I don’t know because my bags are packed, I’m closing the door, and waiting by the front door until I see the cab. I see the lights of the van and I rush out through the snow and jump in. The driver has me at the Fairbanks airport in no time. Just as Chance had said the snow finally stopped falling and the roads were clear.

I reached the ticket counter and I’m catching my breath. My ticket is there. I let out a full breath of relief. Jackson took care of everything even the cab service. I have to give him a hug when I see him. 

Three hours later I landing in Seattle and Carrie should be waiting outside for me. There are people scurrying for rides and horns blowing. I turn to see Carrie driving a new BMW.

“What the fuck Carrie?” I say leaning in the window. “Open the trunk.” I toss my bags in the trunk and stand looking at the shiny new car.

“Hop in Olivia. Do you like it?” I climb in and close the door and Carrie takes off.

“Where did you get this new car?” I say looking around at all the fancy buttons and dashboard.

“It’s a present from Jackson. You know Chance’s brother.”

“Yes, I do know. But why would he give you something so expensive?” She looks at me with a sly smile. I have you and Jackson to thank for leaving me with that man. He’s my savior but...”

“What’s the matter didn’t you have a great time looking and fucking his handsome brother?” I look at her trying to hide my embarrassment. “Yes, I know what went on. And you got paid to do it. Now I would say that is a great time.” I glanced at her and my eyes narrowed.

“Carrie you are missing the big picture. I didn’t go there to be a rich man’s mistress. I have a teaching job. I want to be a teacher. This was supposed to be a job to cook and clean. That’s respectable. I wanted this situation to be respectable, and now I have to go to work and inform the school district that I am pregnant.”

When Carrie heard my words she came to a full stop throwing me forward. Thank goodness for the red light she might have stopped the car in the middle of the street. She turns to me and smile.

“Not bad. You passed all the expensive toys for the child support and I bet it will be enormous,” she says with a wink.

“What are you talking about?” I hadn’t plan on this but Carrie’s mind works a certain way and no amount of trying to change her mind to see things my way will work. She has ideas about getting her a rich husband. An idea that is foreign to me. I don’t even know any rich men black or white, until now.

“I wasn’t trying to get pregnant and he’s married. What am I going to say to the school administrator? “Oh by the way, I’m pregnant and I won’t be able to work the complete nine months. I have to break my contract. I may not have a job after that.”

“Then don’t tell them.”

“Just go in there and deceive them?” I question. “I could lose my teaching license. I have to disclose it.”

When I look up, Carrie is driving down a street I’m not familiar with. “Where are you going?”

“To our apartment.”

“We can’t afford the rent in this part of town.”

“We can now. Jackson owns the building and he gave me this apartment. If you weren’t so full of yourself and with high morals you could have your own apartment too. I know you and when you said you were coming home, you didn’t have a dime and you wouldn’t accept anything from Chance Gold. Those boys are stinking rich.”

“You bet your ass I wasn’t taking anything from him. Not after I found out he was married.”

“But you’re pregnant. What about the child?”

“What about the child? I have to take a test to be sure. Did you buy it?”

“Yes. I put it in your room,” she says shaking her head.

T
he BMW that Carrie said she owned came with its own parking space in a beautiful high rise. I looked around like a child in a candy store.

“I have to pay rent at least my half. I don’t feel right living here without giving you or Jackson something.”

“When are you going to learn that sometimes you have to relax and float along with the tide?”

“Only when I’m not in danger of falling off a cliff. Living with you is like that and I have never been able to relax the way you can.” Carrie opens the door to the apartment and I’m floored at the beautiful modern furniture and chandeliers situated throughout the apartment. The wide open foyer and the marble floors and then the expensive wooden floors were just too much.

“These floors are heated throughout the apartment. You can walk anywhere, go barefoot, and you don’t have to wear slippers if you don’t want to,” Carrie says following me as I take a tour of the place.

The kitchen is the first place I stop. It’s to the left and is larger than our old apartment. I rush to the double door stainless steel refrigerator, and I open it, and to my surprise it is filled with everything including a large supply of my favorite yogurt, juice and sandwich meats.

I turn to Carrie. “We don’t have finances for this kind of food and luxuries. We can’t just take this from Jackson. There’s always a price. What does Jackson want in return?”

“Why can’t a man who has money give his lover this?” And she opens her arms points around as if she is a model showing off the latest cars.

“Because there is a name for women who take gifts from a man. Especially gifts of this magnitude.”

“Well there is a name for a woman who give it away for free without getting anything from a man. She’s called a fool.” I knew Carried was being harsh but so was I with my nasty comment. I didn’t want to hurt her feeling when she thought she was doing the best she could to keep a roof over our heads.

Neither one of us had a dime when she met Jackson and I know Carrie slept with him not for his money but because she liked him. Her problem was that she fell in love too easy and she would have liked him if he was broke. Thank god he had money, otherwise, we both would have been sleeping on a park bench or worse yet in an abandon building in a crime ridden area in a seedy part of Seattle.

“I’m sorry Carrie. I should be thankful for a friend like you. I know you were thinking about me.” She shoots me a wide eyed innocent Carrie smile and I can’t help but hug her.

“Now let’s see your room.” When she opens the door, my mouth falls open. The bed is huge. A California king with the most luxurious bedding. I throw myself on it.

“Look at these sheets.” I pass my hand over them. They’re like a babies skin; soft and smooth. “They’re Egyptian cotton and they have to cost at least five hundred dollars,” I say glancing up at her.

“They’re double that amount.” She stops talking about sheets. “I put your pregnancy kit over there.” She points to the dresser. My eyes wander to her and to the dresser then back to her. Do I want to find out whether I’m pregnant now? I scold myself for not taking birth control pills.

I thought that was a way to prevent me from going too far with a man, I didn’t want to get married. I hadn’t counted on this happening in my future. I want to be a teacher. Who knew that when I traveled to Alaska to cook and clean that this would happen to me?

“I hear the bell,” Carrie says turning away in the direction of the door. “I’ll be right back because I want to know.” I angle my head because I don’t understand. “Are you or aren’t you?” She places her hands on her stomach. This was a joke to Carrie but it was serious and very real to me. I walk to the dresser, stand and glanced down, but still I can’t bring myself to pick up the box.
So who is sticking their head in the sand this time?
I scold myself.

The door opens and I reach for the box. “Carrie, I’m going to get this over with,” I say unaware of who’s in the room.

“I’m not Carrie.” The voice is sexy, indulgent, and relaxed. “Please take the test. I want to know if I’m going to be a father.” I jerk around and standing in my room is Chance Gold.