Eyes Of Danger (15 page)

I looked over at Tim with his competent hands on the wheel. He seemed to be relaxed. “Where are we going?”

“I was thinking that a wedding in Las Vegas would be nice. What do you think?” There actually was a smile in his voice.

I looked over at him with nothing to say. Married.
Of course
. I had always dreamed of being married. Little girls grew up pretending about big weddings. Married to Tim? Yes! Anywhere anytime.

“Hey, little girl, no fancy comments?”

I watched his scarred hands, thinking they were better on me than on that leather bound wheel.

“I can only think of one thing to say. Yes!” I put my hand on his leg.

“Be careful. That can lead to pulling this car over for a quickie.”

His voice was husky as he quickly glanced down at my hand, then back at the road.

I had to laugh, but I did draw my hand back. I wouldn’t mind a quickie, but I didn’t want to interfere with his plans. “How long is the drive?”

Tim looked over this time with a smile. “About three days if we stop each night to make love.”

I could deal with that. I actually giggled with my nod of agreement. I hadn’t had the pleasure of a cross-country trip with my parents. I had planned so many trips on paper and in brochures as part of my job. I knew so many trips on computers, yet this was my first real one. It was going to be my honeymoon. What more could I ask for?

We took turns driving. After ten hours, we found a nice
Marriot
. We got a great room with all the amenities. We cleaned up before we went to their restaurant on the roof. There, we enjoyed an evening of good food. Tim even proved he could dance. I wasn’t sure why he wanted to splurge, but I didn’t ask. I also did not object. The dancing brought our bodies touching and closer. I had been feeling the heat all evening. Now, for the first time in a couple of days, I was feeling a pain in my lower stomach.

There was some magical something that was drawing Tim and me together. I had never heard of this, so it had to be my special
alarm system
matched by his
sixth sense
. Should the ones who wanted him to fight for them find out about it, would they use it?

“Tim?” I whispered.

Tim’s voice was a whisper also. “I know. I feel it too. Let’s go.”

We made it to the elevator, but in the elevator, we were all over each other. If they had cameras, I am sure someone had been really entertained. Tim had his hands up under my skirt while I had one leg around his hips. I had my hand slide down the front of his pants. We stumbled out of the elevator on our floor, moving down the hall, unable to let go of each other.

Tim struggled to get the card key out of a pocket with his back against the door. He finally got it open as we fell in, down on the carpet. He kicked the door shut with one foot as he pushed my skirt up around my waist. I was working with the belt buckle, button, and zipper. I had him out while he was still on his knees between my legs. He pulled my hips up off the floor instantly sheathed into me, the full length of his arousal.

I put my arms on the floor behind me so that I welcomed him. I rode the elation I was feeling, the heat wrapping around him transferring as the climax came to both of us. He fell forward onto me, but rolled sideways to protect me. We both lay there, panting, staring at each other. It took a while for us to recover enough strength to get up. We held onto each other for support as we got undressed. We went in and took a shower, slowly soaping each other. We then went to bed, naked, where we relaxed touching each other, just letting the arousal build, not as wild as previously, so that we could take our time. It was time to enjoy all the steps that led to the final combustible moment.

We finally stretched out on the bed, lying next to each other and staring up at the ceiling.

“There is a small problem here.” Tim reached over and placed an arm across my stomach.

I knew what he meant. “It becomes a pain. Heat so intense until you release it, I can’t stand it. It doesn’t happen all the time, but when it does, wow.” It was so hard to describe or to find the right words.

He nodded. “I do think it has something connected with that extra sense we have. Do you feel it if I’m not around you? If I am too far away for you to sense me?”

I could not help but smile as I answered. “No, it has to do with contact.”

He seemed to be thinking this over, then looked at me and grinned.

“The answer is that we just have to have more sex.”

I had to laugh. It seemed to be a typical male thing, but it did have some great appeal. We actually fell asleep with the lights on and on top of the covers with no clothes on, but just hanging on to each other.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Tim woke me up.

“Hey, time to stay healthy.”

I heard his raspy, sexy voice in my ear as he slipped his hand between my legs. In no time, he had me hot and wet. He was between my legs, moving softly and slowly. He knew what felt good to me, in, then almost all the way out, then back in until I felt the roughness of his hair against my swollen nub that excited me. I pushed against him, raising my hips off the bed. This time when he pulled out, he pushed back in with force. I cried and I enjoyed the feeling.

We both came together, then almost passed out as we lay exhausted. Tim turned the lights out and we went back to sleep. Life was so good. I should have known better. I had spent enough time belaboring the wasted sleep time.

I really should have spent the time thinking about our connection. I wondered if we could use it to keep us safe. I wondered if it could be any type of lifeline. It had to be something else besides just a sex magnet.

The next morning was slow. For the first time, we both felt like we might have a future together. We lounged in the large bed, played in the family-sized shower, then ate the free breakfast. We made love slow and easy. We also made love hard and fast. We both knew it wasn’t sex—it was love, physical love between two bodies and two minds. We actually made a few plans for the days in Vegas.

Finally, we got everything into the comfortable car. Again, we took turns driving, stopping to fill up for gas. We also bought snacks to eat in the car. We were making good time most of the way across Nebraska, heading towards Colorado. We were now taking state highways instead of the Interstate, so there were a few cities to bypass. Now, there were miles of crops, turning at last into strange dry country with sparse vegetation and funny road signs. Still, it was all beautiful country, viewing the USA the way it should be seen. I couldn’t get enough of it imprinted into my memory. Nor could I get enough of the profile of the man I was with.

Northern Colorado was mountainous, but as we turned south, it became part of the great southern desert. Not really a desert nor really flat, but obviously it felt the lack of constant rain. The deep valleys in this area of the state were rolling small hills covered by dry-looking stunted trees. It had a strange beauty constantly revealed as the road rose over a hill and then returned down. You couldn’t see very far ahead, but I did enjoy the frequent rabbits running along the side.

In a pleasant farm town, Tim pulled over in front of a local restaurant. We got out and stretched. We walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, going in to sit at a booth towards the back. Of course, Tim faced the door, never forgetting his training.

We had the special of the day from a friendly, motherly waitress who also said the strawberry pie was fresh even though the strawberries were not local. We ended up with dessert and decided that we needed to walk off some of the calories. The town was big enough to have a couple of strip malls on the edge, but just down from the restaurant was a drug store beside a general store that looked more interesting than the big chain stores, so we walked along.

There was a lot of traffic on the road as the state highway ran right through town, but the locals pulled up to go into the drugstore. We went into the general store, separating, just to wander. The store was large and clean, with a smell of spices. It had as much to choose from as any
Target
or
Walmart
, and that surprised me. I really didn’t need anything, but it was fun to wander the aisles. I could catch a glimpse of Tim’s head now and then. I found myself in the hair department deciding some clips to hold my hair back for my new style would be nice. I picked up a couple and headed slowly towards the front checkout counters.

I looked around for Tim, but couldn’t see his tall profile anywhere. He must be somewhere behind some of the high displays. I knew he was close because of a nice soft warm feeling. I went ahead to pay for my clips. As I got near the door, I saw him also pay for something as he came on out with a small bag.

We got in the car with Tim driving. I pulled my hair up with one of the new clips. I looked in the mirror on the back of the visor, smiling over at Tim.

“What do you think?” I pulled my hands down to let him see my hair.

“I like it. Look in the bag I got.” He nodded at the small brown paper bag.

I picked it up from the armrest between us. Inside was a small inexpensive jewelry box. In this was a set of small earrings. They were tiny jade hearts outlined in gold. I looked at him knowing I had tears in my eyes.

“When we get to Vegas I will buy you diamond hearts, but for now, these represent my heart.”

I could not even talk but just looked at the precious little hearts. I cleared my throat knowing that no diamonds would ever replace these. I took out my small studs from my ears and replaced them with the hearts. At last, when I had my emotions under control, I reached over to put my hand on his neck.

“I think you’d better find a place to pull over because I have a real pain in my lower stomach.” I smiled at him. I really didn’t, of course. I just wanted to have him inside me after putting on the earrings.

He glanced at me, then swung the big car off the road onto the very next side street and on that thoroughfare, he pulled onto the side. By the time he had the car stopped, I had the center arm rest pushed up so that I was facing him with one leg up on the seat. I was pulling my full skirt up and out of the way, smiling at the man I loved.

“Oh, God, Michelle, I love you so much.”

It was almost a whisper as he pushed the seat back, raised the steering wheel, then slid over to me, between my legs. My skirt went up with his body as he pulled me down on the seat. He took only a second to let me flow into those beautiful dark eyes. He was kissing me in the way that I wanted my kisses.

I felt his hand as he undid his pants. Quickly, he was where he needed to be, inside me. It was a good thing the big car had good shocks, because we both put a lot of effort into blending our bodies, as if we could join together and never be parted. I know he worked hard to make it last, and it was good for me as I had climax after climax. The final real one that was with him took us both out into the universe together.

It took us several minutes to realize that the car was heating up inside. We needed to get outside to clean up, then get on the road. He reached over my head opening the passenger door. The hot air from outside was cooler than the inside of the car.

We both started laughing as we tumbled out into the grass on the side of the road trying to make ourselves presentable.

Finally, we were able to get up and as he started around the car, I stopped him. I put my arms around him to look up into his beautiful eyes.

“I don’t want diamonds. I don’t want these hearts replaced. One is for my heart and one is for yours. They are the most important gift anyone has ever given me.”

Tim held me. Not kissing me or not pressing me to him, but just holding me and looking at the trees behind me.

At last, he let go and said, “We are going to give you some driving lessons.”

I looked at him in confusion. I had been driving for years. I was proud that I had never received a ticket. I had never been in an accident. Of course, I felt some of the lack of accidents was because of my personal alarm system.

We got back in the car with Tim driving for another hour. We saw a sign for a town south of us. He turned and drove until we got to the edge of the small municipality. We followed some signs to the small high school.

The school was closed with the parking lot empty. He had me get in the driver’s seat as he set up some strange barricades. Using the plastic bags we had in the car, he put some at different spots.

He got in and instructed me to back up to the edge of the lot. He told me to head towards the first bag. He wanted me to get the car up to fifty mph in the short space. When I got to the bag, I was to turn around it without slowing down and head back, then stop at the edge.

I thought he was nuts, but I tried. I chickened out the first two times. I didn’t get the speed he wanted, but on the third time, I did get a tight turn. I was able to speed up, then rode the brake to stop.

He had me repeat this repeatedly until I could turn the large car on a dime at fifty mph without losing speed. I could make the stop at the edge of the lot. The large heavy car hung on the tarmac. I began to have faith in it to do what I asked it to do in the turns.

“Okay, good. See the other bags…just go in and out a couple of times.”

They were staggered and I made a slow easy drive through the course.

“Now, do it at fifty.”

I looked at him like he was nuts, but I backed up, stepped on the gas, brought the car up to fifty and made the first couple. Of course, I missed the rest.

“Again.”

It took me a half hour to make the entire run. Even with the AC, my hands were sweating on the wheel. I felt a rush when I made it all the way through, but I looked over at Tim and didn’t see any approval.

“Do it again,” he said in his commanding voice

“Tim, I am getting tired.”

Those piercing dark eyes just glared at me. “You think the bad guys are going to call a break? Do it again.”

I glared back at him, then jammed the car in reverse. I pushed the gas pedal to the floor. I made it all the way through, but the tires squealed from the breaks as we stopped.