Moonlight Meetings - Three Erotic Supernatural Stories (The three first stories from Suzy's Adventures) (12 page)

She took a deep breath. This was no time for silly speculations. “Get as dry as you can.” Suzy pointed at her bedroom. “I’ll fix tea.”

The man disappeared into Suzy’s bedroom, and Suzy busied herself with preparing tea and instant coffee. Those tasks were about as complicated as any she could deal with right then. Measure coffee, pour into cup, add some more coffee, top up with lots of sugar, end of process. Teabag into cup, followed by water. Nice and simple. Nothing like being assaulted on the street, or tricked into beds or forest clearings by strangers. Not that she regretted those moments, but a piece of normality was welcome.

Behind her, she heard the man exit her small bedroom. Tea and coffee done, she took the cups, turned around, and stopped. The teacup slipped from her hand and fell to the carpet with a dull
clunk.

“I should mention,” the man said, “that those men we met might come again. They were – are you unwell?”

“Jesus Christ
,
” Suzy croaked.

“That religion is familiar to me.” He looked delighted and pursed his lips in thought. “Three denominations, if I remember correctly. Orthodox, Roman Catholic, and – ”

“
Put some damn clothes on
,” Suzy wheezed and turned around.

She had expected Cai to still be in his clothes or have wrapped the towel around him, but he had emerged from her bedroom stark naked, like some clueless Greek demigod. If there had been an angel on Suzy’s shoulder, it would have said
you
should have averted your eyes sooner
, but because her shoulders were devil-only, her first thought was
what a body.
She could still see it reflected in a framed poster on her wall, and she could not take her eyes off him. He had a physique of a man who spent his days hauling rocks and climbing trees. He was, she supposed, just above very fit – but his body had not a hint of fat, instead showing off every sinew and muscle, rippling under skin bordering on the white. In the faint orange glow of the candelabra, he looked as if he was made out of copper. Even stranger, naked he looked even more like Greene. Suzy wondered if they were related, cousins or even brothers. That thought quickly led her imagination down a track that had her shoulder-devil sniggering madly, so Suzy clamped her teeth together and tried to make her mind blank.

“My clothes are wet,” he said. “I thought you meant –”

“The towel,” Suzy said though clenched teeth. She pointed over her shoulder at the bedroom door. “Around you.”

“You find the sight of me unpleasant?”

Suzy ogled the reflection in the framed poster. He couldn’t be serious, but he looked honestly embarrassed. She wondered if all English were like this. If so, she was definitely going there one day.

“Just – get the towel.” She would stop staring now. Right now. Any second. “I’ll make more tea.”

“I can wipe up the tea,” he said. “It was my fault that you spilled it.” Still naked, he knelt down and began to prod at the floor with the towel.

“
Get dressed
,” Suzy ordered and walked stiffly towards her kitchenette. Any more of this and her already troubled brain would have a meltdown. Worse, the cold was getting to her; she had goose bumps all over her body. She didn’t feel unpleasantly cold, but that was the only explanation. The cold. Nothing else.

“I’m taking that shower,” Suzy declared and opened the door to her miniature bathroom. “You make tea.” She hesitated. “You know how to operate a water boiler, right?”

“Absolutely,” he said with the air of the planet’s most enthusiastic liar.

“Don’t set fire to the flat. I’ll be only a moment.”

She slammed the bathroom door shut behind her and breathed out. The bathroom was small, barely large enough to house the shower cabin, but it meant a moment of solitude. As steam began to fill the air, she pictured Cai in his towel again. That had been something. No, she corrected herself; it still was something. Cai was still out there, in her flat, probably doing his best to ruin her kitchenette. Completely lost inside a home, yet perfectly cool when taking on armed men twice his size. And gifted with the body of an Olympic lightweight boxer. A familiar warmth spun leisurely in the pit of her stomach as she stepped out of her dripping clothes, and she grinned at her mirror. No one could blame her for having enjoyed the sight. Now if it only wasn’t so tempting to go back out there and put her hands on that alabaster body...

A sharp ringing pierced her thoughts. Suzy cursed; of course her phone had to ring just as she was about to step into the shower. And worse, she had to take the call; it was past midnight, so anyone calling now had to have a good reason. They would better have, or else.

Muttering to herself, Suzy wound a towel around her, opened the door, and padded out. Cai was still there, inspecting the underside of the water boiler. Thankfully, he had tied his towel around his waist, although so low that it was doomed to fall off any second. When he saw Suzy, he smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She sighed; at least her kitchen wasn’t on fire yet.

Her phone was in her bedroom, so she ran past Cai, as much to reach the phone as to avoid the urge to touch his skin. Once inside her bedroom, she flung herself across the mattress, fumbled around under the bed, and finally found the handset.

“Hello?” she said.

A faint buzz, followed by a strange
whoosh
, like a distant wind.

“Anyone there?” Suzy checked the display on the phone but the number was withheld
.
Just
typical. Probably an automated sales message that had crept through her advertisement decline service. She hung up and turned to rise when the phone rang again.

“What?” she demanded. She hoped the shower cabin wouldn’t be flooded.

“
Suzy Oliviera?
” A deep male voice, not hostile but not exactly friendly either. The caller had a British accent.

“Speaking,” Suzy said. “What’s going on?”

“
You have returned to your grounds safely. We are thankful.
”

Suzy took the phone from her ear and frowned at the plastic thing as if it could tell her who the caller was. “Yeah,” she replied. “Me too. Who the hell is this?”

“
Caiside arrived in time to protect you, we heard.
”

“I don’t need any friggin protection,” Suzy snapped. “Are you a friend of his? He’s here, so you might want to come by and pick him up. He’s kinda lost.”

“
He can look after himself.
We need your help urgently.
”

“A job?” Suzy asked. She would need one eventually, but not from an employer calling at midnight and speaking in riddles. “Sorry, but I already got one lined up. Well, sort of. Anything else I can do? I’ve got the water running and a stranger in my flat.” No such thing as the truth at the best of times.

“
A task
,” the voice said. “
You have the mark to cross the border. We need an item delivered.
”

“A parcel?”

“
An artefact. It is the Medallion of Baath. Yes, the legendary divider. I know it is hard to believe we have retrieved the item, but it is – ”

“What’s that, a painting?” Suzy rolled over onto her back. “I don’t know what you’re on about, but you’ve got the wrong girl.”

There was a short pause.
“It is the medallion itself. You must have heard of it.”

Suzy snorted. Cai’s friends were as deranged as he was. She wondered if they were as pretty. “Sorry,” she said. “You want something moved, hire a courier. Or a removal company.”

“
This is no assignment for any ordinary messenger. We need you. Can we trust you to do what’s right?
”

“Sure you can. Bye-bye, now.” Suzy hung up, unplugged the cable, dropped the phone on the floor and stared at her ceiling. The wind and the rain outside swung the streetlights, creating ripples in the shadows in her room. The sight was hypnotizing.

Her bed. It was
nice.
She’d forgotten how soft it was. When she tried to rise, he legs seemed made out of oak. All the sugar must have left her system. She’d rest just a moment, get her strength back –

– no, what was she thinking? She had company, and the water was running. No time to rest.

Then she realized she
had
been sleeping, nodding off in mid-thought. Bad, treacherous, wicked bed! She crawled off the mattress and staggered out into the other room. Cai was gone, but the water was still running in the shower. Suzy wondered how long the water had been on? This was no way to cut down on her water bill. At least there was no water outside the bathroom door, but the hot water had created a dense mist worthy of any rainforest. She checked that the front door was locked and tossed her towel over her laptop. Finally, peace and quiet. She closed the bathroom door behind her, opened the shower cabin’s plastic door, and stepped right into a re-undressed and soapy Caiside.

Only seeing him naked again stopped Suzy from screaming. The sight, along with him being so close, turned her shout into a long, undignified wheeze. He looked equally surprised, standing frozen with the showerhead raised over his head. At his feet stood Suzy’s sizable battery of shampoos and shower gels, half of them uncorked.

Cai’s face took on that maddening bashfulness again, but then he smiled, and his modesty melted into a new impression. He may have been all politeness before, but there was nothing coy about his present grin. Suzy could read the invitation as if spelled out in bold letters.

The past hours caught up with Suzy. The flight, the thoughts, the fight, the adrenaline rush, the madcap sprint through the rain – all of the events washed through her and took with them all restraint. She needed relief, and she needed it badly. She’d earned this.

One step took Suzy inside the cabin, where she put her hands on the wall on each side of Cai and then used her body to push him against the tiled wall. She fixed his gaze to make sure he wouldn’t shrink back – not that he could, given that Suzy more or less had him pinned – and then promptly pressed her lips onto his. He was shorter than she was but not by many centimetres, so she did not have to tilt her head much. Cai made a muted but pleased sound and kissed her back, using his tongue to part Suzy’s lips and touch hers.

Suzy shivered with pleasure as feeling his statue-like body against hers sent tremors racing down her back. Once again, she was reminded of the man with whom she’d made love in the forest; they had the same tone to their skin, the same lithe build and similar eyes. The greatest difference was that this man was a head shorter, less wide over his shoulders, and much younger. But he was just as irresistible, as if put together by nature with the sole purpose to drive her gleefully insane. Not that she complained.

She raised a hand to fix the showerhead in its mount and then ran her hands up and down along his sides, all the way from the top of his arms down to his lean waist. His kisses grew more intense and he pulled her close, all hints of indecision completely gone, and kissed her face, her neck, her shoulders. One of his strong hands gripped her neck loosely while the other slid down and stayed at her lower back. Suzy’s legs grew unsteady and she leaned against the wall again, then she pushed at him as if trying to fuse her body with his. Mother of all midnight blessings, this was a treat. Tomorrow and all its inevitable questions and dilemmas could wait until, well, tomorrow. She wanted this strange, slightly nutty and absolutely gorgeous man, and she wanted him now.

 When she had regained her balance, Suzy continued to explore his body. When a quick pinch of a nipple resulted in a pleasing moan, she bent down, bit lightly, and then sucked at his nipple, first gently and then harder. Suzy felt his body respond as if shot through with lightning; he grew hard against her within seconds. While she continued to nip and suck at his nipple, Suzy touched him with one hand and then smiled, noting more similarities between her woodland lover and this man. Feeling playful and enjoying to be in some form of control – well, perhaps not entirely in control – she lowered herself farther down, placed his hardness between her breasts, and then slowly moved herself up and down while she put her lips around his other nipple. She paused, pumped put some soap in her hand, rubbed it along his length and then continued to move herself up and down, pressing him close.

Cai shuddered, leaned his head back against the wall, and keened in pleasure. She could feel his body tense like a coiled spring, building up tension with every move she made. Suzy felt like laughing; after the street fight, this was heaven. The air was hot and almost opaque with moist. She wondered how insane she could drive this delicious man before he exploded.

Grinning, Suzy reached down, but Cai caught her wrist and pulled her upright. Before she could argue, Cai sank down to his knees while running his tongue along her, briefly touching one of her nipples, then continuing down, past her thighs and in between her legs. Suzy was about to protest; she had looked forward to making him lose all control, but then his tongue touched the centre of her pleasure, and her protest died on her lips with a loud groan. She tilted her head back and smiled at the ceiling, moving her hips slowly while Cai used his lips and tongue to send waves of delight through her. If this was what he wanted, then fine. He certainly knew what he was doing.