Trust Me II (55 page)

“So I have to learn all those colors?” she asked, certain she would never remember the order in which they fell.

“Not at all; once the device has been inserted into, say a baby pram, then it will be hidden from sight. That way if the child has been stolen, the abductor will never know they are being followed.”

“What if the baby is removed from the pram, how do you find it then?”

“The device can be placed anywhere, a blanket, a pacifier, even part of the clothing. I want it to be water resistant and removable so parents can interchange it into different objects.”

“What if the clothing goes through the
warsher
?” Creighton smiled and snorted a form of laughter.

“I
love your accent,” he teased her.

“You’re a fine on to be talking about accents,” she accused, an amused smile crossing her lips. “Your family has me scrambling for a dictionary every time I talk with them.”

“Touché,” he smiled. “And I’m sorry; I remember how confused I was in Kansas this last time. As for the device, the list of bugs that Lawrence and his crew will be working on is extensive.”

“So do you always take a project away from your technical designers before it’s ready?” Creighton bent down and picked up the puppy
as he came sniffing around his feet.

“No actually I don’t, but there was something about this one that made me very anxious to test
it out. I know there will be many more months of research and development to prefect it enough that I can confidently release it to the market, but I am very eager to explore the possibilities on my own.”

“I think you’re having stalker withdrawals,” she teased him. “You want me to wear this thing just so you can keep an eye on me.”

“Possibly,” he frowned. “I didn’t think of it in that manner.”

“I was only teasing.” Sandra reached up and caressed his firm jaw beneath the soft dusting of hair. “I told you, it’s a bit creepy, but I rather like the idea of you stalking me. I honestly don’t think I care much for the idea of anyone else doing it, but the
possibilities of you doing it are rather stimulating.” Creighton visibly relaxing as he wrapped the arm that wasn’t holding the dog around her waist.

“So shall we investigate those possibilities now?” he asked with a wicked grin.

“No,” she objected sternly. “First we have to get this little friend of ours a bed and some food, maybe a toy or two and definitely a leash. Then you may stalk me to your heart’s content.”

“Deal,” he said with a wide smile. “But remember, you agreed to it.”

Sandra couldn’t hold back the laugh or the blush as she thought about the many ways they could have fun with his little device. It was just another way to play with the man she loved.

The following day, Creighton found Sandra in the bedroom folding laundry and smiled as he leaned against the door frame leading to the bathroom, watching. It was a common act, but to see her performing it was rather touching. She had settled into the house and a routine that suited her, much quicker than he would have anticipated.

On her wrist was the watch she had been wearing nonstop since yesterday and his smile increased. After getting
Max settled in, they spent most of the afternoon playing; she would hide and he would find her, perform some unspeakable sexual act on her until she came, then he would push her away and make her hide again. The games continued up until supper and by the time they decided to climb into their large bed, they were both well satisfied and totally exhausted.

Because of the watch, they had investigated their new home in a way nobody ever had before. It was strange; making love to her on the floor of the game room
in the basement was just as much fun as against the door to the attic.

Thoughts of the previous day made his libido react and he smiled as his eyes roamed down her back and across her firm bottom. He didn’t care if she had clothes on or not, he could image her completely starkers and panting without the slightest effort. The idea of having her in his arms, wet and moaning made the bulge in his pants grow
harder.

When she turned to carry the empty basket back into the bathroom, she caught him watching her and blushed. He loved the color of her skin, regardless if it
was pink or scarlet.

“Why didn’t you warn me you were standing there?” she snapped. “You about scared the hell out of me.”

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” he smiled, moving aside so she could pass by. “Besides, I figured if I said anything, you’d put me to work and you know I prefer playing over working.”

“Funny,” she smiled, setting the basket on the floor at the junction between the closet and the bathroom. “I doubt you even know how to fold socks.”

“I know how, I just don’t see a reason for it. You’re only going to put them on again tomorrow, so why fold them.”

“You’re weird,” she said, turning and accepting the arms he offered her.

“You know it.” He kissed her gently, his hands splaying across her buttocks as he pulled her closer to his hard erection.

“Speaking of playing,” he began with a wicked grin. “Yesterday was a lot of fun. Care to repeat the game?”

“I would love to, but Bess is coming by soon with the rest of our stuff. I wouldn’t want her to catch you on your knees in front of me.”

“Would you rather she catches you on your knees?” His right hand moved beneath her tee-shirt as his left pressed her bottom closer
to his hard erection, silently begging her for one of their famous romps.

“I am starting to get bigger,” she warned him softly. “I’m not sure if I can get down on my knees much longer.”

“No fear, there are many other positions we can participate in that will provide the same results.”

“Well, since your housekeeper won’t be here for at least another hour,” she began, stepping backward toward the bed, bringing him with her. “And the housework is finished…”

“And I’ve locked the doors to keep Irena out,” he added.

“Perhaps you could introduce me to some of these other positions you know.”

“I would be delighted,” he whispered, stopping her long enough to pull the shirt over her head and unfastening her new maternity bra.

“What are you going to do to me, if I agree to this afternoon festivity of yours?” she asked him, watching as he knelt down in front of her, his long fingers unzipping the front closure to her pants. He glanced up into her face and smiled.

“I plan on making you come so hard, we have to re-wash the sheets.” Sandra bit her lower lip to fight the urge to giggle then stepped out of her pants as he pulled her legs free. He stood up slowly, his nose and lips caressed her skin as he rose and without warning he lifted her in his arms and carried her the short distance back to the bed, tossing her unceremoniously to the mattress and smiling when she screeched.

“Enough teasing wench,” he warned her, unfastening his pants and pulling his shirt off over his head. “I want you to spread your legs and offer up your goods before I
am forced to mark out a map to your hidden treasure.”

“My treasure is in plain sight; all one has to do to find it
, is look.”

“Aye,” he teased her, climbing up on the bed between her legs, his hands caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs
as he spread her legs further apart. “But what if I cannot see the signs that lead to one’s treasure?”

“Then might I suggest, you feel for it?” Creighton smiled and closed his eyes, his fingers feeling every curve and dip of her body as his lips followed.

Sandra laughed as she laid back against the bed
covers, allowing him full access to her. Playing with Creighton was magical; just when she thought she had learned all he had to teach her, he came up with another game that left her breathless and begging for more. He never seemed to run out of ideas to stimulate and love her.

As the minutes ticked by, the couple slowly explored each other in a new and exciting way, branding each other’s body with hot kisses and small bites. Orgasm was a well-earned treat for their torment; their patience lost and their desire rewarded, they lay embraced an hour later
. The soft sounds of summer echoed the window and wrapping around the room as they found yet another escape in each other’s touch; the sweet tranquility and desperate retreat of sleep.

“My dad told me a neighbor is selling some of his livestock
,” Creighton said a few hours later as they unpacked the rest of their clothes. Sandra smiled, hanging her jacket in the closet and stepping back. She placed her hands on her hips and looked around at the many empty boxes. Having a place to hang her coat was the first step in being home.

“Why is he selling
them?” she asked, helping him gather the boxes together.

“He’s going to
lose his farm to unpaid mortgage if he doesn’t find a way to come up with the money. He has a good farm, but the times have been hard and he hasn’t been able to plant his crops the way he used to.”

“What’s the problem?”

“He and his wife are in their forties and she discovered she was pregnant last fall. They had twin girls a few weeks ago and because of her age and health, they were born premature. She had high blood pressure and nearly died giving them life. They have seven other children, so he’s had his hands full with them and trying to take care of the farm alone while his wife is at hospital with the babies. Everything is piling up on him at once; he hasn’t been able to scrape together the mortgage. I figured we need the animals and he needs the money. It’s a win-win situation for all of us.”

“Why do I have a feeling, this is going to be the most expensive livestock in the county?”
She smiled at him as they took the boxes down stairs and set them by the front door.

“Maybe because it is,” he answered
and she couldn’t resist laughing at the childish grin on his handsome face.

“So how much is he behind on the mortgage?”

“About ten thousand euros, but the lean on his property is sixty thousand.”

“So seventy thousand for the livestock and possibly some feed, should take care of things nicely?”

“See how well we communicate?” he teased her, wrapping her in his arms and hugging her to his chest. Sandra laughed with him, taking his hand as they walked out the front door to where they had parked the car the night before.

She smiled as he held the door to the
new black Mercedes open and sat down, watching him walk around to the driver’s side. It was amazing how eager this man was to help out his fellow man and at times like this, she didn’t mind him spending money. Like he said, it was a win-win situation.

“How much room do we have for animals?” she asked as they pulled down the circular drive.

“Depends on how much work you want to do. We can easily have several hundred head of cattle, sheep, hogs; all of it. But I’m not sure if I’m all that eager to have you in the barn all day; that is unless I’m with you.”

“Well, we haven’t tried out the hayloft yet,” she teased him watching the smile grow larger as he turned the corner and drove down the road, past several farms and houses.

They pulled up in front of a long narrow stone building, typical for the houses in the area. Outside were several children of various ages all working at some odd job; weeds were being pulled, grass was being mowed – what there was of it – and in the background was a tall figure of a man in dark brown pants and tan shirt, brown hat and boots. He had a stick in his hand and was using it to corral the sheep inside the old wooden fence.

“His name is Jason McFadden,” Creighton said as he turned off the engine, catching the attention of the two oldest boys working in the front yard.

“Are the babies’ home yet?”

“No, and it doesn’t look like they will be for a few more weeks. Ellen, his wife, delivered at twenty-eight weeks. She spends most of her time with them while Jason is here to take care of the family and farm.”

“Isn’t there any other family that can help?”

“His parents are in the area and help as much as possible
, but they are elderly and can only do so much and they have their own place to take care of. For the most part, it’s just Jason and Ellen.”

“
Okay, just so we’re on the same page,” Sandra said when he came around to open her door. “Seventy thousand dollars…er, euros, for the livestock, minus several that will help them get back on their feet; enough feed to start out the herd and whatever other oddities you can find to purchase, right?” Creighton laughed as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

“That’s another reason I love you,” he said. “Great minds think
alike.” Sandra’s smile broadened as they approached the man who came around the side of the house, wiping his forehead on his shirt sleeve as he removed his hat.

Creighton conducted himself on a whole different level of professionalism than the one she witnessed in Kansas. He laughed with the older boys who asked about the car and even told them they could sit in it, then smiled and shook Jason’s hand before introducing Sandra to him.