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Chapter 5
“Get up. I've got a surprise for you.”
“Fuck off,” I mumbled. I was having a good dream. A world where impolite French people, actually just specifically one, was groveling at me feet and cleaning my boots by his luscious tongue. And I wanted to enjoy it... thoroughly. I was a big white polar bear in a cave as far as I was concerned. Grrrrr.
“Get your fat ass up!”
“Yep, insult, That's definitely gonna make me get up,” I retorted with one eye open.
“Ugugug!”
Before I knew it, some gigantic force had ripped me out of my bed by the wrist and left me cold on the floor.
Ouch...
“Alana?”
“Mmm?”
“Hold me,” I sighed and held my arms opened wide. I laughed as she growled and foamed at the mouth.
Fine with me. The floor was just as cold as the bed anyways.
With a huge sigh, she flopped her hands up in reprieve and opened the cart door to leave. Good reddens.
“Where is that music coming from?” My ears perked up immediately...
“That's what I was trying to tell you,” Alana ducked back in, “Some British chaps are having a party in the bar cart!”
“Oh...”
“They're pretty cute...” she singed.
Mmm, maybe I could go.
“There's good music...”
I could get up... if I wanted to.
“There's booze?”
And sold... to the lady with the Beretta 9mm!
By the time we made it to the cart, Alana had already managed to pull off my frumpy extra sweatshirt and had fluffed my hair with enthusiasm. I told her it was a lost cause, but she insisted I be a little aware of my appearance.
What I was aware of, I told myself, was my ass freezing into a blizzard of cool aid. Even with my red form fitting sweater on, I was still chilled to the bone.
“You know if you put a little meat on that body, you wouldn't be so cold.”
I kind of shuffled my feet just then and pulled at my sweater unconsciously at Alana's words. I knew I was small, she didn't need to point that out.
“Oh relax, you're gorgeous, it was just a suggestion.” I smiled but the complement went over my head like an unwanted snow ball before we headed in.
A pile of noise released itself as soon as the cart door opened, and I swear I think I saw Alana smile genuinely when our eyes met the light glow of candle light and bar glasses full of earthy and rich brown beer. It was almost beautiful I thought to myself.
When the shock had subsided, Alana smirked and dragged me by the hand towards a large group of men all sitting on or at a table. “Oh! Dove! There you are! We were beginning to send the hounds. Pretty ladies are quite valuable on this train, I do decree,” a handsome man smirked with a draped arm over the table. I tucked my hair behind my ear at the sight of him. He had a smile that had a feeling of home. It was refreshing. To meet people who hadn't been tainted by the cold, people who still had a lot of life still in them.
Another good looking man next to him, with blond hair and blue eyes smiled, and got up from his seat in a gentlemanly gesture, “Please?” he suggested. I nodded and took the seat. I had to admit the smell of whiskey on his breath was comforting as he joked, “Beasts such as us need no chairs to admire these sights.”
I laughed and kind of unconsciously snuggled up near Alana. It was still cold after all, despite the warm looks we received from so many men. I smiled and started to loosen up just before a pair of eyes caught me amongst the gentlemen.
I frowned and he smirked with a cigarette in hand...
Right across from me. Snop doggie dog. Damn it.
“Max here was just saying how Alana had a sister, he didn't mention that she was so lovely.”
“Yes well,” I flicked my eyes away from his serious eyes, “I don't think it's his nature to be so polite.”
A man laughed next to me, “Ah, so you two have met! We'll forgive me love,” he smiled, “but be warned half the men in this room, are anything but polite. And many, I have noticed, have true alternative motives. Be warned!” A share of thick masculine cheers and hollers accompanied the little speech.
All but Max laughed and slug a beer in the air in grand toast.
“May we buy you two a shot?”
“Yes please,” I nodded.
I planned to get shit faced tonight anyways. My nerves were at it's wits end.
And so I figured screw it, it was my train ride and I can get drunk if I want to.
“What's you're poison angel? Vodka?”
“Make it a double.”
Two hours later and the bar had only grown more rowdier. More than a hand full of passangers were passed out on the floor, Alana was standing on a table singing Lady Ga Ga songs, and I somehow managed to be having a conversation with a beer bottle.
The scary part?
It looked like it was talking back.
Another half hour of this and I'd soon be gushing my entire life's story to the poor soul next me. I had a lot of daddy issues, and since I didn't feel like going all Oprah tonight, I got up and avoided the situation all together. What can I say. I get sentimental when I'm hammered.
“Hey! Where are you going angel?” Some voice asked behind me in the abyss.
“I'm going...” god being drunk on a train was a real bitch, “Somewhere!”
I tripped over a passed out man half naked and half shaved on the floor before making it to the sliding door. I felt dizzy. The room was spinning in circles. Spinning like a bottle. I decided finally that I had to go find the conductor. He needed to make it stop this turning. I'd tell him to stop going in circles! I was on a dead line damn him! Mark my words... I'd get to Monroe.
Hell I could drive this thing better than he could! I mean who drove a train in circles? Stupid.
“Looking for something?” a deep broody voice asked a few steps in front of me. I had to walk a few more just before his pretty face became clear. Sadly, by the time it did, his scent was already surrounding me and the warmth of his body tempting as ever. Making me feel funny and tranquil.
“Oh it's you,” I sighed dramatically and took a step back so I could lean against the window.
“Oui.”
“You know... sometimes. You know I don't know. I don't know what stuck who up your butt, but most people, generally think I'm adorable,” I told him while attempting to see an entire face. I wasn't sure, but I'm sure he was scowling at me... as per usual.
“I mean...” I stood up proudly, “What's wrong with me?”
He sighed and because Max was so close, I felt the hot breath caress and warm my face. Probably the nicest thing the bastard's ever done for me.
He was such a smug, cold hearted...
“There is nothing wrong you, plum.”
Huh? I missed a few thousand steps...
“Okay, then... what's wrong with you?” I questioned and attempted to study his enigmatic face from our close proximity.
“I don't know,” he said simply.
Finally! Something me and satin have in common I decided with a swivel and a shiver. He must have seen, because he was staring again. And he surprised me even more when he suddenly took my blue fingers and rubbed them in-between his. It was completely unexpected by me. I confusion soon drenched my thoughts.
“Hey... you're... why are you being so nice? Your not nice.”
“No, I'm not,” he agreed eying me.
I started to sway and grabbed whatever I could when the train moved in its own accord. He caught me, while I caught the potent smell of his sun kissed skin. I pretend that the sight of his olive warm neck strained and hovering over me with strength, didn’t give me comfort even as it brushed sweetly against my cheek.
“I'm going to go see the conductor now,” I murmured when my legs were straight enough, “You can come if you like. I plan on being nasty to him. You're good at that. You'll do sailer.”
I breezed past him and he followed along.
“Ouch,” I stumbled to the floor. Boy, I was good at this. Being drunk and playing it smooth in front of Mr. Condescending.
When big warm hands came behind me and kind of hugged me up to my feet, I swung around to look him in the eyes... he had nice eyes. Arrogant ones.
“I think you should rest before you give the conductor the second degree huh?” he whispered softly and even though I didn't feel like listening, I began to feel myself being led towards that general direction anyway.
“Do you hate me?” I wondered out loud. Not that I cared or anything...
“Of course I do,” he answered right back with a smirk.
I didn't even bother with the lights, when we arrived to my luscious suite, “Do you really think I look like a child?” I asked while watching him sit me down and take off my boots, lace by lace, warm finger by sweet warm finger.
“Sure.”
“Why?”
“I don't know. Pourquoi? Why do you ask so many questions when you are drunk.”
“You're an ass...” I hiccuped, “You're just lucky you look like that. Otherwise...you'd be a boring, lonely ass.”
“Look like what exactly?” he rose an eyebrow.
As if he didn't already know. I rolled my eyes, but somehow they landed right back on the knowingly handsome man who was currently placing my boots underneath the bed with care.
Christ... I must be drunk.
He sighed then and looked me over as if I were a huge mess. Oh me...
He had no idea.
“Now what am I suppose to do with you?” he wondered out loud.
I sighed as if it were an obvious matter before thralling my arms up into the air, “Undress me,” I stated dramatically with a toss of my head.
But instead of the laugh I expected he seemed to look at me in all seriousness for along moment. I didn’t know what he was thinking about, but eventually with a sigh the warmth of his hands surrounded my hips and his hot breath was floating across my face. I didn't expect him to be tender... he wasn't suppose to be tender.
Hazily and curiously, I watched his hands lift my sweater over my head, placing one hand at a time outside of the warm material until the sweater had left my body. I quietly stared as he ran his fingertips through my hair and away of my chocolate eyes that the dragged sweater had created.
I could have told him to fuck off when his arms stretched around mine or when his thought provoking eyes took in every detail he did to my body... but I couldn't sum the courage. And if it weren't for the alcohol, I knew I probably would have pushed him away uncomfortably and put myself in my own bed. But alas, all I could think about was how nice I felt to being taken care of at this moment. No one had ever done this for me before.
Our eyes met and I tranquilly watched as he dipped his face past my face and let his lips brush against my bare neck. I heard a thick swallow from him and watched in confusion as he studied my face, my neck, my chest...
“Would you like me to continue?”
I nodded slowly.
He sighed heavily and I momentarily wondered why to him it would seem like such a hard job to do.
“Lay down,” his ordered gruffly and I submitted to his request, despite how embarrassingly my chest was starting to rise and fall. And surely, as I lay there heaving and thrusting, he could see now, through my thick facade.
It felt like hours before he touched me, but when he did, I whimpered quietly.
I hated that he looked into my eyes when I made my little noise, just before his hands took a hold of my legs gently, strongly... spreading them as he liked. I was too terrified to look, and so I closed them and began to bite my thumb when his chest came in between my quivering limbs.
I shook helplessly and my hips jerked when his chest grazed erotically against my core. I silently hoped I could keep quiet, let my lips would seal ... they quivered for him. And he knew it. And you could see in his eyes, that he enjoyed it.
But he said nothing of this and instead asked for me to look at him.
I shook my head and prayed for the horrid ache to go away. “Just make it go away,” I whimpered.
“Ah,” I murmured to the shock of his large hand caressing its way sinfully up from my stomach and finding its way to my tender breast. I begged for him to do it again, but he refused.
Instead the heat of his hands pulled me closer to him, in one big thrust. I was half way off the bed, but he held me firmly while he stayed kneeled to the floor. He reached for the button to my jeans. I didn't want him to stop, but it seemed some how an automatic reaction when I paused his slow, confident fingers.
He waited until my eyes were on his before he leaned down and kissed a spot just above my hiding panties that made me squirm. My eyes fluttered and his mouth kissed away my frantic hands and continued assuredly as they dragged my pants lower to reveal my legs. He didn't seem satisfied enough with this, and soon I let his thumb rub right over my numb. The moan that fell from my lips was embarrassing, but one look from him, and I saw his eyes had thickened already.
“Turn over,” he whispered gruffly. I swallowed while his eyes grew blacker and thicker with heat.
“No,” I shook my head. I shouldn’t be doing this. This shouldn’t be done…
He moved me when I didn’t comply until the entire front of my body was touching the bed. If I had any control before, I had zero now, I realized when he hovered over me. I moaned loudly and clutched the bed hard when his chest and pelvis grazed my ass. He’d moved my legs quietly so I was more or less on my hands and knees. And letting his hands roam softly against my arms, I felt them melt across my stomach, and shockingly right inside my panties.
He grunted and bit my ear when he touched how completely wet I was for him inside.
“You have no idea what a temptation you feel like to someone like me,” he whispered thickly just before taking his fingers out of me.
“No,” I whimpered. I wanted more of it. I wanted to feel warm and safe I thought as I clutched his hand and kept it from leaving. My eyes slammed shut and my lips parted. His fingers rubbed my nub in dirty little circles and my hips buckled and somehow once again grazed his, until finally his chest was against my back and his bulge began to grind into ass. The moan I let out could not in a million years be kept silent, as I’m sure the next room easily could have heard us. But I couldn't help…
“Oh god,” I bit my lip when his large hand slid its way up my body and palmed my breast tortuously as his other finally pushed inside me again and slowly began to pump... hard.
“How long has it been since you’ve come, baby?” he whispered, “Huh? How long has it been since a man’s touched you like this?”
I clutched the hand that was wreaking havoc on my libido, and felt myself become even wetter from his words while I felt my hips thrust back into his rock hard hips. I felt the edge coming, it was near. And I wanted it so desperately. I hadn’t felt it is such a long time.
He growled when I told him this, and immediately his fingers went straight to my little nub. I screamed and pumped my hips into his harder. I begged and I came instantly, shivering in his large hands, listening to him breathe hard as I felt the explosion of sticky warmth spread inside. My lugs heaved and my breast ached from his hand’s abuse that was currently still holding me underneath my shirt.
It seemed to take him just as much time to control himself, as it did for me to come down from my high. Because when I felt his bulge still against my bottom, I knew he had held back. I ran my hand down his arm and felt satisfied before he turned me over onto my back and pulled the sheets over my quivering body.
I took his hand, and asked him a question with my glazed eyes, because at the time I was still incapable of talking. I felt bad, especially because of how painful his eyes looked from not receiving the same kind release.
He looked at me and whispered, “Some other time.”
I mustn’t have seemed satisfied with this because he leaned over, and brushed his wet lips over my neck and licked my skin through the teasing kiss, “Don't worry plum. I can take it… sleep.”
My fingers touched his and started to play with them. Such strong fingers I thought in my fuzzy condition.
His eyes met mine. You could see an entire sea in the man's soulful orbs. “You can kiss me if you like,” I whispered quietly. Strangely enough... because despite what we had just done, I had as of yet to know what his lips tasted like. It was strange… and exciting.
“I think if I tasted those lips,” he smiled through his eyes, “they'd bite me.”
“I won't bite you...” I promised.
He shook his head knowingly “... With your words, love, with your words.”
I smiled at him and I was instantly reminded that this wasn’t a nice person tucking me, but the same man I’d hated since we’d met. I still hated him and he still hated me, I thought tiredly to myself as I closed my heavy eyelids and soon began to slip into a deep sleep. And for the first time since I’d left Louisiana, I didn’t feel cold when I woke up the next morning.
