DREAM MECHANIC
A/N – I do not own Eric, Sookie or any of the other characters in the SVM books. They belong to the most talented writer, Charlaine Harris.
You girls are so sweet to me. And behold, my shy readers are showing themselves at last!
You have all been really good girls. So Santa told me to give this to you. Here you have part 2. Enjoy!
SPOV
"Don't you dare." I tried to cross my legs but Eric wouldn't have it. He dug beneath my dress and wrenched my legs apart. His fingers dove past my panties. The big car swerved, one side of the tires running onto the shoulder.
"Watch out!" I cried but even I couldn't keep my eyes on the road. Instead, I focused on the juncture between my legs, where his muscular forearm had set up camp.
Eric straightened the wheel. "Everything is under control, lover. You know I can drive—you're just a handful of distraction." One, then two of his fingers plunged deep within me. My traitorous pussy muscles clamped around them and I gasped, wanting more, despite myself. "And, you know what I can do to you," he whispered seductively.
Oh God, did I ever! Why wasn't I stopping him? The wind tossed my hair about, cleansing me of hesitation, of doubt. If only for the moment. Fighting tears, I savored the missed sensation of his touch, of his calloused fingers snagging on my lacy underwear, of the way he commanded my body's response, like only he could.
Oh Jesus!I fought back a moan. What was I doing, letting him invade me like this? It was one thing to give him time to state his case—part of me still held out hope he was there to profess his undying devotion and sweep me off my feet—but it was another thing to cheat on the man I was marrying. The very next day!
Keeping his left hand anchored on the wheel, Eric leaned over and rolled his fingers deep inside me, opening me up, exploring me. Weak, I lifted my hips, welcoming him. How long had it been since I'd felt such ecstasy? Six months! Yes, as long as we'd been apart… too long!
My stomach clenched. My heart pounded. Sweat beaded on my forehead and my nose… no, wait… it was raining. Cool, wet drops washing away my tears. I leaned my head back and accepted the moment for what it was. I couldn't stop him. I didn't want to. Nobody could make me feel this way. Especially not Bill.
Eric teased my clit and I gasped, thrilled to my core. My world became a whirl, the trees whizzing by, the raindrops on my face, his hand driving me wild. I rode his fingers, loving the way he varied his touch, circling my clit, then pushing deep, always one step ahead of me.
Eric honked the horn. Short, happy blares. I lifted my head and stared between my legs. The switchblade tattoo on his forearm was moving up and down, up and down, as he pleasured me. How I loved his arm, the flexing muscles, the blond hair. I couldn't stand the sight and tore my gaze away, focusing on his other hand. Blindly seeing how his other hand guided the wheel, so in control, yet so out of control as he swerved and fingered me with his other hand. Thank God the road was deserted.
Thunder crashed closer, echoing in my crotch. Was I really going to come, just from his touch? I gripped his wrist with both hands, holding him to me. But what I really wanted was to rip off his jeans and climb onto his cock. And ride it to completion.
God, I was weak. I'd always been weak when it came to Eric. It was the main reason why I'd had to leave him when I'd issued an ultimatum and he hadn't buckled. Pure emptiness settled in my lower abdomen, the need to be filled overcoming me. His hands weren't enough. More. I had to have more. I had to have all of him deep inside me. "You've got to stop," I panted. It was raining harder, making me feel elemental, raw. "Eric! Stop!" His hand stilled and started to withdraw. I clawed at his wrist and forced him to resume pumping his fingers into me. "NO! The car. Stop the goddamn car! I need you!"
Eric lifted his foot off the accelerator, passed a thick copse of trees, maneuvered onto the shoulder and stopped the car. He set the parking brake but never halted his attentions, pushing high in my pussy, still searching for the other ben-wa ball.
"Ah, felt it!" My pussy muscles contracted around him. I was so wet, so ready…
The velocity of raindrops increased, coming down harder, hitting the dashboard and bouncing off, landing on my clothes, on my hair and sinking in. Sinking in… like his touch. I humped his fingers, scrambling to get my hands beneath my skirt, trying to reach my clit. I couldn't think anymore, had to come…
Eric's motions slowed. "I've got to put the top up, lover."
An unwilling moan issued from my lips as my pussy twitched in protest. Eric shut off the engine and turned to face me. Flexing his middle finger in me one more time, he eased his hand from between my legs, bringing the other ball with him. "A souvenir, for later." Then the bastard grinned.
A souvenir? Because after tonight, there would be no us. No future. This was just a fling to him… and I was ruining my life for nothing more than a fucking orgasm. God. What was I thinking? I wasn't. Tears flooded my eyes. Lightning flashed around us, illuminating the sky. When had it gotten so dark? Directly overhead, thunder cracked, striking me like a whip. I flinched. What time was it? Nine? Ten? I couldn't imagine what my family, what Bill, were thinking.
Eric pocketed the ball and nudged my jaw until I looked at him. "This wasn't my intention, Sookie, I just wanted to talk to you. But it's obvious there's unfinished business between us."
His long, blond hair was all wet and gave him an even more irresistible look. I wiped the wetness from my eyes and saw the drops of water glistening on his white skin, catching on his cleft chin. He looked so damn good. I shook my head. This was so wrong. And it had to stop. "This doesn't change anything. It can't."
Eric moved his hand, running the fingers he'd had inside me over my lips, allowing me a taste of what I felt for him. I jerked away violently, avoiding his gaze. I saw the prominent bulge in his pants. A treat for me... his Gracious Plenty! God!
"Stop, just stop. You have to. Take me back to the church. I... " My heart thudded. The ache in my pelvis grew stronger, my desire seeping through my panties, onto the seat. It was all I could do not to throw caution to the wind and jump him right then and there.
He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Stay put. I'll be right back."
I shouldn't listen to him. I should run. Steal his car. Anything to get away. I couldn't let him trick me. I should trick him. Trick. Treat. Trick. Treat. Trick. Treat... I was so confused!I should definitely run...
Instead, I found myself mesmerized, unable to move, unable to resist his magnetic pull as lightning flashed and I watched him in the pouring rain, struggling to get the top up. Eric was ten times more man than Bill could ever dream of being. So why was I about to shackle myself to the wrong man? Because Bill was right for me. He wanted to marry me. He was what I needed—a traditional man, a traditional marriage.
Eric was sexy. Fun in the sack and out. But he'd never settle down. Become domestic. He was all about having a good time. Loving life. Not taking anything too seriously. I had to stop this before I did something unforgivable. I wasn't going to throw my whole life away for a booty call… and that was all I was to Eric. A good time. The perfect treat for a Halloween night. And I was falling for his trick.
He'd left the door ajar. Dual lights from the bottom of the dash lit up his empty seat and my lap. My knees were squeezed tight together, my fingers were clawing the seat for support. I blinked, focusing on his keys, dangling next to the steering column. In a daze, I wrenched the keys free and threw them with all my might. They skidded across the street.
"Sookie! What are you doing?" Eric yelled, just as he was fastening the top in place.
Blocking him out, I levered the heavy door open and hurled myself from the car. Pounding my red gladiator sandals into the damp earth, I headed for the trees. I had to get away. I had to outrun Eric and his tricks ...or his treats. Outrun myself. My desire. If I stayed, I'd succumb.
Dodging pine trees, jumping over debris, I forced myself to keep moving. Almost pitching headfirst to the ground, I slowed my pace. My crotch was swollen and every step reminded me how much. Rain beat against my back. If only it could wash away my longing. I traded safety for the hope of oblivion and moved faster.
My lungs burned. Rain blurred my vision and soaked my clothes, weighing me down. I ignored Eric's calls and ran. Fallen pine needles and mud sucked at my soles. I stumbled, but kept going. My body had never needed Eric so much, to the point that I was ready to forfeit my future. And for what? A quick fuck that wouldn't mean shit to him. How could I even consider it? With harsh motions, I brushed away tears that wouldn't stop. I hurt, ached inside. Why did he do this to me? Why did I let him?
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EPOV
I secured the car and tore after her, unmindful of the rain. "Sookie! Stop!" Damn fool woman. "You'll hurt yourself. Stop!" Her tiny red dress with its scintillating little wings flickered through the trees like a fiery beacon.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. I didn't know what I'd expected but it wasn't her braving the elements to flee from me. Breathing heavily, I powered forward, my booted feet easily eating up the distance between us. Not twenty yards from the road, I snagged her wrist. I whipped her around to face me. Light from a distant lightning strike filtered through the trees, illuminating her face for a second. Tears mingled with raindrops and tracked down her cheeks.
"Why are you doing this? Why?" Sookie cried, gripping my upper arms. Her fingertips delved beneath the edge of my t-shirt, holding tight, not pushing me away. "I'm going to marry Bill. Tomorrow. I am!" She yelled.
"Who are you trying to convince? Me? Or yourself?" I quirked my eyebrow and hauled her closer, ducking beneath the nearest pine. She hugged me, nuzzling her face against my neck. She sure wasn't acting like a woman about to be married. I became more determined than ever to save her from Compton. "Answer me, dammit!"
Instead of responding with words, Sookie kissed her way up my neck and latched on to my lips. The rain pounded harder, hitting the ground in staccato patters. Large drops traveled past the branches and slammed onto our heads. Inside my mouth, her tongue was battling mine. I kissed her back, raising her dress to get at her skin. She rubbed against me and her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. Rain dripped down my neck while we paused to breathe.
"Are you still going through with it?" I muttered, sucking on her collarbone. No matter what she said, I wouldn't stop. Not now, not ever.
"What?" Her breasts heaved against me.
"The wedding. Are you still marrying that bastard?"
"You haven't given me a reason not to." She panted heavily, kissing my Adam's apple.
How could she say that when she was pulling my shirt up, scraping her nails over my back and kissing, licking, sucking my neck? "You want a reason? Do you ever respond to him like this?" I flexed my fingers, easily slipping them beneath the edge of her damp panties. Moist heat dripped over my skin. "Does he make you feel like this?"
She moaned and arched against me. "It's not you. The balls. Ben… ah… "
"You can lie to yourself, Sookie but…" I swallowed and let out a groan. Sookie had my shirt shoved up to my armpits. She was kissing my chest, biting one of my nipples. When I'd taken off after her earlier, I hadn't planned on abduction, or seduction. I hadn't planned on fucking her senseless and losing my mind in the process. "Fuck, Sookie..." Her tongue was all over me. She abandoned my pecs and attacked my lips.
I pushed her against the tree and knelt, shoving her dress up to her waist. The sharp scent of her desire went straight to my head. With a quick tug, I ripped up her lacy panties. My mouth watered. "After sucking on your little gold ball, I'm dying to eat you." She whimpered as I lunged forward and suctioned her pussy, drinking the luscious arousal dripping from her.
Unable to be gentle, I seized one breast and squeezed her flesh. Through the thin layers of her dress, her beaded nipple met my palm. Between her thighs, my tongue delved deep, licking over her folds, pushing inside, lapping, as I gave her breast one harder squeeze then used my fingers to spread her juicy pussy wide open. Growling, I teased her clit with long, slow glides, coaxing the little bud from behind its hood. Once exposed, I sucked the tiny pearl, flicking my tongue over it. Sookie pulled on my hair and I loved her even more, with everything inside me.
Breathing heavily, Sookie thrust her womanhood into my face. "More Eric. I need…"
"I know what you need." I pulled back and licked my lips. Guiding her by her hips, I turned her around and spread her legs wide. "Hands on the trunk," I ordered "and brace yourself, lover." I opened her buttocks and licked her from behind, tasting every inch of her.
She gasped. "No…"
I overrode her weak protests and satiated myself on her flesh, licking from her dripping pussy to the puckered bud of her back opening. My tongue dove deep inside both holes. My fingers joined the assault, pressing deep into her pussy two at a time. She was crying, moaning. But it wasn't enough. I wanted her to scream my name. To beg. To never desire another man again.
I plunged into her with my tongue, my fingers, stretching her and making her call my name, at last. She rode my hand and mouth, bucking like a wild woman. My tongue grew numb. I slid to the side and nipped one of her butt cheeks, making her cry out.
"Eric, please!" she panted. "Fuck me, please! Now!"
With my free hand, I kneaded her ass. My fingers dug into her flesh, slowing her movements so I could control her. I finger-fucked her rapidly, forcefully. My thumb caressed the outside of her rectum. She flinched, tried to move away from the intimate invasion, but I easily held her in place. Her pussy clenched tightly around me and she shuddered, her legs shaking.
"Eric… mmm…"
"Shhh, lover." I pressed higher in her, going faster, harder. "Just feel me. Need me." Want me. Love me…
"God, I do…" Her words were strained, sounding almost as if she was in pain. She screamed, her shout echoing in the night. My need for her became unbearable. I couldn't play any longer. I had to take. Standing, I grabbed her by the shoulders and whirled her around, trading places with her. I leaned against the tree trunk and fumbled with the button-fly of my jeans, freeing my cock.
"Now!" Sookie said, clutching at my shoulders. "I need you now!"
"Hold on, lover." I felt her feet climbing the legs of my jeans and I clasped her butt, lifting her. Her body hugged me tight, her limbs wrapped around me as she humped against my freed erection, sliding along my length. I shifted her until I was poised between her thighs. She was soaked from my attentions.
Hot, humid air enveloped my cock. I trembled and steadied my legs, then rubbed the tip of my erection past her opening. Sex juice dripped from her pussy, coating me. My shaft swelled in my hand. With a hoarse shout, I lunged inside her hot core. Mine!
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SPOV
I screamed. I bore down against Eric's cock, taking him all the way. God yes! My inner muscles rippled around him, pulling him deeper. Eric grunted and shifted his legs to a wider stance. The action caused him to surge against me. My ass tingled; my loins throbbed. The last of my tears dried as I finally got what I'd been craving. Needing. Not just in that moment, but forever it seemed.
I coiled my arms over his shoulders and straightened my spine, trying to find friction against my clit with his pubic hair. After what he'd just done with his tongue... God, I could still feel him there, licking and biting... I was primed. I concentrated on his thrusting, on how he filled me with his big, hard, heavily veined Gracious Plenty.
I hadn't felt this full, this close to another human being, in months. He changed tempo and I gasped, flailing in his grasp. My rear entrance itched, wanting… Eric moved his fingers, sliding them to the crevice of my butt. Before tonight, I'd dissuaded him – or Bill – from that virgin territory, but in that moment… his touch was exciting me beyond my comfort zone. I ground myself against his cock, secretly hoping he'd do more with his fingers.
My tongue licked over his jaw, scraping against raspy two-day-old whiskers. My pussy spasmed around his shaft. Streaks of lightning flashed through me while a stray bolt blazed overhead. A reminder. This wasn't real. It wouldn't lead to anything more. It couldn't. With every thrust of his hips, Eric's fingers continued to move inward. They teased my rectum. I felt it tighten then bloom. "You can do it," I whispered against his ear.
"What, lover?"
"I'm giving you permission to…" My bottom thrashed within his grasp, asking him silently. The storm raging in my pussy increased at the thought.
"Lover, we can't," he gasped, "not here. Not like this."
"But I want you to. I want... " To be completely and only yours. I couldn't say it, not out loud. But Eric heard me anyway. His hands dipped past my butt and toyed between my spread thighs. I felt several fingers swirl against my pussy and his cock. He touched my clit and I flinched, so sensitive it almost hurt.
"Ready?" he murmured, slipping his hand free to trail it straight up my crack. I felt him settle one fingertip at my narrow back entrance just before it slid inside. And pumped within me. The forbidden touch set me off and I felt my core explode around his shaft. The orgasm flashed through me faster than a bolt of lightning. Every muscle in my body strained against Eric. My legs tightened. My pussy clamped down. My ass ate his finger.
"Give it to me!" I screamed.
Eric did, plunging inside both orifices in tandem. I bit his earlobe. I writhed in his arms. I loved him with everything in me because this was our last time. It had to be. Eric groaned and lurched beneath me, driving his cock high. He came with a shout. I felt the hot spurt of his semen as he pulled his finger free and scraped his nails over my butt.
Our breathing was loud in the dripping stillness. The storm had passed. A stray breeze instantly chilled my body. My legs zinged with sensation. My pussy ached, a good, satisfied, once-in-a-lifetime-fuck kind of ache. My ass… well, I refused to think about it!
No longer in the throes of unrelenting desire, my mind sharpened. My body was satisfied but guilt rose full force. What had I just done? Ordering my lethargic limbs to move, I broke our embrace and severed our intimate bond. I almost cried at the loss of him within me.
Without stopping to look at Eric, I took off towards the road. I ran away. I didn't care how far it was, I was getting back to the damn church—and my car— even if I had to walk the entire way. Or crawl.
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EPOV
Lightheaded from my powerful orgasm, I watched Sookie take flight and cursed under my breath. She dashed through the shadows, stumbling in the mud as if I were a monster she needed to escape from. And women complained that men didn't cuddle after sex! I loved to cuddle... dammit! Damn woman, always running away from me!
Rumblings of thunder growled around me and a new wave of rain began to fall from the angry sky. Blood pumped through my loins. I felt invincible. But Sookie had run. Fuck!
Drawing a deep breath, I tried to steady my feelings. To calm my libido. Maybe I should let her go. Stop fighting the inevitable. Bracing myself against the rough bark of the pine tree, I tucked my half-hard cock into my jeans. Even spent, I still wanted her. What now? Did I drive her to her car and let her go? Give up on us? Or did I keep her with me and prevent her from marrying Compton, no matter the cost? Right... idiot. What was going to stop her from marrying him another day?
Hell... I was!
Lightning flashed directly in front of me. I leapt back with a gasp as the air boomed for several seconds. Shit! That answered it. We both needed to get someplace safe. Somewhere we could talk.
"Sookie! Wait up!" I took off running, my feet sloshing through the wet earth. "Sookie!"
She was nowhere to be seen. Chasing after her, I dodged around the trees, heading towards the road. In no time, I'd reached my car. But she wasn't in it. Maybe she was hiding somewhere, needing a moment of privacy?
"Sookie! Lover! Where are you?" Nothing. I flinched when another bolt of lightning landed nearby. Then I saw her, fleeing down the road. "Sookie." I looked to my car, then to her. "Sookie!"
No choice but to go after her. I reached into my pocket before I remembered... she had tossed my keys! My eyes searched the road for a glint of metal. Another flash of lightning brightened the sky, then disappeared, leaving the area pitch black. But it had been enough. Across the road, almost in the grass…
I searched with my boots and heard a slight clink. I bent down, rifling through weeds and sludge. Got them! Keys in hand, I jumped in my Corvette. I started the engine, flipped on the headlights, did the fastest U-turn on record and raced after her, covering the short distance between us in a heartbeat. I slowed almost to a stop as I approached her. With jerky movements, I wound down the passenger window. "Going my way, gorgeous?"
She marched forward, ignoring me. The rain was coming down faster, plastering her normally lively hair to her head. Her red dress clung to her sweet curves, her wings where askew and she shook violently, her body quaking – from the cold, from heartache… or from passion?
Poor lover. What had I done—what was I doing—to her? My chest suddenly burned as though I'd swallowed the sun. I'd only come after Sookie because I didn't want to see her hurt. But I was hurting her myself. And yet, I couldn't stop trying. Didn't want to. "Sookie." She continued to stomp through the rain as if I didn't exist.
"Sookie, dammit, enough already!" My tone rose with every word. Why the hell wouldn't she acknowledge me? "If you want to go back to the church, fine. Get in; I'll drive you." It was a lie. The church was the last place I intended to take her. I couldn't. Couldn't lose her. Couldn't let her marry Compton. Not ever. But how could I keep her?
"Leave me alone, Eric." Her voice echoed with pain and her pace increased. I watched her trip over some loose gravel. "Leave... me... alone!"
Her resentment and anger seemed like an impenetrable stone wall. If only I could break through. Touch her somehow. Get her to smile. Wind blew through my open window. Drenched as she was, she had to be freezing.
My tires crept along as I idled forward, the speedometer still registering zero. Rain plopped in through my open window. I started humming an old tune about raindrops falling on heads, as light heartedly as possible. "Come on, lover. Get in." Nothing. "My heart's still pounding from what we did beneath the tree." My cock was still pulsing, but I figured some things were best left unsaid. "Don't you want to get in the car where it's warm? And dry?" Nothing. "Don't you want your little gold ball back?" Nothing, but a slight hesitation in her step. "Hey now. You can't cheat me like this, lover. I still get to take you in the ass, remember?" She shot me a nasty look. Ah, progress. "Don't you want to try it?"
"You had your chance. You blew it." And wasn't that the story of my life? And I was probably blowing it all over again. But at least she was talking to me. I gently applied the brake, slowing to a stop.
"Sookie, this is ridiculous. It's storming."
She rounded on me. "Yeah? Well it's a lot less dangerous out here than in your car. No, thank you, Northman. You've caused enough trouble."
Northman? What the fuck? There was something in her voice... dread? Fear? I frowned. "Why?" I questioned. "Sookie?" No response. Again. She hiccuped. Great! She was crying. God, how I wished this night was over! "What's wrong, Sookie? What are you afraid of? Me? Us? Did I hurt you?" Nothing but a loud sniff.
"I am afraid of nothing. And there is no us! Go away, Eric." Sookie scowled at me and took off again.
"Sookie!"
"Hurt me? Maybe you have. We just had unprotected sex. And we both know you're not exactly an angel in the bedroom, now are you?" She flashed me a glance, her expression dark and accusing.
"I haven't been with anyone else. Not since you," I told her and her feet slowed to a halt. For a few seconds she looked straight ahead, saying nothing. A gust of wind blew past her and I saw her shiver again.
Finally, she turned and stared at me. "I guess you are an angel."
"Don't marry him, Sookie." My voice broke, cracking with emotion. "Please."
She squeezed her fists, clamped her eyes shut and shook her head. Fat drops of rain sprinkled down as she silently sobbed. "You just don't get it, do you?" she cried. Her sandaled feet stomped on the shoulder's broken concrete. "I want to marry Will. I mean Bill. You're not doing me any favors, Eric."
"Sookie, please just get in. Talk to me."
She hiccuped. "I can't." But she sure looked as though she wanted to.
I grabbed my leather jacket from the backseat and stuck my arm out the window. "Here, if you insist on standing in the rain, put this on before you get sick. If it's not too late already." Shit! Why couldn't my chivalrous instincts have kicked in sooner? My thumbs drummed on the wheel. What to do? Confess? Be brutally honest? "I believe you want to get married, Sookie. But not to him."
Sookie sniffled as she slid the coat on, hugging herself. She looked toward the starless sky and allowed rain to wash over her face. "He's a good man. Perfect husband material."
"You don't love him." I said and Sookie didn't deny it.
The truth was, Compton could be the perfect guy and I still wouldn't approve of him. The only man I approved of was... well, myself. And if I didn't act on that, I was going to lose her forever. Even if I wasn't sure I could be all that Sookie needed… God, I wanted to try. I wanted the chance...
"I don't have to love him, Eric," she answered, whispering as if it was a secret. "Don't you see? Don't you get it? I don't want to be the good-for-nothing society dame anymore." Throwing her arms to her sides, she started walking again. "I've grown up, Eric. I'm ready to move on, to make more out of myself."
"Lover, what are you saying? You're fine. You don't need to be any more."
"You don't understand!" She increased her pace and threw over her shoulder, "I want someone to spend my life with. Someone to make a home with, start a life. Have children with."
"But you don't love him." I repeated.
"God!"
For a moment, I let her go, just like I'd done six months ago. I couldn't reason with her, couldn't make her happy. Maybe I should just let her live the life she wanted, the life she'd planned. Maybe she didn't love me with her words—but she'd damn well loved me with her body. Was that enough? One thought of the wild way she'd ridden me beneath the tree and I was hard for her again.
I watched her walking out of my life, the rain sparkling in the headlights. I felt myself losing her all over again. No! I wouldn't let Compton have her. I wouldn't let her slip through my fingers a second time. I needed her. I loved her. We belonged together. And, I knew what I had to do. More importantly, I knew that I wanted it with all my heart. I gunned the engine and lunged alongside her. "Then marry me!" I blurted.
"What?" Stopping, Sookie whirled to face me. "What did you say?"
I hit the brake. "Marry me, Sookie. Marry me!" I shouted for all the world to hear. "Marry me!"
She gawked at me. "That's ridiculous, Eric. You can't just swoop in from nowhere, the night before my wedding and pop out a random proposal. Especially one you don't mean. That is a very low trick you're pulling on me!" Her hands gestured in the air in total frustration.
I clenched my jaw to keep from protesting. I'd asked. I'd practically begged. Silently, I turned on the interior lights and beseeched her with my eyes. She leaned down and looked straight at me. The rain had slowed again but her long hair hung over the passanger window's edge, dripping water from its soaked tips.
"You're serious, aren't you?"
"Very."
"You expect an answer—a yes—just like that, don't you?"
"After what we just did..."
"That was just sex."
"Then you need a new grasp on the English language because that was lovemaking at its finest. Passionate. Elemental. Unstoppable." Her mouth opened as though she was going to say something else but I interrupted her. "Hell, Sookie. I know I'm crazy for even proposing. Compared to that glamour boy you plan to marry tomorrow, life with me pales in comparison." She was staring at me in such a way my throat tightened. I forced myself to finish. "You deserve everything Compton can give you. You just don't deserve Compton."
"I don't?" she whispered under her breath.
Baring my soul had never been so hard. "You deserve to be loved. And I can do that for the rest of my life." Her hands gripped the edges of my jacket. She started shaking her head and I feared the worst. "No! Don't answer me." I set the parking brake, engine still idling and leaned back in my seat. Eyes closed, I pleaded, "Don't say a word, not yet. Just come and spend the night with me. Let me hold you in my arms, make love to you all night long." I opened my eyes and gazed at her, promising, "In the morning, whatever you decide, I won't argue with you. I'll understand if I'm not good enough to be your husband but give me tonight. Please, lover."
TBC
A/N – Part 3 is coming tomorrow and that one is the big smoking-hot-over-the-top-x-rated part I had to cut out from my One-shot.
For those who won't be able to read part 3 tomorrow, let me wish you a very MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Now, for the ones who will be reading part 3 tomorrow, be sure to read it away from family members. You don't want to give a heart attack to anyone, do you? *grins*
Love you all!
So, tell me how much you want Part 3? Are you sure you are prepared for it? *winks*
