***Forewarning guys, this chapter is juicy. Lydia, this is for you. You
rawnchy thing you! Just kidding! Enjoy***
Fox followed Teresa's taillights through the pouring rain, winding around the curving road. Unfortunately the rain fell so hard on the windshield of his sports car that was all he could see, her taillights. Through the rain it was hard to see much of anything. Luckily he knew the road and from the way Teresa was driving she must have known it just as well. She sped along the curving, twisting mountain road. He wondered at times how she managed to keep her car from running off the road.
He knew exactly where Teresa was going, but why? What had happened that made her so upset? Teresa pulled her car into the drive of the Crane cabin and Fox pulled directly in behind her, bringing his car to a screeching halt.
Fox slammed the door of the car, "Care to fill me in, Teresa? What the hell happened back there?"
Teresa kept walking toward the cabin. She never made eye contact with Fox. "Fox, I asked you to leave me alone." She said still trying to hide her face. She had been right. It was already bruised and the swelling was getting worse by the minute.
"And I told you I wouldn't let it go. What's wrong, Teresa? Please talk to me!"
She continued to avoid his gaze, "Look, Fox, it's complicated. I just want to be by myself right now."
The rain still poured down on them as Fox closed the distance between them. He took Teresa by the arm and turned her toward him.
Teresa gasped and tried to still hide her face, "No!" She cried.
Fox looked at her in unbelief, "Dear God, what happened to you?"
"I told you to leave me alone, Fox. If you would have listened to me this would have never happened. You knew Ethan didn't want you anywhere around me." Teresa tried to cover her face with her hands.
Fox grabbed her hands before she could, "Did Ethan do this to you? I swear, Teresa, if he did this I'll kill him." Anger filled his voice and rage flamed within his eyes.
"It was my fault." Teresa cried. "I pushed him too far."
"Damn it, Teresa, it's not your fault. I'll kill him, I swear! I'll kill the sorry bastard!" Fox turned to head back to his car.
Teresa grabbed him, "No, Fox. Please, you don't know what he's capable of. Please, not now. I need you here with me, please."
He pulled her into his arms, "I thought you didn't want me here."
"I guess I was ashamed for you to see me like this." She said against his chest. "I'm sorry I said all of those things to you."
"You shouldn't be ashamed, Teresa, it's not your fault. Ethan should have never laid a hand on you. And it's okay. You were just upset. I can't imagine what you went through." He closed his eyes and tried to push out the images of Ethan hitting Teresa. He held her even closer to him. Eventually he pulled away from her and took her face in his hands. "Come on, let's get you inside. You need to put some ice on that eye."
As they walked toward the entrance of the cabin Fox asked, "What made you come here?"
"I don't know." Teresa shrugged. "I just wanted to get away from Ethan. This was the first place I could think of."
"Why not just go to your mothers?" He said opening the door.
"Because I knew she would call Luis and Antonio and they would cause a big scene. You know how my brothers are. They're always looking out for me."
"They're just doing their job, Teresa. Ethan deserves to be punished for what he did to you." Fox said angrily.
"I know, but not now. I can't deal with it right now."
Fox knew she didn't want to talk about it, so he decided to change the subject. He would let her sort through her emotions and they would deal with this later. "You need to get out of those wet clothes. Do you have anything to change into?"
"Yeah, I have some clothes that I left here the last time Ethan and I came."
"Good. You go change and I'll take out some ice."
"What about you? You're soaking wet, too." Teresa pointed out.
"I'll be fine. Go on and get changed. I'll change later."
Teresa came out a short time later dressed in her pajamas; a night gown and matching robe. Her still wet hair was pulled back with a clip. Fox looked up at her from the fire he had built. Teresa saw the tension that was written all over his face. She knew it wasn't easy for Fox to sit back and not doing anything about Ethan, but right now she needed him more than he could imagine.
Fox leaned an arm against the fireplace mantle and Teresa noticed he was holding a drink. Fox's emotions were running thickier than she had first thought. Fox very rarely indulged in liquor. He hated how it made his father look and he had vowed to never let it get the best of him, but tonight, unfortuntely, he needed it.
Teresa noticed that he had already changed into a pair of flannel pajama pants. They looked familiar to her, probably a pair of Ethan's. He stood there barechested and barefoot. She looked at his bare chest. The musclar curve of his chest and abdomen sent little jolts of electricity through Teresa warming her slightly. Here in the glow of the fire, Fox was absolutely amazing.
He gave her a sexy grin, "You look beautiful as always."
"So do you." She blushed.
"What am I going to do with you, Teresa?" He said taking another swig of his drink.
She looked at him oddly, "What do you mean?"
"You drive me crazy sometimes. Scare me to death others and at the same time sweep me off of my feet." He lay the glass on the mantle.
She walked over and stood in front of him the fire warming her cold body. "You'll never be bored around me." She smiled.
He shook his head, "No, I never claimed you were boring."
"I know something you could do with me." She said closing in on him.
He looked down on her seriously. "What's that?"
"Kiss me." She whispered.
"Teresa..."
"Fox, please, I need this. I need you."
Fox tugged Teresa gently into his arms, "Are you sure?"
"I'm positive."
He gently touched the side of Teresa's face and she grimmaced. "I would never hurt you, Teresa. You have to know that. I only want to make you happy."
"I know, Fox." She said as her lips moved in closer on his.
"I could make you the happiest woman alive, if you'd let me."
"Umm." She swallowed hard.
"I could show you love in ways you never thought imaginable. Do you want that, Teresa?" He said passionately. His voiced filled with desire.
"Please." Teresa groaned.
Fox ran a hand along the nape of her neck and then tangled his hand in her hair. His lips descended down on hers with such force that Teresa had to grab onto his shoulders for balance.
"I'd carry you to the bed, Teresa, but I don't think I can wait that long." He sweep her off her feet and lay her down on a rug in front of the fire. He lay beside her propped up on an elbow. He tugged on the belt of the robe and when he loosened it he gently pushed it back and pulled it over her shoulders.
"I've wanted this for so long, Teresa, you have to know that." Fox pushed the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder and nibbled there. His kisses were so gentle. So warm, so right. He lowered the other strap and then pulled the nightgown down over Teresa's hips and then soon she lay there naked before him.
"You're more beautiful than I ever imagined and believe me I've thought of us like this many times." He kissed her delicate lips again and then trailed his way down her throat. He lingered there for only a moment and then trailed down to her breast.
Teresa shuddered at the sensation. No one had ever made her feel this way. Not even Ethan. Teresa reached down and tangled her hands in Fox's hair. "Fox." She moaned.
Fox's hand trailed down between Teresa's legs and his fingers began teasing her. Teresa moaned again. "You like that?" Fox asked grinning that famous Fox Crane grin. Teresa placed her hand on Fox's and forced his more tightly to her. He explored her deeper and she then arched herself against him. "Come for me, Teresa." He continued to tease her with his fingers.
"Oh, Fox. Please I need you."
Before she knew it, Fox has inside her feeling the full force of her climax. He groaned in satisfaction as she tilted her hips to allow him better access. Teresa's nails made tiny imprints on his back as she marveled at the size of Fox. He was definitely built well all over.
Fox dove into her one last time and then fell limp on her, breathing heavily. "God, Teresa, what have you done to me?"
They lay there until the next morning, just content being in each other's arms.
Fox followed Teresa's taillights through the pouring rain, winding around the curving road. Unfortunately the rain fell so hard on the windshield of his sports car that was all he could see, her taillights. Through the rain it was hard to see much of anything. Luckily he knew the road and from the way Teresa was driving she must have known it just as well. She sped along the curving, twisting mountain road. He wondered at times how she managed to keep her car from running off the road.
He knew exactly where Teresa was going, but why? What had happened that made her so upset? Teresa pulled her car into the drive of the Crane cabin and Fox pulled directly in behind her, bringing his car to a screeching halt.
Fox slammed the door of the car, "Care to fill me in, Teresa? What the hell happened back there?"
Teresa kept walking toward the cabin. She never made eye contact with Fox. "Fox, I asked you to leave me alone." She said still trying to hide her face. She had been right. It was already bruised and the swelling was getting worse by the minute.
"And I told you I wouldn't let it go. What's wrong, Teresa? Please talk to me!"
She continued to avoid his gaze, "Look, Fox, it's complicated. I just want to be by myself right now."
The rain still poured down on them as Fox closed the distance between them. He took Teresa by the arm and turned her toward him.
Teresa gasped and tried to still hide her face, "No!" She cried.
Fox looked at her in unbelief, "Dear God, what happened to you?"
"I told you to leave me alone, Fox. If you would have listened to me this would have never happened. You knew Ethan didn't want you anywhere around me." Teresa tried to cover her face with her hands.
Fox grabbed her hands before she could, "Did Ethan do this to you? I swear, Teresa, if he did this I'll kill him." Anger filled his voice and rage flamed within his eyes.
"It was my fault." Teresa cried. "I pushed him too far."
"Damn it, Teresa, it's not your fault. I'll kill him, I swear! I'll kill the sorry bastard!" Fox turned to head back to his car.
Teresa grabbed him, "No, Fox. Please, you don't know what he's capable of. Please, not now. I need you here with me, please."
He pulled her into his arms, "I thought you didn't want me here."
"I guess I was ashamed for you to see me like this." She said against his chest. "I'm sorry I said all of those things to you."
"You shouldn't be ashamed, Teresa, it's not your fault. Ethan should have never laid a hand on you. And it's okay. You were just upset. I can't imagine what you went through." He closed his eyes and tried to push out the images of Ethan hitting Teresa. He held her even closer to him. Eventually he pulled away from her and took her face in his hands. "Come on, let's get you inside. You need to put some ice on that eye."
As they walked toward the entrance of the cabin Fox asked, "What made you come here?"
"I don't know." Teresa shrugged. "I just wanted to get away from Ethan. This was the first place I could think of."
"Why not just go to your mothers?" He said opening the door.
"Because I knew she would call Luis and Antonio and they would cause a big scene. You know how my brothers are. They're always looking out for me."
"They're just doing their job, Teresa. Ethan deserves to be punished for what he did to you." Fox said angrily.
"I know, but not now. I can't deal with it right now."
Fox knew she didn't want to talk about it, so he decided to change the subject. He would let her sort through her emotions and they would deal with this later. "You need to get out of those wet clothes. Do you have anything to change into?"
"Yeah, I have some clothes that I left here the last time Ethan and I came."
"Good. You go change and I'll take out some ice."
"What about you? You're soaking wet, too." Teresa pointed out.
"I'll be fine. Go on and get changed. I'll change later."
Teresa came out a short time later dressed in her pajamas; a night gown and matching robe. Her still wet hair was pulled back with a clip. Fox looked up at her from the fire he had built. Teresa saw the tension that was written all over his face. She knew it wasn't easy for Fox to sit back and not doing anything about Ethan, but right now she needed him more than he could imagine.
Fox leaned an arm against the fireplace mantle and Teresa noticed he was holding a drink. Fox's emotions were running thickier than she had first thought. Fox very rarely indulged in liquor. He hated how it made his father look and he had vowed to never let it get the best of him, but tonight, unfortuntely, he needed it.
Teresa noticed that he had already changed into a pair of flannel pajama pants. They looked familiar to her, probably a pair of Ethan's. He stood there barechested and barefoot. She looked at his bare chest. The musclar curve of his chest and abdomen sent little jolts of electricity through Teresa warming her slightly. Here in the glow of the fire, Fox was absolutely amazing.
He gave her a sexy grin, "You look beautiful as always."
"So do you." She blushed.
"What am I going to do with you, Teresa?" He said taking another swig of his drink.
She looked at him oddly, "What do you mean?"
"You drive me crazy sometimes. Scare me to death others and at the same time sweep me off of my feet." He lay the glass on the mantle.
She walked over and stood in front of him the fire warming her cold body. "You'll never be bored around me." She smiled.
He shook his head, "No, I never claimed you were boring."
"I know something you could do with me." She said closing in on him.
He looked down on her seriously. "What's that?"
"Kiss me." She whispered.
"Teresa..."
"Fox, please, I need this. I need you."
Fox tugged Teresa gently into his arms, "Are you sure?"
"I'm positive."
He gently touched the side of Teresa's face and she grimmaced. "I would never hurt you, Teresa. You have to know that. I only want to make you happy."
"I know, Fox." She said as her lips moved in closer on his.
"I could make you the happiest woman alive, if you'd let me."
"Umm." She swallowed hard.
"I could show you love in ways you never thought imaginable. Do you want that, Teresa?" He said passionately. His voiced filled with desire.
"Please." Teresa groaned.
Fox ran a hand along the nape of her neck and then tangled his hand in her hair. His lips descended down on hers with such force that Teresa had to grab onto his shoulders for balance.
"I'd carry you to the bed, Teresa, but I don't think I can wait that long." He sweep her off her feet and lay her down on a rug in front of the fire. He lay beside her propped up on an elbow. He tugged on the belt of the robe and when he loosened it he gently pushed it back and pulled it over her shoulders.
"I've wanted this for so long, Teresa, you have to know that." Fox pushed the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder and nibbled there. His kisses were so gentle. So warm, so right. He lowered the other strap and then pulled the nightgown down over Teresa's hips and then soon she lay there naked before him.
"You're more beautiful than I ever imagined and believe me I've thought of us like this many times." He kissed her delicate lips again and then trailed his way down her throat. He lingered there for only a moment and then trailed down to her breast.
Teresa shuddered at the sensation. No one had ever made her feel this way. Not even Ethan. Teresa reached down and tangled her hands in Fox's hair. "Fox." She moaned.
Fox's hand trailed down between Teresa's legs and his fingers began teasing her. Teresa moaned again. "You like that?" Fox asked grinning that famous Fox Crane grin. Teresa placed her hand on Fox's and forced his more tightly to her. He explored her deeper and she then arched herself against him. "Come for me, Teresa." He continued to tease her with his fingers.
"Oh, Fox. Please I need you."
Before she knew it, Fox has inside her feeling the full force of her climax. He groaned in satisfaction as she tilted her hips to allow him better access. Teresa's nails made tiny imprints on his back as she marveled at the size of Fox. He was definitely built well all over.
Fox dove into her one last time and then fell limp on her, breathing heavily. "God, Teresa, what have you done to me?"
They lay there until the next morning, just content being in each other's arms.