CHAPTER SEVEN (Call In The Big Guns...)
Jim Brass drew a long breath, exhaling very slowly.
He stared at the number on the freshly painted door facing. The hotel was changing their color scheme. It was now a restful blue and cream.
Whether it was 'azure' blue, he had no idea.
He glanced about the area aimlessly. More cars had filled the parking spaces below and a few people were at the pool now.
He turned, looking out over the panoramic view afforded him. The mountains were outlined against an ever darkening sky.
Their grandeur never ceased to amaze him. He liked it here and if it wasn't for the heat, it would be an ideal place to live.
A soft wind made the night seem balmy and the reds of the now setting sun was streaked across the sky, melting into blues, purples and pinks.
He enjoyed the moment, bracing his hands on the sturdy rail, his arms outstretched to either side. A beginning of a tattoo peeked out from under his shirt sleeve. His arms were still very muscular. He tried to work out every day. It kept his energy up. He was unaware of the appeal such things held for women.
The man leaned more comfortably, his foot fitting between the iron bars which supported the structure of the railing.
He tried to imagine where she was..what she was doing at this exact moment. He often did that though. Tonight was no exception. It had been months and still..he wondered..
Was she thinking about him? Missing him, as he was her? Probably not. She was young and vital and..hot. Some lucky bastard had scoped her out long ago, he knew. And why not? She was beautiful and amazing. Any man would be fortunate to have her attention.
He knew how she had made him feel, after all.
He had made the decision to allow the Feds take her. He had only himself to blame.
It was a beautiful night and the feelings washed over Jim Brass. He was lonely and..a little down. He suddenly wished he could share this moment with her.
Some drinks down by the pool, maybe..lounging in one of those white plastic chairs.
That would be nice.
Talking about nothing in particular. His day..maybe her's. Like regular people. He missed that connection.
Yeah..that would be...nice.
Jim shook his doldrums, turning his back on that 'could be' world. He stepped, tapping his knuckles on the fresh paint of room 218.
Silence.
"...Haley, I have your key." He called through the barrier.
Inside the room, the woman glanced over to her purse, rising from her perch on the bed, walking to the door, facing it squarely.
"You do not..see?" She pointed to her keys hanging on the side of the leather satchel from the metal ring designed for just such a purpose. "You big liar!"
"Your 'room' key." He held his smile, the humor of the moment not escaping him..finally.
The door opened post haste. "What are you doing with my key?" She held out her hand. "Give it here!"
He produced the object, which she took. She frowned at the touch of his fingers in her palm for..the warm electric shiver they caused felt kinda nice despite her mood.
He blocked the door with his palm, flat against the surface when she would have shut it. "Wait a minut..."
"Do you want me to call a cop?" She pushed against his strength, her anger a tangible force to be dealt with.
"I am a cop." He reminded, his mouth twitching with the need to laugh in her face. "And so are you..sorta."
That seemed to stump her completely. Brass felt the resistance on the door fade as she pondered his wisdom.
"Can I come in?" He tried again, while he had her confused.
"No!" She was positive of that, at least. "You were mean to me!"
"I know and I'm sorry." He nodded.
"I don't care...go awa..."
"I want to..." He began strongly only to..check that plan. It would not net him the results he wished. "I..would like to come in and apologize properly. Can I?" He held the stormy eyes easily, just as easily as he held the door from shutting.
She thought about it. "...No, I've had a really bad day and...just...no!"
"Haley." His tone warned her that his mood 'could' alter if she 'insisted'. That he was trying to be..nice about it all.
She..hesitated uncertainly. "...What?"
He found his insides turning inside out at that cute little pout. He hated that fact. "...I..want.." He iterated. "To come inside. I.. need to..talk."
"..About what?" She asked cautiously.
The man decided to come clean with her, swallowing his pride. "About the fact that...I..really don't want to be alone tonight."
She..blinked. "...You..don't?" The green eyes were..hopeful.
The man eased the door back, stepping forward.
Haley retreated, allowing his entry. He shut the outside world off with a click of the latch. He had held those emerald pools all the while. "No..I don't."
She swallowed the tightness in her throat.
"And I don't think you should be alone either."
"You...don't?"
"No...I don't." He assured her..and..himself.
Haley searched the room for a topic of conversation coming up empty. She..turned her class ring on her finger in an unconscious display of nervousness. "I..I guess we could...go eat..or...something like that." Hadn't he said he was hungry..before?"
"Yeah, we could do that." He nodded, advancing slowly, his right hand easing about the curve of her waist, his fingers molding to the warm flesh beneath the fabric of her blouse. The white one with the ruffles..and the low cut bodice. "For starters." The blue intentness stripped the woman of any pretense of..intended denial.
He looked into her soul and..seemed to approve of what he found there. His expression was earnest and beyond attentive.
Brass continued his advancement and when he was close enough, he stopped, feeling the heat from her body emanating from her being. It felt good against the muscles of his chest even through the azure blue shirt front.
He searched the pretty features to his satisfaction.. The flushed complexion, the full lips, parted ever so slightly, the 'cute' nose..the flick of a tiny tip of tongue against her mouth. The..full..lips.
"I think it's about time I..kissed at you." He turned the tables on her expertly. "What do you think?"
Haley's stomach did flip-flops at the soothing sound of his voice as it vibrated along her nerve endings. His nearness..his touch..his scent surrounding her like a soft, velvet fog. Adrenalin shot through her unshielded system like wildfire in the prairie grass.
A soft, small gasp escaped her throat as her mind conjured up all sorts of forbidden images where this man was concerned.
She continued to stare at him, her eyes restlessly searching his face. The woman was mesmerized by the dark outline of five o'clock shadow lining his weathered face, especially how it followed the line of his upper lip area. She reached, her fingers lightly touching his mouth, gently outlining the shape.
Brass slid his hand up the slender arm, his fingers curving about her small wrist, his thumb edging into the center of her palm as he pursed his lips slightly to 'kiss' her finger tips then move down to where his thumb stroked the tender flesh erotically. The tip of his tongue tasted the sensitive skin, his breath hot on the sweet surface.
Haley drew in a sharp breath, balling her fist, the sensation he caused in the pit of her stomach making her damp between her legs. Her eyes revealed her emotions for the man to read. Jim cocked his head a tad, questioning her with his gaze.
"No?" he half teased, half..challenged. "Don't want to go there just yet?"
The woman hesitated only a brief millisecond before she leaned fully against his chest, her arms lifting slowly, sliding about his neckline. She seemed to be waiting for something.
The man glanced to where their bodies touched, his arms having instinctively welcomed her. He had tightened his embrace, linking his hand about his other wrist which rested on the small of her back now. "This is..nice, hum?" He hoped she thought as much. "I like this."
Her expression softened and her eyes dropped once again to his mouth. "Kiss at me." Her breath smelled of mint and her voice caressed him like a silk glove.
Brass smiled just a tiny smile. "Yeah?" He spread his hand up her spine, molding her closer. He had stepped, nudging his right thigh between her legs. She was smaller than he was..by a foot, he had to lean a tad, but he refused to allow space between their bodies. He liked the feel of her in his arms too much for that, so..he merely tightened his hold.
"Yes." She lifted her face, moving closer, her mouth parting slightly. Their eyes were locked and fixed..his, a bit guarded but open to compromise. Her's clearly readable.
Jim liked her smell. Definitely baby lotion and..something else. Something light and evasive. She smelled like a woman should smell. Soft and feminine and..sensual.
The man took control of the situation, lowering his head, his eyes on his prize, knowing instinctively how to get it. His hand filtered into the lush fullness of her hair, his fingers tightening slightly about the silk of her hair as he tugged ever so gently, positioning her mouth where he needed it to be.
His action elicited a soft moan from the woman directly before their lips touched. The sound sent quick silver running along Jim's arms. He brushed her mouth ever so lightly with his, the contact subtle..inoffensive.
Haley groaned gently, lifting into him, her mouth locking with his, searching awkwardly at first..her lips were soft and pliable and warm and..delicious. Jim parted his mouth, encouraging her exploration, the tip of his tongue easing through the small orifice to tease her own.
His arms flexed, bringing the slight body closer into his. He could feel the strap of her bra through the material of her blouse as his hands massaged her back. He liked the feel of her shape under his hands.
The slope of her hips seem fit his palm perfectly, the sculptured plains of her back. She had a weakness in these. She enjoyed being massaged there, melting into him if he gave attention to the area. She literally purred for him.
There was no doubt in Jim's mind that he was giving her pleasure. The knowledge caused his penis to expand..throb with urgency.
She took his hand, guiding it to her breast. With her smaller fingers encouraging him, he fondled the fullness, his thumb searching for the imprint of nipple beneath the framework of her clothing.
Haley's fingers filtered into the hair at the base of the man's neck, lightly stroking, lovingly massaging the flesh beneath.
Jim relaxed into the wondrous sensation, as the tension eased from his body, moment by moment under the woman's influence. Gooseflesh appeared on the man's arm's and he grunted his appreciation for her efforts.
He ran his hand beneath the tail of her blouse, his finger tips trailing up her back, in search of his objective. It took him only one try to unsnap the tab of her bra, which loosened instantly, allowing him better access to her breast, which he cupped lovingly, as he squeezed and massaged to his heart's content.
Haley's moans were becoming more and more frequent, her fingers intertwined with his thicker ones as he gently probed her breast, encouraging such familiarity. He nipped the erect little nipple between his index and middle fingers, instantly soothing away the slight pain with his thumb.
The woman breathed her astonishment, convulsively catching her breath for such abilities on the man's part. Jim felt a shiver of excitement coarse through her slight frame. Her hand clutched his shoulder, the stylish nails raking the flesh beneath his shirt.
"D-Don't...stop." She pleaded, lifting her leg, running it along the outside of his thigh and in doing so, bringing their middles all that closer together. Jim could feel the heat of the woman pressed against the dark fabric of his slacks.
He began unbuttoning her blouse, forcing himself to go slow, flipping each disc with infinite care and precision. "No, baby..I won't stop.." His throat was tight and dry. "God knows..I don't want..to stop." He told the absolute truth. He kissed her.
She deepened the kiss, tiptoeing to better fit to him. Without thought, his palm flattened over the small bulge of her right buttock as he pressed her intimately into his waiting arousal. Her jeans had pockets, his thumb slipped into one when he rubbed the slope of her ass to better feel the moment.
He spread his hand wide, curving his fingers several times over the shapely area. His tongue worked gently against her's at every possible opportunity. She seemed to have a definite susceptibility for such a maneuver. And she had whimpered excitedly when the man had allowed her to feel his involvement.
She was not shy about searching out his own weaknesses, he was loathe to note. Her hand had come between their bodies, and she was even now..stroking and massaging and easing her fingers over the bulge of his hardness every chance afforded her.
Jim withered under her guidance, his body responding to such stimuli of it's own accord. She was making him squirm in anticipation. His need grew each second under her influence.
He did not once think of stopping her play time.
He pushed the blouse off her shoulders, kissing each in turn, moving across her flesh with uninhibited relish, stopping to mark the skin in one favored spot after another. He allowed the top to fall from his fingers unto the carpet. The white lace bra hung haphazardly, held only by the fullness of her breasts and the straps which had slid halfway down her arm. It followed suit in due time, but he draped it over the chair arm to his left.
Haley caught his mouth anxiously, her passion transmitted through the contact. Brass returned the gesture, crushing her to his straining form, his hands cupping each buttock firmly as he pushed her forward into his rigid shaft.
She ground into his swollen member enthusiastically, her mouth taking his breath away as it bit and sucked and nibbled and teased the leathered flesh of his neckline and throat. Then eagerly caught his lips again, her tongue working it's magic against his own bold one.
He flipped the tab of her jeans, unzipping the front, his fingers shaking a little now.. The knuckles of his hand brushed the tiny protrusion of her belly button ring. He torn his mouth away to glance at his find. The shimmering diamond enthralled the man.
He knelt before her, pushing his tongue into her navel, teasing her with quick flicks and hot breaths. His hands tugged the jeans down, over the curves of her hips. She braced herself on his shoulders, kicking her shoes off, stepping out of the pants with his assistance.
He noted her feet. Small, delicate with baby pink polish and a silver ring on each middle toe. He kinda liked the effect. He absently threw the jeans aside, out of his way.
His eyes were drawn to the white lace panties just inches from his face. The edge rode up her ass cheeks, making his mouth water to see what was beneath the flimsy bit of fluff. He ran his hand up her outer thigh, unto the firm ridge, up and under the silk, liking the warmth of her skin. He pushed her forward with his opened palm, his lips hot on her mound.
Haley could feel the sensation of his breath and mouth through her panties, lifting her leg over his shoulder to give him better access if he wished it. She supported her weight on his shoulders which he seemed more than capable of sustaining.
Brass took the hint, his finger hooking inside the edge of the silk, rubbing across the wet, slippery surface of her vaginal lips. "Ummmmmmmmmm." He loved the feel of that! Not above allowing her to know. He pulled the material aside, leaning, his tongue flicking about the fragrant flesh eagerly.
Haley cried out in ectasy, her hand holding his head from movement.
Jim smiled, feeling the pressure, pulling slightly away, to ease the thickness of his middle finger into the steamy canal. Her response encouraged him to return to his pastime, but this time..he targeted her clit.
He thrust gently into her depths, as far as his finger allowed, all the while, his hot breath heightening the sensation of his tongue's work on her more than sensitive vulva. Haley began the ancient movements of love making, trying to assist her body's dictates.
"Um umh." Brass denied her, arising. "Not that way..not ..yet." In doing so, he had taken her 'toy' with him.
"NO!" The woman grasped his face between her hands, planting her kiss firmly on his mouth. "Please." She asked more than persuasively, whispering her distress. "You..promised!"
Jim chuckled his pent up frustration. "I want to, baby.." He soothed expertly. "God.." He shook his head, staring at her nakedness. "You are beyond beautiful, Haley." He couldn't get over just how much so. "Your body is..amazing!"
"Then why are you still being mean to me?" She wailed. "Don't you like me?"
"Ohh hell, yeah. I sooo fucking 'like' you!" He pulled her into his arms, kissing her, his manner a little rough, his voice having dropped a degree with his growing involvement. "I just want..it to be together. I want us to...do it together, ok?"
She would have kissed him again but he made her wait. "I want to feel you 'come' on my dick. Shit! I want that!" He made his own needs known. "I felt it..you almost came..didn't you. I felt you convulse."
"Ohhh!" The woman swallowed hard.