Chapter Six

 

“Why do you hide your sexy self under all those frumpy clothes?”

They had just finished spectacular “It’s Saturday morning and we’re still alive” sex and her defenses were down.

Turning only her head, she sighed as she took in the sexy military pilot and Cherokee healer sprawled next to her on the king-size bed. His silver eyes glowed softly with contentment in the early morning sunlight that filtered through the lace curtains of the east facing windows. The vertical lines between his coal black brows were more pronounced as he returned her with the most intense expression she had yet to see him wear.

 

Taking a deep breath, Alaina decided it was time to share the reality that was her life. “My clothes aren’t frumpy, they’re… they’re… okay, maybe they are frumpy, but as a member of one of the oldest and most respected families in New Bern, I’m held to a higher standard.”

 

Without any other explanation, she lapsed into the speech she received at least once a week since her sixth birthday party when she and Jimmy Ray Macklin had snuck away to make mud pies in the vacant lot next door.

Gray snorted as he lifted his upper body to rest it on his elbow. “That’s quite the load of shit you’re shoveling there darlin’. Does anyone really believe it?”

“Excuse me?” Alaina tried to get offended when he called her bluff, but since she did not believe it herself it was difficult.

“Bullshit. A heaping pile of it. I think you dress that way because you’re scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

Though she wanted to make a run for it to stop this conversation, she was too boneless to move. All she could do was face the truth that she had been avoiding since her eighteenth birthday. That was the day her father had steamrolled her into the job of his assistant, which included working, living, and dressing as he dictated.

 

“I think you’re scared of your father’s disapproval. Of what might happen if you unleash the wild woman you hide under all those clothes. I also think you’d really like to let the sexy, sassy person you keep hidden in this house loose.”

Alaina remained silent. How could she argue with him when he was dead on right. Fear ruled her life. “How do I know how far to let go?” she whispered.

Gray smiled down at her with a sexy hunter smile that sent chills rippling through her body even as it reignited the hunger they had satisfied less than ten minutes before. She tensed when he laid his big, warm palm in the center of her belly. His fingers fanned toward her tits and began to make slow circles.

The feel of skin on skin was the ultimate aphrodisiac. It didn’t matter where he touched her. Just intertwining their fingers or rubbing the pad of his thumb across her palm caused her nipples to bead and her cunt to flower in anticipation. In response to his touch, her hips began to shift in silent invitation. Gray then leaned over her, licking at the tit closest to him. Alaina felt his cock twitch against her hip in renewed interest.

“Do you trust me?” His words were a deep growl as he spoke with her plump breast still in his mouth.

“Yes.”

“Will you let me help you merge these two women you are?” His tongue circled her areola, then brushed across the tip of her nipple.

“Uh-huh.” She lost the ability for speech as an orgasm began building, coiling itself in her middle like a snake preparing to strike.

 

“Good,” Gray said as he rolled away. “You need to get up now, shower and get dressed.”

 

“What? Why?”

 

“We’re going shopping.”

 

“Shopping? Now? For what?”

 

“Your new wardrobe,” he said leaning over the bed and kissing her once more before heading out of the room. “You have twenty minutes to get ready.”

 

* * * * *

 

It was closer to thirty before Alaina descended the stairs. She wore a jewel neck pink T-shirt and a denim skirt that brushed her ankles, covering her as demurely as any nun.

 

Gray, once more dressed in his cargo shorts and T-shirt, shook his head with a sigh. “Don’t you own anything that shows your knees?”

 

Alaina looked down, then back at Gray before shrugging. “They’re all like this.”

 

“Well this one won’t be for long.” Gray looked on the dresser in the main hall, then went into her sewing room and came back with a pair of scissors.

 

When Alaina opened her mouth to protest, Gray touched a finger to her lips. “You agreed to let me help.”

 

He waited for her to nod before kneeling behind her. She felt his hand start at her waistband, run down over her ass then back up for a squeeze and a pat before continuing down her thigh. “Is this the back of your knee?” He poked her with two fingers.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Okay. Hold still.”

 

Alaina felt a tug on her skirt. Then there was the brush of cold metal against the back of her leg, several inches above her knee. She twisted, trying to see. “What are you doing?”

 

“Stop wiggling and turn to your left,” Gray swatted her sharply on her left cheek.

 

Alaina straightened and turned left as commanded. As she turned, she occasionally felt the cold of the scissors, or the warmth of Gray’s hand. His touch distracted her so much she didn’t care that Gray had just cut her favorite skirt in half.

 

Once he finished, Gray stood and helped her step out of the circle of material which now lay on the floor. He looked her up and down critically before raising the hand he held over her head and slowly twirling her around. “What are you wearing under your shirt?”

 

Alaina had to think a moment and swallow before saying, “an off white camisole and bra.”

 

He nodded. “Take off your T-shirt.”

 

“Take off my T-shirt?”

 

Gray nodded and crossed his arms. “Take it off or I’ll cut it off.”

 

Looking at his serious expression, Alaina reached for her shirt. Before she could give more than a moment’s thought to it, she pulled the shirt over her head and threw it at him.

 

“Now the bra.”

 

Before she could open her mouth to argue that she never left the house without a bra, he frowned. Without a word, she reached back and released the front hooks before working the bra off without taking off the camisole.

 

“Yeah, that’s more like it. Now you look less like a schoolmarm, but I almost wish you were wearing a bustier instead of this.”

 

As he laid the scissors back on the dresser, Alaina looked down to check out the change. Her skirt now ended several inches above the top of her knee, short and flirty instead of long and full. Her camisole covered her, but the deep V and spaghetti straps showed a lot of skin more than she was comfortable with. Plus, her nipples poked hard at the thin silk covering them. Looking in the mirror across the hall, she hardly recognized the sexy young woman staring back.

 

Lacing their fingers together, Gray led her out the back door and across the yard to the dock where his boat waited. After climbing aboard, he reached out and helped her to step in. Two minutes later, they were flying across the Neuse River towards the dock of his mother’s house. Once there he helped her out of the boat, then led the way into the house.

 

In the living room, he brushed a kiss on her lips. “Stay here and I’ll be right back.”

 

Before she could say a word he disappeared up what appeared to be a staircase. Listening to him run up the stairs, Alaina looked around, intrigued by the simplistic beauty of the house. The great room encompassed the living room and dining room with the kitchen tucked to one side. A stone fireplace was the far wall’s focal point. It was flanked on both sides by book shelves. The shelves displayed sculptures and pictures as well as a rather impressive collection of books.

 

The photos drew Alaina to cross the room to further explore. Most of the photos were of Gray. A young boy riding a horse. An older teenager at what looked to be a rodeo. A handsome young Marine with a pretty blonde woman by his side wearing a floor length black gown. Before she could explore any further Gray reappeared, wearing a yellow polo shirt and black shorts with newer dock shoes.

 

“Still trust me?” He asked as she joined him in the foyer, and they went down the staircase to a door that led to the garage beneath the house.

 

“I think so,” she answered honestly as her stomach did a nervous polka.

 

In the garage, he led the way to a burgundy Jeep Wrangler with no doors or top. Alaina smiled when she saw it. She had always wanted an open Jeep, but her overprotective father discouraged it, saying they were too dangerous.

 

Before she could climb into the passenger’s seat, Gray stopped her. “Give me your panties.”

 

She swallowed hard, but reached under her skirt and pulled down the ivory G-string and handed them over. As she watched, wide-eyed, as Gray held them to his nose and sniffed with an appreciative growl before tucking them into his pocket. Then he helped her into the passenger’s seat covered by a bright orange beach towel.

 

“Lift the back of your skirt. You don’t want to get it wet,” he said with an erotic grin.

 

Once she settled, he ran a warm palm from ankle to knee to up under her skirt, stopping just inches from her dampening pussy. He growled softly and she watched his cock twitch and grow behind the zipper of his cargo shorts. Dragging his hand back down her thigh, he released her then rounded the Jeep to climb into the driver’s seat.

 

“Gray, I forgot my purse.”

 

“That’s okay. I’ve got your ID in my pocket in case you get carded, but other than that you won’t need a thing. Put on your seatbelt.”

Though Alaina wanted to argue about his spending money on her, being as close to naked in public as she could ever remember being distracted her. Gray read her expression and kissed her even as he reached across her for the seat belt. “Stop thinking so hard. Relax and allow me to do this for you.”

 

As he drove the winding roads toward Highway 17, Alaina was surprised at the breeze that pushed up between her legs and under her skirt. Her pussy dripped and she had a hard time sitting still as her arousal grew. As Gray turned onto the highway heading north, Alaina forced her legs together and tucked the bottom of her skirt under her thighs.

“

No, darlin’, don’t do that. Open your legs. Let the wind caress you.”

 

He rested a hand on her left thigh and pulled it toward the center of the Jeep. He didn’t stop until her legs were wide apart and her skirt had ridden up her legs, now barely covering her sex. He kept his hand there, running up and down the inside of her thigh. Occasionally his pinkie brushed her open wet nether lips. That touch sent her lust higher, but he then slid away before she could peak.

 

“Gray, I’m…” Alaina broke off, unable to admit she was on the verge of flaming out.

 

“Horny?”

 

“God, yes.”

 

Looking at her with eyes that glowed silver, he smiled, reminding her of a happy wolf she had seen on a documentary. “Touch yourself. Take yourself to paradise.”

Alaina paused, not sure she could do as he requested. Yes, she had masturbated using fingers and the variety of imitation cocks she had collected over the years. But that was when she had been alone. No man she had ever been involved with had ever made such a bold request. And she certainly had never done it while in an open car with the world racing by.

“I can’t,” she whispered, tears of frustration filling her eyes. She was so close and he refused her that touch to push her over the cliff.

 

“Why is I can’t your immediate response to everything I ask of you? You are a beautiful woman and you can do anything you set your mind to. Now I want you to say ‘I can’.”

 

Alaina saw the bulge in Gray’s lap grow as he eyed her skirt that lay high on her thighs. She squirmed under his dark stare, feeling hot and horny and exposed.

 

Her hands clenched in her lap. “I can,” she whispered.

 

“Again.”

 

“I can.” This time she spoke in a normal tone, but she clearly did not believe her words.

 

“Louder.”

 

“I can.” A bit louder and with more feeling behind it.

 

“I can’t hear you.”

 

“I can.” She screamed.

 

“Again.”

 

“I can.” She yelled and then began to giggle at their silliness.

 

“Good girl. Now do it.”

 

Looking at him, Alaina uncurled both hands that lay knotted together in her lap. Lifting them to her chest, she covered her tits and massaged them through the silk camisole. Taking her nipples between thumb and fingertips, she plucked them to sharp attention.

 

Her hips continued shifting back and forth, fucking air. Her right hand trailed down her body to the apex of her thighs. She faltered for a second, then continued when Gray looked away from the road to her.

 

A single fingertip slid between those lips. As soon as it circled the knot of skin and nerves where all orgasms were born, Alaina felt her entire body tighten in preparation. Her finger pressed, circled and mauled until every cell in her clenched in fulfillment. She screamed as her body convulsed with the orgasm.

 

It took a long few minutes before she could open her eyes. Forcing her head to the left, she looked at Gray.

 

“See, I knew you could do it,” he said with a wide grin.

 

“Mmmm,” she sighed. Pulling her hand from between her legs, she collapsed against her seat and closed her eyes to recover.