It was just what I didn�t need.
A flat tire.
In the middle of the night. In the middle of the rain. In the middle of nowhere. This little dilemma is going to make me so incredibly late. I�m going to miss my flight to LA! It takes off in about five minutes. And there is no way in this world-or any other world for that matter-that I am going to make it. It�s just not going to happen.
Dammit.
Why can�t things just go my way for once?
I sighed dramatically and picked up my cell phone. Dialing the well-known number for AAA, I held the tiny phone to my ear and waited patiently to hear it start to ring. I was surprised to hear a cold, female voice announce, �there is no service in your area. Please try again later.�
�Dammit!� I cursed and shut off the phone. �Damn this hick country! Don�t they know what a cell phone tower is?!�
I tossed my phone aside and leaned forward on the steering wheel. Placing my forehead against the cool leather, I took a deep breath. Maybe if I shut my eyes, I can wake up on the plane; headed for Los Angeles.
For my mother�s funeral.
Okay, maybe I don�t want to wake up.
Finding a jolt of renewed energy, I slipped off my black jacket and opened the car door. What a day to be wearing white. The heavens have opened and every single angel in the sky; is crying. It takes five seconds (tops) to be totally soaked by the cold rain. Looking down at my white blouse and black skirt, I moan outwardly. �Only to me, would this happen,� I sighed.
Heading around to the back of my SUV, I opened the door to find the spare tire. It couldn�t be that hard to change a flat�could it?
Wrong.
First you need to actually have a tire.
�Dammit, Xander!� I yelled at the dark sky. I�d made the stupid mistake of lending him my car for him to move into his new apartment. He�d emptied the back of everything! The seats. The emergency flashlight that I kept there. The car phone. Even the spare.
And again�This could only happen to me. Buffy Summers. The expert on how to screw up everything around you.
Walking around to the front of the car, I groaned. �Kill me now.�
**
Driving late at night sucks. Especially on these back roads where you never see anything besides two cousins making kids with three legs. Damn this hick country. This storm is going to delay me more than I thought, and I�m probably going to miss my flight to LA.
Which means no business deal.
I switched off the radio; wanting the peace and quiet for a while. Looking up from my momentary glance down to press the Power button, I noticed the red glowing lights on the side of the road ahead of me.
I slowed down as I moved closer, wondering what could be wrong. Seeing the simple SUV with a flat tire, I sighed. This could be one of two things.
A.) It could be a dirty hick setting a trap to lure in a businessman to rape and hold at ransom for a can of beans.
Or B.) It could be someone in genuine trouble.
Spotting a blur of white through the pouring rain, my interest grew. Following the blur of white with my eyes until I could see better, I finally saw what it was. A woman who was obviously drenched to the bone.
The Good Samaritan in me came out to play, and I waved at the woman and pulled my long, black BMW off to the side of the road ahead of the broke-down SUV. It might be foolish for me to get out and help, because it could be a trap. But something inside of me won�t let me go.
Who is that woman?
**
An angel. This person must be an angel. For one thing, who drives around these roads at two AM? And for another thing�who would stop out here? Only one answer comes to mind.
An angel�Okay, or a demented, escaped psycho patient from a mental hospital. But I�m going to hope for the first one.
I watched as the door to the expensive black car opened, and out stepped a tall, broad-shouldered man. He shucked off his black jacket and tossed it into the car. Then he turned to look at me. Right away, my eyes fell to the way that the water drops were leaping towards his chest; soaking the material so that it clung tightly to his perfectly molded, God-like muscles.
He stalked towards me looking entirely too perfect. His dark brown hair and dark eyes made my insides shake and tingle. And I couldn�t stop the tiny pool of desire from gathering in between my thighs. Oh God yes. This man is so incredibly perfect.
�Hi!� I wasn�t disappointed when he spoke. His voice was smooth and melodic in a way that only an angel�s voice could be. He was certainly everything a girl could dream for�especially in the middle of the night�in the rain�in the dark.
Would he be willing to let me lick him?
**
Oh sweet God am I glad that I stopped! The woman I walked towards, was so incredible. Her long, wet, blonde hair hung all around her in loose waves. Her tight, knee-length, drenched skirt hugged her thighs invitingly. And her white blouse was soaked to the core, showing off her white lace bra as it clung to her perfect breasts.
Would she mind if I felt her naked?
**
Calm and collected, he said, �looks like you�ve got a flat. Do you need some help with it?�
�Thank you so much for stopping,� I finally found my voice. I fear I sounded a bit like a horny slut. But what could I do? �I�My cell phone doesn�t work out here.� I want to lick this man, and all I can do is tell him that my cell phone doesn�t work? What the Hell is wrong with me?
�Ya, the nearest cell phone tower is about seventy miles away,� he said in return. �Do you want me to help you change the spare?�
�Spare?� My mind went blank as I blinked at him through the rain.
He smiled devilishly. �That�s the thing in the back. You know�The tire?�
I knocked myself back to reality. �Oh�Right. I, uh�My spare isn�t there any more. I�I let my friend my car the other day to move, and he forgot to put everything back inside. I don�t have one.�
�That could be a bit of a problem,� he said seriously, but the corner of his mouth remained slightly upturned�Like he was happy that he couldn�t help me leave. But that couldn�t be�could it?
Maybe I should re-consider the mental patient thing.
�Yeah,� I answered after a second. �I don�t know what to do.�
�I�d offer you my spare, but I don�t think it would fit an SUV,� he explained slowly.
�Yeah, you�re probably right.� In all honesty, I didn�t have a clue about what he was talking about. Why wouldn�t his tire fit my car? I know absolutely nothing about cars, in case you can�t tell.
He stepped a little closer then, and looked down at me. �What�s your name?� he asked in a low voice.
�Buffy Summers,� I whispered. �You?�
�Angel D�Aestas,� he answered.
K. Going with theory A once again. An angel. Not a mental patient. Oh God, can�t he kiss me already?
�Are you cold, Buffy?� he asked, using my name in the most seductive tone I�d ever heard it spoken in.
I shook my head. �Surprisingly no, Angel,� I used his name as well. �I�m boiling inside. I�m so hot.� I was starting to lose my breath as the ache between my legs intensified. I looked straight into him with eyes glazed over by passion. I wanted him now. So badly. I want him.
There�s only about two inches between us, and he takes advantage of the situation. Pressing his knee forward to come in light contact with my drenched center. Oh God, I could orgasm on the spot.
I parted my lips in silent surprise. He had no expression on his face. The only way I could tell what he was thinking, was by the dark, hungry, carnal look in his eyes. It was so intense that I almost cried.
And then I felt his fingers sliding under my chin, tracing my jaw line. Is he teasing me? Cause he�s driving me absolutely insane!
Who cares what he thinks of me? I need him inside of me. I need to feel his body. His tongue. His lips. His hands. His hard cock. Jumping forward, I pressed my chest against his and reached my arms up to wrap around his neck. Pulling his head down to mine easily, I claimed his lips with my own and ground myself against him.
He didn�t back off at all. He didn�t try to stop me. Instead, he reached his hands around to grip my ass through the binding material of my skirt. Kissing me back with a fiercely sensual passion, he moaned loudly. I could feel the erection pressing into my stomach, and it made me all the more ravenous on his lips.
He ground against me again, and I couldn�t contain my instant reaction. My hands slid down to the front of his shirt, and I ripped it off; sending the buttons flying in every direction to land on the cracked pavement at our feet. Our lips parted momentarily for air as I pulled his shirt off him completely. Holding foreheads together, I looked into his eyes. Panting for breath, I felt so alive. I kissed him again as his hands moved to the back zipper of my skirt.
Sliding down the zipper, he reached a hand inside to my bare flesh. Squeezing my ass tightly, he whispered, �condom?�
I shook my head. �Pill.�
That was all the answer he needed. He pushed my skirt down to pool around my high-heeled feet. He then lifted me out of it, raising me up to wrap my legs around his waist. Continuing his attack against my mouth, kissing and licking and nipping at my lips, he set me down on the front of my SUV.
His hand slid up the inside of my thigh, to rip away my white lace thong. He smiled against my lips as he slid a finger into my heated core. I clamped down around it, parting my lips from his and tossing my head back in ecstasy. �Oh God, more! Please more!� I whispered as he slid his second finger into me and continued to pleasure me. Flicking his thumb over my nub, he made me scream silently.
The cold water washed over my face as I gazed up at the heavens. It can�t get any better�can it?
It can.
It can when he rips off my blouse two seconds later, sending my bra with it and latching his lips onto my left nipple. Sucking and nibbling gently, he makes me squirm beneath him.
�Si beau,� he whispered softly into my skin, tracing tiny designs over my flesh with his tongue�Isn�t that what I wanted to do to him?
�Inside,� I whispered, reaching my hands down to the fly of his pants. Opened them with a swift hands, I pulled out his thick length and rubbed it firmly. My God, he is huge! Oh how incredibly wonderful is this going to be?
�You sure?� he whispered as he pulled me to the edge of the hood and positioned himself at my dripping entrance. I had never been more sure of anything. I needed this release. I needed this excitement. I needed this strong stranger to simply pleasure me until I was too sated to stand�Too sated to care.
Looking into his eyes, I nodded and leaned forward to kiss him again. At the first feeling of his tip at my center, I screamed. Pressing in gently, he made me insane with desire and need. Oh please faster!
Half-way in, he opened his eyes and smirked at me. Then he thrust forward, shocking my nerve endings with pleasure and passion. His hands reached around to grip my buttocks tightly, making me moan was he pinched my delicate skin with his long, strong fingers.
He settled into a driving rhythm which I matched with equal fury as our lips fused together and our tongues battled for dominance of the passionate fight we were engaging in. Oh this was so perfect. He moaned softly into my mouth, the vibrations sending shivers down my chest.
�Harder,� I bit his lip gently. �Please harder.�
He smiled against my lips and stopped all movement for a moment except for his lips tenderly kissing my own. I opened my eyes as he kissed me, searching his own dark eyes for a reason to his sudden stopping. Didn�t he hear me?
And then all at once, he started up again. I discovered a moment later, why he had stopped. The absence had made my nerve endings anticipate a slow re-entry. But the fast way in which he impaled me once more with his thick, hard manhood-made me teeter on the edge of orgasm.
He nibbled on my lips as he drove into me, and nipped down my neck to my collarbone. I gasped out loud and began mewling his sweet name over and over again. It became a chant. A breathless litany of passion and pleasure; fueling my ever-growing need for complete and total release.
He groaned loudly as I felt my inner walls begin to pulse around him; signaling the coming of my orgasm. He sped up once more, driving me to the point of release. I screamed his name and clamped down on him. He continued to drive and pound into me as his own release came, and he lifted his head and shouted my name into the stormy night.
Off in the distance, lightning struck the ground; echoing in the back of my mind as I exploded again and again with each stroke of him inside of me. I shouted his name with each orgasm.
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When finally my mind cleared, I looked down into his eyes as he lifted his head to look into my eyes. I searched his dark brown eyes for something to say. Something to think. Oh this feels so good.
His next words made it all the sweeter. �Where are you going, Buffy Summers?�
I took a moment to consider if I should tell him. What was he thinking? Did he want to follow me there? Or was he just finding out where I was going so that he�d know not to ever go to that place for fear of seeing an old fling.
But I tossed away my fears and answered simply, �LA. I was supposed to fly out twenty minutes ago�You?�
�Same,� he smiled that disarmingly charming smile of the night. �Would you be opposed to another round while we wait for the next flight?�
I smiled. �Not at all.�
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