Stranger In The Night

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Slow Hand
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Lacey Diamond

"I love you, Peter."

"I'm sorry, babe. It's over. I'm in love with someone else."

The familiar softness of his fingertips as they glided along her tear-soaked cheek, sent shivers of want for him through her even as he broke her heart.

She didn't run after the man she'd always loved and knew she'd love forever when he walked out the door for the last time that rainy night six months ago. She dried her tears and buried the pain. There wasn't time to fall apart. She needed to remain strong to care for her bedridden grandmother. She had no other family left to look after her. Even if she had, she'd be at Gram's side. The only other person in the world she loved and cherished as much as Peter was her grandmother.

* * *

Gram went to live with the angels earlier today. Now she's alone in the world. There are friends she can turn to for moral support, but it's not the same. It never will be again.
 
The tears began spilling from her eyes at ten o'clock this morning and continued the entire time she threw clothes into a suitcase, then climbed behind the wheel of her car and left town. Destination unknown.

She drove for hours in a drizzly rain, without direction, without purpose, and crying her eyes out. When darkness came she continued on, even as blinding rain slashed against the windshield. Then he appeared. Walked from the patch of woods right into the beam of her headlights.

She slammed both feet against the brake pedal, locking the tires and throwing the car into a spin on the wet road. Her fingers kept a death grip on the steering wheel once the whirl ended and she faced the direction she'd just traveled.
 
She jumped in surprise when he tapped on the window. When the passenger's side door opened, she slowly tilted her head toward it and gazed into the most hypnotizing pair of blue eyes she'd ever seen.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Still mesmerized, she could only nod.

"I didn't mean to scare you. Just lookin' for a ride."

She finally managed to blink and cleared her throat. "You're a hitchhiker?"

Raindrops rolled from the hood of his poncho and landed on a perfectly carved face. "My truck ran out of gas a few miles back. You're the first person I've seen since I started walkin'."

She swallowed hard as an ounce of common sense filtered into her thoughts. "Nowadays most people carry a cell phone. Some for no other reason than emergencies like this."

When he smiled, straight white teeth sparkled against the dark of the night. "Guess I'm unlike everyone else then. But I wouldn't classify walkin' in the rain an emergency."

She tried to remember if she'd passed an abandoned truck on the side of the road in the last hour. Then it struck her. In her emotional state, she had no idea if she'd even seen another car on the road.

"Look lady, I can keep walkin'. Another car's bound to come along eventually."

She bit down on her lower lip so hard she thought she'd draw blood when he straightened and stepped back to shut the door.

"Wait!" She blurted before metal hit against metal.

He yanked open the door and peered inside. "Is something wrong?"

Her eyes steadied on his. "Get in."

Once he'd situated his bulky frame in the seat next to her, she eased her foot onto the accelerator.

The scent of her hit him in the face the second he opened the car door and became more seductive in closed quarters. "You can drop me at the gas station in Canton. It's only a couple miles up the road."

She glanced in his direction. "How will you get back to your truck?"

He hadn't run across a woman who cared enough to show any concern for him in a very long time. And certainly not one who'd just been through something so upsetting that she'd cried a river. The bloodshot and puffy eyes were a dead giveaway of her recent suffering. He'd given up believing good-hearted women still existed. Now he wondered if he'd rushed to judgment. "You offerin' to drive me?"

The rain eased to nothing more than a light mist and the wipers squeaked against the glass. She fiddled with the knob to switch them to low, while her thoughts raced for an easy way to answer his question with a 'no' without saying the word. 
 
His presence worked on her nerves. He saw it in the way her fingers gripped the wheel, then fumbled with the wipers control. Probably wishing she'd listened to the line all parents tell their kids about the dangers of picking up hitchhikers. He didn't know why, but it bothered him that he made her uncomfortable. He'd let her off the hook. "Don't worry about it. I'll catch a ride or walk back."

She stared at the wet road ahead. "I didn't say I wouldn't drive you."

"Look lady, I'm not a bum, rapist or serial killer. I live on the other side of Canton."

She shook her head to stop him from saying more, then just blurted it out. "I don't want to know where you live or work. I don't even want to know your name."

When she dared a glance in his direction he looked straight into her eyes. Into her soul.

He already knew the answer, but had to ask her anyway. "Some guy hurt you pretty bad, huh?"

She had spent the past six months with her emotions locked away and heavily guarded, not once allowing herself to think about a man's touch. The way Peter's hand would slowly caress every inch of her nakedness when they made love.

"Didn't mean to pry." His words ended her brief trip down memory lane.

She emptied her lungs slowly, then motioned toward the lights up ahead. "Is that the gas station you were talking about?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Just drop me near the door. They have gas cans for sale inside."

She pulled into the parking stall and turned off the ignition. When he reached for the door handle, her arm shot across the seat and she grabbed his hand. "Wait!"

They were close enough that his warm breath caressed her cheek. She slowly tilted her head and stared into his captivating eyes. "Will you do me a favor before we part company?"

The sadness in her eyes hit home.  Experience taught him humor almost always worked to disguise the pain. "Depends. Is it legal?"

She returned his smug grin with a tender smile. "I think so."

"Then go ahead and ask."

The sound of his husky voice sent a chill of excitement down through her with the speed of light. Shivering, she straightened in her seat and focused on his left hand resting on his outer thigh. No wedding ring. No tan line to reveal there'd recently been one. Her hand crawled across the seat to his and quivered from the slight touch. When she recaptured his eyes with hers, a fluttering sensation tickled the walls of her belly. "Will you make love to me?"

Confusion moved into his fine features as he gazed down at her. "No strings attached," she quickly added.

He could read her thoughts. No confusion from him. He understood loneliness. Knew the need to be held, loved. His hand rolled over and his fingers slowly slid between hers and gave a gentle squeeze, awakening a pleasurable sensation deep inside him. "I know you're gonna say no to coming home with me. So we'll go to the inn down the street."

She nodded in agreement, smiled, then reached for the ignition as a long lost friend called lust escaped the prison she'd locked it away in months ago.

* * *

Anticipation and fear left her speechless on the short drive to the inn. When he offered to take care of getting the room, she didn't protest, just nodded in agreement and remained behind the wheel when he exited the car.

The way he carried his muscular frame as he strode toward the entrance made her pulse race. When he stopped at the door and glanced back at her and smiled, it took her breath away.

Once he disappeared inside, she caught her breath and glanced into the rearview mirror at her reflection. "What the hell are you doing?"  She barely had time to think about the answer when he opened the door next to her and reached for her hand.

The way she laced her fingers between his sent a warm sensation up his arm and all the way down to the family jewels, giving him a moment's pause. He wasn't sure he'd guided them to the right room until he slid the card into the door slot and was able to turn the knob.

Nervous fingers crawled along the wall for the light switch. But he saw only her with the lights on. Luscious wet lips were mere inches from his. Too close to ignore.

His breath warming her cheek, touching her face like a fairy kiss, made the room spin.  It felt like a lifetime had passed since a man hovered close enough to set fire to her insides. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. When his tongue poked at her wet lips, she opened them so he could use it to caress hers.

Caressing her tongue sent electrifying sensations of pleasure along his limbs. His cock sprouted quickly and throbbed against the hard material on the zipper of his jeans.  When she slammed her hips against him, he quivered as a hot urgency for release shot to the tip of his stiff rod. He gave her tongue one more lick, then withdrew, letting his lips slide from her with the hope of slowing things down before the pleasure became too intense to control.

He nuzzled the hair along the side of her neck and became intoxicated all over again with the sweet scent of her. "I want to touch and taste every inch of you," he murmured, while control slipped away at the speed of light. He managed to hold on through another quick kiss before pulling away.

The coldness that moved over her when he drew back made her tighten her grip on his neck to draw him close again, but he stepped backward, bringing her with him to the foot of the bed.

"You haven't had a man in a long time, have you?" he asked, gazing down into her alluring emerald-colored eyes.

She smiled up at him. "Clarify long time."

He'd gone months when Tina broke his heart without even realizing how much time had passed. Now a week without the softness of a woman beneath him was torture. Not wanting to sound like some kind of sex maniac he thought it best to keep that to himself.  "For a man, a month would be hard to take. I imagine a woman could go a little longer."

"It's been six months," she confessed.

He ran the backs of his fingers along her cheek. "You poor baby. You've been starved."

"Then feed me," she said, rising on tiptoes so she could get another taste of his lips and tongue.

The kiss grew so intense that she needed to pull back to catch her breath. An instant later she shoved his poncho up his broad chest and over his head. He tugged at the sleeves of her jacket until he pulled it from her, then tossed it across the room.

When his lips dove for her throat and his tongue began licking downward, into the opening in the front of her blouse, she had to fight to keep from screaming out with pleasure. Her nipples were two hard peaks brushing against the material of her bra. She stopped pawing at him so she could unbutton her blouse. But her trembling fingers only had one button free when his hands gripped the hem and he slid the material up and over her head. She shivered with want for him as he opened the front hook on her bra and let the straps slide down her arms. Her tongue crawled across her lower lip as she watched him remove his shirt.

She sucked in a mouthful of air when he reached for her and pulled her close. Stars sparkled in front of her when her erect nipples crashed against his hard chest.

His lips reunited with her throat and glided downward. They closed around a nipple and began a slow sucking. He used his thumb and index finger to massage the other one.

The taste of her drove him crazy with want for more. As he slid his free hand along her soft belly roll his hunger for her intensified. It had been way too long since he'd had the pleasure of making love to a full-figured woman. He repeatedly reminded himself women like a slow hand, but the words didn't register when his fingers dove beneath the waistband of her jeans and underpants to the little curls of soft pubic hair.

When his finger touched her clit, the moan of pleasure that escaped from her came close to sounding like a scream. Her fingers dug into the bare flesh on his shoulders.

"Don't stop," she cried when he suddenly removed his hand from inside her pants.

"I've just begun," he moaned, shoving her jeans and panties over her hips and knees.

He brushed her hands aside where they'd been working on his zipper so he could remove his trousers faster.

She gasped at the sight of his huge erection and ached for the giant shaft to ram her. She wrapped her fingers around the stiff mass and began pumping. A few jerks and a clear liquid dripped from the tip. She used her tongue to wet her lips before leaning forward and taking the head in her mouth. His thighs quivered beneath her kneading fingers and his moans of pleasure swirled around her.

When her tongue slowly licked down his cock and she kissed his balls he reached for her and helped her down onto the bed. She spread her legs, exposing the wet lips of her pussy. He used his middle finger to give her clit a brief massage before sinking it to the knuckle inside her. Her hips rose off the mattress when he began to pump. His cock throbbed for her, but he made it wait until he had a taste of her sweet love juice.

When the tip of his tongue twirled across the tender bud of her clit, an intense heat filled her. Her teeth gnawed on her lower lip and her fingers pinched and squeezed her breasts. When the thick tongue moved into her cunt and slithered deep inside, it created an inferno hot enough to devour her alive.

On the verge of exploding, she cried out to him. "I can't take much more. Stick that big cock in me now."

He withdrew his tongue and positioned himself above her. She reached down and guided his throbbing hardness to the opening. He slid inside with restraint. But once the perfect fit was made, he began pumping, in and out, in a slow, steady rhythm, like a slow slide down a long slope of smoldering lava. The heat intensified and she wrapped her legs around him and pressed her heels into his firm ass cheeks. He seemed to understand her need for completion when he rocked harder. His pubic hair brushed against hers with each forceful thrust, sending powerful surges of electricity to her very core. She closed her eyes and briefly lost touch with reality until their simultaneous moans of release.

Several moments of silence fell between them as they lay stretched on their backs, staring at the swirled ceiling. When he reached for her hand, they turned their heads so they were gazing into each others eyes. It took only a moment before they exchanged smiles of understanding.

"I suppose I should be heading out. I need to get that gas for my truck before the station closes for the night."

She nodded in agreement. But as his fingers began to slide from hers, she latched onto them. With his full attention, she finally spoke. "Thank you."

He tossed her a satisfied grin. "My pleasure, sweet woman."

The End

Reviews

What happens when one woman locks her emotions away for months to only have them come crashing back into her life on one rainy night? She is experiencing the loss of a dear family member, only to realize all the emotions from all those months ago are still as fresh as they were that fateful day her heart broke. She is given the opportunity to feel someone else's touch . Will she allow herself to be touched and loved again? Slow Hand is an erotic little story of emotions. Lacey Diamond has earned 4 ANGELS! Reviewed by Jessica at Fallen Angel Reviews

Slow Hand is a short but intriguing story about two strangers who meet and end up going to bed together. I know what you're thinking...how can they do that? Don't they know the dangers? Putting that aside--it is fantasy, you know--it realistically portrays the loneliness in the world today and how some people deal with it. It's really a rather touching story. For a time out from the every day rigmarole, pick up SLOW HAND by Lacey Diamond. Reviewd by Sinclair Reid at Romance Reviews Today

When we love somone, we risk getting hurt. That is simply the way things work. There is no joy without sorrow and no love without pain. SLOW HAND is a short but sweet story delving into the sort of brief encounter that helps people keep going when it seems they've got nothing left to go for. Reviewed by Marissa at Novelspot.com

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