Dating Two Dragons (24 page)

Ursula raised her eyebrows at him. “What happened to him?”

“He died,” John said. “Like all men, he died… But I have taken his place here. I went to Los Angeles because I was interested in seeing this Silver Lake that I’d heard so much about. I love the waters of California. There’s something about them that’s so earthy, you know what I mean? We are not so developed here as the bodies of water you can find elsewhere.”

She took a sip of her tea. It tasted like flowers, too. “What brought you to my show?”

He smiled at her. “I like singers. They calm me down.”

As soon as he finished his tea, he looked at the clock on the stove. The afternoon was slowly slipping into sunset as though it was not ready to go to bed yet.

“I must go,” he said. He came towards Ursula and gave her a kiss. It was fleeting, unlike the last one, but just as mesmerizing. “I will be back tonight. Wait for me.”

Shaking her head slowly, she smiled. “I will be here. Where would I go?”

He put his hiking boots back on and tied them tightly, sitting on the floor as he did so. “You may go into the lake or explore along the grounds of the inn.” He stood up and looked her in the eyes. “But you must not go into the mountains in the evening or in the early morning. Promise me.”

She smiled a little, confused. “Well, I wasn’t planning to—”

“Promise me!”

“Okay,” she said. “I promise.”

He smirked that smirk again. “Good girl.”

With that, he opened the door to the cabin and was gone, closing the door behind him.

Ursula stood up quickly and went to the door, locking it and pulling on it to make sure the lock held fast. If this was John Asher’s cabin, why didn’t he have keys for it? She noticed, too, that he wasn’t wearing a jacket or a coat, even though the temperature was going down considerably now that the sunlight was fading.

Her host was a strange young man. He was clearly infatuated with her, and she did not understand why or how. Ursula supposed that she had a certain prettiness about her, but she didn’t think that it would spawn this sort of adoration.

The fact that he had essentially tricked her into going to Lake Tahoe and staying in his house with him was a problem that she would need to address. She was glad to have the vacation and the place to stay, but there was so far little that separated his actions from those of a serial killer. She would have to check in at the inn and see if she could find out more about him from someone other than John Asher himself.

This little adventure of hers was definitely more interesting than anything she had experienced before. Her ex-boyfriend Wesley could only
wish
that he’d be this exciting. But still, Ursula felt unsure about what John wanted from her. She imagined, given that there was only one bed in this place, that he would be sleeping in it with her. It spooked her a bit, how okay she was with that…

He was sexy and mysterious, but she still was not sure if she could trust him or if she should be afraid.

True to her promise, Ursula stayed near the cabin instead of venturing off into the mountain wilderness. She was not a big hiker anyway. Climbing uphill drained her energy, and she had not come on this vacation in order to tire herself out. Instead, she got dressed in a pretty turquois turtleneck and some jeans and walked to the Black Bear Inn. It was not a very long walk, but she didn’t remember it being as winding and difficult to navigate as it was. She blamed it on the impending darkness. Twilight hung in the air, making it just difficult enough to be unable to fully see which direction was the right one.

When she finally made it inside the inn, she was hugging herself because the temperatures in the Sierra Nevada were definitely cooler than she expected. John had been correct about that. She walked up to the girl at the desk, who smiled at her in greeting.

“Welcome to the Black Bear Inn,” the concierge said cheerfully. “How may I help you?”

“Hi, I’m Ursula Blake. I’m staying in the cabin a little ways from here. I’m John Asher’s guest.”

The girl’s eyes widened a little, but then they went back to normal as though she had rehearsed it many times. “Oh, I see. Well, is there something you need?”

Ursula shook her head. “No, not really. I was just wondering if you could maybe tell me a little bit about him. He said he’s the owner of this place.”

The concierge appeared uncomfortable.  “Let me get my manager. She can probably give you more and better information than I can.” With that, she went into the back room.

Ursula busied herself by picking up one of the inn’s business cards as well as a brochure. It would be a good idea to plan out some of the things she was interested in doing while at Lake Tahoe. Nothing was preventing her from enjoying herself there, apart from the feeling that something was not completely right about the place or her host.

A few minutes later, the lady she had seen at the counter before came out of the back office. She beamed at Ursula. “Hello again,” she said. “I understand you have some questions about Mr. Asher?”

Nodding, Ursula slipped the business card and brochure into the back pocket of her jeans. The inn’s manager gestured for Ursula to follow her and led her to the lounge area of the inn’s lobby. She sat on the large, green couch and Ursula sat beside her.

“Mr. Asher is the son of Howard Asher, who founded this inn and the recreation activities that it offers,” the manager said. “The senior Mr. Asher died about ten years ago, leaving the inn and everything in the junior Mr. Asher’s hands. He lives in the cabin you’re in and makes sure that everything is going accordingly. He’s a… strange man, but from all the time I’ve spent around him, I know he is kind and a good person to know.”

Ursula listened attentively, nodding a little when the lady mentioned that he was strange. That was for sure. “He told me not to go on the mountain in the morning or the evening… Any idea why?”

A darkness seemed to pass over the manager’s face. She frowned slightly. Ursula got the feeling that she wasn’t supposed to notice that frown. “It is dangerous to go far into the forest when the sun is not up,” the manager said. “That is when the
bear
comes out.”

Something about the way she said that made Ursula gulp. “The bear?” she asked.

The manager nodded. “It’s best to stay indoors. He keeps to himself, most of the time, but if he sees you…”

“I think I get the message.” Ursula could understand why a bear catching sight of a human could be bad. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Why did they allow a bear to hang out around their tourist inn? “Is it the bear the inn is named after?”

The manager had to think about that for a second. “Yes and no,” she said. She got up from the couch and smoothed out her black business slacks. “I should be getting back to work now. Just please heed Mr. Asher’s advice. He is a good man. He just wants to keep you safe.”

She went back to the room behind the counter, whispering something in the concierge’s ear as she went past. The concierge looked frightened and glanced over at Ursula.

For her part, Ursula was starting to feel as though she was on one of those weird
History Channel
shows. Everyone at the Black Bear Inn was nice, but something about them was really starting to give her the creeps.

Going back to her room took even longer than the stroll to the inn had taken, and when she arrived back in her cabin she was careful to close and lock the door again. Ursula went to the fireplace and, lighting a match, set the logs ablaze. The expansive living room warmed up in no time.

She pulled the business card and brochure out of her back pocket. She set the card down on the table and opened up the brochure, flipping through the pages to see if there was anything that jumped out at her as a possible activity for her vacation. Apparently she could rent a fishing rod from the inn. She’d never been fishing before in her life.

The wind started to howl outside and she wondered what kept John. He hadn’t explained what he had to go do, and the manager hadn’t really explained what sort of things he did there. As far as Ursula knew, he was just the owner who helped keep things up and running. Hadn’t he said something about his dad being a lumberjack? Maybe he was a lumberjack too…

She could get used to the idea of hanging out with a sexy lumberjack. He just needed to get his ass back there and hang out with her. She’d be less worried about who he was if he’d stick around.

Sure enough, as soon as she’d settled into the couch with her book, there was a knock at the door. Why on earth did John not carry a key? Ursula got up and went to the door.

She pulled it open while debating in her mind about whether or not she should put on another layer. John lurched forward into the cabin and closed the door behind him. He looked disheveled, his shirt unbuttoned in odd places and his hair completely unkempt.

“It must be windier than I thought,” she said. “Why don’t you have a key to your cabin?”

He didn’t answer her but went straight to the kitchen. He turned the faucet and started drinking huge gulps of water from the sink. Ursula stood there with her arms folded in front of her chest.

So far, this weekend had been completely weird.

Suddenly, as quick as he’d gone to the sink, he was back in front of her, holding her in his arms. He brought his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. She dropped her arms to her sides, surprised, then brought them up to his back, gently rubbing and scratching at it as they kissed.

“I see you lit a fire,” he said in his gruff, husky voice. She’d almost forgotten how he sounded and now that she’d heard him speak again, she melted a little. He was sexy and mysterious and she was starting to really like it.

“I was getting chilly,” she explained. Her own voice came out quietly, almost as though she was timid.

“Let me warm you up,” he replied. He kissed her deeply again and effortlessly lifted her into his arms. Sexy, mysterious and
strong
. John carried her to the rug in front of the fireplace and laid her down on it, leaning himself over her as they kissed and ran their hands all over each other.

They went at the zippers of each other’s pants at the same time, which made Ursula giggle a little. He smirked back and pulled off her jeans, followed soon by her panties. She succeeded in removing his black jeans to discover that his cock was fully erect within his black boxers. Paying no mind to it for the moment, he lowered himself to her soft, wet spot between her legs and began to lick and kiss it.

“Ohhh,” she moaned. “Oh, my god…” Her back bucked off the floor as he made her cum. It didn’t take her long to do so, and she marveled at him as he pulled off his shirt then her turtleneck. He fondled her breasts for a moment, and then she grabbed the top of his boxers and yanked them down.

As if she had commanded him to do so, John got on top of her and thrust his big, lengthy cock into her. “Ahh!” she gasped as she felt him stretch her open. “Ffffuck yeah.” She licked her lips, looking into his haunting brown eyes.

John stared intently back at her as he moved within her, speeding up and slowing down, making her dizzy with anticipation and feelings she had never felt before. He made love to her like an animal, leaning down and biting her neck as he sped up his thrusting. She could feel him grunting against her skin. Gently, she ran her fingers over the scars on his torso. They were raised somewhat. She wondered, again, how he had gotten them. Maybe from rough sex…

Grabbing the clasp of her bra as he moved, he pulled it off of her and sucked at her left breast. Ursula ran her fingers through his black, messy hair. He smelled like fish and pine trees and the wild outdoors. He thrust himself deep inside of her and she screamed. “John! John, yes!!!”

Ursula wrapped her legs around him and John clamped his eyes shut, letting out a roar-like sound as he came inside her.

As soon as he had calmed down and got his breath and heartbeat back to normal, he pulled his penis out of her and walked into the kitchen.

She rolled over on the floor and watched him go. Her head was swimming. She couldn’t believe this was happening. As he stood there, naked and looking through the fridge, she admired the view of his ass. He even had a great, muscular butt. She wondered what the hell he did in his spare time. Surely he went to the gym or something…

Remembering that he’d just came inside of her, she went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up. “I hope you don’t have anything I need to worry about now,” she said loud enough for him to hear.

John smirked into the refrigerator, pulling out a beer for himself and one for her. She came back out and gasped a little, surprised to find him standing there waiting for her, holding the two bottles of beer.

“I’m not really a fan of beer,” she said. Thinking it over, she took a bottle anyway. “Oh, what the hell.”

They went back to the living room and collected their clothes. She was somewhat sad to see him put clothes back on, but it was chilly and she didn’t want either of them to end up with a cold. Once they were dressed again, they sat on the couch, cuddling and looking at the fire.

“Where do you go during the evening?” she asked. “The manager at the inn warned me about a bear that wanders around here. Be careful, okay?”