No Ordinary Bloke (40 page)

“No, love, I just wanted to watch you walk.” Now only a foot away, I placed my hands on her ivory shoulders and admired her. “I have to ask. Do you normally backpack across Europe with lingerie or did you pick this up today?”

“Today.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I thought you might like it.”

“So while I thought I was going to be sleeping alone, you had it planned the whole time, we’d end up here?”

“I’m not sure I can say I planned it, but I wanted to be prepared.” She turned her gaze away from me. “I was so excited to see you again.”

“You were?”

I tried to look her in the eye, but she moved her head further from me. “After what you’ve done for me…How you took me back.”

“Twas nothing, darling.”

I slipped my hand under her chin and gently moved her face so I could see her. She smiled, but her eyes welled with tears. “I just love you so much. I wanted to show you.”

My heart felt like it was going to explode from pride and devotion to this woman. With my own voice breaking, I said, “I think I’m the luckiest man alive then because I love you beyond measure.”

I kissed her softly, but our tongues soon met again, and all that emotion morphed into passion. The woman
was
standing before me in sexy lingerie. No matter how heartfelt the moment was my body didn’t forget there was a woman ready and waiting for it. I took the kisses down from her mouth, past her neck, and into her cleavage, and as my head lowered, she ran her fingers through my hair and clenched my head against her chest.

Dipping my fingertips beneath the lace of her bra, I found a lovely nipple to fondle and suck and then another to do the same. She arched her back to me, and I took the encouragement. After a few minutes devoted to her breasts, I sank to my knees and smiled at her knickers. I looked up to see her staring adoringly down at me. “I must say. This is very inspirational.”

“I’m glad.” She giggled.

Pulling her knickers to the side, I went to work on her bits, already wet with excitement. As I licked and sucked her every little ridge and fold, I kept my eyes above me so I could see what effect I had. Her eyes were closed, but her hands stayed in my hair, forcing my head in a way that I must admit was rather sexy, even for a bloke like me who liked to be in charge. My dick grew hard as I licked her over and over, and she soon came through with a shuddering orgasm, gripping my head and crying out my name and something about God. I took that as a compliment.

Afterward I couldn’t wait. Even before I was up from my knees, I was unbuttoning my shirt, and I continued to rid myself of pesky clothing as I kissed her hard while guiding her to the bed. We rolled around on the bed for a while, losing clothes and knickers along the way. She tried to remove her stockings, but I stopped our kiss and moved her hand aside. “No, no, no. I want those on.”

“You do?”

“Yes, please.” I kissed her again and then spread her stocking clad legs out for me. “This is what I want.”

“Then by all means…” She laughed and reached for my dick, stroking it a few times. I moved in between her legs and then watched a scene I couldn’t have even conjured up in my fantasies. She rubbed my dick against her clit while her stockinged legs shook a bit with anticipation. When I moaned, she slipped my dick perfectly inside her. Yes, it was erotic and sexy, and all my dick wanted to do was give her a good pounding, but when I looked into her eyes, my heart took over. “I love you,” I said, as I slowly began to move.

Wrapping her legs around my waist, she smiled and touched my cheek. “And I love you.”

A
year later, Allison and I drove a crap American rental car through the quaint Iowa farmland. I’d been to her family’s farm once before last Christmas when the land was covered in snow. Now it was a different world of vast expanses of green and gold and really fucking loud.

“What’s that noise?” I said over the hot wind as we drove with the convertible top down. Despite the noise of the wind and the car on the road, there was a roar in the background.

“Cicadas.” Allison smiled.

“Can you turn them off?”

She saw my smirk and swatted my arm. “No, silly. They’re the sound of summer.”

“How the hell does anyone think around here?”

“Just like they do everywhere else. How is it different than noise in a city?”

“Because this sound could be the beginning of an alien invasion. In the city, it’s just cars and horns and blokes yelling.”

“If aliens land on earth, they’re not coming to Iowa.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too boring.”

“You love it here. Admit it.”

“I do, but I love London, too.”

I rubbed her arm. “That’s my girl.”

She was excited for the trip, telling me there was nothing like the Fourth of July in small town America. I liked the idea of the beer drinking with her brother, Larry. Back in December, we’d got on well. Because of the snow, we spent most of our time inside where Larry and I watched sport most of the day. Over the course of my visit, he taught me American football and I introduced him to real football. Allison hung out with her mum, while her nieces and nephews played outside in the freezing cold. While everyone else was having fun and enjoying the festivities, her other brother, Pete, oversaw the farm and glared at me like he was going to wring my bloody neck at first chance.

Allison told me that Pete was that way with any bloke she brought home, and I believed her to some extent. A giant, gruff man, he spoke little and smiled even less. No doubt, he would’ve treated old Trey like the tosser he was. He would’ve liked him even less than me, which was saying something. Pete rarely talked to me, though I felt like I was under his watch all the time. From what I could tell, no man was going to be good enough for his little sister, especially a foreigner who she was shacking up with on the other side of the earth. Even before I’d ever seen Dr. Green, Pete was the kind of bloke I’d never get into a fight with. That man could kill me. Because I was banging his sister, he had a good reason, and I avoided him as much as possible. I loved Allison, but I didn’t want to die.

Later that day, I maneuvered so I’d have some time alone with her mum. When Allison announced that she was going to take her nieces and nephews down the swimming hole, I said I’d stay back and help her mum with some broken drawers in her antique sideboard. Mrs. Wright beamed at me, while I was just happy to be inside working with my hands on furniture than being outside. Iowa was a little hot for a fair-skinned bloke.

As I repositioned the bent rails the drawers should sit straight on, Mrs. Wright hovered over me. She told me the entire history of the sideboard, including everyone in their family who’d owned it and what they used to store in it. She seemed especially proud that her grandfather stored the family’s booze in it during prohibition. I told her that was reason enough to save the piece from disrepair.

When I was done, I sat on the dining room floor, cleaning my greasy hands on a towel. Mrs. Wright was effusive as she repeatedly opened and shut the drawers. “They work wonderfully. Larry doesn’t know how to do these things at all, and Pete tried to fix them, but after working on them for three hours, they still never worked. I can’t wait to tell him that you did it in five minutes.”

“Yeah, maybe don’t tell him that.” I chuckled. “He doesn’t like me very much.”

“That’s Pete’s way. He’s just looking out for Allison. Don’t mind him.”

I stared up at the woman for a moment. Allison had many of her same features, including the same profile, but Mrs. Wright had blue eyes and no freckles on her wrinkled cheeks. Allison’s red hair and green eyes must’ve come from her dad. “Mrs. Wright,” I said, as I rose so I could sit on a chair near her. “That’s actually what I’ve wanted to talk with you about.”

“What’s that?”

“You see,” I said, taking a seat. “I like looking out for Allison as well. I love her. I want to marry her, but I wanted to talk with you first. I’d like your blessing before I ask her.”

Mrs. Wright’s blue eyes lit up, and she clasped both her hands together. “Do you? Do you really?”

“Of course. Very much.”

“Oh, I’m so happy. She loves you. It’s so obvious.” Putting a hand over her hear she said, “I’d love for you to be my son-in-law.”

“Thank you, ma’am. It would be an honor for me.”

She leaned over and hugged me saying, “I know that Larry and Pete are going to so happy for you two.”

I pulled away. “Pete? Really?”

“Why not?” She sat back in her seat. “Has he said anything to you?”

“No, but he often gives me a look like he would like to.”

“I’m sorry. He’s just protective of her.” She patted her gray hair in thought and then looked up. “Can I suggest something?”

“What’s that?”

“It was very kind, and not necessary at all, for you to ask me before you asked Allison. I think it would go a long way with Pete if you asked him. He stepped in after her father died, and he feels a responsibility for her. It would mean a lot to be asked.”

“Of course.” I smiled, but didn’t breathe as I wondered why the fuck I’d ever agreed to that.

It took a good twenty-four hours for me to gather up enough courage and find my fucking balls to talk to Pete. Allison and her mum had gone shopping for the Fourth of July picnic. Larry was off working, while his wife and Pete’s watched the kids at the swimming hole. I told everyone I was going to work as well, but really I was just biding my time. I sat in my room looking out the window at Pete as he did chores and barked orders at the farmhands. After an hour, I saw him enter his office at the side of the barn. Because of all the machinery and tools, if he got mad, it wasn’t the safest location for me to request his sister’s hand, but it was better than the house. There was a shotgun in here.

Looking for some psychological encouragement, I opened up my suitcase and took out the blue box from Tiffany’s. I peered in and admired the diamond that seemed to demand to be seen. It had been in a box far too long, and it was time it met its rightful owner. With a deep breath, I put it away and headed outside the house.

Pete’s office door was open as I walked up to it. The giant man sat at his small desk, tapping away on a laptop. All around him were papers stacked high, though the space was orderly. If it was one of my co-worker’s offices, I’d say it had the looks of a place that made money. Since the farm always ran in the black, it was true here as well. He hadn’t heard me approach so I knocked on the door. “Hello.”