Pink Neon Dreams (20 page)

“It still sounds scary,” she said.
“Even more frightening because someone might come after me.”

“It is but I’ll work it out,” he said. “It’ll be all
right, Cecily.”

For a woman on the verge of being charged with
murder and grand theft, a woman struggling to make a new life, and someone
who’d survived a decade in a hellish marriage only to hit a new patch of trouble,
she should be worried and scared down deep.
 
And she was—but she possessed a new happiness too, one she couldn’t even
begin to describe.
 
She put her arms
around Daniel and sighed. “I believe you, sugar.”

“Do you,
querida?”
he asked, sounding amused.

“I do,” Cecily said. “And I need you.”

She meant to convey need in an emotional sense, a
longing to have him nearby and to be part of her life.
 
But the words stirred her loins and evoked an
inner fire.
 
The stern expression he wore
since their visit to Springfield faded and he looked down at her, his eyes lit
with desire.

“Something like this?” he said and kissed her. His
lips moved over her mouth without haste and lingered.
 
Cecily tasted something pungent and powerful
on his tongue, not quite vodka, definitely not whiskey.
 
The faint remnant raised her body temperature
another level and her lips molded against his, soft and pliable as well-kneaded
dough.
 
His hands invaded beneath her
tank top and fondled her breasts.
 
She
hadn’t put on a bra and now she shivered as his fingers tempted and
touched.
 
Cecily lacked panties so when
Daniel probed lower, he found the curly mat above her pussy.
 
He stroked it as she pushed against him,
craving more.

“Oh, God yes, sugar,” she moaned.
“Just
like that.”

Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt and strayed across
his flesh, pausing to tweak his nipples.
 
Their mouths remained fused together but never still.
 
The way his lips sucked at hers, pulled and
teased, every nibbled filled her with an incredible rush.
 
And it made her want more.
 
His hands
erupted
goose pimples across her flesh and body.
 
Wanton want increased with each stroke until Cecily thought she’d pass
out from the intense longing.

His leisurely kisses fed the rising hunger but
sharpened it too.
 
His stiff cock pressed
against her thigh with such force she figured he burned in the same way, wanted
the same release.
 
Although she caressed
him wherever she could reach, it wasn’t enough.
 
Before she could mouth any complaints or suggest any direction, Daniel
swept her up into his arms.
 
Cecily
wrapped her arms around his neck for support and also because his impetuous
action sent thrills rippling through her body.
 
He carried her into the bedroom and put her on the bed.
 
His fingers pulled her shorts off and without
waiting for any
signals,
he lowered his mouth onto her
cunt.

As his breath touched her sensitive flesh, she
shivered and then lost all ability to think as Daniel inserted his tongue into
her pussy.
 
Much smaller than his dick,
his tongue darted inward to lick at her clit with delicious motions.
 
She convulsed with pleasure, her small groans
lost among all the wild delights she experienced.
 
Heat traveled through her like a sudden fever
and Cecily burned.
 

Daniel pulled out and hovered above her, his arms
braced against the bed. He kissed her again and she tasted her own cum, salty
and a little strange on her lips.

Without conscious thought, her body pushed upward to
meet his, her arms stretching out to hold him, to draw him closer.
 
She managed to pull his shirt from his body
and paused as he removed his pants.
 
Cecily
reached for him, but he caught her hands and held them.

“Let me,
querida
,”
he said. “Let me love you.”

He meant to pleasure her, to give without taking and
although a protest formed on her lips, Cecily couldn’t speak it.
 
Need made her selfish, want turned her greedy
and she surrendered so he could have his way with her.
 

Daniel’s mouth slammed down on hers with the force
of an invader, the powerful desire of a barbarian yet enough courtesy lingered
to keep it sweet.
 
Although he still held
her hands caught in one big paw, his other hand stroked her body with cocksure
confidence.
 
His fingers massaged her
nipples, first one,
then
the other with delicious
torture.
 
He trailed a line with his
fingers from between her breasts down to her pussy, sharp as a knife, hot as a
lit candle.
 
Daniel rubbed her cleft and
already aroused from his tongue work, it moistened and yearned.

Just when she thought she’d scream with frustration
with waiting, he inserted his dick into her.
 
He didn’t ram it hard or pound her with it, just came in slow and
steady.
 
The sensation rocked her,
intense and amazing.
 
Cecily tightened
her walls to caress him as he inched inward. Once she contained his length, he
moved with the graceful motions of a dance.
 
Powerful waves erupted in response as erotic wonder spread outward,
sending the physical joy from her vagina through all her body.

Even then Daniel didn’t hurry but took his time as
he worked their bodies into one.
 
Her body
quivered and spasmed as an orgasm approached.
 
He must’ve felt it coming, sensed the vibration like the first rumble of
a major earthquake because he stepped up his pace and they came together in one
jumbled rush of sensation.
 
God, it feels good, warm and hot and wet and
intense.
 
Cecily knew he’d penetrated
into her secret places, physical and emotional.
 
He bonded with her and made them one in a deeper way than ever before.

Close and connected, she cuddled against Daniel as
he claimed a new position at her side.
 
Cecily
wrapped her legs around his body and laid still, the sound of his heartbeat
steady in her ears, the rush of his breath slowing to match her own pace.
 
Her cunt radiated residual heat, sticky and
sated, so tender if she moved, she experienced a new tingle.
 
They remained tangled, in harmony for a long
time, neither speaking but without a need for words.
 
She parted her lips to say the words she
wanted to share, but her phone, still tucked into the pocket of her discarded
shorts, sang out.
 
One hand groped for it,
but Daniel retrieved it from the wadded sheets and handed it to her.
 
He, like she, must know it would be Nia.

“Hello?”

“I’m leaving the house now to head out to O’Hare,”
her cousin said. “My flight leaves at three forty-five and should arrive at
five-fourteen. You gonna pick me up?”

“Yeah, we’ll be there,” Cecily said. Words tasted
odd in her mouth after the intimate silence.

“What’re you doing? You sound funny.” Nia’s voice
carried a heavy tone of amusement.

“What do you think?” she replied. “We’ll be there,
okay.”

“Better be,” her cousin said. “See you then.”

Cecily put down her cell.
 
“She’s coming.”

“What time?”

“Five-fourteen.”

“It’s after three now,” Daniel said. “I’m taking a
shower and then we’ll go.
 
We’ve got a
lot to do,
chica.”

Aware of the powerful musk they both emitted, she
grinned. “I need a shower too, sugar. And then we’ll get whatever we need done
including picking up Nia.”

****

Two hours later, they waited in the main lobby at
the Springfield-Branson Airport.
 
Although Cecily asked what might happen if any FBI personnel happened to
see them together and Daniel admitted it wouldn’t be the best thing, he refused
to let her meet Nia alone.

“We’re in this together,” he said. “And I’m not
going to risk letting Tillman or some other gung-ho dickweed try to take you
into custody.”

 
If she
weren’t in trouble up to her chin, Cecily would’ve objected on general
principle, but at the moment she craved his protection, almost as much as she
did his body. And she admitted if only to herself having someone take
responsibility for her offered an appeal.
 
Except for her mom during early childhood, it wasn’t something Cecily
had experienced.

“Thank you for being with me,” Cecily told Daniel.

“At the airport?” he asked with an upraised eyebrow
and a grin.

“Here and in this whole mess,” she said. “If the
information board is right, her plane’s here.”

Although the lobby seemed small compared to the
scale of Chicago’s O’Hare and the many other major airports she’d visited, it
provided both space and comfort.
 
When
passengers funneled in, she spotted Nia and squealed. “There she is!”

Without waiting, she sprinted over and hugged her
cousin.
 
Nia’s hair hung in dreadlocks
and she wore a vivid yellow outfit.
 
“I’m
glad you’re here,” Cecily said. “I’ve missed your ass, girl but damn, I didn’t
know I should’ve worn sunglasses.”

“You look damn fine,” Nia said. “Bitch, don’t you
dis my outfit.
 
Yellow’s my color, girl
and you know it.
 
Where’s your guy? He
can carry my bags for me.”

“He’s not your servant,” Cecily said with sass. “But
he’s the good looking one over there.”

She pointed and when Nia followed her finger, she
screeched. “Damn, he’s fine.”

“And he’s mine,” Cecily said. She wasn’t joking now.
“He’s off limits for you, Nia.”

“All right,” her cousin said with pouted lips. “But
tell me he’s got a brother just as sexy.”

Aware she had no clue if he had one brother or a
dozen, a sister or none, Cecily laughed and moved through the milling crowds toward
Daniel with Nia trailing behind.
 
She
linked her arm through his to stake her claim. “Daniel, sugar, this is my
cousin, Nia. Bitch, this is Daniel Padilla, best damn thing to happen to me in
a long time.”

After the pleasantries, Daniel retrieved Nia’s bags
and they headed for his sedan.
 
Nia
pleaded a need to use the ladies room so the two women made a stop. “I’ll pick
you up out front,” Daniel said.

Once they entered the restroom and found it vacant,
Nia turned to Cecily, hands parked on her hips. “Are you all right? He’s hotter
than salsa, but you’re in deep shit and I’m worried.”

“I’m fine,” Cecily said.
 
“We’ve got it under control, Nia.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“One hundred percent, yeah, I am.
 
I trust Daniel.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I love him, too.” Saying aloud took courage and
made it real.
 
Now if she could just
summon up the guts to tell Daniel, they’d be good.

Nia shook her head. “That’s no surprise. I knew
it.
 
I read you like a book, cuz.
 
Kind of fast work, though, isn’t it?”

“Not really,” Cecily said. “We connected from the
moment he walked into Pink Neon. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“I have and then I got over it, like the flu,” Nia
said with a wicked grin. “Oh, don’t look at me like you want to carve me up.
I’m happy for you if it’s real.
 
I’ve had
the worst luck with men so I’m suspicious.”

“Don’t be.”

“So what happens after this is over? Do you two ride
off into the sunset together?”

Cecily had wondered too. “I don’t know, but I’d like
to be together, whatever, however.”

“You’ve got it bad, don’t you?” Nia said with some
sympathy. “Well, let’s go before he comes after us.
 
He might put us in handcuffs or something.”

Once they were in the car, Daniel offered to stop
somewhere for a meal. Cecily, mindful they might run into someone from the
local FBI office, suggested they wait until they reached Branson. “I’m not
familiar here,” she said to explain.

He nodded. “Neither am I,” he said. “Okay, we’ll
wait.”

After a meal at a crowded café along Branson’s busy
Strip, Daniel drove them back to Cecily’s.
 
Then, at his suggestion, Cecily drove Nia down to Pink Neon to show her
cousin around.
 
“Aren’t you coming with
us?” she asked Daniel.

“No,” he said. “I’ve got a couple of things to take
care of first. I’ll meet you at the house later.
And Cecily?”