A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (16 page)

“Sounds like a lot of fun for a young man.”

“It was. Probably one of the best times with the club was
when we got involved with the Grand Prix circuit and the club members
volunteered to work race management. My dad made sure I had a good spot to
watch the race. My job was to keep drunken people off the race course, so I was
equipped with an official t-shirt that read Race Management, a whistle and a
set of ear plugs. I had a great time with full VIP access to the pits, but by
far the best part was I got to ride in the Pace Car around the track. However
it could’ve been better if they let me drive the car.”

“Would you like to drive a race car? Dumb question. Don’t
answer that. Do you still participate in car rallies with the club?”

“No, my dad no longer belongs to that club, but I would love
to get back into doing car rallies when my schedule permits it. My dad would
probably love to get back into racing. He always says driving a race car is the
most fun you can have with your pants on,” he said with a hearty laugh.

“So your father is to blame for your wicked ways.” I laughed
receiving a smirk. In turn, I steered the subject away from sexy time talk.
“Does he still have the MG? I would love to see it. Those MG sports cars are so
cute!”

“Cute?” He laughed and answered, “No. Although, he did just
purchase another vintage car and is having it restored. He’s sparked my
interest, and I gave him a list of cars for him to start scouting for me. I
think I would like another vintage car.” A big smile spread across his handsome
face and sparkling blue eyes looked my direction as he asked, “Do you know how
to drive a manual transmission? I’d love to take you to the track one day.”

“Yes. My father insisted I know how to drive both manual and
automatic. My first car was a five-speed manual transmission convertible VW
Beetle... What track?”

“Why does that not surprise me? I can see you driving that
car. It's very girly!” He smiled and as usual, my panties moistened. Will the
butterflies in my stomach ever stop when he looks at me with those pearly
whites and gleaming blue eyes? “Yes, a race track in Monticello. My dad and I
sometimes go out to the track for a little friendly competition."

“I see how you drive on the streets; I can only imagine you
on a race track.” I laughed and then I was suddenly thrown by a familiar old
tune starting to play. “And this music interest?”

“Vintage car. Vintage music. Maybe I was born in the wrong
era.” Evan laughed.

“You sound like my mother.” This music reminded me of her.
“She loved old movies, especially musicals. She always played old standards and
sung along. She said her ultimate dream was to sing in a swanky lounge,
reclining on a grand piano in an evening gown.” I could visualize her. She was
so beautiful. I wished she could meet this amazing man next to me. I was quiet.
Evan reached over and squeezed my hand. I smiled and turned to look at him. “I
wish you could’ve known my parents.”

“Me too, bébé... Me too.”

I didn't want to cry, so I inquired more about his rebellion
years. “So you rebelled, and your dad put you in check?” I grinned at him, and
he smirked.

“I rebelled a little. Never liked living upstate. Missed
city living. The car stuff helped. But I was quite upset that my parents took
me away from my friends. Every chance I got, I stayed in the city. I’m a city
boy. What about you, do you miss living upstate? Are you a country girl at
heart?”

“Actually, I love New York. Loved when my parents would take
me into the city; I would imagine living a glamorous lifestyle. When it came
time to select a college, I applied to universities in Manhattan. The only
thing I miss about ‘country living’ is the life I had with my parents.” I could
feel tears start to fall on my cheeks, and I sighed, “There’s nothing in the
country for me now.”

Tenderly he reached for my hand, bringing it to his mouth;
he kissed the inside of my wrist. Oh mon dieu! I love him!

As we drove farther north, I could see we were nearing my
hometown, and I was a bit apprehensive until we pulled into the long driveway
of a beautiful bed and breakfast. I could see we were within walking distance
of downtown where I spent many hours shopping, eating, and hanging out with my
high school friends. I hadn't been up here since my parents' funeral. And
before that I hadn't been in this quaint little part of downtown since my last
year of high school. It was hard to believe that was eleven years ago.

“My parents live a couple of miles from here.” Evan said
idly as he peered out the windshield at the Inn.

“You're only three years older than me. I'm surprised we
lived so close to each other, and I never knew you. This town is not exactly
big,” I stated looking at him. “I can’t imagine I would forget your handsome
face.”

“I attended an all-boys school so I would not have seen you
there. And I went into to the city to visit friends as often as my parents
would allow me. Right after high school graduation I left for good, got a job
interning in Manhattan the summer before university and lived with a friend's
family.”

“And your sisters are not close to my age either? So close
and yet so far apart.”

“No. My oldest sister is three years older than me, and my
youngest sister is eight years younger. I think she was an ‘oops’ baby, but
don’t tell her that.” Evan laughed and added, “She’s a good oops. You will meet
both of them tomorrow night. They will both love you.”

I was a bit nervous and yet a bit excited to meet his
family. Being around a family during the holidays would be nice. I hoped so,
anyway.

Sensing my anxiety, Evan smiled, giving my knee a quick
squeeze, “Here we are, bébé! Let's go check it out.”

Evan helped me out of the car as I glanced around, taking it
all in. “I can’t believe I’ve lived in this town practically my whole life, and
I’ve never seen this place before. I guess it could be that it’s surrounded by
beautiful old oak trees that hide it from the main road.”

The inn was quite picturesque, like something out of an old
movie. It was a large white Colonial style house with black shutters set on
arched multi-paned windows, and window boxes that were probably filled with
beautiful flowers in warmer weather. It was like being transported right into
one of the musicals I loved to watch with my mother at Christmas time.  I could
imagine singing bellhops greeting us at the front door. I felt my chest
tighten, but I refused to give in to it. I was determined to abandon all
negative thoughts and make this a happy getaway.

“What do you think?”

“I think I would like you naked, between my legs, in one of
the rooms.” I giggled. “Oh, and the inn is lovely.”

“Oh bébé.” He growled. “I can guarantee just that once we
get checked in.” This time when he grabbed for my hand instead of kissing my
wrist he nibbled and licked my wrist. I couldn't help but moan as tingles ran
from my wrist, up my arm, down my trembling body and straight between my
thighs.

With a small grin tugging at his lips, he guided me through
the entrance into a quaint holiday wonderland complete with a huge Christmas
tree. While he went to the front desk to check-in, I looked around: I adored
the white railing wrapped with holiday garland and ribbons that ran up the
large wooden staircase that led to the second floor. Enormous area rugs
throughout all of the rooms took the chill off the dark hard wood floors.
Through the doorway on the left, I could see the restaurant dining room. Off to
the right was a large sitting room, parlor. Comfy looking furnishings were
arranged in front of a delightful roaring fire. At the end of the room, there
were two opened doors leading to a library. The place was so romantic and
smelled of Christmas; cinnamon and pine cones. I felt like twirling around in
all the holiday warmth. I was so wrapped up in my fantasy that I didn't hear
Evan until he tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around to look into his blue, blue
eyes, and I knew mine were sparkling right back into his. Throwing my arms
around his neck, I placed kisses all over his face.

Evan hugged me, kissed my forehead and laughed. “Come on,
bébé. I got us one of the bungalows behind the main house.” He raised a wicked
eyebrow. “I don’t want you to scare the other guest when I make you scream over
and over.”

“Mmmm.” I giggled, and apparently blushed because Evan
commented on how my face was turning a lovely shade of pink.

We returned to the car and Evan drove around to the back of
the property to our private bungalow. It was very charming, bright and cheerful
inside; an adorable smaller version of the main house. There was a sitting area
in front of a fireplace and a large four-poster bed. In the bathroom, there was
a huge claw-foot tub for two as well as a shower. It was all very romantic.
Evan brought our bags in, hung our evening wear and deposited our luggage on
the floor. I was standing in the middle of the room, taking it all in, when
strong arms swept me up and carried me straight to bed.

“Hmmm. I like these bedposts,” he growled while he covered
my throbbing body and bit my neck.

“Is that so?” I laughed softly, “What do you like about
them?”

“Let me show you, bébé,” he said in a deep husky whisper.

DRESSED FOR DINNER in evening
entire, we walked to the inn. Entering a back entrance that took us through a
lounge, a jazz combo was playing in the corner near a dance floor. In the main
dining room tables were dressed for the holiday with forest green tablecloths
and red poinsettias. The smells coming from the kitchen were incredible, and
the food proved to be just as scrumptious as Evan’s chef friend Luc-Julien said
it would be. The wine selection was exquisite, but the best part of this dining
experience was being in the company of this gorgeous man. Truly divine!

As our dining experience drew to an end, Evan stood and
extended his hand to me, “Dance with me, bébé.”

He kissed the inside of my wrist as we followed the sound of
the soft jazz and headed back to the lounge. On the dance floor, he twirled me
into his arms. I smiled and purred, “Nice move.”

His hand moved into the small of my back, and he pulled me
firmly into him. I place one hand on his shoulder, and he took my other hand
into his and held it close to his chest. Swaying to the music he closed the gap
between us, moving his mouth to my ear he began to sing. I swooned in his arms
as I heard words drip from his lips; he has a crush… hear me sigh… fall with
such emotion. My heart swelled with joy as I closed my eyes and floated away to
a place filled with love, filled with hope, filled with all I had ever dreamt.
Filled with Evan.

As the song ended, he whispered, “Time to get out of here. I
want you under me. Over me. Basically, I want to fuck you every which way,
bébé.”

In a moaning whispered, I told him, “I’m yours to do as you
wish.” Looking up, batting my eyelashes at my handsome date, I added,
“Emmène-moi au lit maintenant. Take me to bed now, monsieur.”

Looking like the cat that swallowed the canary, he answered
my request, “Mmmm. With great pleasure. Avec grand plaisir, mademoiselle.”

SLIDING OUR BODIES together between
the sheets turned into slipping into the shower and connecting again. Mmmm. We
couldn't seem to stop the need to constantly pleasure each other. Once sated
for a second time this morning, we dressed warmly and ventured outdoors where
we were greeted by a crisp but sunny day. Too cold to walk, we drove down the
road to the downtown area. The town had certainly changed. It appeared far more
hip and trendy than when I was younger. There were some high-end fashion shops,
art galleries, cafes, gourmet food shops along with the antique shops I
remembered.

“Bébé, let’s grab some breakfast. I’m starving. After we
eat, let’s rummage through some of the antique shops.”

“Perfect. I adore antiquing!”

We ate breakfast in a tiny café and then hit the shops.
While Evan was off looking in cases filled with unique cuff links, I stumbled
upon an apothecary cabinet complete with several little square drawers with
metal ring pulls. It reminded me of a couple of art history books I read about
artists going to the apothecary/pharmacist to have their canvas materials
stretched and to purchased their supplies; oils, pigments, brushes. The
pigments would be stored in the apothecary cabinet until they were mixed with
oils or egg whites. I was drawn to the cabinet. It seemed to speak to me. I ran
my fingers along the front of it. If only it could speak, what stories would it
tell? The writing on the front of it was in French. L'art est une expérience
qui transcende toutes les frontières culturelles... il nous fait sentir! - Art
is an experience that transcends all cultural boundaries... it makes us feel!
Who wrote that, I wondered? Opening and closing drawers, I closed my eyes
picturing the artists of the past and their delight at seeing the drawers
filled with colour. As I continued to daydream, I felt Evan move in behind me.
I could smell him. He became part of my vision. I loved the thought of him nude
laying on a daybed while I sketched him. I let out a big sigh and licked my
lips. My nipples perked when I heard whispering in my ear.

“Bébé, what are you imagining? It must be erotic by the look
on your face and your erratic breathing. You're making me hard.”

I backed against him trying to steady my breathing, and
returned to reality. He wrapped his arms around me, and I slowly open my eyes
remembering that we were in a public shop. “This cabinet is amazing. It took me
away to the past. I was romanticizing about being an artist, purchasing
pigments from an apothecary shop that would have the pigments stored in this.”
I ran my hand along the top of the cabinet again and sighed.

“That cabinet got you hot and bothered?” He raised an
eyebrow in my direction.

“Well, it started my train of thought that turned to you
posing nude for me to sketch.” I could feel my face redden.

Evan nuzzled up against my neck and moaned in my ear. “I say
we buy it. It would be perfect in the nook area of the kitchen, and I have the perfect
thing to go above it.” He spun me around to a large French clock sitting on the
floor.

“You and your clocks and watches! Are you perhaps a time
traveler?” I laughed. “Actually I do like the clock, and I think it would be
perfect in that space. And speaking of time…”

Evan cut me off by finishing my sentence precisely how I
would’ve. “I think it’s time to take my bébé back to bed.”

BACK AT THE bungalow, Evan was about
to attack me and give me exactly what I loved. Grabbing at my clothing, he growled,
“Mmmm. Tell me about your fantasy, bébé.”

Wiggling out of his grasp, I grinned as I backed away from
him, “I think I would rather live it.”

“Oh?” He raised two questioning eyebrows.

“Take your clothes off,” I commanded him with a wicked
smile.

“This is getting interesting,” he said and without
hesitating started taking off his clothes. Realizing I was watching his every
move, he slowed his movement, and I licked my lips as more and more hard
muscular flesh was revealed.

Standing in his gorgeous custom birthday suit, he came
toward me, and I put out my hand to stop him. “You need to be a good boy and do
as I say,” I gave him a sexy grin.

Moving in my direction, he asked, “Does this good boy get a
reward?”

“You’re not being a good boy yet.” I giggled. “Go sit in
that chair on the left and lean back. And I’ll think about it.”

He laughed and sat obediently in the chair with a naughty,
naughty grin, “What are you going to do to me in the chair, bébé?”

“You said you want to know my fantasy. I thought maybe I would
sketch you sitting in the chair.” I winked at him, “Put your right elbow on the
arm, extend your hand out to your face with your index finger on your lower
lip… c’est parfait… stay still… ooh la la… trés sexy, monsieur,” I said
breathlessly as I felt my panties moisten and I wasn't sure I can handle not
touching him. I wanted to straddle his hard cock and bit my lip to suppress a
moan.

I hopped off the bed to find my sketchbook and Evan started
wiggling his forefinger urging me to him. “Not yet! Pose for me,” I giggled. I
changed my mind and thought maybe I would prefer him on the bed. Turning my
back to him, I stood in front of the bed, pulled back the covers and start
rumpling the sheets.

“You’re doing that all wrong,” I heard him moving toward me
and before I could turn he began pulling my clothing off, “Let’s make the
setting look real.”

Pushing me on the bed, he was over my body quickly,
capturing my mouth and slipping his tongue into my welcoming mouth. Breaking
our kiss he moved on to my neck, biting and licking me and I moaned his name as
he continued moving his mouth down my body. His hot mouth played with each of
my nipples, and then he skimmed my tummy, my hip bones, my inner thighs, and my
folds. Sucking my clit between his lips I moaned and then screamed his name
when he inserted two fingers into me. Shaking with desire, anticipating a much
needed climax, he stopped and moved back up to my mouth. With his body rubbing
up against mine, he slid his cock into me and started fucking me hard; driving
me into the mattress, rumpling the sheets the right way, straight to a mutual
orgasm.

After our bodies are sated, I jumped off the bed and grabbed
my phone, snapped a photo and moved back to join him on the bed.

Looking at me with a wicked grin, “Where’s your sketch pad?”

I greeted him with my own wicked grin. “No time," I
said crawling back on the bed, right on to his waiting erect cock. “I want you
to fuck me again!”

Rolling me on to my back and thrusting deep into me again,
he growled loudly, “No complaints with that request.”

I DID’T KNOW how we managed to
separate long enough to get ready for the evening, but we did. Dressed in a
fitted red, long sleeved, knee-length dress and Evan in a black three-piece
suit with a red tie and a grey and white polka-dot pocket square, we arrived at
the party. The house was so crowded, and Evan was pulled into an embrace by one
guest after another as I got shuffled along. Luckily, a glass of bubbly was
immediately placed in my hand. This girl never turned down champagne. I found
myself pushed right into the doorway of an empty living room.

The room was elegant with off-white, formal swagged,
brocaded drapery and fringe bottom pale grey-green velvet sofas and chairs.
Drawing me into the room was an enormous floral Christmas arrangement filled
with poinsettias, amaryllis, holly leaves and berries, pine cones and evergreen
branches sitting on a low table in the middle of the sitting area. I was
curious if it smelled as wonderful as it looked. Walking deeper into the room,
I noticed a matte black concert Steinway piano sitting next to a beautifully
decorated Christmas tree. I closed my eyes, imagining Evan playing something
from his big repertoire and felt a smile spread across my lips. Opening my
eyes, I turned and looked into blue eyes. Above a large carved limestone
fireplace was a portrait. There he was; gorgeous chiseled face, sexy stubble,
lush lickable lips, regal nose, and those intense blue eyes I loved so much.
Breaking my focus on his face, my eyes widen as I recognized Jennie and Sylvie
on either side of Evan and behind them Layla and Alex.

What! Evan is Duke? Duke is Evan? Their son? Their brother?
How... how could this be? My heart was pounding.  My breathing was erratic. If
I wasn't careful, I was going to hyperventilate and wind up passed out on the
floor. Oh mon dieu, I could not believe this turn of events, I was in the home
of my parents' friends and business partners. I was in love with Duke Crandall;
Evan Duke is Evan “The Duke” Crandall. How could I not have known? Really, how
could I know?

In all the years of hearing about how I should meet Duke I
was never shown a photo of him. Our parents were always trying to set us up.
They all joked that I was the perfect girl to tame their “Duke.” I heard he was
incredibly handsome, always chasing girls and being chased by girls, but what
else did they say about him? I couldn't remember. Did they say he was a male
model? I was thinking back, and I couldn't think of anything that would have
made me make the connection. My mind was blank. I was in shock.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see a small group of
people entering the room and head toward the piano. The men were dressed in
tuxedos, the woman elegantly dressed. Still facing the family portrait, I heard
a woman's voice behind me, and I thought she's speaking to me, but I was half
listening and only hearing bits and pieces.

“Love that photograph... We're so pleased... It turned
out... It was hard to work out everyone's schedule...”

I realized it was rude to keep my back to her, “Excuse me,”
I said turning to the voice and nearly dropped my glass of champagne.

“Lissa?” Layla questioned in a surprised tone. She embraced
me, and then looked over her shoulder in the direction of the piano. “Darling,
look, Lissa is at our party.”