Harley's Choice (16 page)

‘media has found C’

‘oh man that sux, play it cool and will evac
3 tonight’

‘can we do morn I want to go to dance k will
go w/ me’

‘fine but no l8r then 0600’

‘yes sir C.U.T XO’

‘take care m has been spotted’

‘not leaving htl’

‘k txt if prob XO’

I went back to station and started
straightening up and took out the filling. When they dinged I took
them out of the oven and let them cool. I was glad for the coolness
in the air in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure how much longer I was
going to be able to keep myself from inhaling them all, they smelt
so good. I went about getting the filling ready to fill, my mouth
watering the entire time.

Finally they were cool enough. I stuck my
pinkie into the end and stuck the filling tube and started filling
the éclairs with the yummy tasting filling and then when I was
finished with that I heated the chocolate glaze and dunked the
tasty little treats and then with a little dab of the filling I
glued to the box we were given and closed it up. I had filled a
couple of them with the chocolate glaze I really wanted to eat
those. I finished cleaning up and took my box and the instructions
back to Martin and turned to leave. “No so fast girl some of those
belong to Mr. Carson.”

“Mr. Carson said since he disrupted the
class and that I did most of the work that I could keep them all.”
No point in telling the man that I planned to smear one all over my
body and have ‘Mr. Carson’ lick it off of me.

“Well you must give me one to try to see if
you pass or fail.”

I looked at him…yep there it was the second
head. “You want me to give you one of my desserts to see if I pass
or fail?”

“Is there a problem miss?”

“I’m a bit of a dessert hog.”

“Miss!”

“Fine, fine. I set the box down and handed
him one of the éclairs. I was not happy!

He looked at it with a turned up nose but
bit into it. He stopped chewing I was afraid he was going to spit
it out, but instead his eyes got round and he smiled. “This is
exceptional dear girl.”

“Look Martin, I appreciate the appraisal,
but one, I do want to go, and two, you are not much older than I so
quit talking down to me.”

His eyes narrowed at me and he swallowed the
rest of the éclair. “You are correct Miss I am sorry. You bake
divinely. Thank you for taking my class.”

“Thanks for teaching me how to make
éclairs.” And I ran out of the kitchen and to the elevators and
then down the hall and into my room. I took a deep breath when he
was there. I sat the box down on the desk and ran and jumped on the
bed. “If you ever do that to me again in public I will castrate you
in private.”

He rolled me over and he made quick work of
the need we had. He fumbled with my skirt and finally between the
two of us got it up around my hips and his pants down enough to
free him and he seated himself to the hilt. I threw my head and
screamed as he hit home. “Watching. You. Baking. With. Your. Hips.
Swaying. In. time. To. My. Song.” His words were in time with each
thrust. I scratched for leverage along his back as I felt his
rhythm falter slightly then his tempo increased. I was too close to
care about anything at this moment.

He picked me up by wrapping his arms
lengthwise along my back and the change in position lasted all of
two seconds when the heat blasted from my toes, striking the
matching in my midsection and finally blowing my head off. Ok so it
wasn’t exactly that. It was more like the orgasm was so intense
that I think I may have gouged out my name in his back. Either way
having sex, making love or fucking like bunnies with these two was
going to be the death of me.

What a way to go!

His arms were still pressed deeply into my
back and I was straddling his lap with absolutely no control of my
body. “Great more bruises I’m going to have to hide tonight.” His
laughter shook his chest and he fell back “Oof” I felt him kick his
legs out and then he rolled me to his side. “So, I didn’t know you
could sing?”

“Yeah it was one of those talents that I
don’t tell many people, my agent didn’t even know.”

“It was beautiful.”

“I was inspired.” I looked up and he was
looking at me. “My muse is a beautiful brunette with fire in her
eyes and fluid in her movements. She doesn’t even know she does the
motions that turn me on the most.”

“Well then I shall need to find this muse of
yours so I can kill her and take her spot.”

He chuckled. “You are so sweet.”

“Yeah, well don’t tell anyone, I have a
reputation you know.”

Which brought me to another subject and I
rubbed his now stubble hair-do. “Why?” I allowed the sadness I felt
for the loss of not only his hair but the privacy we were not going
to have again this trip.

“Oh Harley please don’t be sad. I wouldn’t
have changed a thing about this weekend.”

“You realize had you stayed in North
Carolina none of this would have happened.”

“That’s right, love, none of this.” He
stripped my sweater off slowly and then pulled off my tank top. He
climbed off the bed and pulled me off with him. He untied my straps
and started spinning me. “None of this would have happened, and
that is just unacceptable.” He kept pulling the straps. “How long
are these straps Harley?”

“Um, nine feet.”

“Well that’s going to be good to know if I
have the need to tie you up.” He finished untying me and the skirt
fell to the floor. “Such a shame that clothing is a
requirement.”

“You’re kidding I look like a spotted
leopard.”

He laughed. “Yes by your admission they
don’t bother you, in fact if I do this.” He pressed into the finger
prints on my hips causing me to moan.

“No it’s almost five,” I spoke on the wave
of the moan, “Kyle should be here” I paused as we heard the lock
disengage “No time now and we need to get dressed. The dance starts
at seven.” Conversing with this man, while his tongue danced
wickedly across my body was very difficult.

I eyed the box of éclairs thinking we could
maybe have a few minutes for dessert just as Kyle came in and put
his arms around me. “So I heard there was quite the disturbance at
the hotel today.” He smelled of sunshine and surf and of horse.

I turned my head and stuck my nose into his
neck. It was such a wondrous smell. The combination bringing me
back to childhood weekends spent on the beach with these two. “Oh
tomorrow lets go spend the day at the beach. Please.”

“Oh course kitten. So tell me how was
cooking class?” He questioned sexually as his hands were slowly
making a path down my body.

“Oh you have to try these. Martin went
silent.” I spun out from in between the two distractions.

“He didn’t!” Carson asked shocked “That man
annoys me.” He then grumbled.

“That’s ‘cause you have to go and allow him
to fawn all over you while he feeds you.”

“Shush!” I giggled but took two éclairs and
handed them each one. I watched as they bit into them. “Harley!
These are amazing!”

“I second that!” Kyle said around a mouth
full.

“Good I’m glad you like them…cause that’s
all you get!” I grabbed the boxes and ran to the bathroom with four
hundred plus pounds of male chasing me.

“Harley open this door right now.”

“No!”

“Come on kitten, you want to share those
with us right?”

“No!” I opened the box and stuffed one into
my mouth and moaned.

“Oh god she ate one.” I heard Kyle say.

“Open the door kitten and I will personally
lick one of those off you.” Carson’s voice held a promise that
warmed me to my bones. I swallowed the éclair that went dry in my
throat and slowly opened the door.

It was pushed in and Kyle stepped forward
and threw me over his shoulder and Carson took the boxes from my
hands as I was carried to the bed and dropped unceremoniously.

“Boys, I hate to state the obvious but it is
five and I have two hours to look my best and…no…oh…yes.”

“Really
guys OHMIRICIN! You two are horrible!” I cursed as I ran through a
shower quicker than a car wash with only a half an hour to spare
before the dance started. I was in and out of the shower in ten
minutes and standing out in the room with my hair wrapped up and
attempting to dry off. They had gone into Carson’s room to get
dressed. I did find out that Kyle had check out of his room and
just moved in with Carson since this morning. It was a good move
since I don’t think I have slept alone since that first night. “’Oh
kitten its ok we’ll have plenty of time and I really want to taste
this éclair.’ Bah I’ll never buy that one again.”

I took out the light greyish-blue colored
satin gown and the silver pumps that will make me about four inches
taller and set everything out. I turned back to get panties. “What
you’re not ready yet?”

I spun ready to lay into Kyle but stopped he
was too yummy for words. His dirty blond hair was brushed back to
one side and he was clean shaven. His silver slacks contrasted
against the black buttoned shirt. He held his jacket in front of
him folded nicely over his arm. “Ok Mr. GQ, you may pick me up at
my door five till seven.” I walked toward him and his smile grew as
his hand grabbed the back of my neck thumbing right over the
scar.

“Another story?”

“Horror. Now out.” I kissed his cheek and
pushed him out of my room. I shut and locked the connecting
door.

I rushed through the rest of my routine, I
brushed teeth and then attacked my hair with a blow drier and ten
minutes later my thick hair was going to the party slightly wet. I
piled some of it on top my head and stuck it to death with pins.
Then I stepped into my dress danced the wrapping jig and when I was
done I was pretty sure I covered most of the bruises, I was almost
positive I’ve covered the fresh ones. I had just adjusted the strap
on my thigh and placed my pistol in it then tied it off when the
knock sounded at my door. I grabbed my shoes and hopped my way to
the door stopping briefly to check my make-up and then checked the
peep hole and opened the door, “and done” I smiled at him and he
whistled at me.

“Damn girl you look amazing.”

“In this ole’ thing, why thank you sir.” I
spun and stopped and I wasn’t up to his eyes but I was closer.

“My lady?” He extended his arm.

“Thank you sir.” I handed him my key card
and ID “Would you be as so kind I simply have no place to put it.”
He eyed my dress again and smiled.

“You could put it on the inside of your
thigh holster.”

“Is it obvious?” I was worried someone would
see it.

“No, but you told me your Glock goes
everywhere with you and since there is no purse or visible holster,
including the ankle, I saw those when you spun, it only leaves the
thing?” we stopped to wait for the elevator. “Shall I harbor a
guess as to which thigh it’s on?”

“Why Mr. Johnston are you flirting with me?”
I fanned my hand

“Do you want me to?”

I looked at him through my eyelashes.
“Later” then our conversation was cut short by the arrival of more
people.

“My that’s a gorgeous dress.” I sucked in a
breath and turned to face
her.

“Thank you Rebecca, yours is equally as
lovely.” I looked at her black strapless number and realized she
still looked good. “You really haven’t changed in ten years. You
still look as beautiful as you did at graduation.”

“Well thank you.” She didn’t return any sort
of sentiment to me; she was still snotty after all this time.

“So where is your husband, could he not come
with you?”

“No my husband is away at a convention. He’s
a doctor.” I bit my lip as the clichés ran through my head.

“Too bad.”

“Ah, yes.” She didn’t seem too bummed about
it really. “Now if I remember correctly there were three of
you?”

“Yes you are correct there was myself, Kyle
and Carson. Unfortunately Carson had to leave this afternoon on a
family emergency.” Kyle took my hand in support as the lie flowed
effortlessly. “I’m sure you recognize Kyle Mallory.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly as true
recognition hit home. She sniffed in the snobbish way then
commented on our locked hands “Have you two been together
long?”

“Actually no, we have just reconciled this
weekend.” The elevator ding and I turned to go but stopped.

The elevator was full.

Carson stood there in a blue pin-stripe suit
and a light blue shirt. He was sin personified and drool inducing
gorgeous. He was clean shaven and wearing a smile. “Hello again.”
He nodded at me. I smiled.

Kyle played his part “Kit Carson! As I live
and breathe.”

“Kyle Mallory? Man how have you been. It’s
been what four years?” They did that man hug thing and the door
started closing. I pushed the button again and it opened.

“I don’t mean to interrupt this touching
moment but, um, I have a dance to get to and this is my ride.” I
stepped in and turned to look at Rebecca. “You remember Kit Carson
from this afternoon don’t you?”

She squeaked and the doors shut her out and
the elevator began its descent. “Harley my beauty.” I giggled as he
pulled me back to him and kissed my neck.

“Hey sexy. I about stumbled into the
elevator looking at you.”

“’Looking at me!’ Woman I about pulled you
in the car and took you against the wall.” His hands rubbed down my
back and along my ass and down my thigh. “Oh kitten, not dressed
fully without the Glock, Oh to be that holster.” I shivered then
stepped away as the doors open. I stepped out into the bustle of
lobby and Kyle took my side and Carson the other.

“Are you going to accompany us to the dance
Mr. Carson?”

“Please call me Kit.”

“Kit, will you be accompanying us then?”
Just then a tirade of media and paparazzi descended upon us.
“Perhaps later then,” and I clicked off with Kyle leading the way
with a few media members following us.