Chapter 2
Anthony was walking to his car, which he had parked at the end of my long, gravel driveway. After spotting his car, I noticed why he had parked all the way out there; someone had forgotten to open the gate.
That wasn’t very welcoming… I thought to myself as I broke into a jog, trying to catch up to his pace.
“Mr. Shields!” I called when I was closing in on him.
He spun around almost immediately and simpered as his eyes passed over me.
“Please, call me Anthony,” he replied.
“Well, Anthony, you’re quite the badass,” I replied in a flirtatious tone.
“Yeah, I know,” he responded easily, turning back around, and continuing toward his car.
“No one around here would dare speak to my father that way,” I added, increasing my pace so that I could catch up to him.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not from around here,” he replied without looking at me, so I grasped his arm and turned him towards me.
A flash of surprise glazed over his expression, but it dissipated quickly.
“Hey,” I insisted, trying to express the allure I felt for him in my voice, “Do you want to, take a walk with me?”
I gave his shirt a little tug and turned my back to him as I moved toward the gardens; a place on the old plantation that was still professionally maintained and exceedingly beautiful.
“Sure, I guess I’ve got some time.”
My heart leapt excitedly in my chest when I felt him brush up next to me. His warmth radiated through my body as though lightning struck me.
“Sorry about my Daddy,” I answered, trying to suppress a childish giggle, “He can be a real horse’s ass…Stubborn as all get-out and used to getting his way.”
“You don’t say?” Anthony laughed, “I’m sorry that it went down like that too. I was looking forward to your mother’s fried chicken.”
“It is the best,” I agreed.
By now, we reached the entrance to the garden and Anthony followed me inside, wordlessly.
“The way you handed yourself in there was pretty amazing, by the way,” I offered when I felt the silence was becoming a nuisance.
“Oh? I thought it was a shit show.”
“Sure, but it wasn’t because of you.”
“Is your dad like that with everyone?”
“Not unless he feels disrespected.”
“I didn’t mean…”
“I know that. You stood up for yourself…A rarity around here.” I sighed, "Growing up in the south, I have learned that there has always been a set standard as to who was wealthy and why," I replied, leaning up against the colander that was erected, Lord knows when and heaved my chest out with the intention of prompting a visceral response from the mysterious northerner.
After all, if I was forced to wine and dine these businessmen, I might as well have a little bit of fun with it. Especially when a man like Anthony Shields came to town.
While Anthony was older than me, it wasn't by much; probably less than a decade. Yet, those years had allowed him the time to develop into something that even the most toned eighteen and nineteen-year-old blue-collar workers could never compete with.
I could see the rippling muscles straining the button-up shirt he wore under his azure overcoat and at the distance I stood from him, I managed to take in the musky scent of his cologne.
Despite his clean-shaven face and overall professional appearance, he had wild eyes and a wicked grin that suited him much better.
Anyone could adorn a suit and comb their hair, so they looked presentable but even some of the most accomplished businessmen were inept at garnering the allure that he naturally emitted.
As he spoke, I found myself focusing more on the curvature of his lips and the lustrous sound of his voice than what he was saying.
"Are you kidding? The north is full of gimme morons who think their shit don't stink because they’ve got their head so far up their father's ass, you don't know where one ends, and the other begins. At least people know where they stand here."
"And it's okay that everyone is content with the way things are?" I retorted once his words finally sank in through the dense ambrosia that emanated through his pores, "The sons of farmers become farmers, like their daddy was and the old bureaucratic types leave their legacy to their sons."
"It doesn't look like you're missing any meals from that system," Anthony retorted, his eyebrow raising in a challenging motion that revealed a small scar below his brow.
Right there, I wanted to change the subject and ask him about it, but I decided against it and continued our bantering, "It be easier if I wasn't. If you want to get away from this God-fearing, Bible thumping corner of Hell when you're poor, you're looking for something better but if you're one of the elite, you're just an ungrateful bitch." I turned to him, narrowing my eyes in the same provoking manner and laughed, "And don't look at me like you worked your way up from the bottom."
"I didn't. You're right," he replied, allowing his expression to ease, causing the scar to disappear. "The only thing that bastard left me was his company. I resented it, but it was better than starving, so I was just happy he was dead."
Anthony's candor took me back slightly but when he laughed, I found myself being drawn into his mystery.
In that moment, I didn't want to know whether he had a sick sense of humor or a truly dark past. It didn't matter to me more than my willingness to continue feeling the mounting attraction I had for him.
"Yeah, well my folks came from old plantation money. There fortune was at the expense of everyone else's freedom and yet, they're still given the respect that they definitely don't deserve," I expressed, not giving a damn whether there would be repercussions to me speaking to a potential business partner this way.
What I didn’t tell him was that in addition to the blood money my family has lived on for the better part of a century now, my parents married more for social appearances. They, along with my grandparents were far more concerned with keeping in the natural order of wealth throughout the town and now, they expect their only child to do the same.
"At least they've kept their money," he offered, though I wasn't quite sure why he insisted on talking about monetary distractions, or my parents, when I was clearly offering him something else; something I felt we both needed.
So, I in an effort to lead him in the right direction, I turned towards him, trying to heave myself and his attention to assets I possessed besides riveting conversation.
I watched his eyes drop down to my cleavage before hastily returning to meet my gaze.
“What is it that you want, Sahara?” Anthony asked, tilting his head to the side and easing himself toward me. “I take it that having a conversation about your parents is not why you followed me out here.”
“Right now, my parents are the last thing on my mind,” I responded, ushering myself closer to him.
He snickered, moving closer to me as well, with that wild look in his eye becoming more apparent, “Is that right?”
I simpered, now moving in so close to his face that I could feel his breath against my face.
The warmth of it transcended the chilly evening and it made the rest of my body yearn for his embrace.
Gazing deep into his eyes, I pressed myself forward, inching closer to his lips and heaving my breasts against him with fervor.
Making a connection with him caused a shiver of excitement to travel up my spine and awaken me.
If the simple essence of his masculine aura was enough to make me feel a moistness in my nether regions, I couldn’t wait to feel what his touch did to me.
I grinned, daring him to kiss me. However, he decided to leave me in suspense as he backed me up against the pillar I was previously standing against.
His arms pressed against the column, on either side of me, while his eyes pierced into mine with a calming, confident sense of allure.
“What if someone see’s us?” He whispered, bringing his lips so close to mine that they teasingly brushed against them, causing me to feel a shudder of intense emotion beckon. My obvious reaction and intense need for him caused Anthony to grin, almost wickedly.
“Well, then, you’d better make sure we’re not too loud,” I retorted in a challenging tone.
A simper escaped his lips, before they pressed against my mouth, commandeering it, along with any doubt I had left over what I was doing.
The taste of him erupted in my mouth as his tongue immediately thrust through my teeth and drew out my essence.
I grasped ahold of him tightly as his protective arms surrounded me.
My heart pounded, and all my senses immediately came to life. I moaned behind his lips, causing him to grasp the back of my neck and direct it to the side so that he could venture deeper into the kiss.
After a moment of bliss, he pulled back, but I playfully pushed him back until he sat down on a stone bench.
Easily, I ran my fingers through his hair as he pulled me close to him, reclaiming my lips.
Hiking my dress up, I straddled his legs, pressing my womanliness against his pulsing member.
The moment I applied pressure, it was Anthony that groaned. He pushed me back only long enough to hurriedly unbutton his pants, giving me unfettered access to him.
Feeling his warm, pulsing unencumbered manhood thrust against me, I moaned and slid my moist bodice up against him.
By now, despite the time of evening and the chill in the air, we were both heated and sweating, needed one another intensely.
My hands ran up and down his front, utilizing my sense of touch to imagine the sight of his muscular form.
The grooves and valleys that my fingertips traced led me to a mental image that caused my pelvis to quake.
Even though there was dim lighting, I felt the urge to press his nakedness against me and so, I urged him to remove his shirt.
While he tossed the shirt to the side, I slid the dress that I was wearing over my head, forsaking all attempts at public decency and pressed myself against him heavily.
Skin against skin, my heart thudded even quicker in my chest and the moistness between my thighs urged me to feel closer to him.
So, after kissing his bare body and reveling in the warmth of him against my lips, I ushered myself up and eased myself on top of him.
We both groaned as I felt him inside of me and I held onto him tighter.
At first, our movements were slow and careful but as the intensity of our fervor increased, so did the hastiness of our motions.
Back and forth, we rocked as one, ignoring our breathlessness and the world around us completely.
As we both encroached upon the moment of euphoria, I could hear Anthony’s breath, in chorus with mine, before he let out a long groan.
With one final thrust, I felt him inject his essence into me, filling every crevasse of me completely.
Excitement thrashed through me as I utilized the knowledge of my accomplishment to reach my own intense awakening.
When we had both finished, we continued to hold one another closely as our bodies quaked with the revelation of our natural ascension into unbridled euphoria.
However, when the feeling of leaving this world started to wear thin and our breath and heartrates eased back to a normal level, I sighed and pulled myself away from him.
“Where are you going?” Anthony asked, narrowing his eyes with genuine confusion, “Didn’t you enjoy yourself?” As his eyes glistened with the memory, he snickered, “I mean, that’s a stupid question…but what’s wrong?”
I cleared my throat as I slipped my dress back up, over my shoulders, which were still hot from his touch and threw my tossed hair up into a bun before answering, “I did have fun but it’s over now and we both have lives to live.” I turned to him now, my eyes softening as my gaze slid down his taut chest, hoping to catch just one more glimpse of his manhood before leaving, “Now, don’t overstay your welcome, yankee. Ya hear?”
As I chuckled, he narrowed his eyes as though he didn’t quite understand what I had said. Nonetheless, he reached for his shirt, which was covered with dirt and leaves from the surrounding vegetation, being that it was discarded thoughtlessly.
“Okay,” he mumbled, “So much for southern hospitality.”
“God, Anthony,” I hissed, overdramatizing my disgust, “We just had a friendly fuck. What do you want? Homemade sweet tea and a place for you to put your boots?”
“Well, normally, women aren’t busting down the door after…” he stopped speaking, allowing the sly grin and the provocative trail of his gaze to finish his statement for him.
“Your first mistake was assuming that I’m a normal woman.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered, sauntering out of the barn without looking back, leaving Anthony with his shirt still in his hands, staring after me in disbelief.