Darque Wants (9 page)
Authors: Diana Steele
“What do we do now?” Mateo looked interested and amused. Amber smiled and then gave him a hug.
“We go back to your place and have another one of those beers.”
Mateo laughed and then turned around, guiding them both away from the patio and back inside the studio. Once inside, he turned off the lights and led them to the front door. Then he locked up, gave Amber a kiss on the cheek, and walked outside.
“If we can sit and look at this map, we might be able to figure out what Jeffrey and Christopher were up to. This will be helpful in getting closer to resolving the case, right?” Mateo tried to take a guess about what Amber was thinking.
“You must be a mind-reader.” Amber smiled and then they started to walk to Mateo’s house. Once inside, he cracked open a beer and then they sat down and looked at the map. Before amber could say a word, Mateo was wide-eyed and pointing.
“I know exactly where this is. It’s right on the west side of Salmon Creek. I’ve been here. There’s a huge boulder field where a lot of rock-climbers hang out, and the lake is on the other side.” He looked at Amber, nodding his head.
“Can we go there tomorrow?” Amber wanted to see if the site felt familiar once she was standing there. Mateo nodded his head.
“I’ll do whatever I can to help, and if you want to drive to that spot, then let’s do it. Why don’t we leave around eight?” Mateo paused. “You know, I have to tell you. I heard Christopher talking one day about ruins out by Salmon Creek. I never put much thought into it, but now it makes sense. I think he could have been plotting something for a long time, Amber.”
Amber nodded her head. “I heard that Jeffery’s wife has been running around and accusing a lot of the photographers from the workshop, too. But it all points to Christopher now, especially if you can attest to the fact that he spoke about Salmon Creek before. Now we have the map, and it’s a special one, for sure. The only thing we don’t know yet is why Jeffrey was killed, but I think that if we can rummage around the site tomorrow, we might be able to find the missing piece. Maybe there’s actually gold out there.”
Mateo cracked open another beer for her, then they both sat down on the couch. Amber tilted her head so that it rested on Mateo’s shoulder. He leaned in and kissed her, then took a sip of his beer. Amber looked at him and smiled, certain that she had met the man who would change her life forever.
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He walked into the Comanche Auction like he was walking into a saloon in 1800s Mississippi, ready to shoot every man, woman and child and their horse. Jaroth Hudson, late twenties, with his cocky smirk, auburn hair and three days of bad boy beard growing, was ready to take someone out all right. Wearing denim jeans, boots and a wide-brimmed hat, the man walked on air, eyeing every women in the joint, letting those bulldog eyes roam free with no thought to beauty, age or weight. He could have had any woman he wanted, and he thought about each one of them—grannies, marrieds and teens, the rascal—for a good five seconds.
He settled on the shy woman sitting near the back, too scandalized to even meet his burning eyes. He walked over to her side of the room and enjoyed watching her squirm in her seat, the poor spinster probably thinking what a dick he was and what a dick he had to be so full of himself like that. She shifted around in her seat, giving him a better view of the front stage.
“No worry about it, ma’am,” he said in that booming but sweet voice. “I’ve got the perfect view right where I’m standing. This little auction sure has a lot of pretty stuff, I will say that.”
She ignored that comment and looked straight ahead.
The auctioneer stopped staring at the cowboy and went back to the task at hand. He brought out a Purple Sapphire stone and eagerly began the presentation.
“Well, let me ask you something,” the cowboy said, glancing at the stone. “Is that stone boss enough to charm a beautiful woman like the one sitting in front of me?”
The roomful of people laughed and the classy lady blinked twice, still trying to ignore his attention.
“I’m sorry sir,” the auctioneer laughed. “But this is a rare and valuable find. Legend has it, it was cursed in 1804…”
“Hey now, I asked a simple question. Is this the kind of stone a pretty lady might appreciate?”
The room went deadly silent. That strange moment where they didn’t know if he was going to rob everybody or…
“Because if it brings a smile to the face of this lovely lady, then its money well spent.”
“Sir, this starts at three thousand—”
“Sold for five grand! But only if that price earns me the treasure of her name. A guy’s got to start somewhere, know what I mean?” He laughed and nudged the nearby security guard who couldn’t help but laugh.
“My, my! What an entrance!” laughed the auctioneer. “I’ll get the papers immediately. Let’s take a short intermission so we can process the buy for the gentleman.”
“Yeah, you do that,” he says, only briefly taking his eyes off his mystery woman dressed so quirkily in a teasingly long white Bavarian country western skirt with puff sleeves and eyelets for a blouse.
The rest of the crowd scattered for intermission, giving the cowboy a captive audience.
She had no choice but to stare him down when he moved down the row and sat one knee on the chair next to her.
“Money doesn’t impress me,” she said firmly, but still hiding from his magnetic eyes.
“Oh that? That was just to get your attention. Now let’s talk real. I think you’re the prettiest doll face in the entire town of Comanche North. Maybe even in the entire state of Texas, God Bless the Lone Star State. I think you should ditch this sad place and go horseback riding with me.”
She finally gave him a look, a bit of an eyebrow lift for that last comment.
“You have a horse?”
“Maybe. Why’s your mind stuck in the gutter, woman?”
“I’ve got plans,” she said with a half-smile.
“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, darling. You ain’t never going to come this way again. This is going to be the greatest evening of your life. I promise you that. And your plans? They’re not nearly as interesting as what the cards have in place for us.”
“And what’s that?”
“Guess you’re going to have to summon up the courage and find out.”
“I have plans…”
“Break them. This is going to be fun. Come on, for once in your life do something wild and crazy, come on!”
She laughed, reluctantly taking his hand as he helped her up.
“I ain’t got nothing else to do tonight and I just want to see the town. You can’t come and have a drink with me with for ten minutes? Is that going to disrupt your entire evening schedule, meeting some hot guy and getting too wasted on caffeine?”
“I don’t even know who you are,” she said with a laugh.
“Jaroth Hudson, ma’am straight out of Austin. I believe you owe me a name as well.”
“Marionne,” she said with a smile, as Jaroth kissed her hand in respect.
“Marionne,” he groaned. I knew it. I knew your name started with M. Because I was thinking,
Mmmmm
from the moment I met you.”
“Where’d you learn to be so charming, Jaroth?”
“Funny thing about people, isn’t it? For once you speak what’s really on your mind and they immediately think you’re the devil himself.”
“Well, you come across just a little bit like the Devil’s inside you. Or you made a deal or something. Or maybe you’re the kind of guy that disappears when the Full Moon comes out.”
“No, ma’am. You’re going to love the breakfast I cook you and you’re going to be amazed at how long I want to cuddle.”
“Jesus Christ!” Marionne said with a laugh. “I agree to have coffee and that’s all, Mister Jesse James.”
“Hey don’t knock Jesse James. Word is, I got some ancestry with that name.”
“I don’t believe a word coming out of your mouth.”
Jaroth guided her to the door and held it open.
“Say, aren’t you going to pay for that gemstone?”
“Hell no, I can’t afford that. Why do you think I’m trying to get us the hell out of here?”
Jaroth and Marionne made their hasty departure from the auction and giggled all the way down the parking lot to his truck, which had plenty of horse power, if not a saddle.
“So what made me the lucky lady, Jaroth? Or do you always go crash auctions just as a hobby?”
“Actually, I was just looking for some cheap shit,” he said, smiling ear to ear. “Then I saw you and there was a change of plans.”
She laughed as they jumped into the brown Silverado, just as a cowboy ought to have.
“And the truth is…” He smiled and tipped his hat. “I can’t stand coffee and I suck at making small talk.”
“Hmmm.” She almost laughed, but it was more of a little “eep” as she gently gnawed her finger. “I live right up the street. On Clayton Avenue. Can we stop by there real quick?”
“Sure thing.”
The truck pulled up to the dirt parking lot and parked. Jaroth jumped out of his side, walking up to Marionne who was fishing through her purse.
“I just wanted to check something…this is my back door to the kitchen.”
Before she could finish, Jaroth had invaded her space and put his head nearer to hers, tilting his head and ready for a kiss.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something, maybe a mood killer. But nothing came out. She closed her eyes and let his lips touch hers—fiery burning lips but soft like a glass of tea. Right in front of her doorstep, he kissed her and being a lad of no willpower, couldn’t even break the embrace. He kissed her long and deep, tasting her lips and inhaling her scent. Her soft little moans only encouraged him to press on harder, devouring her spittle and tasting her moist tongue.
She pushed him away gently, eyeing him in caution. “You really have no manners, Mister Jaroth.”
“No self-control neither,” he said, kissing a path from her lips to her chin and then over to her side jaw. “But to tell you the truth, this is all I’ve really thought about doing since I saw you.”
“Despicable,” she said, as he grabbed her wrists and pushed them against the wall.
He placed his hot lips on her neck and pecked a V-pattern to the other side, feeling her body temperature increase. She cooed softly, aware that she in broad day light and right in front of her door making out, but too excited at the taboo of it all to say no.
He buried his face into her bosom, rubbing his lips on her chest and kissing her red-hot flesh till he was short of breath.
“Ahhh…” she sighed, too excited to stop but barely mindful of the scandal she might cause if someone caught sight of this. “Let me find my keys.”
“Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of,” he said, giving her a laugh. She broke away from his hungry eyes long enough to locate her keys. She turned around and faced the door but was quickly scooped up by his stronger hands. He put his arms around her waist and dug up under her white blouse, finding her tummy and letting his hand rub upwards until he found her bra.
She exhaled swiftly and shoved the key into the lock. Barely knowing his name, and not trusting him worth a damn, she opened the door and let him in, standing helplessly daring him to do his worst.
Too impatient to even find her bedroom he lunged at her and picked her up by the legs, carrying her over to the kitchen table, the first room they entered. He sat her down on the counter and returned to her hot chest, pushing his lips through the material and connecting with her body.
She tried to lift her blouse for him, but wasn’t fast enough. Incensed with lust, he took both his hands and ripped her blouse down the middle helping himself to her cleavage and leaving hot, steamy flecks all the way down to her white bra.
She sighed loudly, rubbing her hands all over his shirt, dying to see what he had underneath. He pulled open the buttons of his shirt and exposed his slightly hairy chest, enjoying the sensation of Marionne caressing his body with her fingernails.
He grabbed her by the head and planted another kiss on her lips, reaching around and unfastening her bra strap, yeah just like an old pro, she thought to herself with a naughty smile.
He grabbed it and tossed it to the floor, grabbing her breasts and placing burning kisses all over her flesh. He grabbed her breasts together and took turns sucking each hardening nipple. His energy was so fierce, so unstoppable, she could do nothing but hold onto his hair for dear life as he made love.
“Mmmm…” she groaned loudly as he licked a circle around her areola with that yummy wet tongue, sending shivers up her spine. She looked up to the ceiling, burning inside from the intensity, and smacking her fists against the cabinet above her.
“Yeah…” she said softly, watching as he began yanking off his belt. He pulled it out from the loops and cracked the straps hard, sending Marionne into a fit of giggles.
A smiling Jaroth unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his pants down, letting her take a long, exploitative look at that big excited erection he was sporting. Real cowboys don’t wear underwear.
He stroked his growing member himself, then let her take over and handle his shaft, like charming a big old snake, she concluded.
She leaned up, letting Jaroth pull her skirt to the floor. For once, he took a whole moment to thank the universe for this lucky day—feeling every inch and groove of her thigh and ankles, and kissing a stream all the way from her legs to her white panties.
He took special delight in feasting his lips on her bare thigh flesh. He bent down so he could put his lips and nose to her panties—already wet, and the smell and texture only seemed to make him harder and less gentlemanly about his raw desires.
He massaged her wet spot with his palm, and pushed her legs slightly apart so he could roll her panties down and toss them to the floor. He shifted her into position, taking on more of her leg weight and readying her for a good hard thrust.
“Condom in my pocket…”
“No.”
“Fixed?”
“Something like that…”
“Are you sure?”
“Mmmmmm!” she said in stuttering weakness as he pushed forward, driving his thick head into her open lips. “Yes…I want you…come inside of me…”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” he grunted, looking down at her moist pubic hair and making sure the rest of his shaft was going in deep but gentle. “You like that?”
“Oh yes, yes…” she shut her eyes and groaned, rotating her pelvis so that the thrusts went in even deeper.
Jaroth pushed her further on the counter, but kept thrusting, freeing his hands to clutch her breasts while he penetrated her.
“Ohhhh God! Keep going, keep going…”
“You coming close?” he said, smiling into her eyes and moving his strong hands to her belly. He pressed down right below her navel and kept the thrust going strong.
“Yes! Yessss!” she screamed, shifting back and forth and causing more friction and sliding.
“Gentleman’s way,” he said with a smile. “He don’t come till a lady says he can go.”
“Mmmm-haahh!” she said, interrupting a groan with a hearty laugh. They stared each other in the eye as Jaroth kept stroking, filling every inch of her and making her wheeze with every breath she took.
“Ohh yeah! Here it comes…”
She shut her eyes tight, while Jaroth pounded harder, cramming his member so deep their wet pubic hair meshed together, and their voices chanting in unison.