No Ordinary Romance (11 page)

Connie shut the door behind him, "A kid in
the neighborhood takes care of my yard all year long. When other
kids his age are sleeping in, he's out making money. "If he had
your car keys he would have pulled you car out of the driveway and
cleared it. It's no problem though; he'll get it later after you
leave. I don't know what I'm going to do when he graduates from
high school.

Thomas stood there not taking his eyes off
her. Are you in a rush to get rid of me?"

Connie saw the brooding look on his face, did
he seriously think she was ready to let him go. "Oh no, you're not
going anywhere. I believe I promised you a demonstration with my
toys."

Thomas held his breath the whole time she
spoke, he didn't know what he would do if she kicked him out.
"Constantina I'm a willing participant." He kissed her and headed
back to her bedroom.

Connie enjoyed watching him walk back to her
bedroom. Wow! Thomas really is a lot of man; he looks good coming
and going. "I'll have your lunch ready by the time you're done
showering."

***

Connie made hot ham and cheese sandwiches
with cottage fries and a fruit salad. She was just setting up
everything on the kitchen table when Thomas walked in straight from
the shower. His eyes told her that he was hungry for more than
food, but he would settle for food right now. "What would you like
to drink? I have fruit juice, milk, beer, cola, and I also have
water."

Thomas sat down at the table realizing that
he was starving as the aroma from his plate reached his nose. "You
weren't kidding about a feast. Usually I eat a bowl of cereal and
then I might pick up something later from a fast food joint for
dinner."

Since Thomas didn't answer her about a
beverage, she got a glass of water for both of them. "This isn't a
feast Thomas, this is a late lunch. If you're nice to me, I might
make you a shrimp gamberi with a white sauce. I could also make you
meatloaf, macaroni and cheese, a green bean salad, and homemade
rolls."

Thomas stopped chewing his food when he heard
her say homemade rolls. "You can really make all that?"

"Yes, I can actually make all of that. I'm
not a girly girl like my friends Samantha and Jenna, but my momma
taught me how to cook. Lucky for you that I went to the store
earlier this week, so the cupboard is full."

"Whatever you decide to make I will be in
seventh heaven? Now I suggest you finish your lunch, so you have
enough energy to last you the afternoon. I haven't had a woman in
months, ever since you caught my eye. My self imposed sexual
drought is over."

Connie took her time finishing her lunch. She
wasn't going to be rushed, not even for Thomas. "I'm a slow eater,
why don't you tell me about you family."

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything. When I found out that Joanie
Galvin was your mother I couldn't believe it. I mean she is
so..."

"Let me finish that sentence for you. Joanie
is a delightful person; she's funny, caring, and a wealth of
information. How could she possibly have such an egotistical son
like Thomas Galvin?"

Connie laughed at Thomas's self
abasement."Those aren't the exact words I would use, but the
sentiment was the same."

"My mother is a strong woman, and I know that
I've been a disappointment to her at times. I opened up a law firm
with my wife after graduating from law school. She was part of
Omaha's elite: Miss Aksarben, her father was a respected judge, and
all the Anglo hotshots wanted her. In their eyes, I was a dirty
Indian who didn't know his place."

Their lighthearted banter got serious quick.
"Thomas I want to know everything about you, but not if you have to
dredge up an unpleasant past."

Thomas was disappointed to see Constantina's
playful mood evaporate; he was serious about establishing a
relationship with her. Therefore, that meant explaining an
inglorious past, which made him infamous. "I want you to hear from
me about my ex-wife and the court case that dragged my name through
the mud. I was so proud of my Native American heritage that I
started using my middle name Greywolf."

"I remember seeing ads and bulletin boards
all over Omaha about Thomas Greywolf Galvin. Why did you stop using
your middle name?"

Thomas took a sip of water and gave her a
smile of self-derision. "I was so busy showing everyone that I was
a successful Native American that I couldn't see the deception
under my own nose. My ex-wife Elise and I were becoming the "it"
couple in Omaha. There wasn't a party we weren't invited and our
list of rich and powerful clients escalated.

Then I got wind of some nasty rumors that our
clients were losing money on bogus land deals; deals that I knew
nothing about. Some of the powerful clients filed suit and our
other clients quickly jumped on the bandwagon. We quickly went from
being Omaha's darlings to the scourge of the city. The middle name
I so proud was flashed all over the nightly news and newspapers.
Hell, we even made the national news."

Connie sat there quietly listening to what
was obviously a lousy time in his life. Did he really think she
wouldn't want him in her life because of his past? "You don't have
to rehash your past Thomas..."

Thomas ran his forefinger down her cheek.
"Yes I do, I want you to realize that I'm not that same clown. I
learned my lesson. Anyway, all of my assets were frozen, and my
parents stepped in and hired the best lawyer in the mid-west for
me. After a year of accusations and court drama, I was found
innocent, and my wife ended up in prison."

"So you stopped using your middle name
because you feel as though tarnished it?"

"Greywolf was my grandfather's name, he was a
proud Santee Sioux, and I brought shame to his name."

Connie got up and grasped his face, "you have
nothing to be ashamed of Thomas!"

Thomas pulled her into his
arms. "If I hadn't been so intent on showing everyone how smart and
successful I was. I probably would have seen the disaster my trophy
wife was stirring up around my head. I learned whom my true friends
are, and I realized that my family is stronger than I gave them
credit.
Now
that you've finished your
lunch, and you heard all the details of my past. I'm ready for you
to tease me into submission."

Connie was glad to see that they day hadn't
been ruined. Thomas was back in rare form and ready to take up
where they left off in the bedroom. She grabbed his hand and pulled
him down the hallway to her bedroom. "This may take the next couple
of days; I have a whole dresser full of toys."

Thomas picked her up and carried Constantina
the rest of the way to her bedroom. "Again my sweet Constantina,
I'm at your disposal."

***

Connie woke early, surround by the warmth of
Thomas's body. She pushed back against his hard length, daring him
to wake up and take her again. She had more sex last night than she
had in the past year, longer if she considered good sex into the
equation.

She wanted to taste him again before she went
downstairs to work out. She pulled out of his arms and took a tour
of his body with her lips and tongue. He accommodated her by
spreading his legs as she moved between them kissing and licking
her way up to the prize. Connie worked the thickness of his
erection into her mouth using her tongue to swirl around the fat
tip. His deep groans spurred her forward, fueling her determination
to make him come quickly.

"Constantina, I want to come inside you."

"Not this time Thomas." Her hands continued
to rub his hard length as she sucked the sheer essence out of him.
He grabbed her head taking control as he guided his cock deep into
her throat.

"Baby that feels so good. Take all of it down
your throat!"

Connie felt his testicles swell as she worked
her mouth up and down his hard ridge. He was getting closer to the
point of no return. She grabbed the base of his cock and sucked him
hard until he erupted in her mouth. Connie didn't waste any of his
release; she made sure she licked it all up. When she was done, she
crawled up beside him, kissed him thoroughly as the bristly hair on
his face scratched hers.

"Go back to sleep Thomas,
it's still early." Connie
rested her head
on his chest until she heard his light snore. She kissed him
lightly on the mouth and slid out of bed careful not to wake him.
She donned a sports bra and shorts, grabbed her running shoes
before leaving the bedroom. She put her shoes on in the hallway and
made her way down to the lower level of her house.

She did a few stretches before setting her
treadmill on warm up. After five minutes of the basic warm-up
level, she raise the level to high intensity aerobics. Connie was
running on the treadmill thinking about her weekend with Thomas. It
was nice to have a sexual relationship with a man who didn't wince
at her scars. When she finished her workout she was going to make
him breakfast before he left.

She finished her
40-minute
workout and didn't see Thomas in the
room until she stepped off the treadmill. "Whoa! When did you sneak
in here?" He had a towel wrapped around his waist, and his hair was
still wet from the shower.

Thomas came closer and snagged a kiss. "I
missed you as soon as you left the bed. I didn't seek you out right
away because I didn't want you to feel stalked in your own house."
He sat down on her exercise bench and motioned for her to join
him.

"I'm all sweaty, and you just got out of the
shower."

Thomas gave her a half smile, before reaching
for her and pulling her down on his lap. "I'm a man of strong
appetites and I need you again before I leave for work."

Connie sat astride him, rocking against his
erection. "I don't want it to be said that I'm not a good
hostess."

"No other man is going to get the chance to
find out." He growled deep in his throat as he pulled the exercise
bra over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her pink nipples
stood out against the pale skin of her breasts. He palmed one
breasts as he feasted on the other one.

Connie loved and hated the way he made her
feel. One person shouldn't have that much control over her
emotions. "Oh Thomas..."

"Let go Constantina! Quit holding back on
me." Thomas took turns sucking her nipples until they were hard and
erect. "Take off your shorts baby; I want you to ride me to
completion."

Connie stood up and removed her shorts as
Thomas let the towel drop from around his waist. She sucked in her
breath, unable to take her eyes off Thomas's pulsating cock. He
picked up a condom off the bench and handed it to her. She opened
the little packet and rolled the condom up his rigid length.

Thomas was getting antsy, he wanted to be
inside her, and he didn't want to wait. "Take me now baby. Don't
make me wait."

Connie straddled his thighs once again, this
time welcoming him deep inside her. She could get used to having
Thomas around; she closed her eyes and focused on the feeling.
"Thomas help me!"

Thomas put his hands on her hips and surged
up deep inside her. "Open your eyes Constantina; I want to see your
eyes as I make you mine again." She opened her eyes, just as he
suspected her eye color changed in the heat of passion. Her eyes
changed from violet to a rich royal blue. He was too busy claiming
her last night to notice.

The intimacy of staring
into Thomas's eyes was new to her. His pupils enlarged until there
was almost no green visible in his eyes. Connie felt like his
possession, no, that wasn't right, she felt like his woman. Thomas
removed one hand from her hip strok
ing
and
pinch
ing
her clit; he handled her roughly
so she would feel the little explosion.

"You're almost there baby; let go and I'll
take care of you." She arched her back as he drilled into her one
last time. She was so beautiful; he wanted this feeling to last. He
would do whatever necessary to keep her in his life.

Connie was slowly climbing down from her
orgasm as Thomas continued to move inside her before he came. Never
breaking eye contact with him made their love making hotter. She
made a move to climb off him and Thomas wrapped his arms around her
holding her still. He kissed her mating his tongue with hers. He
makes her feel as if their relationship is more than an ordinary
romance.

Connie pulled her head back to study his
face; he looked like a warrior who'd just done battle on his
woman's behalf. She could imagine him carrying her off to his
secret hide-a-way. She traced the wolf tattoo with her finger.
"When did you get this?"

Thomas nibbled on
her
throat before
responding. My sisters
and I spent one summer on the old tribal lands. One of the old
timers called me little wolf, it made me so proud that I wanted to
do something to honor my grandfather. One of the older
artist
s of the tribe agreed to create this
work of art on my chest. It took a better part of a week for him to
complete it, and I thought my chest was on fire."

"I always
thought
that tattoos were cheap and tacky, but this is
truly a work of art. I bet they don't have anything like this in
the tattoo galleries."

"The Santee who did this tattoo did things
the tribal way. He mixed the colors himself and used wooden tools
to bleed them into my skin. At the time, it hurt like a son of a
bitch. I've had it since I was seventeen and it still looks as
vibrant as the day it was done."

She kissed his chest and ran her thumbs
across his nipples. "Do you want some breakfast before you go?"

"Constantina it's rude of you to tempt me
this way. If I eat breakfast, I'm going to take you back to
bed."