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Her eyes flashed as her gaze locked upon me, her hands pulling her sweater down to shield her pussy from my view. “You’re…you shouldn’t have done this. Nick, this isn’t…this isn’t going to help anything, whatever it is you think you’re up to.”
But as I strolled to the hotel room door, swinging it wide, I couldn’t help but smile.
Chapter 7
Wednesday
Eva
I pulled my car into a space as far back in the lot as I could, ensuring I had a good view of the entrance to the park. It figured that this was where Nick would have chosen our next meeting to take place. The day was gray and overcast, the morning cool and breezy. But I knew anytime now the marine layer would burn off, and the brilliant sun would pour down upon us. Diamond Ridge viewpoint was not a particularly well-known spot—a winding, two-lane blacktop leading off the highway, terminating at Diamond Ridge Park. For a Wednesday it wasn’t at all surprising to see there were only one or two other cars in the entire park, and those were probably college kids meeting for a little illicit outdoor fucking.
As I gripped the steering wheel, I leaned my head against the backs of my hands, closing my eyes, the events of the day before still playing in my mind as they had been most of the previous night. Things had gone… badly off track. Out of control. The worst part about it, though, was that I found myself wondering—and not entirely in a negative way—what today might hold for us.
I kept trying to understand what it was that Dennisreallythought this would accomplish, but in the end I’d concluded that his idea was such that it would be unique to each of us. That what it accomplished would simply amount to whatever we decided to make of it.
If that was indeed the answer, then I was making an awful mess of this.
And Nick isn’t? Don’t let him off the hook, Eva.
There were aspects of my personality that had served me well all my life—persistence, and not giving up. They’d been drilled into me from the earliest of ages, and I’d always embraced them. They were the reason I was a successful pharmaceutical sales rep for my company. They were the reason why, when my father had told me the day I’d been accepted to college that I was better off at home, making my husband happy and making lots of babies, that I’d ignored his patronizing “advice” as so much static.
I could make it on my own, and I would. Everyone else could either shut the fuck up, support me, or get the hell out of the way.
Nick had been a breath of fresh air in that regard, never—not once—telling me that my career aspirations were something I should rethink. But healsohad a frustrating habit of asking me questions I didn’t want to answer—lest they reveal truths I’d been running from my entire life.
I would never forget the day he’d asked me, as we sat sulking in the living room at opposite ends of the couch after yet another fight about shit that seemed utterly trivial now, why it was I was so intent on my career when it made me so incrediblyunhappy.
I hadn’t had an answer for him then, and I still didn’t. Getting angry at such a supposition was the natural reaction, but I hadn’t. Because it had struck at a raw nerve—and exposed within my own mind one of those uncomfortable truths I just didn’t want to face.
That Iwasn’thappy. Not one bit. How was it possible that my career was making me miserable?
It was more than that though, a sense that there was something happening here now, an awakening—or perhaps maybe the two of us finally seeing what may have always been there. I didn’t know. Nick had made me so confused and flustered that I wasn’t sure I knew up from down anymore.
I watched the entrance to the park, the gate flanked by towering Douglas firs so high the tops of them actually were partially obscured by the low layer of fog just above that hadn’t quite burned off yet. Diamond Ridge Park was not much more than a tarmac for cars and a trail that led up to the viewpoint itself. The Army Corps of Engineers had built this place, essentially carving it out of the depths of the forest, as almost an afterthought to a project completed several decades before. No one really knew what it was they were originally doing here, but at least the Corps had left a quaint little park and a very nice hiking trail as lasting mementos.
What was most odd to me was the effect of what Nick had done to me. Thephysicaleffects. In all the years I’d known him, he’d not once laid a finger on me in anything but a loving, gentle, even tender, way. In the past, when hedidtry something a little more…adventurous, it was never more than a few taps while he fucked me, almost as if he feared he would damage me. That he would actually spank me now, to the point of tears, and then drag me into the corner, my naked ass on display like a contrite, punished, bad girl…that was somethingentirelynew.
I had no idea the man was even capable of thinking such a thing, let alone actually doing it to me.
What disturbed me the most about it though, was that Ishouldhave hated it.
But I didn’t. Not at all.
Sure, I’d read about such things in books before, and in the safety of my fantasies, such things were arousing. In real life, though? I was so utterly shocked at what he was doing, that I couldn’t even think to resist it, and even then… would I choose to?
If I thought I’d gotten my bearings once more, prepared to do what it took to get Nick to see that his little gambit, his silly ploy, wasn’t going to get him anywhere, I was sorely mistaken.
Nick had become, in the many months since I’d seen him, completely unpredictable. Yes, he was the same man, albeit fitter, and much more confident. But something fundamental seemed to have changed in his personality. It was still Nick, and yet…it was more.
I had to admit that this change in him intrigued me, if for no other reason than me wanting to know exactly what it was that had caused it. But once this was done, it wouldn’t really matter, would it?
After this week, such questions would become academic. Moot.
Yeah, go ahead and tell yourself that, Eva. That so-called academic question didn’t stop you from fucking polishing the pearl last night. Three times!
Just then, Nick’s truck emerged through the gate, the wetness of the morning clinging to the black paint, the tinted windows only hinting at the man behind the wheel. The big tires and wheels were coated in mud, rooster tails of it painted upon the body panels behind the front and rear axles. I watched the truck make its way slowly to the trailhead entrance, then as it pulled into a space right next to it. There was a flash of brake lights, then they winked out, the driver side door opening and Nick stepping out. He scanned the park for a moment, then his eyes lighted upon my car, and I couldn’t help but hide my head behind the shelter of my hands where they gripped the steering wheel still.
Ofcourse, he would have found me immediately. Little escaped Nick’s attention, and while I found that fact comforting, there were times—such as right at that moment—where I found it most irritating indeed.
