Chapter 4: Sara

Feeling his hand take mine, we leave together.  When we get to my car, he leans close and kisses me again, but then quickly says, “I will follow you back to your house.” With so much promise in his voice. 

Even though I have this strange feeling that I am about to go down a path I will never be able to come back from, I smile and say, “Alright.”  Because Sam doesn’t seem to be the type of man who would have a casual one-night stand with anyone. 

Like he said, “He loved his wife till the day she gave him his divorce papers.”

I get the feeling if we enter a relationship, this time will be our last.  And honestly, I don’t know if that is what I want or not, but those eyes. 

When I stare into them, I can’t say no.  Not even once.  Besides, why would I want to?

After I get in and shut the door, he walks back to his old beat-up pickup truck.  I only know this, because the whole way to his truck, I can’t keep my eyes off his body.  It excites me in ways I never thought possible and when he honks to let me know he is ready, I smile and look in the rearview mirror at him.

As I drive out of the parking lot, I watch him to make sure he is staying close behind me and then I pick up speed as soon as we hit the highway.  When I turn on the radio to listen to some tunes, I realize that we are already at my house and about to pull in the driveway.  To the side of me, I see the neighbor sitting out on his porch and he is staring at the truck pulling in behind me.  There is no doubt in my mind, he will be calling on me and asking who the stranger was, just as soon as Sam leaves. 

Shaking my head, I can already here the warning tone of his voice when he says, “Sara, you know better than that.  Taking home, a perfect stranger.  What were you thinking?  Or maybe that is the problem?  You weren’t.” Then the judgmental looks, as he peers over his nose at me.

I remember when I invited over one of my old girlfriends from high school one night.  We got drunk and had the music too loud.  Apparently, it must have bothered him because he had to walk over and tell me all about it.  “Sara, maybe you should be considerate of others or next time I might just call the cops.”  Honestly, he seemed a little jealous and that bothered me more than anything. 

“Hey, remember me?” Sam jokes as he opens my car door.  “What’s up with him?” He asks as he gestures towards Mr. Randal.

“Mm.  He either has a thing for me or he is so bored that he doesn’t know to keep his nose in his own business.  Every time I have someone come over, including females, he must know what is going on.  It’s ridiculous.” I shake my head in disgust and continue saying, “Just never mind him.” As I roll my eyes and then step out.  

Before shutting the door, I remember that I have a package in the car and retrieve it.  “What’s that?” He asks when he notices it and then I hand it to him to inspect.

“I bought a new book at the store.  Occasionally, I treat myself to something nice.  This time it was a new book from my favorite author.” I state, while watching him look the cover over.

It’s nice to see someone else who appreciates books.  Now and then I run into a fellow reader, but not a lot.  It gives us something in common to talk about at the doctor’s office or waiting in line at the store. 

Smiling, he hands it back to me after reading it and then I start to walk up to the house.  On the way, he catches up to me and laces his fingers through mine.  It’s a strange sensation, but the electricity between us makes me feel suddenly alive and pleasantly warm.

The moment we get to the door, he takes the keys from me and opens it.  Holding the door open politely, he smiles and says in a hoarse tone, “You first.”  Glancing at him quickly, I nod before walking in and turning on the lights. 

When I turn around to say something to him, he pushes me up against the wall and devours my mouth with a sense of urgency.  At once, our hands are all over each other as I feel his muscles under my fingertips and my nipples instantly become hard when his palms brush them. 

The slight pressure of his hard cock against my belly drives me wild.  Especially, when I feel it grow and twitch as I run my hand down to it and begin to rub the cloth on the tip.  He reaches up to grab a fistful of my hair before pulling my head back and kissing my neck softly. 

As he slides his fingers under my butt and takes a firm hold, I sigh because I have never felt so wanted in my life.   Scooping me up into his arms, he kisses me so hard that my breath catches in my throat for a second.  The doorbell rings and I try to ignore it, but then I hear Mr. Randal yell, “I know you are ignoring me, Sara.  Answer the damn door.” Hearing the irritation in his voice, I try to concentrate on what Sam, and I had. 

Of course, when Mr. Randal starts slamming the button over and over, I cry out, “Stop already!  I’m coming.”

Looking up at Sam, I wince and then mouth silently, “Sorry.” Before he lowers me to my feet. 

Disappointed in the unfortunate circumstance, I close my eyes for a second and swallow hard before opening them and turning towards the door.  When I glance at Sam, I realize that he doesn’t look mad at all, just a little frustrated.  Of course, I intend on taking care of that later.  Now, I must deal with my idiot neighbor.

As I open the door, I glare at Mr. Randal and ask, “What is it?” In the harshest tone I can muster.

He leans in close and then whispers, “May I speak with you outside, alone?”  Before he glares over to where Sam is standing and swallows hard.

I shake my head and gesture for him to move aside, as I state flatly, “Come on.  Let’s go.”

When I step out onto the porch, he reaches for the door and closes it behind us.  “Now that I have you alone, I must tell you that I am worried about you.  That man looks sketchy, and I am afraid that you don’t know what you are doing.” His eyes look into mine and I can see the worry as it grows in them.

Sighing, I reply, “For your information, I knew him when we were kids.  He is a friend of mine, and I shouldn’t have to justify myself to you.  I am a grown woman.”

“Yes, that you are and an attractive one at that.  Therefore, I am concerned that he is taking advantage of you.  I care about you Sara.” His hand reaches for mine, and then I feel his fingers slide up my arm. 

“Mr. Randal.  I am perfectly capable of protecting myself.  No one is using me.  If anything, I am using him.” As soon as I say it, the light in his eyes goes out and his lips turn into a frown.

“Oh.  Well then, I guess I will leave the two of you to what you were doing.  Good day.” He nods and then leaves as soon as he came.

Feeling horrible now, I walk back inside and shut the door.  Not seeing Sam at first, I scan the room for him, but then he strolls out of the bedroom before saying jokingly, “Let me see.  He is jealous and wants me to leave.  Am I right?” When he sees that he is right, he frowns in a sexy way only he can.  Somehow it makes me want to ride him all night.

Hesitating, I frown and then answer with a question, “Would you mind?”

“No, not really.  At the end of the day, whoever’s arms you are in for the rest of your life, is the clear winner regardless of what anyone else wants.” As he says it, he shrugs and then seems to be getting ready to go before he turns around and adds, “I hate to leave it like this, but I probably should go.  Dealing with nosey neighbors is not my thing.  More times than not, I tend to end up in jail after punching them.  Maybe next time we can meet up at my house.”

He smiles and then walks towards me to give me a kiss goodbye.  When he leans in, I close my eyes and feel something I have never felt before from a man.  This overwhelming feeling that I can only describe in words as love. 

It’s strange, because it’s not quite like the love you feel for your child or a family member, but somehow more intimate.  If I didn’t think it would scare him away, I would tell him.  Instead, as I watch him walk out the door, I feel not quite whole anymore, and that disturbs me more than I will ever know.