A Fire Within: The Estate Series P.22

Zander played with the set of keys, dangling from the ignition. “I missed you a lot, Angie. Dusty had me in a tizzy. Memories swallowed me whole. A year ago, I was upstairs, third floor trysts. Red velvet ropes scream my name as I screamed yours.”

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A Fire Within: The Estate Series Part 22 by Angelique Slayyyn

The highway’s cracks were a challenge to Zander. He loved to toy with ideas, even as he drove.

Angie pushed the passenger seat back to stretch out, which gave Zander the idea to press a button, sending the top to ease itself as well, giving Angie the Sky.

“Aww you remembered!” She giggled, smacking his leather covered upper arm playfully. He cracked a smile, showing a shine in his eyes. “I have a vast library inside this noggin, Boss Lady.” The car veered to the left, following the wide curve. Breeze whipped her waist length hair freely between them. She didn’t bother to fix it around her ears.

“Where are we aiming, Zander? Or are you going to try to blindfold me and surprise me for a change.” She teased, seeing the visible squint of memory reflecting in his right eye. The car revved, his boot tapped the pedal. “Yeah uhm, you have this tendency to awaken a quiet mind, Ma’am.”

Her right bare foot hung over the car door, toes wriggled at the feeling of forced air. Trees whipped past on both sides of the highway. “Yes I do. You didn’t answer my query, Zander Fanderfield.” The way in which she always said his name, sent chills. She gave it a sing song rhythm.

The Mercury slowed as they crept closer to the town ahead. Daylight spilled and reflected on old faded green and white signs. “I would never chance blindfolding you. I’d rather not try out the water wheel in the basement. Thanks tho, Boss Lady.” He snickered, left hand rubbed at the side of his nose, showing off the lingering callouses on his fingers and thumb.

Her ocean blues darkened in thought. “Are you sure? I surmised you are a right pain slut, Zander.” The car drifted down main street. She witnessed his large hands wrestle with the white leather wheel. His jaw popped. “I can be but only for you, Angie.” His voice carried a husky softness.

She turned to nestle into the car seat, head could be seen just barely over the dashboard. She reminded him of a hungry cat. “You called me, Angie.” She called over the engines thrum, even as he chose to park in front of a burger joint.

Zander played with the set of keys, dangling from the ignition. “I missed you a lot, Angie. Dusty had me in a tizzy. Memories swallowed me whole. A year ago, I was upstairs, third floor trysts. Red velvet ropes scream my name as I screamed yours.”

Angie slid closer, pressing her sphinx hoodied chest against the center console. Zander finally managed to cock his head, taking in those depth ridden eyes of hers.

“How much longer were you going to wait, before returning to me, my Zander?” The question had beat into his sensual brain for twelve months. His hands fell away from both wheel and keys, landing on his exposed knees. Dampness from palms left a sheen on his skin as he rubbed at them. “I’m here now. I hope that matters to you, Ma’am, Angie.” His voice was of a whisper, eyes drilled at the wheel’s center.

Her fingertips rose and fell onto his right hand’s knuckles, brushing, barely touching. He shivered, swallowed for her presence was a raven’s desire wishing to caw sharply.

“I want a sweet ice tea, plenty of ice, Biggest they’ve got. I don’t want food, but you go ahead and get yourself whatever you wish. I Will Wait.” She gently commanded.

Zander’s shoulders jutted, his leather jacket wriggled off and was tossed into the back seat. “You got it, Angie. Hold up, might take a few.” He jumped over the closed door, boots snapped at cracked pavement. She had to laugh. He was always dramatic and she loved it.

Passerby eyes wandered up and down the small town’s streets on both sides. The Burger Joint thumped with rock music. Angie sat straight up, waved and blew kisses to each person who couldn’t help but ogle both the car and a fast moving Zander.

He was stranded at the held open door, hands grasping the threshold’s frame, head bowed in concentration. She was tracing his muscles and spine in her mind. A map of how to tease him came into her third eye. A soft sigh, pin pointing of eyes. “You aren’t something safe for the picture frame. Director of Soft Core, squandering your gifts to capture people in stories. I’ll set another fire within you, Zander.” She spoke a loud to herself.

As if on cue, Zander peeked over his left shoulder and winked at her, mouthing “Please. Save. Me.” She cracked up loudly, shook her head. He turned, landed on his bare knees to the sidewalk, facing her. His hands in a prayer.

She threw her hands up in the air. A wetness spread inside of her soft pants. “You Are Something Else, Zander!” He gave the most mischievous smirk and nodded in reaction, hands still tight to one another. His hair dared to hide the sides of his eyes.

Women whispered, delighted in his display. Men gave looks of disbelief.

Angie jumped over her door, danced on bare toes around the front of the beautiful car. "Fine, Zander, but only if you bury your face where I want it right now.” She hissed sweetly near his hands. His eyes shined wet, happy cheshire grin appeared. “Yes. Ma’am! Let’s Fucking Go!”

She cupped his face with both hands and leaned him to meet her breasts’ valley. He hummed with the tune playing from the Burger joint. His hands fell to gently rest on her curvy hips.

The world stood still. Held in breaths, some moans of shock.

Angie whispered down to his exposed left ear. “Put your side of hand between my thighs, I want your thumb. Yep. Right. There. Good. Boy. You caused that.” He growled happily into her sphynx covered valley. “I want more, Angie.”

She directed him by her hands to lift both his face and onto his boots once more. He towered over her. “You get to teach Phoenix how to handle his first Basement Party by being my Demonstration. What do you think about that, my Zander?”

A low throttled laugh deep in his guts. “Hell Yeah. I love me some competitive nature, Angie. Let’s enjoy our sweet tea and a lake view first.”

end of part 22

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