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NIGHT by Renee Miller

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She danced under the lights above the dance floor; the fluid movement of her hips and her ass moving to the heavy beat held him enthralled. The band played but he noticed the way they never took their eyes from her. He couldn’t blame them, neither could he. Her body was long, lean, he imagined his hands roaming every inch of it, his mouth following behind. He wondered what she would taste like, felt her legs gripping his waist, pulling him into her. He wiped the sweat that formed on his brow. The banter of the guys next to him told him he wasn’t the only one watching. Black hair hung loose and tousled; swaying over her back as she moved to the music. He clenched his hands; the need to curl his fists into the mass of black silk almost overwhelming. She knew what she was doing, though she played coy. Her friends danced with her, but she cast surreptitious glances toward the bar, catching his eye a few times. A jolt of lust, he could call it nothing else, shot through him each time those violet eyes met his. Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing. Most men would be fooled by that dimpled smile, but not him. She was the hunter here; the hapless fools that lined the bar her prey. God, what was wrong with him? He was past the days of schoolboy lust, of making decisions with his dick rather than common sense. He was married, happily married. Wasn’t he? “Fuck, I’d like to climb that mountain,” a voice slurred from behind and was rewarded with raucous laughter. “She probably eats little boys like you for breakfast, Scott,” another voice joked. “You

/ /3 wouldn’t know where to start.” “Oh and you would? Fuck off.” “I’d have her begging for more,” the joker drawled. “With age comes experience, she don’t want no boy.” More laughter and the voices faded away, she sauntered toward the bar. Two of the friends followed behind. Both were attractive, but they lacked something. Something indefinable, something raw, that emanated from her; an energy that swallowed up everything around her. He tried to play it cool, but knew he looked like the rest; pathetic and desperate, both of which he definitely was not. ## She had noticed him when she left the bathroom; his gaze catching hers as she passed by. Thick brown hair curling at his collar, graying here and there, and dark blue eyes that narrowed when she smiled, a muscular frame that stiffened in response. He was the one. She watched him raise his beer to his lips in an effort to appear unaffected, the gold band reflected the light and she felt a surge of heat. Married. She followed her group to the dance floor, women who she attached herself to, but none she really knew. Their incessant chatter and giggles wore on her nerves, but it was a necessary annoyance. Alone she was too obvious, in a group she was less conspicuous. She didn’t want to appear too needy, too desperate. Approaching the bar, she noted beads of moisture over his upper lip, his cheeks flushed. The game had begun and she already had the lead. He turned away, asking the bartender for another beer. She sat a few stools to his right, next to the big screen TV that played sports highlights.

/ /4 He’d have to look eventually, or she would know he was avoiding her. Her ‘friends’ tittered and fluffed their hair, she rolled her eyes. Wishing them away, she turned to face him, crossing her legs slowly. He watched her from the corner of his eye. His jaw clench and he tore at the coaster in front of him. Sighing, she picked at a speck of lint on her jeans; again she’d have to make the first move. She didn’t mind really, but it worked better when they approached her. She didn’t like being the pursuer. Leaning forward, she tapped his shoulder and he dropped the coaster and turned. She smiled at his frown. Yes, he was trying so very hard. It was almost sad the way that he tried to resist her. ## He felt his pants tighten with arousal when she approached. Her gaze locked with his, she wasn’t trying to hide it at all. He turned away first, this wasn’t right. He didn’t do this shit. Happily married for ten years to a wonderful woman. He was not interested. Keep telling yourself that Chuck. A voice in his head laughed. He watched her without turning, she crossed those long legs and his mouth watered. Her jeans, worn in all the right places, tightened on her thighs, showing firm muscle beneath. Jesus, this is crazy, he did not do this. He should leave, go back to the motel and call Mandi. That’s what he should do; it’s not what he wanted to do. He felt a tap on his shoulder, heard a great roaring began in his ears. He wanted to resist, really he did, but he turned anyway. Glossy pink lips smiled, violet eyes sparkled in amusement at his attempt to appear unaffected. “I’m sorry, I don’t usually do this,” husky voice, just as he suspected. “Is there somewhere

/ /5 more private we can go to talk?” “Talk?” he treaded on thin ice here, he could feel it buckling under the weight of what he was about to do. “Is there any reason we shouldn’t?” running a pale pink nail down his arm, he glanced at the long slim fingers and groaned inwardly. Covering his left hand with his right he shook his head. “No, talking is okay.” She smiled again, he wanted to grab her and lay her across the bar. The urge was so strong his hands trembled with the effort to stay on his stool. “I’m actually not from here; I’m staying at the Holiday Inn up the street.” “I was thinking we could just go outside,” she murmured. “But that’s a better idea. Do you have a car? I kind of came with friends.” “Sure, let me just pay the tab.” ## She noticed he covered his ring, poor guy. He thought she gave a shit about that. She turned to her girlfriend behind her and winked. The small blonde giggled and gave her a thumbs up sign. “See you next wee, Carrie,” she tittered and whispered to the girl on her left. Carrie rolled her eyes and turned back to the man. She wondered what his wife looked like, she always wondered. He stood and she felt warmth between her thighs. Damn he was a fine specimen. Tall, muscled and in control of his every movement. Well, control is not what she wanted tonight. “Ready?” she asked, standing to take his arm. She felt him flex beneath her fingers, and imagined those arms holding her against the wall, down on the floor, anywhere really.

/ /6 “Yeah,” he didn’t sound certain and she nearly had to push him out the door. She looked back to the losers that lined the bar and winked. Almost all of them looked away, pissed at having lost the prize. “I’m Carrie,” she said when he held the door for her. “Just thought names would help things along here. You seem nervous.” He followed her to the parking lot then took the lead and walked to his car. The air was warm, humid, and the breeze blew the musky scent of his sweat over her face. She breathed deeply, smiling and he stopped to fish his keys from his pocket in front of a relatively new black Jaguar. Wifey won’t let him go too easily, she thought. Good thing she wasn’t interested in keeping him. Opening her door he said nothing as she folded her body inside. She wondered if he’d speak at all, sometimes they didn’t. She hoped he would, his deep southern drawl was sexy; she wanted more of it. “I’m Charles, well Chuck to my friends.” He said, after pulling out of the parking lot. “Chuck,” she murmured. “I like that. I think I’ll call you Chuck as well.” He reddened and she ran her hand down his thigh and back up again. He tensed and she moved her hand over his crotch. “You know, I don’t really want to talk.” “I know,” he kept his eyes on the road, his knuckles white with the effort to keep them on the wheel. She didn’t know when he removed the ring, but it was gone, a thin white line the only evidence of vows he wouldn’t keep tonight. Carrie wondered if this was his first time. “You don’t seem very excited,” she said. “I won’t eat you alive you know.” He laughed and she felt him relax a bit. “I just don’t normally do this. I’m not really into one night stands.”

/ /7 “Neither am I.” She lied. “But things have a tendency to go that way. Don’t worry, I don’t attach any strings.” He turned into the roundabout that led to the rooms of the Holiday Inn. She removed her hand and watched his face. He avoided looking at her, but she knew he was very aware of everything that she did. “We can stop right here,” she offered, knowing he would not. “If you’re not sure…” “No, I don’t want to stop,” he put the car in park and glanced at her. She gave him a little smile and he took the keys from the ignition. “Why would we stop? We’ve come this far.” “Good,” she opened her door and got out; he followed and led her to his room. ## Chuck unlocked the door and let her walk in ahead of him. He smelled cigarette smoke mixed with something floral, exotic. He took a breath and followed, there was no turning back. Her hand on his thigh had nearly caused him to drive off the road. When she moved it up—God he could barely breathe. He closed the door behind him and turned to see her seated on the bed. Was she going to play coy now? He hoped not. He wasn’t wasting ten years of fidelity for a cold fish. “So?” he asked. “How would you like to start?” she replied, sounding very businesslike. Chuck walked over to the bed, standing before her. She looked up, her hair falling over her back, the ends touching the quilt behind her. She grinned, as though reading his mind, and reached for his pants. “Strong silent type, hmm?” he didn’t speak, he couldn’t speak. She undid his belt, lowered

/ /8 his zipper and reached inside. “You’re ready to burst, perhaps we should talk a bit, settle you down some.” She pulled her hand away and he startled them both buy grabbing her wrist. “Don’t worry, you’ll be satisfied,” he placed her hand against his crotch and she squeezed. “Pushy,” she murmured, sliding off the bed to her knees before him. “I like that.” Chuck held his breath as he gazed down, watching as she opened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. He kicked them off, coiling his hand in her hair just as he imagined doing only an hour earlier. She didn’t resist, allowing him to push her face into him. He felt her tongue slide over him, and then she pulled him into her mouth. His knees nearly buckled as her teeth dragged lightly over him, he clenched his fist in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper into her mouth. “Fuck,” he growled. She paused and he looked down to find her staring up at him. “You’re not done yet.” “Chuck,” she murmured, stroking a nail across his balls. “I think we have a misunderstanding here.” “I don’t know what you mean,” anger burned in his belly, this was not what he planned. She would suck him off and then, in a while, he’d return the favor. What was the issue? “I came to make love, not waste valuable time sucking you off,” she stood and pushed him against the wall, he gave no resistance. There were plenty of hours left; she could finish the job later. “I’m sorry,” he smiled, grabbing the waistband of her jeans and pulling her against him. She fit perfectly, not too short, not too tall. Everything was where it should be. ##

/ /9 He was angry, she could tell by the muscle that twitched in his jaw and the tone of his voice. Just the way she liked them to be. It was a dangerous game she played, but the payoff was so worth the pain. She liked the pain, it made her feel alive. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, lowering her face to his. He kissed her hard, his teeth bruising her lips as he forced his tongue into her mouth. She matched him, pressing her own mouth to his, her tongue battling to gain entry into his mouth. Tearing his lips from hers he moved to her neck, biting not too gently at the tender flesh there. She threw her head back to allow him better access. She felt the wall slam against her back and cried out. He let her slide down his body and tugged at her jeans. She helped him with the zipper and pushed them down, watching his face flush as he gazed at her. He grabbed her shirt; she heard it tear as he yanked it over her head. Smiling she stepped back, toward the bed. He followed, tossing her shirt aside. “You’re wearing too many clothes, Chuck,” she taunted. “I want to feel you against me, not your shirt.” He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers, and pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing a muscular chest covered in coarse dark hair. She gazed at him, watching the way his body moved as he came toward her. She backed away until she felt the bed against the back of her knees. “Are you through playing games?” he asked. She heard the irritation in his voice. “Who’s playing games?” she asked. “I’m not playing games.” He advanced and she let him push her back onto the bed. His weight pressed down on her body, she felt his erection against her thigh. “I’ve wanted to fuck you all night,” he growled next to her ear. “Enough screwing around.” “What, no foreplay?” she chuckled.

/ / 10 “Maybe later,” he moved his hips over hers and she brought her knee up to block him. “Later wouldn’t be foreplay, would it Chuck?” he stared down at her and she saw a vein rise in his forehead and smiled back. He was nearly ready. “I just think we’re moving kind of fast.” “You’re joking right?” “This isn’t all about you,” she forced herself to sound cold, annoyed. “I thought you might be worth my time, but I see I was mistaken. Let me up.” ## Let her up? Chuck stared at her in disbelief. He wasn’t letting her go anywhere. He just threw a good, honest marriage out the window by bringing her here, he wasn’t stopping now. “I don’t think so honey,” he pushed her knee away and positioned himself between her thighs. He felt a tremor in her body and realized it was part of her game. “Tell me what you want instead of fooling around. I don’t like bullshit.” “I want you to make me come,” she said. “You won’t do it this way.” “Oh I think I will,” he grinned. She thought she was something special, true she had a body like none he’d ever seen. Her breasts were firm, fitting into his hand; her ass was high and tight. When she’d removed her pants, revealing that she wore nothing underneath, his eyes fell to her well groomed, nearly hair free body, he felt a new heat surge through him. How many times had he asked Mandi to do the same? She thought it was unnatural, weird, and she refused. “I don’t think you understand me,” she pushed at him, and Chuck nearly toppled over the bed. She was strong, he’d give her that. Sitting up, she glared at him. “You’re a useless fuck. I don’t know why I wasted my time.” She swung her legs away from him and rose. He sat there stunned, but anger quickly replaced

/ / 11 that. Fuck her. She wasn’t getting off that easily; not until he got off anyway. “You’re not leaving.” He said. “Oh?” she picked up her pants, barely sparing him a glance. “And who is going to stop me, Chuck? You? Don’t make me laugh. Go back to your wife and try your shit there. Or maybe she’s not interested either…” Fury rose in his belly, hot and fierce. “Get your ass over here.” She laughed and he saw red. Reaching for her, he gripped her hair and tossed her on the bed. He surprised himself, showing no restraint at all. She gasped, rolling to her back to stare up at him. She didn’t look scared enough; he wanted her to be terrified. “Do you like that Chuck?” she whispered, grinning. “You want to rough me up a bit? Maybe you want to hit me? Is that it? Does wifey let you hit her?” “Fuck you,” he growled, moving over her body. She threw her head back and laughed. Chuck felt fury like he’d never known, and without thinking he slapped her hard enough to draw blood at the corner of her lip. She licked it off with a slight smile, her pupils dilating. She was loving it. “That’s more like it,” she murmured. “Show me how much you hate me Chuck, how much you hate that you’ll never own a woman like me because you’re too pathetic.” He knew she was trying to make him angry, that she wanted him to hurt her. Trying to remain calm, he forced her legs apart with his knees. “You’re a piece of shit whore, nothing else. You’re no prize.” Her eyes flashed and he knew he’d hit a nerve. He forced her arms over her head; she didn’t struggle, only glared at him as he entered her. “That’s all you’ve got?” she whispered.

/ / 12 Chuck tried to ignore the taunt, moving rapidly inside her, punishing with every thrust. Her head slammed against the headboard, the sound made him push harder. “Your wife is the whore,” she snapped. “She’s probably nailing every guy around while you’re gone. Obviously you can’t keep her happy.” “Mandi would never,” Chuck froze, limp as the frustration of the situation began to wear on him. “She’s nothing like you. Nothing like you.” “Isn’t she?” Carrie grinned. “What’s the matter Chuck? Can’t keep it up?” “Shut your fucking mouth,” he plunged into her, forcing a gasp from her lips. Her pained expression excited him. He wanted to punish her. “Make me,” she whispered. “Or don’t you have the balls?” Chuck’s hands went to her throat. He watched her eyes widen and her cheeks flush in arousal. Instinctively he squeezed, tighter with every thrust into her. Watching her gasp for breath, he grew more aroused, pumping faster. Her lips moved, speaking words he couldn’t hear, blood roared in his ears. “What’s that?” he grunted. “I can’t quite hear you.” He laughed, it sounded foreign to his ears. That couldn’t be him. What was he doing? Her eye glazed, her lips turned a purplish hue, but still he couldn’t stop. Harder and harder he drove himself into her until finally he came. His hands squeezing her neck as he shuddered. Closing his eyes he tried to catch his breath, cold reality setting in. What did he just do? “Carrie?” he looked down at her. She didn’t move, her eyes staring sightlessly up at him, looking through him. “Shit,” he whispered. Moving off her, Chuck felt her neck for a pulse. He could see bruises forming; evidence of

/ / 13 what he’d done with his bare hands. He leaned close to her lips, listening for breath. Nothing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he sobbed, jumping off the bed. Chuck grabbed his clothes, fumbled to get them on, and tried to figure out what to do. I killed her. He thought of Mandi, of their children, of ten years thrown away in moments. “Jesus Christ, get it together.” He told himself. Sitting on the edge of the bed, careful to avoid touching or looking at Carrie’s body, he put his head in his hands. He’d have to get rid of her body, no one would know. What about your semen? A voice whispered and he panicked again. Simple, he’d bathe her first and then he’d dump her somewhere, far from here. Just get rid of her. Satisfied that he’d figured out how to get out of this jamb, Chuck rose and faced the bed. “What the--?” He blinked, unable to believe what he was seeing. She was gone. But she was dead, he made sure of it. No pulse, no breath, gone. “Oh shit.” He mumbled. “Hey Chuck,” her voice, low and husky called from behind him. Spinning around, he saw her standing in front of the door, naked and bruised. “Jesus, Carrie, that wasn’t funny. Shit, you’re a crazy bitch. Why the hell would you do that?” “Do what?” she moved toward him, he backed away. The light in her eyes was unnerving, not natural. “Make me think I killed you,” he laughed nervously. “Not funny.” “You wanted to hurt me, I let you.” She grinned and he felt his bladder release. “Oh, Chuck, that’s gross.” He couldn’t look away, her teeth—they were long, canine like, her skin was white as paper. “What’s going on here? I don’t understand.”

/ / 14 “Oh, I’m sorry,” she ran her finger down his chest, leaning close to his face. Her breath, cool on his neck. “We’re playing a game aren’t we? You killed me.” “But I didn’t I—“ “But you did Chuck,” she grabbed his shirt and yanked him against her. He pulled away but she was too strong. He began to cry, lord knows he didn’t want to, but he couldn’t stop himself. “Now it’s my turn.” And Chuck screamed.

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