April yelled the last statement, tears tracking down her cheeks.
April didn’t see him move. One moment Saxon was at the end of the bed, the next he was pulling her into his arms and onto his lap. He crooned to her in his deep, melodious voice as she cried against his large, warm, muscular chest. She clung to him as the last several hours finally caught up with her. She was alone and scared in a strange place, with no idea how she had gotten here, and no way to get back home. Her tears finally slowed and dried as she lay curled up on Saxon’s lap. She felt so small, safe, and feminine. She had never felt like that before. She was so used to looking at a man from the same eye level and knew her height often intimidated some males. She’d only ever had one true boyfriend, and that had turned out to be a total disaster, because he had taken her out, wined and dined her, and had eventually fucked her on a bet. It seemed some of her work colleagues had gotten it into their minds that because she was so tall, she must have balls. When her ex had finally gotten into her pants and taken her virginity, he’d left her with a smirk, advising her he would let his friends know she was indeed a woman after all. April had vowed then and there she would never, ever have another relationship with a man.
April had always felt so awkward around other men and women. She was actually quite a clumsy person, and the only person she had ever really connected with was Olivia. She had met Olivia three years ago when April had applied for and gotten the job of secretary in a small publishing company. April and Olivia had been fast friends ever since. The two young women had hit it off from the first and made it a habit to unwind at the end of each week with dinner and drinks.
Olivia was everything a man looked for in a woman. She was small in stature and frame, as well as curvy in all the right places. April felt like an Amazon when she was standing with the shorter, more feminine woman and always seemed to be overlooked by males when she was with her friend. They tended to see her as a buddy, rather than a woman with the same urges and feelings as every other female.
Olivia had no idea how beautiful and feminine she was, and she didn’t seem to notice the male attention she received. It was like she was totally oblivious to the male species. April knew her friend wasn’t homosexual, but she had an idea why Olivia kept men at arm’s length. She knew one day her friend would confide in her once she was ready, so April didn’t push Olivia with questions. They were two peas in a pod. They were both wary of men. Neither of them was willing to give an inch when approached by the opposite sex. In the time they had been friends, neither she nor Olivia had been on a date. Except for now, it seemed.
April did something totally uncharacteristic to her and snuggled her face into Saxon’s warm chest, closing her eyes as she breathed in his clean, masculine scent. His scent drew her to him, like a moth to a flame, and she wanted nothing more than to slide her hands up and down that delectable, rock-hard male body. April felt the change in Saxon’s breathing, and his cock hardened beneath her butt. She wanted to rip her towel off, as well as his tight pants, and impale herself on his hard rod. A deep ache began in her pussy, making her internal muscles clench and release. She could feel juices gathering into a pool in her vagina then seeping out to dampen her thighs, and she hoped like hell Saxon couldn’t smell her arousal. Even though her body was telling her for the first time in years that she wanted a male, her head was telling her to back off, and fast. April sat up and pushed away from Saxon. She moved quickly to the other side of the room, as far away from the tempting male as she was able to get. She was panting heavily and knew her cheeks were flushed as she stared at the sexy man still sitting on the bed. When her breathing finally evened