Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Trevor

Three Days Later

I’ve spent weeks preparing for this Renaissance fair in Upstate New York. I’ve spent many nights and weekends painting random Elizabethan paintings and making daggers and swords that I sell. It’s not very lucrative, but I love it. I’ve been selling paintings at the fairs for several years now, but this is only the second year I’ve dabbled in metal works. My forge is in my parent’s backyard. I can’t see a two-thousand-degree fire pit working at the penthouse. It’s just another form of art for me, sculpting. It’s great for any aggression I feel, not that I feel a lot, but the rare times that I do, I pound out the steel. Wulf Blades are highly sought after at the fairs. I’m making a name for myself. I might not be in the media I thought it would be, but it’s nice nonetheless, especially since my family has been going to these all over New England for years. At first, I hated having to go to them. I’d rather have been riding my bike or boating at the lake like my friends, playing baseball, normal summer things, but I quickly got into it. I took my first art lesson from Madam Poulet, a traveling artist. It opened a whole new way of thinking and seeing beauty that I wouldn’t have seen if my mom didn’t love them as much as she does. She used to work as a tavern wench at the largest fair in New England, which is where she met Dad.

Later in the day, I meet September at the campus cafe, and we are now standing in line for coffee. She’s in front of me, and all I want to do is reach for her and hold her hand, but I don’t. I don’t think she’s ready to be quite so public with us. Every time I reach for her, she pulls away. I fucking hate it, but I can respect her boundaries.

“Come away with me this weekend,” I say after leaning down and whispering in her ear.

“So soon? Is that wise?” she asks hesitantly.

“Yes, Red,” I assure her. I’ll be a perfect gentleman, but I want to show her this side of me.

“Okay. Where are we going?”

“A ren fair in Sterling.”

“Where’s Sterling?”

“Upstate. I’ll take care of all the arrangements. You just worry about a costume or two.”

“So this a serious thing? Like cosplay?”

“Kind of.” She turns to face me, an odd smile on her face.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, Trevor, but you don’t seem like the kind of guy that likes stuff like this.”

“Stuff like this?” I ask, not the least bit offended. I’ve heard it all before.

“Ren fairs, costumes?” Believe me, I get it all the time. I look like an All-American football player, frat boy, instead of the nerdy artist that I am, which is why you should never judge a book by its cover.

“All kinds of people like them. The king of the fair is a lawyer in Manhattan. The queen is a doctor from Canada. It takes all kinds. I grew up going to them and working at them.” It’s all about who you know. Unfortunately, the season is almost over for the East Coast.

“Aren’t you an Arnoult?” she asks jokingly.

“I am,” I chuckle, “But my mom used to work with them before she met my dad. She loves them and got my brother, sister, and me into them as well. My dad likes them, too. We went to several every summer. I run a booth at this one.”

“A booth? Color me intrigued.” She giggles.

“Artisan. Paintings and weaponry.”

“Okay. That’s really cool. I’d love to go with you.”

“Great. We’ll have a blast. I hope you like giant turkey legs.”

“I can honestly say I’ve never had one before.”

“You’re in for a treat, Red. There’s shows too.”

“Keep talking…”

After a long day at the fair, I pulled into the packed hotel parking lot. Thankfully, I made reservations. Watching her with my customers all day was intoxicating. She’s dressed like a fairy or a nymph, and I love it. The tension between us sizzled all day. My cock was hard all day. That couldn’t have been healthy, but fuck. She’s so beautiful. She’s the perfect woman. My woman.

After parking, I grab our bags from the trunk and head to the reception desk.

“Checking in?” an older man asks us.

“Yes. Trevor Arnoult. Two rooms.” See. Perfect gentleman. I take my credit card and ID out and hand them to the man. September’s soft hand comes up and touches my forearm.

“We don’t need two rooms,” she says.

“We don’t?” I ask, needing to be sure she’s saying what I think she’s saying.

“Nope,” she says, popping the “p” in the most seductive manner I’ve ever heard.

“Just one room, sir,” I say to the man.

“No problem. Let me just adjust your reservation.” He types on his keyboard and hums a little tune while he does it. He makes the key card and hands me back the key and my cards. “Alright, you’re in from 1113. A continental breakfast is served from five-thirty to ten.”

“Thanks.”

“Have a great night.”

As soon as we are in the room, I drop the bags and pull her into my arms. My lips crash down on hers; no kiss has ever felt this good. Move my lips down to her neck and suck on her pulse point. She moans softly as her hands go to my belt.

“We can take this slow, baby,” I say. Fuck, I don’t mean that. Do I?

“No, we really, really can’t take this slow. I need you.” Thank fuck. I don’t think I could have stopped myself if she had said she wanted to. She pushes away from me and pulls her tiny dress over her head. Her perky braless tits come into view, and I groan.

“Jesus,” I say, my voice unrecognizable. Reaching out, I feel the weight of her tits in my hands, and I love it. Immediately, I suck one nipple into my mouth while twisting and pinching the other one. She feels like silk and tastes like It’s intoxicating.

“Trev, please,” she moans, her hands gripping my hair tight.

“What do you want, September?” I ask, my fingers finding her clit over her soaked panties. When I rub her there, she moans. My cock is harder than it ever has been, and it's about to burst through my pants. I grip the base to stave off coming so quickly.

“You,” she whimpers.

I’m already hers. Always. Forever. I can’t fucking explain it.

She reaches for my belt again. Fuck this, I think as I rip open my belt and pants. They hit the floor as she sinks to her knees in front of me, pulling my boxers down with her as she goes. She licks her lips in anticipation while looking up at me. I look down at her, running my thumb over her bottom lip.

Gently, she sucks my cock until I begin to really fuck her face with wildly. She takes me to the back of her throat over and over again.

“Fuck, baby. Get on the bed. I don’t want to fill your throat the first time. I want to fill your sweet, wet cunt.” She stares at me briefly while I pull my shirt over my head. “So do it, baby, be a good girl and do it. Lay down and spread those thighs wide for me.”

Who am I? I have never spoken to anyone like this before. It’s her. She’s bringing this fucking animal out in me, and I fucking love it.