Growing Into It

By Purple Lacey

Part 3

Wilmington was still sitting there ten minutes later finishing up his second cup of coffee when he felt two hands slide over his shoulders, and down over his chest as soft, ample breasts pressed themselves up against his shoulder blades.  A warm whisper of breath teased his right ear, and long honey blond hair tickled the side of his neck as its owner slid her cheek against his and purred enticingly. 

“Hello, Buck,” the woman’s husky whisper sent an involuntary shiver of lust down his spine.

“Hello back, pretty lady,” he replied, his own voice dropping into a deeper register in response to her obvious intentions. 

He reached up and wrapped his hand gently around the nape of the woman’s neck and used his grip to pull her around and onto his lap, not caring in the least who in the sparsely populated cafeteria might see them.

The woman’s brown eyes were sparking with a mixture of desire and desperation that gave Buck a moment of pause before her red-glossed lips planted themselves on his, and gave him a kiss that he felt all the way to his knees.  They were both breathing hard when they finally parted.

“I think somebody missed me,” Buck panted with a sexy grin that garnered a hungry smile from the woman. 

“More than you can know, lover,” she murmured as she slipped a hand inside his shirt and stroked over his pectorals. She ran her tongue over her lips like she was trying to capture the remaining taste of him.

“So how have you been, Marta?  Where have you been?”  he asked while looking appreciatively at her slim body curled in his lap. The short mini-shirt that she wore was hiked up and just barely allowed her to remain decent in the public cafeteria. “I haven’t seen you in the last two weeks.”

The blond shrugged. “I had a temp job playing Nanny Guide to a newly emerged Sentinel in some Podunk little town in Arizona.  Cute kid. Fairly strong Sentinel, too.  I’m guessing High Beta or maybe even a Low Alpha.  She was having problems adjusting, and her parents were resisting the idea that she was a Sentinel at all.   Poor kid was being undermined on the home front every time she turned around. 

The local Guild office didn’t want her left alone to deal with it while they talked sense into the parents, so they contacted the Guild Hall and, voilà, I’m off playing peek-a-boo with the prairie dogs,” the woman’s face was twisted into a small grimace as she recounted the trial of country living she had been forced to endure for the last two weeks.  Her air of superior disgust failed to hide the flash of despair from finding that once again a Sentinel had not been compatible with her.

“I didn’t think the desert had prairie dogs.  I thought that was the prairie states,” Buck said tongue in cheek.

This got him a playful sock in the stomach, and his head shaken by the grasp Marta took on both his ears.  “You know what I mean!”

Buck chuckled.  He knew the Beta Guide currently occupying his lap had grown up in the middle of New York and considered any town with a population smaller than half a million to be the boonies.     

“Anyway, I just got back last night.  I thought I’d let you ...” the woman’s voice dropped into a throaty whisper again as she continued with unmistakable suggestiveness, “Fill me in on what I’ve missed.”

Buck’s lazy smile was pure sex as he reached out to run an index finger along her jaw line lightly, just barely making contact with her skin.  She shivered and cuddled closer, wrapping both arms around his neck and dropping her head to nuzzle his ear.

“When’s your last class?” she murmured huskily. 

The Guide Elite could feel the swell of passion she made no attempt to temper crashing against his mental barriers. It fed his own growing desire which in turn fed hers, which fed his still more.   Buck knew from personal experience that the vicious spiraling of feeling they had begun could end in only one way, and he was ready, willing, and eager to do his part in building it much higher before the ultimate explosion occurred. 

He only paused a moment to put up a wall between himself and Vin, shoring it up well so his feelings did not leak into their bond.  There were some things a Guide did not want his Sentinel to share, especially when that Sentinel was only ten years old. Barrier firmly in place, he returned his attention to Marta.

“Well it seems you’re in luck, darlin’,” he whispered back.  “It just so happens that I have some free time on my hands this morning.  I don’t have to be anywhere until twelve o’clock.  That means I’m all yours for the next hour and a half.”

Marta purred again with sexy delight. “And I know just what to do with you, too.  I brought you a surprise.” 

Her laugh was deep, wicked, and sexy as hell to the man listening with growing anticipation.  He had gone without the sweet feel of a woman in his arms for the two weeks of Marta’s absence – not from any exclusivity to their relationship, but because he had been too busy dealing with a depressed Chris and then his very own Sentinel bondmate.  It was the longest time he had gone without a woman for many years.  He was eager to make up for lost time.

It only took fifteen of the allotted minutes to make it to Marta’s apartment on the twelfth floor, but ten minutes of that had been because they were too busy making out in the elevator to notice that the car had reached her floor.  They finally made it inside in a rush of grasping arms and greedy hands.   Clothes flew in all directions then Buck swept her up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom.

He didn’t need to ask where it was. He had been here many, many times since he and Marta had met two years ago.  They were both Guides that had reached the age of thirty without finding their Sentinels.  They had both felt the deep, gnawing hunger for that missing piece of their souls, and had comforted, and - Buck had to admit it if only to himself - had used each other to ease the pain when it got to be too much.     

Marta had been one of the reasons why he had not fallen victim to Descerebis Syndrome, that psychological condition that some unbonded Guides got when they had gone too long with out finding a Sentinel.  Named for the Sentinel doctor that first identified it, the syndrome was more commonly known as Guide Slut Syndrome, where a Guide crawled from bed to bed seeking an emotional connection through sexual contact to fill the void left from not having a proper bond to a Sentinel.  Marta and Buck had been consoling themselves with each other on a semi-regular, but non-exclusive, basis for most of the two years they had known each other.

Buck pushed the half open bedroom door completely back with is foot and carried the clinging female into the bedroom that was dimly lit with the small amount of sunlight that managed to squeeze through the heavy drapes that had been left pulled closed by their owner that morning.  Buck did not need any light to see where he was going, finding his way to the big king-sized bed by pure instinct as his mind was totally occupied with the deep kiss that Marta was giving him as he entered her boudoir.  As he tried to lower her onto the bed, she suddenly came alive, pushing against his hold and refusing to be put on the bed.  

“No, not yet,” she cried with wicked delight, “I told you I brought you a present.”  The woman managed to slip from his grasp and push him down onto the bed instead.  “You wait right here, lover,” she ordered throatily. 

“It is something I get to unwrap?” he asked with a suggestive leer.

Her laugh was low and sexy, sending another wave of lust spiraling through him. 

“You’ll see,” she promised with a knowing female look that promised a world of delights to the man who watched her slink across her bedroom and slip into the bath, throwing a last sultry look at him over her shoulder before she disappeared.

Buck made the best use of his time, hurriedly tugging off the rest of his clothes and tossing them onto a nearby chair.  He turned back the covers on the bed and lay down on his back, his arms raised and hands folded under his head as he eagerly waited for Marta’s return.   This day was turning out to be pretty spectacular, he thought to himself.  

He was truly the luckiest man alive.  He had found his very own soul mate, his precious Vin.  He was living with his best friend, who had regained his lease on life with the advent of the tiny, chestnut haired Guide, who was proving himself to be more than a match for the hardheaded Sentinel, and who Buck now considered as part of his family.  He was well known and well respected in the Guild community, and even in the normal world to a certain extent.  He got to get up every morning and go to a job that he loved.  And he had this sexy, lustful woman to play with him when his libido wanted to romp.  What more can a man ask for? He sighed with pleasure, just thinking about how perfect his life was now. 

His moment of introspection was shattered by a cracking sound that startled him, and his head jerked up to stare in shock at the figure now standing in front of the bathroom door.  She was dressed in a tight black leather bustier, black leather bikini briefs, and a black leather hood that covered the top half of her head and allowed him to see only her fever-bright brown eyes and ruby painted lips.

The second crack of the long black whip - that she swung with what seemed uncomfortably like practiced ease - sent a surge of primal fear all through him.

“Surprise,” she whispered in that husky voice that had first attracted him to her.  She gave him a sexy smile that invited him to join her in this little role-playing game, and his fear melted away as fast as it had surfaced.

Giving his own lustful grin, he held out his hand to beckon her closer and whispered, “Come here, darlin’,”  in a tone that promised the next hour would be one they would both remember for a long time.  “Let’s see who begs for mercy first.”

*********

Vin cupped his chin in his left palm, elbow resting on the desk in front on him.  He gave a deep sigh.  He had whizzed though his math problems, slogged through the chapter in his reading book, and answered all the questions that completed that assignment, and had been practicing his writing until he thought his right hand would fall off.   He had another fifteen minutes before he could change workstations and do something else. 

Right now he was bored, and he did not even have Ezra sitting next to him like he normally would to keep him interested and entertained.  The young Guide had been given an assignment to help one of the smaller Sentinels, a five year old by the name of Grace, with her art project.  He was busy in the art center on the other side of the room and Vin had been stuck alone at the desk they usually shared doing his work.  The teachers were all busy helping and answering the questions of the children just starting new lesson units.  He felt like he was the only one with nothing interesting to do.

The day was looking even grimmer, as far as he was concerned, because he had felt the change in air pressure and caught the faint, but unmistakable, rumble that signaled the gathering of a thunderstorm. In addition to the grating sensations his enhanced senses picked up from the storm that left him cranky and irritable, it was also sure to cause his teachers to call off their usual outdoor recess. 

Vin was really bummed about that.  Recess was one of the only really good things about school.   Missing out on it was disappointing, and being allowed to play basketball in the gym or watch a video was just not the same for the nature-loving little Sentinel.  The only bright spots in the day to look forward to were Buck joining him for lunch and then working with him on his sense control for the afternoon. 

And seeing Buck’s mom when school was over, of course.  He was really looking forward to that.

Vin was excited about seeing his new Granny again.  He had to silently laugh as he remembered the teasing gleam in her eye as she told him to call her that right before she left this morning.  Vin had seen a few other kid’s grandmothers and Sharee did not look or act like any of them.   

She had turned out to be a surprise in more ways than one.  Vin found her fascinating, and he could not wait to see her again. Every story Buck had told him about her on the way into the Guild Hall that morning had only made him more eager to get to know her better.

Added to that, he had suddenly realized that here was a great reservoir of knowledge about his new bondmate just waiting for him to tap into it.  He was looking forward to the chance to pump Buck’s mother for all the details of his growing up years.   He had a pretty good chance of finding out all kinds of details about the big-hearted Guide that Buck might be shy to tell him about if left to himself.  Vin was prepared to drain the well of maternal knowledge dry in his instinctive attempt to bond closer to his Guide. 

Vin fidgeted a bit as a need that had been slowly growing pushed itself forward with sudden urgency, and he quickly rose from his chair and hurried over to Sentinel Ames, one of his teachers, and received permission to make a solo trip to the restroom. 

Vin was on his way back to his classroom when he was suddenly bombarded by a wave of fear that came over the bond with his Guide.  He staggered for a moment under the unexpected onslaught, and put out an arm to catch himself against the corridor wall. He pushed off almost immediately, and stood in the hall casting his senses out.

The knowledge that the feeling had come from Buck ignited that deepest, strongest of ancient imperatives in him : protect the Guide. 

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