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A Lonely Heart's Wish	By : shaliscarai Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 9056 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles/Disney related but the original character, Eve Anderson, is from my own mind and is not a character of Disney. I get no pay and am only doing this for fun

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They ride for several hours before he decides to stop for the day. He pulls off onto a narrow tree lined drive, confusing Eve as she sees a large plantation style house loom before them. When they pull in front of it, she sees a sign saying ‘Wayfarer’s Inn’. She loosens her grip on him as the bike shuts off.
He turns his head and lifts his visor. “I thought we could stay here for the night.”
“Sounds good to me.” She climbs off and stretches.
He climbs off as well, resting his helmet on the handlebars. “I’ll get us a room and come back for the bags.”
“How about you try to get us a room and I’ll follow you as soon as I get the bags.” She plucks the keys from his hand, grinning. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it’s locked before I come in.”
“Just give the keys to the valet and he’ll park it.” His lips twitch up as he nods towards the young man heading towards them. “I’ll see you in a minute.”
“Nice.” She chuckles as he walks into the front lobby. “Hope the boy can ride.”
Owen pulls his gloves off as he approaches the counter. the young woman standing there is one he has seen before but she is fiddling with her phone instead of paying attention to him. His eyes narrow at her as she continues to stare down at her phone as he stops in front of it.
“Welcome to the Wayfarer. How may I..” Her eyes finally drift up and she sees him frowning at her. Shocked, she quickly composes herself and smiles seductively at him. “Mr. Burnett. What a surprise to see you. I didn’t recognize you without your usual suit and tie.”
He almost rolls his eyes as he sees her undressing him with hers. “I will be staying a few days, Miss Bayers. Is my usual suite available?”
She bites her lip and bats her eyes at him. “I believe so. Let me check to be sure.” She glances down at her computer screen and pulls up the list of rooms. “It is available, Mr. Burnett.”
Eve walks in the door with the saddle bags slung over her shoulder. Miss Bayers looks up and frowns as she sees her walking towards them, helmet still on. Eve stops next to Owen, pulling her gloves off as well. “I hope it’s in one piece when we leave.”
“I will be with you in one moment.” Miss Bayers glances away from Eve and back to Owen, flirting once again.
“She’s with me.” Owen reaches out to take the helmet as Eve finally pulls it off.
Miss Bayers frowns, having never seen Owen bring a woman here before. “I can get you the adjoining room as well, Mr. Burnett.”
“No need.” He pulls Eve’s arm through his. “My usual will be sufficient.”
“Of course.” Miss Bayers tries not to grind her teeth as she realizes he’s taken for the time being. She quickly runs everything through and hands him a key. “If you need anything, feel free to call me.”
“Thank you, Miss Bayers.” Owen pulls Eve down the main hall, back straight and forbidding until they are out of sight.
Eve grins, enjoying his discomfort. “Looks like the counter lady has a crush on you.”
“She has a crush on my money, not me.” He leads her down several halls until the come to a room at the end of the hall. “Her family has been managing this inn for me for over a 100 yrs.” He opens the door and leads her into a very beautifully appointed Victorian style bedroom. “Miss Bayers believes I am the descendent of the original owner and will easily let her into my bed with the right persuasion.”
“You own this?” Eve stares around the room in awe, her hands gliding over the velvet settee at the foot of the bed.
“This and several other places.” He takes the bags from her, sets them on the dresser, and pulls her into his arms. “I told you I had my own interests and money.”
She grins, smacking lightly on his arm. “Yeah but when you told me that I thought you just played the market like everyone else.” She lightly kisses his chin. “I didn’t think you’d have a place as beautiful as this.”
“Perhaps one day I will take you to all the places I own and show you where most of my money goes that I keep for myself.” He kisses her back. “So what would you like first? A tour, food, shower, or bed?”
“Hhhmm..” She reaches down and cups his ass, squeezing gently. “Decisions, decisions.” She laughs as he growls at her and nips her neck. “How about you give me a verbal tour while we wait for food to get here. Then you can show me which I need more, a shower or bed, after we eat.”
“He chuckles as he pulls away and reaches for the phone. “Good Idea. I’m not ready to deal with Miss Bayers again just yet anyway.”
As he orders them food, she strips off her jacket and boots. She can feel his eyes on her as she stretches again, groaning at the feel of muscles pulling. “I think I did too much riding in too short of a time.”
His hands slide across her shoulders, kneading the knots out. “Or not enough.” He whispers in her ear. “I can help you with that.”
She leans into his hands, letting him slowly strip her down to her bra and panties. “Aren’t you supposed to be telling me about this place?”
“Originally built in 1823, this inn has survived wars, fire and famine. It was a small two story building with a small stable attached when I bought it in 1875. Over the years, I slowly rebuilt it and made it as it stands now.” He kisses her shoulders, his breath whispering over her skin. “It is surrounded by 2000 acres with several cottages dotted along the property that can be reserved as well.”
“I bet the elite love this place.” She turns in his arms and rolls her eyes at him. “Must be hard to get in.”
“Actually, no.” He lifts her into his arms and lays her down on the bed. “Even David doesn’t know about this place. I tried to keep it simple and accessible to the normal everyday family. I think that’s why Miss Bayers tries as hard as she does.” He kicks off his boots and climbs on to the bed next to her. “She has been trying to get me to go exclusive for years. Thinks I can make more money catering to the rich and famous than the blue collar families that usually come here.”
Eve curls up in his lap, running her hands under his shirt. “Is she right?”
“Absolutely.” He kisses her softly. “But I made a promise to the old widow who owned this property before me to let her family live and work here for as long as they wished and to always keep it open to those who need it the most.” He strokes her back. “I have even been known to give a homeless person a place to stay, food, and clothes in exchanged for work. That’s how this place survived the depression"
“Bet Miss Bayers doesn’t like that idea, does she?” Eve sighs as a knock at the door interrupts them and moves to the bed so he can answer the door.
“Not one bit.” He opens the door to see Miss Bayers holding a covered tray. “Miss Bayers, shouldn’t you be at the front desk?”
Miss Bayers glances in and sees Eve lying half naked on the bed. Her eyes turn cold. “My other asked me to personally deliver your lunch for you and ask if you had any special requests for dinner.”
Owen takes the tray from her. “Tell Genevieve that if she has any fresh fish from the lake or if she still makes pot roast on Tues night, I would love some. If not, tell her to surprise me.”
“Of course, Mr. Burnett.” She bows her head and backs away, glaring daggers at Eve as the door shuts.
“She doesn’t give up easily, does she?” Eve sighs, taking a plate of fresh fruit from the tray.
“Does it matter?” He slides into the bed next to her, frowning at his plate of sliced ham and deviled eggs.
“Yep. Gotta know if I’m gonna have to put her in her place or not.” Eve spears a piece of watermelon
and waves it towards his lips.
He grins, slowly sliding the watermelon off the fork with his teeth while gazing hungrily at her. “I’d like to see that.”
“You would.” She laughs and takes her own bite. “Of course I can always leave that for later.” She leans over and kisses him.
He deepens the kiss, pushing the plate to the side as he leans her back onto the bed. One hand glides down her back, opening her bra with a pop. She chuckles as he pulls it from her, his eyes never straying from her bare breasts. “What’s so funny?”
“You are the only guy I know that can open a bra one handed with no fumbling around first.” She pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the floor.
“Practice, My Queen.” He swirls his tongue around one nipple. “Years of practice.”
She moans, arching up to him and feeling the plate slide into her foot. “You know this bed is going to be full of smashed food if we’re not careful.”
“I can fix that.” He reaches down, grabs the plate, and leans over her to set it on the nightstand.
With a wicked grin, Eve runs her hand over the zipper of his jeans, feeling the bulge that is so close to her face. “What do we have here? A present for me?”
He freezes in place as she pops the button and unzips his jeans. His eyes close as she slowly pulls his jeans over his hips, his cock springing out above her face. She grasps it in her hand, stroking its length as her tongue gently runs over the head. His fingers tighten on the headboard as he tries to not move while she plays with him. She moves her head lower, suckling his balls while she continues to stroke him. He groans, feeling himself getting harder as she swirls her tongue around his balls. She finally lets go only to open her mouth more and slide his length deep into her throat. His hips twitch, burying himself as deep as she can take it. She moans around his cock, loving the feel of him. He looks down as she moans, seeing the look of bliss on her face as he thrusts into her mouth. She feels herself getting wetter with each stroke, her mouth tightening with each moan.
He grasps her hair, holding her in place as he finally slides out of her mouth. She whimpers, feeling his warm body moving away from hers. He chuckles, pulling off his jeans and tossing them onto the floor. “Not yet, My Love.” He murmurs against her lips as her underwear quickly joins his jeans. He slides between her legs, pulling them up and over his hips as he buries himself deep inside her wet pussy. She gasps, her nails burying into his arms as he thrusts into her hard and fast.
“Oh god!” She gasps out, feeling his body brushing against her nipples as he moves inside her.
He can feel she is very close, her walls clamping down on him tighter and tighter. His lips brush her neck until he finds the spot where her shoulder meets her next and then he gently bites down on her skin. It’s like a current has gone through her, she arches into him and her pussy floods with her juices. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying not to cum with her as her walls stroke him. When she finally calms enough, he pulls away from her and gazes down, taking all of her in.
“You’re not wet enough yet, My Love.” His hands knead her inner thighs as he gazes down at her glistening pussy. “You need more.”
She bites her lip, seeing him watch her making her want to behave like a wanton slut. “Is that how you decide?” She slides a hand down and begins to finger herself right in front of him.
His eyes narrow and his nostrils flare, the show she is putting on making him want her even more. He watches for a few more minutes, knowing she is getting close to cumming again. He grasps her legs, forcing her to roll over onto her stomach. She laughs softly as he plunges into her again, one arm snaking around her chest to hold her tight to him.
“Had enough watching?” She gasps out, nails digging into the sheet under her.
“Never.” He thrusts hard into her, feeling her already so close. He sees her biting her lip to stay quieter, and growls at her. “Scream for me.”
Her breath hitches, the command nearly sending her over the edge. She opens her eyes, turns her head enough to gaze back at him, and smiles. “Only if you watch yourself fuck me.”
“Vixen!” He growls back, leans back on his heels and grasping her hips tightly to him. He gazes down at where they are joined and begins to take her harder and faster.
He feel of him holding her tightly is her undoing. She screams as wave after wave crashes over her. He sees her juices gushing out of her as he thrusts even harder into her. She can hear him murmuring words to her but her mind is too far gone to understand what he’s saying. She starts to feel light headed as she keeps cumming, harder and harder with each stroke. She feels him suddenly swell inside her and grasp her shoulders, nearly pushing her across the bed with the force of his thrusts. He groans suddenly, his hands tightening on her shoulders as he cums deep inside her. She finally opens her eyes as he stills against her, looking back to see him still staring down at her pussy as he slowly pulls out.
The sight of her cum soaked pussy pleases him more than he realized it would. He slides his hands over her ass, squeezing in just the right places to make her squirm so more cum would leak out of her. He uses his thumbs to open her more to him, gently rubbing what is leaking out all over her outer lips.
“Like what you see?” She purrs, eyes half closed as the feel of him playing with her makes her nipples harden more.
“Love what I see.” He purrs back, looking up to see her in nearly a state of bliss. “I still think you need more.” He slides a finger into her, working it inside her as his other hand gently rubs her clit.
She moans, pressing back against his hands. “You can’t give me much more yet.”
“Don’t tempt me to get the toys out on you.” He leans forward and nips her on the ass as he slides a second finger into her.
“Toys?” She starts to lose all thought as he brings her closer to the edge again.
He can already feel himself getting hard again, the feel of her muscles beginning to clamp down on his fingers and seeing her eyes flutter shut as she moans louder doing the trick. “You didn’t think I would leave them there when I could use them did you?”
“Maybe.” She gasps. “Besides, you are doing fine without them.”
“Am I?” He smirks as he leans over her, pulling his fingers out and shoving his hard cock back into her. “How well am I doing, My Dear?”
The feel of him sliding deep inside her sends her screaming over the edge again. He takes her almost agonizingly slow, drawing out her orgasm until she nearly passes out. He finally stills inside her, letting her catch her breath as his hands roam over her back soothingly.
“Should I take that as doing rather well?” He purrs as he leans over, pulling her up onto her knees against him. He holds her close and begins to thrust into her again. “Or should I try harder?”
She moans, leaning her head back against his shoulder. “Brat, you know you are doing better than that.” She growls back, reaching behind her to grasp his firm ass while he moves against her. “You’re the best.”
He nudges her legs father apart, pulling her more onto his lap so he can thrust deeper. “Stroking my ego now?”
His fingers play over her nipples, pinching and squeezing them to tight peaks. She feels herself quickly closing in on another orgasm. “I’m not the one doing the stroking.”
He chuckles in her ear, feeling her starting to clamp down on him again. “Scream for me, Baby.”
He begins to thrust faster into her, her body nearly vibrating with how close she is. He nips her shoulder and her body reacts like a flood gate opening. She screams his name, soaking him until her body over loads. He feels her suddenly become very limp in his arms, her breath ragged, and he gently lowers her to the bed. He rolls her onto her back, pulling her close as her body begins to calm.
After a few minutes, her eyes begin to flutter open and she sees him smiling smugly down at her. “Perhaps I should give you a breather.”
She reaches down, grasping and stroking his still hard cock. “No.” She whispers. “Not until you are done too.”
His eyes close, hips meeting her strokes. “If you keep that up it will be faster than you think.”
Biting her lip, she becomes bolder and pushes him over onto his back. Startled, his eyes fly open to see her kneeling between his legs. She leans down, sucking him deep into her mouth as she gently plays with his balls. He moans, eyes closing as his hand reaches out and threads through her hair.
His moans encourage her on and she sucks him harder. His hips begin to move beneath her and she feels him sliding deeper into her throat. She moans around him, loving the feel of him taking her mouth. Just when she thinks he is about to cum, he pulls her mouth away from him.
“I want to cum inside you.” He growls, pulling her on top of him and thrusting deep inside.
She leans back on her heels, taking him so deep he fills her completely. She feels him swelling inside her again as her walls clamp down hard. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her close over him as he thrusts harder into her. Without warning another orgasm rips through her, taking him with her. He growls, thrusting as her pussy milks every last drop from him. When he finally stops, he pulls her down and kisses her thoroughly.
Not wanting to move yet, she lays her head against his chest and gazes up towards the ceiling. Thinking her eyes are slightly unfocused, she at first doesn’t register the small red light barely shining in the corner of some crown molding. She slowly sits up and slides off of Owen, still staring at the red light.
Frowning, Owen tries to see what she is looking at. “What’s wrong?”
“What is that light?” She points up at the molding.
“What light?” He rolls over, stands up and walks over to where she is pointing.
“That one.” She steps up onto a chair and points at it. “Is it a security or fire alarm light?”
His frown deepens and he climbs up as well, pulling at the molding until it has come loose. He sees a small camera behind the molding pointing right at the bed. He jumps down and grabs his jeans, furious at the find. “Put something on. I have a phone call to make.”
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