Chapter 1

"Hey Jessie! Grab me another beer out of the cooler, will ya?" Becca yelled across the dimly lit diner. She was sitting at a table in the rear where she felt effectively hidden from the customers, but was still in earshot of all the action. The window to her right gave her all the view she needed. The parking lot, the 5 motel units, and the road. The road that led out of this godforsaken Blue Ridge Mountain town.

This had been a good day. Today she didn't break down and cry over her him - not once. One day at a time...that's how it has to be...she thought to herself. Jessie shuffled around the counter and handed Becca the bottle of beer. "Geez, Bec - we aren't going to have any beer left for the customers if you keep swilling them down like that," Jessie chided her friend. Becca twisted the top off the longneck and took a slow long deep drink of it. She clinked the bottle down next to its 3 empty brothers and picked up her crossword puzzle book.

"It's Wednesday. Jess. The beer truck will be here today. Along with the driver of that truck, who I believe you've been screwing for - what is it - 6 months now?" Becca's retort wasn't bitter, she just wanted to drive the point home that her business was hers and Jessie's was Jessie's.

"Touche, Becca. I was just making a joke. You've been so quiet today, I just thought you were sad, but now I see you are just your old bitchy self." Jessie huffed. "Why don't you go back to your room and pound on that punching bag for awhile?"

Becca smiled, "I'm still recuperating from last Saturday night. Pounding a 12 ounce is all I'm doing right now."

Just 11 months ago, Becca's long-time companion was killed violently when his 18 wheeler was hit head-on by another big rig - the driver asleep at the wheel..

They had bought this diner/motel 5 years ago with thoughts of settling into a nice, lazy, country life...maybe have a couple of rugrats...who knows? Now this slice of backwoods heaven was all she had, besides her friend Jessie.

I've got to get the hell out of this place. I have too much living to do to waste my life here, she brooded. I can just sign the property over to Jessie and take off. Go back to the city. Get lost in the shuffle. Becca rubbed her aching left shoulder. Playing bouncer on Friday and Saturday nights is getting really old. The locals didn't have anywhere else to go within 20 miles to toss a beer or two. Her diner was the hot spot. Hell, the earnings from Friday and Saturday nights alone kept her afloat!

Jessie snapped Becca out of her reverie, "Becca - hey...look across the street."

Jess was peering out the front door of the diner, acting as giddy as a tot with a new lollie. Becca leaned over her table and strained to peer out the window at the gas station across the street.

"Yeah - what about it. It's a U-Haul Van. So what?"

"No - look at the guys that were in the U-Haul van, silly." Jessie purred. Becca picked up her beer and strolled to the window next to Jessie. She did a quick examination of the three strangers across the street - the best she could from that distance. She came to the silent conclusion, that yes - Jessie would indeed fuck anything with two legs and some semblance of a dick swinging there between.

"Yeah - you're right - those are guys." Becca replied - unimpressed. She turned to walk back to her table and her crossword puzzle. One of these days, that will be me. Getting the hell outta Dodge. Moments later, she caught the U-Haul out of the corner of her eye - it was pulling up into the diner parking lot.

"Oh Becca! - here they come! Do I look ok? My eyeliner isn't smudged is it?" Becca didn't turn around and give Jessie any notice.

"Beautiful, dahhhling."

Becca heard the 3 strangers enter the diner. From what she could tell, two went to take a leak and the other walked further into the diner and grabbed a table at the opposite end from where she sat. They are definitely not from around here. It was a game she played over and over. So many strangers in and out these doors all the time. She tried to guess where they were from, where they were going, etc. Yearning to be one of the lucky souls who could get up and leave after they paid the tab.

Four letter word for female sex organ. Muff?. Cunt? Becca laughed to herself - 

Yes I have one of those...thank God for Duracell. She stretched her arms and tilted back her chair, as if the motion would help with her puzzle.

All three were sitting at a table now. Becca half listened as Jessie slinked up to the table and made flirty small talk as she laid out the menus and asked what they wanted to drink. She didn't hear much after that. She was stumped on the 3 words for "Excited Exclamation". "Hmm. Fuck Me Swinging doesn't fit," she whispered to herself and giggled.

"Becca....Becca..." Jessie whispered as quietly as she could. She was tapping on her shoulder.

"Yes? What is it?" Becca glanced up and noticed that Jessie was all flushed a crimson color.

"Those guys over there...you have to...do you know who that is?" Jessie was really excited and trying desperately to contain it, but Becca was once again annoyed with her.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, Jessie!" Becca hissed at her. "What is wrong with you? Ok - so they aren't from around here. You've lost your mind. Settle down."

"NO!" Jessie raised her voice and the threesome at the table all looked her way. 

"No." she said in a quivering whisper. "You have to go over there and meet them. 

"You'll see what I mean!"

"Jessie, I am not in the mood for this....."

"Excuse me." The deep rumbling foreign voice came from right behind Becca. 

Jessie gasped. Becca's heart stopped. She set her chair forward, almost too hard and turned her head toward the origin of the voice.

"G'day. Wondering if you could look at this map with me and my mates over there. Miss Jessie here says you know the area well." Becca stood up cautiously and faced the stranger. Something was vaguely familiar about this guy. Is it the accent? No - the eyes...

"Sure. I'm sorry - I'm Becca. You are...?" She extended her hand. He was taken aback by her outright lack of recognition of him. He wondered if this beard and long hair were finally providing him with the anonymity he wished he had at times.

He shook her hand, "Russell. Russell Crowe." His grin was as wide as a mile and growing - those beautiful blue-green eyes laughing and bright. Becca gave him a doubtful look as he shook her hand, her eyes squinted in disbelief. After a few seconds of reconciling those eyes with the eyes she'd seen in the movies and in the magazines, she became a believer.

I could lose myself forever in those eyes like those and never care. Too bad they're attached to an egomaniac like him. "Really? A bit far from home, eh?

What brings you to the middle of nowhere, Mr. Crowe?" She was courteous, but guarded. Great - the all original male chauvinist. In my diner. Whoop de doo. Tell me Mr Crowe, are there any married women in the general vicinity that you'd like to fuck? she sarcastically thought to herself. I hope he doesn't expect to be waited on hand and foot while he's in my diner - nice ass or not.

"Road trip. From Texas to New Jersey. Been riding my motorbike here and there." 

He nodded towards the U haul. He thought he saw something twinkle in her eyes when he mentioned his motorcycle.

"Well, I'll tell you what, Mr. Crowe. You and your friends have a nice lunch and when you've finished, we will check out the map." Okay - so he has a motorcycle - probably a Rice-Chunker. I will admit, he looks very tasty in those leather pants and jacket. Damn shame he's one of those movie star types. "What kind of ride do you have, Mr. Crowe?" she asked nonchalantly with a cocked eyebrow.

"It's Russell, please. She's a Fat Boy." He was sensing her coolness with him as being utterly unimpressed. He loved a challenge.

A Harley! OK, so he has taste. But can he ride? Rich people buy them as a status symbol, but most can't ride for shit. How she loved to ride a motorcycle. The thought of sitting on a rigid frame while revving the engine was making her exceedingly warm in her netherworld. "Harley? Nice bike." She said with as little interest as she could. "I'm sure your lunch is almost ready. I'll send Jessie out to refill your drinks..."

"Why don't you join us, or is that your dinner?" he nodded at the collection of brew bottles decorating her table. He was pouring on the charm, grinning that grin. His voice was a low purr. STOP IT she thought.

"No. Just an appetizer of sorts. I really need to help Jessie out, she..."

"I'm fine. I have it all under control. You haven't eaten anything all day..."

Jessie said as she passed by with a tray of their beer.

"That's settled." He put his hand behind her arm and nudged her towards the table. Becca was trapped. She didn't want to be rude, so she begrudgingly agreed. She was hungry.

Chapter 2

Becca had Jessie bring her another beer. She sat at the table with Russell and his travelling partners. They all ate lunch and told stories about their trip thus far. Admittedly, the man could be very charming. During the entire meal he never said one word or made one gesture to validate her preconception of his overinflated ego. He was actually quite funny. She listened tentatively most of the time, the rest of the time she spent trying not to look directly in the eyes. She would sneak peeks at him when his attention was focused on his friends. Becca knew that if she looked him square in the eye that she would surely become a babbling idiot. She found herself eager to get the lunch over with and send them on their way. There were lustful thoughts that were sneaking into her brain. These thoughts made her feel weak - not a familiar sensation.

She was very uncomfortable. Becca wanted to bolt out of the diner.

"Becca - telephone!" Jessie called out from behind the counter. Thank GOD! Saved by the phone!

Instead of returning to the table to wish her guests well and to thank them for their patronage after her phone conversation with the food distributor, she ducked into the kitchen and entered her attached apartment through the side entrance. Becca flopped onto her bed and closed her eyes. Thoughts of Russell bombarded her brain. She couldn't concentrate on one specific thought. She decided to focus on the way he smelled. Oh yes, he'd been out riding this motorcycle today. She could smell the exhaust fumes and it excited her. She smelled cigarettes and musk. Becca inhaled deeply as the heat began to rise between her legs.

She was surprised at herself for subconsciously memorizing every detail about the man. The way he kept running his hands through his hair. That thought sent her over the edge. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid her hand under her panties and held herself. In her mind, she saw herself run both her own hands through his hair, guiding his head down to the place where her hand was now massaging her swollen and keenly sensitive clit. Her nipples were throbbing with delight. She moaned with pleasure at her recollection of Russell.

The leather pants. The leather jacket. The things that were inside the pants and the jacket. She had gained an even rhythm with her hand and was nearing climax.

"Ooooooh Russell!" she squealed. She peaked and her whole being went tense with the release. Becca's body went limp on the bed. She felt herself pulsate from her most recent activity and smiled a wicked grin to herself. No batteries needed for that, she chuckled.

She sat up slowly, afraid that she may be light headed from the intensity of her activity, and went to freshen herself up. There was a knock at the door led to the front parking lot. Becca answered hurriedly, and was taken back by the identity of her guest. "Mr. Cr...Russell?"

"Pardon the intrusion, Jessie told me that you were probably here. You didn't return after you took your phone call and we were waiting for you to give us some hints on the map." Russell was leaning in on the door jam, stealing glances inside Becca's apartment. He could see the weight bench and the punching bag hanging from the ceiling. He noticed the collection of rifles hanging on the wall over the weight bench. Becca stepped outside and pulled the door shut.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry!" Becca was blushing a bright red in remembrance of her most recent deed and because of her oversight to help the travelers. "We can go back to the diner. Let me finish up in here and I'll meet you there." Becca turned to go back in her apartment.

"No need. We decided to get rooms and stay here tonight. We are ahead of schedule anyway. Why don't you come down to my room when you are finished?" He tilted his head and cut one of his signature 'Women Can't Tell This Face No' grins.

"Uh...." She was speechless. Stay here? Tonight? Come down to his room? She felt her pulse quicken and found herself even more embarrassed when she couldn't make her mouth move to respond. Get a grip, girl! What's wrong with you?

"Oh come on, I don't bite. I'm not going to take advantage of you - I seriously need your opinion on which route to take - that is all! I'm in Unit #5" He was shaking his head and laughing at her. She started to laugh as well - it was contagious.

She agreed and Russell allowed her to get back to whatever she was doing. She went back into the diner to grab a fresh beer- some liquid confidence. Becca allowed Jessie to tease her about her new "beau" and point out that he could barely keep his eyes off her the entire time they ate. Once Becca felt that she had regained her composure, she made her way to Unit #5.

Russell opened the door and invited her in. Becca walked in slowly, amazed that the room already smelled like him. She was subconsciously swooning and wished that she had plied herself with a good stiff bourbon and coke instead of the beer. Russell had the well-worn map laid out on the bed. "Are you really that scared of me Becca? I'm not going to hurt you - "

"No. Actually quite the opposite." Did I say that out loud?

"Oh really?" his smile of teasing slid into a smile of utter wicked interest. "Are you going to hurt me?"

"No. NO. That is not what I meant..." She barely squeezed the words out when

Russell put his arm around her waist and planted a kiss on her lips. For a split second, she tensed up in protest. Then gave in to her desire. Her arms went around his neck and he pressed her against him. He was so warm and inviting. She had forgotten what it was like to be held like this. The kiss was getting deeper by the second - open mouths, probing tongues - both trying to taste the other completely. Russell ran both his hands up and down her back. His hand brushed against something hard and cold stuck in the waist of her jeans in the small of her back. His eyes opened wide in alarm and he broke off the kiss abruptly.

Before Russell knew what happened, he was flipped head over feet and landed with a thud onto his back. Becca was crouched in an attack stance and had the palm of her hand resting lightly at the end of his nose. Russell was clearly scared and speechless. "I could shove your nose up into your brain...." Becca bumped his nose with her palm and smiled a victorious grin. "Yes. That is a gun you felt back there. I'm licensed and I carry it for protection. I never know what sort of people will show up on the steps of the diner. Mr. Crowe, where I come from, you don't just assume that a lady wants you to kiss her until she gives you a sign that it is ok. Famous movie star or not, you need to mind your manners." The truth was, she was so flustered by his kiss, she did what came instinctively to gain control of the situation. She stood up and offered her hand to assist him off the floor.

"Well fuck me." Russell croaked. "I'm sorry. I'll make sure to behave from now on!" He stood up and towered over her, grinning from ear to ear. He was standing as close as he could without touching her. Becca stared up at him, undaunted. He snorted a laugh, "Does anything intimidate you?" His eyes were getting to her again. She looked away and took a deep breath.

"Snakes."

"Snakes?"

"Yes. They are creepy." She strolled past him and made for the door.

"Wait - what about the map?"

"Oh, not that excuse again - don't you think you've used it enough already?"

"Seriously, I'm sorry - I really did want your help with the route." Becca smirked at him, in disbelief. Russell was losing this challenge. He thought he had her with the kiss, but this was proving to be more of a contest of two very headstrong people. Becca exited the room. Russell chased her and grabbed her arm firmly.

Becca turned and sighed, "Did you not get the hint before?" Her words had a little more steel about them this time. She knew how close she was to giving in and letting him do whatever he pleased with her, and it angered her that she could become so vulnerable with someone she had met only hours earlier.

He held both hands up in a submissive gesture and backed up a step. The caught the Uhaul van in the edge of his vision, "No, please don't manhandle me like that again," he was laughing. "How about a ride on my motorbike? I promise, cross my heart, that I will treat you like any of my other mates and behave..."

"After the stories you told during lunch, I don't know if I want to be treated like 'one of your mates'" Becca could tell that he was sincere, but she wasn't sure she should chance it. Oh the things I could do to you, mate.

"Are you going to make me beg?" he started to get down on his knees.

"OK! OK! Please! Get up, Jessie already has enough ammunition to abuse me with for weeks, let's don't give her a show, ok?" Inside, Becca was squealing like a little kid. She loved motorcycles, and famous actor or not, she fancied a ride on that Hog. As long as Russell kept his place, everything would be fine, she told herself. As long as he didn't look at her or touch her she felt that she could keep her wits.

"Let me grab my jacket and we'll go! Do you need help with the bike?"

"That's ok luv, I'll get one of my mates to help."

Chapter 3

Becca sprinted back to her apartment and retrieved her old leather jacket. She called the diner from her room to tell Jessie where she was going. She heard the

Hog fire up and goosebumps ran rampant up her arms and down her back. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in quite sometime and he laughed to herself when she realized that sound made her horny. Becca skipped out the door and hopped onto the back of the bike. She directed Russell to go east and warned him about the hairpin curves.

Becca positively loved the feel of the wind whipping through her hair. She loved the feel of the horsepower between her legs - it was the ultimate sex toy as far as she was concerned. She hadn't felt this alive in years. Her arms were wrapped firmly around Russell's chest. Becca loved the feel of his leather jacket in her hands. She leaned in towards him inhaling his scent mixed with leather and exhaust. She was losing herself in her experience.

After a good 20 minute ride, they pulled over so Russ could satisfy his nicotine crave. She gave Russell a little history lesson concerning their surroundings to which he listened to and questioned tentatively. His questions gradually became more and more personal and she hindered answering them.

"I thought you were the person who is supposed to be on the receiving end of an interview?" she joked, trying to turn the conversation elsewhere.

"Your turn this time" he grinned. "You didn't answer my question. How did you end up here? Where are you from?" Becca relented and gave him a brief overview of how she came to the Blue Ridge Mountains with her boyfriend, how they bought the diner, how he was killed in an accident"

"I apologize, Becca - I didn't mean to pry. I'm sorry - "

"No. It's ok. I guess if I were you I'd be curious too." She smiled as she looked into his engaging aquamarine eyes.

"So you grew up in Mississippi? We drove through there - it's a beautiful state." Russell said, trying to draw out more information from his passenger.

"I suppose it is. I have good memories..."

"Like...?"

"You just don't quit, do you? Ok - here is the Cliff Notes version of my childhood: Tomboy. Only girl in a world of male cousins and friends. Liked to shoot rifles. Took karate and jiu-jitsu lessons so that I could keep up with the guys and not get beat up all the time. Anything else you need to know, Mr. Crowe?" He was laughing so hard that he nearly lost balance and fell over.

"And just what is so fucking funny?" she was clearly miffed by his laughter

"What were you trying to prove? That you weren't a girl?" his laughter had turned to giggling and he lit up another smoke. He tried to apologize with a straight face, but wasn't successful. Becca joined into the laughter. Russell toked on the cig and flicked it into the street. "Ready?"

"My turn!" She walked to the bike, popped the kickstand up and started the Hog. 

"Come on - hop on and let's go. I want to show you -"

"OH NO...that's ok. Very funny, scoot back." Russ was grinning, but he was clearly not amused.

"What? Are you afraid to ride 'bitch' Russ? Don't tell me your ego has grown that big - or is that what the Uhaul van is really for? To cart your ego around?" Becca grinned a very wide evil grin.

He stood there and pondered the situation for a few seconds - attempting to stare her into submission. "I take it that you've rode before? Alone?" She didn't answer. She eased the bike into first and began inching forward.

"Fuck. If you tell anyone about this, I will...I don't know what I'll fucking do - can you just keep your fucking mouth shut?" He growled as he got on the bike.

She was enjoying this immensely. "What the fuck do I hold on to? You?"

"Honey, just hold on to whatever makes you happy" she eased the bike forward and they took off down the road. This is heaven. I need a bike. I forgot how great this is. Russell had placed both hands firmly on her hips. After he got used to not being in control of the motorcycle, he realized that he actually liked riding behind a woman, and was getting turned on by it. Well, fuck me, he thought. This sheila knows her way around a motorbike. I hope none of my mates see this, he laughed to himself. Becca turned down a dirt road and waited for Russell to protest getting dirt all over the chrome, but he didn't. He seemed to be more interested in where they were going. The road led to a tiny cabin situated in front of a small pond. She stopped the bike and shut the engine off. "This is my quiet place. Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes, but not as much as you" Russell wouldn't let her dismount the bike. He had wrapped his muscular arms around her and was placing warm sensual kisses on her neck, behind her ear. He had her arms pinned to her sides. He was confident that there would be no more Jackie Chan moves placed upon him as long has he held her arms down. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot to ask permission, didn't I?" Every word was punctuated with a tender kiss up on down her neck. Oh no - he found THE spot. She began to quietly moan with satisfaction. "If I let you go, will you promise not to fling me onto the ground?" He felt her body go limp in exasperation. That was the furthest thought from her mind at this juncture. The ride on the motorcycle with him had sent her into a state of euphoria and she was not herself. Russell laughed, "What? Did I make you angry? I had to ask. I don't know if I can handle another ride like you gave me earlier at the motel..."

Slowly, Becca turned around as he loosened his bear hug on her. She slid off the bike and turned to face him. He slid forward and dismounted the bike. He leaned back on the seat and Becca moved closer to him. She gave him her most wicked evil grin and placed her hands on his hips.

"Oh, Mr. Crowe - you've been a bad boy, again. I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson. A ride? Oh I'll give you a ride, alright." Russell's cocky smile morphed into a look of confusion, surprise, and uncertainty. She hooked her index fingers into his belt loops, pulled herself closer to him and kissed him full on the mouth. She was ravenous, but patient. Her tongue began probing inside his mouth, and he gladly returned the service. Russell's hands found her ass and he pulled her tight. His arousal was evident. Becca began to slowly grind herself on his hardness. Her lips trailed down his cheek and to his neck to which he growled in approval. The salty taste of his skin was delicious. She felt her panties become drenched with her acute need. Russell grabbed her hair and gently pulled her head back to expose her throat. He ran his lips and tongue over the 'spot' that he discovered earlier, which made her shiver.

"Is the door to the cabin locked?" Russell looked at her through hooded eyes, his voice broken and throaty.

"Yes." Without missing a beat, she extracted the key from her pocket and dangled it in front of his face. Russell snatched it away, lifted her up in his arms and carted her towards the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist and giggled.

Russell fumbled with the lock for watch seemed an eternity. His frustration was evident as his swollen member became more and more uncomfortable trapped in his jeans. Becca began to offer help when he managed to seat the key in the lock and open the door.

Chapter 4

"Put me down for just a minute." Becca requested as he walked toward the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace.

"No." Russell said gruffly. He began kissing her deeply. She was trying her best to pull away so she could speak. He could tell she was getting irritated. He stopped kissing her and looked at her with a grave face. His eyes had become so dark that she couldn't tell where his dilated pupils began and ended. His stare made her heart stop. Russell and Becca spent an eternity speaking without words in his embrace. Slowly, by degrees, he released his grip on her waist and she slid down to her feet. Their gaze remained unbroken. Becca swallowed hard, not knowing what to expect next. Everything in her being cried 'Run', but her legs betrayed her. His eyes spoke to her - Don't even think about it, luv. It's you and me right here, right now- you aren't going anywhere. Russell took her face in his hands and brushed his lips against hers. Her hands came up to rest on his arms. He drew his face back to look at her face, to drink her in.

"I can't...." she attempted to talk, but he put a finger on her lips, shook his head slightly, and shushed her. He took his jacket off. He lifted her hands and placed them on his chest inside the opening of his flannel shirt that was unbuttoned to right above his stomach. Becca let out a sigh and felt her knees turn to jello. It had been a long time. She had forgotten what it was like to be with a man. Every touch she felt was highlighted with an electrical charge swirling between her legs. A tear slipped down the side of her face.

"Shhh. You have to let go, Becca. You can't keep your emotions bottled up. You can't keep hiding them behind this mask you've made for yourself. The tough girl act is going to get very old, very quick. He was still holding her hands to his chest. With trembling hands, she slowly moved down to unbutton the rest of his flannel shirt. She peeled it back and off his shoulders. Becca slid off her jacket and pulled her sweater off over her head. She stood there motionless with an expressionless face waiting for his next move. Russell pulled off his t-shirt and went down on his knees, pulling her with him.

They were kneeling - facing each other on the bear-skin rug. Becca leaned into him and kissed him tenderly. Russell's hands found her breasts and he caressed her nipples with his thumbs through the thin cloth of her bra. A soft moan escaped her throat. Her hands went to his hips and she pulled herself to his hardness. Russell's hand reached behind her and pulled the gun out of her waistband and placed it on the table that was between them and the couch. With practiced ease, he undid her bra with one hand. He slid it off her shoulders forward with his fingertips. His touch was so light that it sent goosebumps all over her body.

Becca undid Russell's button fly on his leather pants and was almost startled by the motion of his cock springing forward. She leaned forward and trailed kisses down his chest, stopping momentarily at his belly-button to circle it with her tongue. Russell propped back on one arm, still kneeling, and ran the fingers from his free hand in her hair.

Becca nuzzled his chestnut hair surrounding his swollen rod. She heard Russell moan and suck in air through his clenched teeth. She cradled his balls in her hand, messaging them gently. Becca gazed up at Russell to make sure she had his undivided attention. She leaned down, never moving her gaze from his eyes, and swirled her tongue over the red-purple plum. His member twitched. She then lowered her head down and took his entire length and breadth into her mouth.

"Bloody oath, girl." He sighed and massaged her head with his fingers that were still in her hair. She pumped her head up and down in an even rhythm. His velvety smoothness felt so sweet in her mouth, she wished she could swallow him whole. She stopped and drew back to situate her position on the floor and before she drew him back into her mouth, Becca ran her tongue up the length of his dick. When Russell saw and felt her do this, he was afraid he would shoot his load right then. He managed to hold off - at least for a moment. Becca went back down on him, this time adding her hand to counter-jack what her mouth was doing.

She could hear his breathing shift from deep to short and broken. The muscles in his legs began to tense up as well. "Becca...Stop...I'm going to come. If you don't want it down your throat, you better st...." Too late. Russell shot his gift into her mouth and she suckled him until he was dry.

Russell growled and playfully pushed her onto her back. He pulled off his pants, boots, and socks and commenced to doing the same to her. "Oh, what nice little piggies you have, luv" He sucked each and every toe thoroughly, during which her hand went down to her pussy. The sensation of having him suck her toes was driving her need to have something grind on her clit. "You going to share that?" He grinned mischievously at her.

His lips and teeth danced a narrow path from her ankle, to the patch behind her knee, then up the inside her leg, to the throbbing sweetness nested there. He licked one fat swipe and then nipped and sucked at her wetness until she was bucking her hips and squealing with rapture.

He slid two fingers into her and moved them in time with his tongue. Becca couldn't take anymore. "Russell.....I'm sorry - I can't stop.....oh God!" She arched her back and cried out. Russell felt her clench around his fingers, pulsating.

He patiently allowed her to ride the wave back down.Russell positioned himself over Becca. She looked up into his eyes and felt herself go fluid between her legs all over again. His expression was of total lust and tenderness all rolled into one. She was quite sure that she had never seen that look from any man before in her life. "Ok?" Becca nodded at Russell's question. He used his knee to part her legs and pushed his thighs against the back of hers. He sank down to his elbows and kissed her. He leaned in slightly, nudging her opening with tip of his erection, causing her to suck in a breath.

"Shhhh." Russell soothed her. He pushed forward with a calculated gentleness, fully prepared to stop if she asked him to. Her hands were gripping his arms.

She turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes shut. Becca was so tight, he was afraid that he was going to hurt her. He backed out slightly and pushed forward. He had to repeat the motion 3 times before he was fully sheathed. Once completely inside, he paused to give her time to get used to his size. A drop of sweat rolled off his nose and fell on her cheek.

"Russell." Becca said in a whisper

"What? Am I hurting you?" he questioned in a concerned tone.

"Make love to me." He kissed her and began with small short strokes that evolved into thrusts. He couldn't get enough of her moans and sighs. Russell leaned back and pulled her legs up and over his shoulders for a better angle. Becca arched her back at the feel of his cock being thrust deeper inside. When he felt like he had pleasured her well enough that way, he let her legs down and sat back.

"Come here" he growled lustily. Becca sat up and crawled to him. She placed a knee on either side of his legs, facing him. He grabbed her hips and guided her down onto himself. He suckled her breasts, much to her delight, he was sending her into orbit again. He kneaded his fingers into her hips working her up and down his staff until he was seconds away. "Becca, come for me baby. Look at me."

She looked down into his eyes, taking his face into her hands."Russell...harder....fuck me...." She tossed her head back and he thrust into her with all the might he could muster. "Oh yesssssssssssssssss....Russell", she cried. He shot what felt like a hot river into her as her walls began milking him of their own accord. Russell lay down on his back, pulling her with him so she was laying on his chest.

Chapter 5

Becca fell asleep right away. Russell reached up and pulled a blanket off the couch, spread it over both of them and took a short cat nap himself. Rain falling on the tin roof woke them about an hour later. Russell sprang up, pulled on his pants, and ran outside to push his bike up onto the shelter of the porch.

Daylight was fading fast. Russell rifled through his jacket pockets and retrieved his cell phone. "You'll need to walk up to the top of the hill, to the main road, to use that." Becca mumbled sleepily.

"Well fuck me. It's raining buckets outside!"

"Don't worry." Becca climbed to her feet and wrapped the blanket around herself. 

She shuffled over to a closet and searched for the umbrella that she was certain was there. Russell stood in the doorway, still wearing only his leather pants, unbuttoned. He leaned against the door jam and stared out into the rain - toking off on the cig he just lit. Becca found the umbrella, and turned to take it to him, but she was taken aback by the sight of Russell. She took in the visual, attempting to memorize every muscle, every curve, every hair - for she knew that she would never see it again after he left tomorrow. He turned around and smiled.

"What're you looking at?" he asked and grinned knowingly. All Becca could do was shake her head in embarrassment. "Silly - give me that umbrella. I'm going to call my mates to let them know where we are. I'll have them let Jessie know too.

He put on his boots and jacket and started out the door. As an afterthought, he turned around and asked, "Becca, is there anything to eat here? Or do I need to have them come get us?"

"Oh yes - I stay here quite often. The pantry and fridge are stocked."

"Good! I'll be back." Russell winked at her closed the door behind him. Becca sat down on the couch, processing the past 6 hours in her head. She wasn't sure how to feel. Seconds ticked away by the old mantle clock over the fireplace. The longer she sat there, the further her heart sank into her chest.

"What did I do?" she said out loud. "How could I have done that?" She shot up off the couch, grabbed all of her clothes, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She stared in the bathroom mirror long and hard. "What a whore you are - you just fucked someone you don't even know - and now you've got to live with it. Is this what you've become?" Becca said to her reflection. She sat down on the toilet seat and had a good cry. There was a soft knock on the door.

"Becca - are you alright? Open the door"

"Ummm. Yeah! I'm fine. Just a second!" she hurriedly washed her face and opened the door wearing the best fake smile that she could muster. "I'm hungry - how about you? Want a beer while we decide what to eat?" She ducked under his arm where he was leaning against the door jam of the bathroom. He wasn't buying it. He was more than just a little confused, he thought that they had a wonderfully passionate interlude earlier. What could have happened in the short time he was on the phone?

"Becca."

"Here's your beer." She smiled and handed it to him, spun on her heel, and went to the freezer. "We have various cuts of steak in here...mmmm...some chicken breasts...oooo what is this...?"

"Becca."

"Oh - that's just porkchops...not my favorite, but I'll cook them if you like them." Russell had set his beer down and walked up behind her. He firmly gasped her upper arms, which nearly startled the piss out of her.

"Becca. What is the matter. Quit putting your wall up. Tell me what is wrong." 

Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't make a move.

"Nothing, why would you think that?" she was not able to speak without a quiver in her voice.

"I heard you crying in the bathroom." He whipped her around to face him, to which she started sobbing. He held her close and soothed her by rubbing circles on her back and nuzzling his face in her hair. After a couple of minutes, she pulled back and began apologizing.

"Oh God, Russell - I am so sorry. Just what you needed, eh? A blubbering girl."

"Are you going to talk to me now?" his eyes were pleading and full of concern. Either he is a really GOOD actor, or he is really sincere, she thought.

She took a deep breath, and turned away from him. "Sometimes girls just need a good cry, I guess." Becca heard him start to protest, trying to drag more information out of her, so she took another deep breath and turned back to him.

"Don't. OK? Nothing is wrong, other than I need to get my shit together. I've been on this self imposed pity party ever since he died. Then you come along - so handsome and charming (she smiled and winked at him) and I remember what it was like to have someone pay attention to me. What did I do? I was on my back quicker than maple syrup in June." Russell tossed his head back and laughed a hug belly laugh at her comparison. She shot him a dirty look. "It's not funny to me - I feel like a whore."

"What?" his laugh turned to a dead serious stare. "A whore? I don't believe that I've treated you like that, Becca. That's not fair to yourself, or me." He lit another cigarette and started pacing. Realizing that her comment offended him, she back-peddled quickly.

"No.... NO! Russell, that is not what I meant! I'm sorry! I just feel like I dropped my pants to the first guy that looked my way, and I don't know how I should feel about it." He stopped pacing and looked at her through those opulent blue-green eyes, which had softened their tone after her last statement. He cocked his head to the side, grinned and walked toward her.

"Becca, don't be so hard on yourself." He slid his arm around her waist and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "What we did was consensual, between you and

I and that is where it will stay." His low honey sound of his voice was making her heart beat hard and was also making her pussy warm with need. "There is no need to levy such a hefty judgement on yourself. Anyway, I don't take no for an answer - you had no choice." She laughed and buried her head in his chest. He hugged her as tightly as he could without crushing her. He kissed her head and said, "I'll make a fire in the fireplace. You start dinner and I'll help, deal?"

"Deal."

Chapter 6

The rain had ceased, finally. Becca and Russell laid in front of the fireplace, stuffed full as ticks with homemade fried chicken, mashed potatoes, dinner rolls, green peas, and - of course - beer. Side by side, arms folded behind their heads, they lay flat on their backs with their feet propped up on the hearth so that the fire warmed their toes. They talked for a great long while about their lives, their hopes, and their frustrations. Becca really missed having someone to talk to like this. Her friend Jessie was ok for chats, but Becca and Russell were laying there solving all the world's problems in one night.

"I think I'm going to leave town." Becca announced after a pause in the conversation.

"What?"

"Oh...sorry - I was thinking out loud again. I've been toying with the idea of signing the whole kit and caboodle over to Jessie and I dunno."

"Luv, you gotta do what makes you happy, because no one else is going to do it for you." He propped up on his side, leaning on his elbow. "Do you understand?" his eyes told her that he was dead serious. "I live my life this way. I have to. People are so demanding of my time that I have to put my foot down and say 'no' sometimes - to preserve my sanity. Sometimes I get called self-centered and arrogant for it, but I really don't care. It's my life and I have a responsibility to my family and close friends" he giggled "to not end up in an insane asylum." Becca giggled along with him. Although his advice was plain common sense, it struck a new chord with her.

"Hmmmm. Maybe you are right," she contemplated.

"Of course I am, luv. I'm always right!"

"Ohhhhh Gawd" she exclaimed and leapt on top of Russell to give him a good tickling. He rolled over on her and returned the favor until their sides were sore from laughing.

"Becca" he whispered. She looked up at his face and saw the need in his eyes. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him, exploring every inch of his mouth with her tongue. He raised up and pulled of his clothes and helped her do the same. They resumed their previous position. The fire was the only light in the room, warming their naked bodies. As he kissed her willing lips, the cross that hung around his neck dangled and danced lightly on her chest sending electric sensations down her legs, just as it had done earlier in the day. She ran her hands up and down his back, squeezing and massaging along the way. Russell repositioned himself on his side and rolled her over so that he was behind her.

He ran his hand up and down her back while kissing her neck and shoulders. He positioned his leg in between hers, then reached down and began guiding himself inside her. Becca's sex was wet and ready for him to feed it's crave, but she stiffened her body - bracing herself for his size and the exquisite hurt that went with his initial entry. "Relax, luv. Take a deep breath." She complied and Russell pushed forward in one slow, single motion. He heard Becca let out a sigh and a moan. He anchored his hand on her hip and began making love to her.

They pleasured each other into the night and part of the early morning hours. 

Hardly any words were spoken between them other than names cried in passion and guttural noises of lust. Soon, Becca was in a deep sleep on the rug in front of the fireplace. Russell tossed a couple more logs on the fire and set the alarm on his watch so that they could get back to the diner in time for him to leave. He joined Becca on the floor after finishing his bedtime ciggie.

Chapter 7

Becca and Russell made it back to the diner at 5 am sharp. The guys were finishing breakfast and preparing for the rest of their trip to New Hampshire. Becca and Russell went to their respective apartment and room. They showered and rejoined each other in the diner. Russell woofed down some toast and eggs. While his mates kept teasing him about the night before. He wouldn't talk. She wouldn't talk. They just kept looking at each other and giggling. Soon it was time for them to leave. Russell had refueled his bike and rode it back into the U Haul van. The guys were all packed up in the cab, and Becca was standing beside the van with Russell. They made uneasy small talk between themselves. "Thanks for everything, Becca. Your company, your hospitality. You." They were facing one another, each with the other's arms around their waists.

Becca blushed. "You can look me up anytime you are in the area, ok?" she was trying very hard not to cry - or any of that silly stuff.

"I sure will. Goodbye." He kissed her on the forehead, then turned and climbed into the cab. The van took off, then stopped abruptly.

"Bloody Oath!!! Hey! You never did tell us how to get out of here!" Russell was waving the map out the window at Becca. She ran up to the window and quickly explained the routes on the map to him. He took her hand and kissed it. 'Thank you." He mouthed and smiled. The van eased into gear and accelerated forward.

She walked along side the van, still holding his hand until she had to let go. 

Becca watched the van until it rounded the curve and disappeared. She stood in the middle of the parking lot for a time, then turned back to the diner. She realized that she must've given her patrons quite a show. She took a deep breath and walked inside. Becca ignored the stares and went to the kitchen to get a bite to eat.

She spent quite a few nights crying herself to sleep after her encounter with Russell Crowe, but they were cleansing ones - not the "poor pitiful me" ones that she had previously. Her demeanor was quite different after that day. She took time to do things for herself. She enjoyed spending quiet nights at the cabin reading her favorite books and reminiscing about the pleasure she was given and gave on that bear skin rug in front of the fireplace.

Chapter 8

It had been weeks since she had thought about Russell. That was why she was stunned into silence by the phone call that she just received:

"G'Day. Is this Becca? Becca Jackson?"

"Ummmm, who's asking?" she replied cautiously, but politely.

"I'm sorry, this is Mark. Mark Dumbrell. I'm an associate of Russell Crowe." She knew exactly who he was when he said his name. Russell had told her a couple of stories about Mark during the night they spent together. Silence. "Hello? Are you still there?"

"I..I..I'm....yes. This is Becca. How can I help you?"

"Great! Nice to meet you! Russell has told me quite a bit about you. He gave me your name and asked me to track you down." She felt her jaw set and her pulse quicken. An angry flush rose up her neck. So much for our night being between me and him, she muttered under her breath through clenched teeth.

"He did, did he?" she inquired with a biting sarcasm.

"Yes! Do you have a moment? I've got a proposition for you..."

"Oh, I'll bet you do..." What was this about? A proposition? For what? An addition to the Crowe Harem, no doubt. The NERVE of that man. "Listen, you tell Mr. Crowe that I NEVER..."

"Oh I know - this is going to sound crazy, but he insisted that you were the perfect choice," Mark cut her off. Perfect Choice???? Becca was so angry by this point, she almost hung up in Mark's face. "I've been asking Russell to allow me to hire a couple of people for security detail, you know, things of that sort."

"Uh huh."

"...and all of a sudden, yesterday, he calls me from while filming on location and tells me to go ahead with my idea - but with one condition, the cunt!" he laughed out loud. Becca's anger was beginning to wane, only to be replaced with confusion.

"Mr. Dumbrell, what does all this have to do with me?"

"Mark. It's just Mark, please. Ms. Jackson, are you licensed to carry a concealed weapon?"

"Yes."

"Are you a good shot?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

"Fair dinkum. He also told me that you laid him out on the floor rather easily...I'd would have paid to see that" he chuckled "Ms. Jackson, I'd like to invite you to come to Australia so that we can meet and discuss employment. It involves quite a bit of travel, among other things - but the pay is excellent...."

Becca almost fainted.

"What? What are you saying? I don't..."

"Russell told me that you would be a perfect addition to my staff, that you are very capable young woman. He said that you grew up around men and aren't easily intimidated - by anything but snakes. Heh heh. He said that you'd enjoy the travelling..."

"Well...I don't know."

"Oh, you don't have to make up your mind right this second! Please allow me to leave my number with you. Maybe you could call me back within the week with your answer or with any questions? Is that fair?"

"Y...Yes...."

Epilogue

Becca walked the streets of Rome, keeping a fair distance, but a close eye on Russell, Danielle, and the crowd that surrounded them. Occasionally, Mark would look around and nod at her. She still couldn't believe her luck. I get paid to travel the world and baby-sit, she grinned to herself. Ah such a hard life! She made mental notes marking the sights that she'd like to come back and see when her "shift" ended later in the day. Becca closed her eyes behind her non-descript sunglasses and consciously patted the holstered pistol in the small of her back under her jacket - as if it would bring her back to reality and she would find that this was all a dream. When she opened her eyes and saw she was still half-way around the world from the diner at the Blue Ridge Mountains, she let out the breath that she had been holding in earnest...