Project Whores

Chapter 12

Sunk. Five days later, at precisely 2030, he sent her a text. His message was simple: I apologize. I was out of line. If you give me another chance, I'll make it up to you. My door will be open. Kyle had no explanation for his previous behavior, so he would not blame her if she didn't show up... She got under his skin for some reason, but by the same token she was so sweet.

Kyle did not go work out that night. He cleaned his room and changed his bedding. He was essentially a slob, but he liked the smell of clean sheets, so he changed them often. After his shower, he lay on his bed naked, waiting for Rejoice Battle to come through his door. She had not responded to his text and he remembered she told him she usually fell asleep pretty early. By 2230, Kyle lost hope and decided he would go ahead and lock up. He was dozing anyway. As that thought crossed his mind, the door opened slowly...

Joice walked in and closed the door behind her, but stood there and looked at him. Kyle looked at the TV. What's wrong with her? he wondered, but kept silent. Maybe she's having second thoughts...God, please don't let her leave... Joice walked to the side of his bed and stared at his nude body for at least another minute, probably more like two. Why is she looking at me? Her staring made him very uncomfortable, so he continued to look at the television. He was just beginning to think that perhaps she came to have it out with him, when she began to take off her clothes, but her gaze never left her subject. Once she was as naked as he was, she climbed over him and lay beside him. Kyle turned off the television and began to passionately kiss her. Why he wanted this annoying woman so badly he would never know, but tonight he would do nothing short of devouring her. He kissed her everywhere and she let him. He turned her over on her stomach, pushed her legs up so that she was on her knees, and slid beneath her on his back. Within moments, Joice's body began to convulse. Kyle got behind her and gave her everything he held back before. She was breathless when she finally lay down. He allowed her to rest for five minutes before he put her leg on his shoulder and went for round two...

After round three, he and Joice fell asleep entangled in one another and he forgot to set his alarm. At some point through the night, she left. He must have been knocked out, because he never heard a sound. Kyle was thirty minutes late for a military conducted inspection the next morning and he would have to answer to his superiors, but for once, his mind was not on the job. He floated down Disney in a daze. Horns blew and people rushed by on both sides of the two-lane street; he barely noticed. Women greeted him and somebody offered him a ride, but he could not focus, nor did he want to be bothered with any of them. They were an unwelcome intrusion into his sweet reverie, which he was mentally savoring at the moment.

His phone vibrated with a text; Dane was inquiring as to his whereabouts. He shoved the phone back in his pocket, aware he was probably in trouble, but unable to care. Kyle Brewster was covered in Rejoice Battle and she was sticking to him like a gooey substance, adhering to his soul. Her soft moans played in his head like a personal love song, her groans melodic...He licked his lips, still tasting the sweetness of her... and when he inhaled, Ms. Battle's scent permeated his senses creating the illusion that she was nearby. It was so strong he turned around, expecting to find her walking up behind him. Now my mind is playing tricks on me. He recalled reading something about delusions that involved smells. They were called olfactory hallucinations or something like that. Whatever, he thought, as he smiled and sniffed the air again, hoping her sweet aroma would waft his way one more time. Get a grip, Brewster. Kyle was on the edge of his sanity since hooking up with Joice. His thoughts of her overwhelmed him and he tried, in vain, to sedate his imagination which was currently on a wild, kinky, joy ride. Everything about her oozed sensuality and hot sex... Kyle shivered. He could feel her lips on his ear, his neck... No one had ever kissed every single inch of his body so languidly. She had not missed one spot, her movements so slow it caused him pain. That velvet, red skin made him feel like he was caressing a warm, silk pillow. Well, she's already attacked my sense of hearing, taste, and smell. If I'm losing it, I may as well go all the way and add touch to my list. Biting her had required extra special care and no small amount of restraint. Kyle grinded his teeth, feeling her soft flesh between them, and his tongue rolled in his mouth in memory of his new, amorous friend. He pictured her face and relived the act of methodically kissing her forehead, her nose, her chin, and languishing in secret places... Her body encapsulated him. When he was inside her, he was no longer in Afghanistan. He was not even in this world. She took him to another realm, a place for just the two of them and while they were there, he owned her. If it was up to me, that sumptuous body would be beneath me in my bed right now, he mused, slightly aroused. Kyle was still walking slowly, pondering how he could possibly have anything left, when a group of Afghani workers practically ran past him, speaking loudly in their language. He forced himself back to the present and realized he was approaching the military entry control point. The sex-struck man laughed out loud as he turned and headed in the opposite direction. He had passed up his place of work a good way back.

The inspection was already underway when he arrived and based on the agitated look on his boss's face, he was definitely in hot water. Dane looked at him wide-eyed and shrugged. Kyle made a conscious effort to wipe the smile from his face and focus on what was being said, but it was futile. I'll take the write up. That was just damn good sex. Maybe it was because there was no talking, no pretense, and no game playing. Once she finally stopped staring at him and got in the bed, Kyle went straight for her. He didn't have to act like he wanted to watch a movie, or convince her that he cared about her, or lie to her about being the only one. Actually, it did not occur to him until later that morning while he was sitting at his desk eating cereal, that aside from moaning and groaning, he and Joice had not uttered one word to each other the entire time they were together last night.