Reverence

Chapter 8

I unleashed a new beast tonight. A beast I had never come across. Ray, giving me a genuine laugh. A laugh I never thought I would ever hear in my life. It was something she needed. "I never realized how funny you are." She would repeatedly tell me. "See, you just needed to get out of seclusion." She took a sip of her water and said, "Well, when your life is on the line, that's how you have to live." I interlocked my fingers and leaned forward, "You won't have to, with me." She looked at me with confusion, "What?" She giggled. "I mean..." I was in a shitty situation. "You won't have to be secluded when you're with me. Because...I'm a celebrity. Paparazzi everywhere, no one is going to kill you out in the open like that." I eventually say. She nodded her head, understanding what I was saying.

"So let's get serious." I say. "If you weren't...doing the job you got out of, what do you think you'd be doing?" I asked her. She smiled, but then it faded. "I don't know. I mean I have savings that can last me a lifetime. I'm a millionaire, but from the wrong reasons. I want to keep working. Maybe become a writer or even a journalist. Tell my story, and how I got in and out of it." She became excited. "I would definitely love to read that book, if you decided to write it." I say. "I'd be most excited to talk about you in it." Her eyes glistened under the light. "That's very sweet of you."
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We enter back into the hotel suite, full from our evening dinner. "Bruno, can you undo this button for me in the back? I can't reach it." Ray laughed in embarrassment. "No problem." I unbutton the button and unzipped the small piece of her top. Slowly, I seen her exposed back and bra. I couldn't possibly look at her this way. It's not right.

"Thank you." She said. "You know, you're hands are really soft." She said grabbing my hand. "These hands aren't meant to harm nor kill." She rubbed the palm, "These were created to love. To care and protect. What a blessing." Her hand slipped from mine, but I gripped hers tighter. "What is it?" She asked.

"Remember when I said, I stayed because I knew I had a purpose, but didn't know what it was?" Her eyes were glossy, like a fresh pearl from the sea. "I know what it is now." I say. "What is your purpose, Bruno?" She whispered.

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There was silence, and it was like we were speaking, but mentally. I stroked her cheek, and she curled into it. "To protect you." Her eyes were closed, and the warmth of her cheek was so comforting, but I had to think about what I was doing. I couldn't tell if what I was doing was merely inappropriate. She put her hand on mine.

"You already are." She whispered. "...Protecting me from self destruction." We entered this state of euphoria, and that's when I felt her tender lips on mine. I couldn't tell if she kissed me or if I kissed her. It was different. It was soothing. "Hold me." She whispered in between kisses. Gently, I pulled her waist to mine, and I twirled my fingers into her hair.

Was THIS my purpose?

Her arms rested on my shoulders, and this was so comforting to me. She turned towards the bed, and sat down, giving me access to lay on top of her. She removed her top first, and the first thing I noticed was the patched up gunshot wound on her breast. I was so hesitant to touch her, but she wasn't for me. She pulled my shirt over my head, and ran her finger nails up and down my exposed chest. I leaned over, kissing her again.

I pulled her pants and underwear off of her hips. We were too far in, to stop now. I kissed her neck, around her wounded breast, hoping my kisses would send healing, working my way down her belly, and inner thighs. Her breathing was accelerating. I kissed her head, and in between her lips. Her back arching, and her legs tensed up. "Oh my God." She gasped. Getting a taste of her. She tasted so sweet and satisfying. Sweeter than ice cream on a sunny day. As I continued to get a taste, I unbuckled my pants, because not only did she taste good, I wanted to feel her. All of her.

Coming back to her mouth, kissing her, tongue in tongue, I lied on top of her, and before penetration, I asked, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Oh her eyes, how they sent me to another dimension, taking me out of this world we live in. "Yes." She whispered. "I want it. I want you."

I then slowly penetrated her, and thrusting in and out of this paradise I never knew. Her moans just made me want her even more. I wanted every piece of her. "Harder, baby." She softly said to me, looking straight in the eyes. Each thrust gained strength, and something soft and gentle, converted to something more rough and fast paced. "Oh B!" She exclaimed. "Say my name." I say in between thrusts. "Br-" She was coming close to orgasm, I could tell by the tenseness of her body. "Say my name." I repeat. "Fuck! Bryan!" She held me close as she orgasmed, but I lost all sense of arousal. I didn't know what to say or even how to react. I had been taken for a fool. A damned fool.

I got off of her and sat on the edge of the bed. She crawled over, and kissed my shoulders, "I never thought we'd do that." I scoffed. "Is everything okay?" She asked. I put my boxers back on and said, "Is everything okay? Are you fucking serious? Do you know what you just said while I was fucking you? Bryan! I'm sorry I'm not him, and you know what, this was a mistake. It was a terrible fucking mistake. And don't think I didn't notice you snuggling up on me on the plane. What? Did you think I was Brian then too?" She stood there in shock, unable to speak. "What the fuck do you want from me, Ray?" She covered herself with the thin sheet. "I can't even explain." She said. Tears were forming in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "I had been celibate since Bryan died. Yes, it's been a year, but I haven't had a man look at me the way you do since him. For a man, to know my history, and to still be willing to stick around, and help me. So I'm sorry, if I said my dead husbands name. But laying here with you, I don't regret it. He'd want me to move, and that's what the fuck I'm doing. You don't know what this is like, Bruno!" She mocked my name. "So fuck you. Fuck you!" She threw a pillow at me. She put her bra and panties on to stand before me.

"What are you waiting for?! Get the fuck out!" She pushed me. "You think I'm playing a fucking game with you? I don't have time to play games, god dammit!" She yelled at me. "I'm not leaving." I said calmly. "No! I said get out!" I grabbed her by her arm, and pushed her against the wall. "Ahh, big tough guy, aye? What now? You gonna hit me?" She believed she was provoking me. "These hands were made to love and protect and care for. Not made for harm." I whispered. "I'm sorry." I said her. I let her go, the look she gave me, perhaps I should be worried about her. "You're fucking unbelievable. She swung her hair at me, and locked herself in the bathroom.