Kevin strode through the suite directly into the bedroom.
He dropped her on the bed while she was still thrashing.
He turned, stalked out, and slammed the bedroom door
shut without saying a word.
He needed a drink to settle his nerves and to clear
is head. He grabbed a glass, jerked the freezer door
open, and jammed ice into the glass. Walking to the
bar he grabbed a bottle of something, filling the
entire glass with the amber liquid.
Picking the glass up, he studied it, and threw its
contents to the back of his throat, coughing a little
as it burned on the way down. He refilled the glass
twice more before setting it in the sink.
What do I do, he thought. I want her, she wants me,
but something is in the way. I saw her panic at the
venue. I have wanted her for so long, all the words,
all the chapters.
Something inside him told him that what he was about
to do was the right thing. It went against every
fiber of his moral being and the way he was raised.
But it still was the right thing to do for some unknown
reason. He had decided downstairs that she was his
and now he was going to make sure she understood that
too. He turned and headed back to the bedroom door.
Bron sat on the bed with her knees bent and her boots
tucked under her. She was resting her head on her
knees rocking back and forth. I don't know what to
do. I am so tired of trying to stay one step ahead
of everyone else. What ever happens so be it, she
heard herself say.
She heard the knob turn. The hair on the back of
her neck stood up.
He walked in and sat in the chair watching her and
she him. He bent down, pulled his boots and socks
off, he pushed them aside never taking his eyes off
her. He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt.
He saw that she flinched slightly as he finished.
The shirt was tossed to the back of the chair. Reaching
for the button on his jeans he undid the button and
his zipper as her eyes widened. Watching her eyes
continuously as he started to drag his jeans and boxers
down over his hips, she dropped her head to her knees
and started rocking again.
Walking to the bed he knelt down in front of her.
Gently touching her hand he spoke softly, "Come on,
"No," she whispered to him.
"Why?" he asked her gently.
"It's not right," she replied to him.
"What's not right? It could be special. We
already know each other, you know that."
"I don't think so," came an angry reply as her head
came up and then went back to her knees.
Getting up he sat down next to her and simply stated,
"You won't know unless you try, it's not like you
haven't thought of how it would be between us."
With all the courage she could collect she lifted
her head up and glared at him. "Get away from me,"
she hissed. She lowered her head back down on her
Kevin stood up; his body was full of anger and desire.
He had wanted this for so long. Somehow he knew this
was meant to be, she needed to understand this. He
thought about everything Mc had said.
"You wouldn't be here if Mc didn't want this to happen
too," he spoke quietly.
"Fuck you and Mc, get in the right century," she said
with her head still on her knees.
He turned back towards her, bent down, and placed
his hands solidly on the mattress, one on each side
of her feet.
She picked her head up, silently
questioning him, she was afraid to take her eyes
off his face. "Fine then I guess I will do this the
hard way," he said. She gasped as he jerked her foot
from underneath her, removed her boot, and then proceeded
to do the same all over again to the other one.
She started to roll away and he pounced on her. "Stop
it!" she begged. He didn't answer her as he started
dragging the shirt off of her back along with her
The more she fought the angrier he got. Grabbing
the top of her jeans he undid the button and zipper.
Picking her up off the mattress in a few swift movements
the jeans were sent flying across the room. He set
her back down on the bed.
Bron tried to cover herself as she sat there in her
panties but he jerked her arms to her sides. The
tears started to roll down her face and he felt pressure
in his chest. He gazed at her body for a moment,
never speaking. This is wrong but it’s right, he
said in his head.
He raised his eyes to hers. The anger was starting
to surface again. He had to beat the anger before
it controlled her, he knew her too well. Bron ran
He reached down towards her hips and started tugging
on her panties. She started to roll away again; he
tightened his grip as her underwear joined the rest
of her clothes on the floor. Bron brought her knees
to her chest as he kneeled in front of her on the
Looking at her again he loosened his grip slightly
and started to speak in halted breaths. "I want to
do this right so stop fighting me, I don't want to
hurt you. I don't want it to be this way the first
time between us, I want it to be special," as he lowered
his head. Knowing that what he planned could hurt
her if she wasn’t ready or relaxed. She wasn’t either
at this point.
"Then stop this now," she pleaded, "If you want me
to stop writing I will, that's the point of this."
Kevin's head snapped up, it was blatant
refusal to accept him. "You don't get it do you?
You just don't get it," he said in an angry
He slammed her back into the mattress
so hard she felt her brain slosh to the front of her
head. Before she could recover he had already forced
her knees apart; took his position and began probing
for the one spot he had desired for many months and
so many chapters.
Lowering his head he began to kiss her deeply and
stroking her body. He felt her tension ease and he
slammed into her in one thrust. She screamed into
his mouth and started clawing at him. Quickly he
grabbed her hands in one of his, but stilled his body.
Damn I hurt her, I didn’t want to, he said to himself.
Pausing he returned to her mouth kissing her lightly.
Whispering on her lips, "I'm sorry darlin', I'm so
sorry...I didn't want to hurt you." He started moving
slowly inside of her keeping his trusts even and slow,
waiting for her to respond to him. Her body reacted
naturally to the sensation of him inside of her and
her legs wrapped around his waist, even though she
was still fighting him in her head.
He looked at her eyes, for they were a road map to
her emotions, thoughts, and soul. Her eyes were clamped
shut. "Darlin, look at me?" he asked tenderly. She
refused to open them. He dropped her hands and cupped
her face in his hand supporting himself with the other
one. "Bron, look at me please?" he asked desperately,
"Bron please, I have to see what's going on with you."
She refused him again.
He couldn't take much more his body was racked and
he was headed for his release.
"Dammit open your eyes now!" he growled at her. Her
eyes flew open and he stared at them. They weren't
black with anger or that rich sable color he had grown
accustom to seeing over the past two days. They were
hard like stone and cold like ice, reflecting only
Suddenly it dawned at him, that odd chapter ran through
his mind. The contempt wasn’t for him. "Don't go
there darlin... I'm not him... I'm not on paper either...
It's me... I'm right here... Please don't go there
baby!" he begged her, maintaining his pace.
She turned her head away, paused, and then turned
back to him. She gazed at those lovely green eyes,
it's okay, she said to herself.
Her eyes were warming and he could
see it. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're
back," he whispered to her. She whispered something
on his neck that was almost inaudible to him because
his heart was pounding in his ears. She said it again,
he heard it, "Thank you."
His thrusts came swift and hard as she matched his
rhythm and they reached the ultimate peak together.
He collapsed on top of her crying her name out. He
lay there still inside of her wondering what had taken
him so long for him to wake up and see it. This is
what had been the one thing he couldn’t figure out.
Rolling off of her, he scooped her up, he then settled
her next to him. She laid her head on his chest and
let out a contented sigh. Waiting until her breaths
came in a low and steady pattern he quietly got out
of bed. Covering her up he watched her curl into
a ball and he smiled.
He walked across the room, grabbed a pair of sweats
from the pile and walked out, quietly shutting the
Slipping into the sweats, he plopped on the couch
and grabbed the remote. There would be no sleep for
him tonight. Too many questions about the mystery
girl sleeping in his bed, no, not a girl he thought
that's a woman in my bed and I like her.
Kevin was still gazing at the television; it was 2:30
in the morning. A soft knock was heard at his door.
He got up and opened the door. Before him stood two
men with a duffel bag.
"Busy Kev?" they laughed.
Kevin whispered, "Sssh, she's sleeping."
The gentlemen were literally shocked. They figured
he would be lying on the floor bleeding by now.
"We need to talk," Mc stated, very satisfied at the
choice he had made early, he thought.
"Now!" Kevin answered, as he questioned the mans'
sanity inside his head.
"Yes, Now," as they both came through the door. The
duffel was placed by the closed bedroom door.
"Fine, but keep it down," was his agitated reply.
Kevin settled on the couch, "Ok wassup?"
"I will tell you all of it, I know that you'll have
questions but please save them for the end," Mc stated
and looked at Kevin.
Kevin nodded in agreement. Only
one thought crossed his mind, he needed more information.
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