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RAIN SETTLED INTO HIS HOUSE WITH WORRISOME SHE DIDN’T WANT TO SHOW. No one had ever unnerved her so much. Marcelo had gotten under her skin and deep inside her loins. She couldn’t shake the attraction if she tried. She kept reminding herself of his attitude and coy demeanor. She would be just as detached as he.
No matter how beautiful his home was. Her tiny little apartment couldn’t hold a candle to his home. All beige and black brick on the outside. The house stood tall and solid-hard-like the man himself. She itched to plant some small plants out in the front that would compliment the cool gray path that led to his front porch.
She would have to cut the grass and definitely plant some plants. Maybe she could plant some in the big backyard as well with its weeping willow and absent tire swing. Marcelo told her he had bought the house from a family.
He hadn’t bothered to get rid of the tire swing. Rain speculated that it was for deeper reasons than carelessness but had learned not to pry.
Marcelo was like a closed book with a lock and a missing key. He had been no less than cold and distant. He barely let her get close to him. She could see that the stretch exercises were helpful but the gods forbid that he admit it.
Rain had been given her key to his place at the acceptance of her contract. She chose to accept after meeting him. She could have backed out. Instead she agreed to take care of a pig headed man like him. She willing put herself in a situation where she had to deal with his aggressive character.
Rain had kept her bags at the door. Marcelo hadn’t come by for days. He was here for the first few days and then had taken off. He claimed he had traveling to do. Rain decided against traveling with him, which would have been just brutal.
It had been weeks since their exchanged at the O’ Malley’s. She hated the fact that he had broken her, and made her confess what she didn’t share with anyone, her emotions. She couldn’t help but gaze in appreciation at his house, once more in awe of it’s potential.
Although it wasn’t colorful, it wasn’t bland. The black and white was classic. The walls were graced with raw art, sensual strokes of color were painted on the different canvases,and hung above the beige and white furniture. The kitchen was an open concept and the counter wrapped around as part of the living room like a bar.
A stainless modern stove and refrigerator completed the look. Silk and cotton curtains covered the windows, and she adjusted the light to above dim. She had never seen such a beautiful home. Though it was indeed a little messy. Rain cringed spotting clothes hanging over the couch, discarded soda cans, and pizza boxes that laid carelessly on the living rooms glass table.
She rolled her shoulders. She started getting a tingly feeling up her spine and she shivered. She sensed him, his smell rough, and masculine reached her and intruded her nostrils. Then she heard the car door slam. She looked out the window with disdain and then worry when she saw him panting against the car.
It must have been hell to drive with his leg. He struggled with his bags and cursed loudly as pain washed over his face. Rain rushed out the house with concern and in an instant took the bag from his large hands.
Before she could voice her worries he turned to glare at her.
“What the hell are you doing?” he growled. What the hell was she doing? The look of concern died on her face. She had been so worried for him, but now she sensed his frustration, embarrassment and understood. He didn’t want to need anybody, but why did he have to be so utterly cruel about it?
“Taking your bag. I’m being paid to assist you.” She grudgingly moved towards the house with two of his bags in hand when he reached out, and grabbed her wrist. Heat moved through her body at his touch and she hoped he didn’t feel the acceleration of her pulse. She had to get a grip.
“You’re being paid, but to do the exercises not play bell hop,which is why I didn’t ask you too. Do you always intrude where you’re not needed Ms.Wikavaya?”
Her name rolled off his thick tongue and she wanted to crumble. He was an asshole, so why was her body betraying her? She was losing her mind to over six feet of sexuality.
“Are you always this prideful Mr. Gonzales.” She said his name just as sensually, and then turned to ignore his curses and take the bags into the house.
“Hey-“
Rain dropped the bags as he gathered her back, and hard against him as he fell against the car losing his balance. He tried to release her, but she held on grabbing his waist to steady them both. Rain leaned back against his gaziantep escort body, and her own shivered as she felt every inch of his hard body against hers.
She dared not look up into those hard cool gray eyes. They didn’t move as time seemed to stop. She felt his breath above her and coming out harshly. He tensed against her as he bent down his head.
Their eyes met and Rain felt herself leaning her lips up to his.
“You need to stay in your lane Rain. You’re stepping into dangerous territory. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”
His breath caressed her ear and it twitched in response, and he laid a kiss slash bite on her neck.
“I could say the same about you.”
She quickly turned away from him. She was angry that once again he had caught her off guard. Was she foolish enough to think that he would actually kiss her? And what did he mean dangerous territory?
WHAT WAS HE THINKING? Marcelo thought to himself as he grabbed the rest of his bags and eased his way into his house. He couldn’t help but want her. Her smooth skin was still on his lips. She tasted sweet, but he wanted so much more.
He had to stay away from her. This feeling was new to him. The instant attraction to her was confusing. He didn’t want to be close to anyone, but she was making that hard with her allure. Rain came back into the room and they faced each other.
Her eyes sought his and held them. Her small breasts rose and fell as she swallowed straining against her thin white t-shirt. Marcelo noticed that the t-shirt didn’t quite reach her belly button as her baggy green khakis hung low on her ample hips.
Damn she was gorgeous he thought as her long glossy black hair fell in front of her face swishing against her brown stomach. Her skin begged to be touched.
“Where have you been sleeping?” He coughed and got her attention.
“Out here I wasn’t sure if any of the bedrooms belong to someone else.” If he was going to be civilized then so was she.
Marcelo was starting to realize she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He grunted and helped her grab a few of her bags and she followed after him as he walked passed her.
He led her to the room right next to his. It was pretty in one simple but self explanatory word. The sheer pink curtains added a feminine quality to the room as sunlight flooded softly in. The charming oak wood dresser matched the desk that stood facing the wall next to the queen sized bed. The closet was big and spacious and looked to be cleared out for her.
The bed held a big black and white comforter and lots of pillows. She definitely didn’t want to get too comfortable. It seemed like heaven.
“I took one of my comforters and put it in here. I also had some people put some curtains in. It does rain sometimes and when the sunlight comes through it can be a bit much.”
His voice was deep, masculine, and held a bit of an accent to it.
He could be an Italian Mafia Don. She could see it with his impeccable body, rugged good looks, and deadly presence.
“It’s perfect. I really like pink. Thank you. For a long time I couldn’t even bring myself to buy a bed. The reservations-” Rain stopped herself as he only offered a raised eyebrow at her words.
She flushed with embarrassment as he laid her bags on the bed.
“So you lived on a reservation?” Marcelo was intrigued at the faraway look in her eyes when she mentioned it.
“Yes I did but that was a long time ago. I’ve moved on since then.” It was Rains turn to get cold and defensive.
“You sure about that? Your eyes betray you. They’re beautiful, and so expressive. If looks could kill I’d be a dead man.” Marcelo said and she laughed.
Her laughter heated his bones as her smile radiated her beauty. Rain’s laughter died on her lips as she saw the way he was looking at her. He turned to her and she backed into a corner of the room. She met his eyes and felt her pulse jump as they went dark.
“What are you trying to do to me?” He seemed to be asking himself more than her so she left his question unanswered. Suddenly his hands moved up and down her arms and she sighed.
“Marcelo I-“
She couldn’t finish as he crushed his mouth to hers. It was the pure fire, and she had expected nothing less from him. His mouth moved expertly over hers taking her under as she gasped for some control, and found none. Nothing but a fiery want to feel everything he had to offer her.
Rain put her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth closer.
Marcelo’s groan was deep and rough when his hands grabbed her bottom and pushed his pelvis against her. She felt the wetness between her legs as he made love to her mouth with his tongue. First diving into her, and then suddenly his mouth gentled over hers and he nipped and teased.
He explored her, and kissed her thoroughly like she had never been kissed before. She ached for his hands to be everywhere; never had she felt this way, and this passion. konya escort This was nothing like the puppy love she had with Jessie. He was all man and her needs were now all woman.
She itched to be on him, but didn’t push it. She felt his anger and his pain. It was a tainted taste and she wanted to suck it all away as their tongues touched, and she felt his inner strength and possessiveness.
Suddenly though it was all stripped away as he quickly released her as both of their breath was lost from the mind splitting kiss.
“Is this the dangerous territory you were talking about?” Rain said with the little breath he hadn’t taken away from her.
“Get settled, and stay out of my way Rain. I mean it.. ” He left the room with a scowl and she tried to breathe easy. At least she knew he would never offer her a look of sympathy or a pitying glance. His mind blowing kiss and scowl would do her just fine, for now.
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IT HAD BEEN FOUR WEEKS GOING ON FIVE THAT SHE HAD BEEN LIVING IN HIS HOUSE. Two weeks since he had kissed her senseless but not two weeks since they had kissed again. She would shiver every time she thought of his rough and big hands palming her ass and lifting her pelvis against him.
To the gods she wanted more, and it killed her as she tossed and turned at night as he invaded her dreams. In her dreams he kissed her like that again, but this time he touched her everywhere, and kissed her everywhere.
She let those thoughts stay where they belonged, in her dreams. She had learned more about him lately. He had been less cold to her and actually had a sense of humor. They watched a couple of scary movies together, which he loved. She tried not to scream when they watched a movie called The Strangers.
He thought it funny afterward to come to her room at night with a sack on his head.
“Ahhhh Marcelo!” She had screamed for him and was deeply ashamed and then furious when he took the sack off and hit the floor laughing. Tears were in his eyes but his smile was deadly. He had the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. It showed dimples she didn’t realize he had and made want roll in her stomach.
“I’m sorry-I’m-s-ssorry-Oh my god! That was funny.” He wiped a tear from his eye and hugged her in the good humor of the moment. She felt warm all over.
“This is what it takes to make you smile, me almost peeing my pants.” She scolded him but in spite of herself she smiled. He had gotten her pretty good.
“Apparently.” He laid down on the floor, and her eyes skimmed over his bare chest. His body was perfection. He possessed a plane of hard abs and strongly sculpted muscle.
“Cruel, now leave me. You’ve had your scare.” Then she smiled and had a second thought.
“Wait now I need mine.” She jumped off the bed and straddled him. She caught him off guard and his eyes lighted up and then clouded with darkness that she now understood as desire.
“Rain.” He groaned her name as she shuffled against him getting comfortable.
“You’re so mean to me. I think I need payback.” She moaned as she rubbed her pelvis against him and bit her lip as he grew against her. Her eyes widened, he couldn’t be that large. Yet she felt the thickness of him.
She then pressed her lips to his exploring his mouth as he did hers. He tasted incredible and unattainable. His mouth was a rich field ready to be worked and she basked in his growth.
Then he had a wince of pain in his leg and she slid off of him, already apologetic.
“I’m sorry Marcelo I forgot-I.”
Stop it! I don’t need your damn sympathy.” She felt rejected as he pushed away her comforting hand.
“I had a feeling you would become an ass again.” She quickly climbed off him and turned away.
“Well old habits die hard.” He limped off the floor and out of the room and she cursed him and herself. After that incident she avoided him as he did her. Added to his cold shoulder was the fact that he wouldn’t let her do a damn thing.
Every time she offered to clean he would dismiss her notions. He was as stubborn as he was good looking. She was getting tired of avoiding him. She rarely left her room unless they were doing a workout, which his doctor had recommended for him every day.
Most would say she was lucky, but she felt like crap. She had so much she wanted to learn and do, but he wouldn’t let her get close enough to him. She had decided that enough was enough. She woke up early and waited until he left for his personal workout to get started.
She cleaned the house from top to bottom. She pulled out a mix tape and put it in the stereo in the living room and turned it up and let it blast through the house. She scrubbed the windows and vacuumed the floor. She waxed the tables and mopped the tile and wooden floors as well.
She blushed when she cleaned his bathroom picking up his underwear and putting it in the laundry basket. The scent of him overwhelmed her. It was like it set off an almost animal instinct kayseri escort in her.
She wanted him so bad. She wanted to feel the anger and the brokenness that she was sure mirrored her own. She made his bed and arranged his room neatly. She tried not to cringe as his phone book sat open on the dresser, female contacts listed almost simultaneously in a row. That was no surprise, but she couldn’t help shake an edge of jealousy.
She finished cleaning and collapsed on the couch. She knew that after he worked out in the morning on Fridays he stayed out for the whole day. He ran his little errands,ones that he had no business running but would die before he would let her do it.
He was apparently still living off the money of the army, which he had saved and they would issue him money every month since he had been let go. She frowned at how that must have made him feel. To be let go from something you had been doing most of your life. Maybe that gave insight to his anger, underneath it was pain and a sense of betrayal and she knew all about that.
Maybe if he could talk to her about it. She laughed at the thought, and let herself take a little nap. She woke up a few hours later and breathed easy.
She decided to take a long awaited shower. Afterward to hop out still thinking of him. As she dried her body and rubbed lotion over herself she thought of his touch. She didn’t know why but she put on a nice red pair of panties and a bra.
There was nothing wrong with wanting to look nice after a good shower. She told herself this as she chose a white silk and sheer tube top, showing off her elegant shoulders. She almost backed out on wearing her tiny white short shorts with the beige buttons on the side. Then she decided she would.
They barely touched her upper thigh. She tried to breathe easy as she imagined his hands running up her lengthy legs and to her thighs. She shivered and a smile touched her pink mouth. She was good looking. Her light brown skin was clear and soft, her hair was long without tangle and her eyes were small and insightful. She sprayed some spicy perfume over her in a mist and clipped some little turquoise studs in her ear with a matching choker. She wore a silvery bracelet on her wrist.
Why was she doing this to herself? He would probably laugh in her face. He probably didn’t find her the least bit attractive. She blow dried her hair, and decided to wrap it up in a bun. She starred in the mirror and felt foolish. As if he would notice her
It was all lust she told herself, but decided she would try to make a nice dinner anyway. Maybe if she showed a softer side he might bend to her. This is what is was all about, she assured the mirror. It was about getting to know him, not seducing him.
Yeah right
“Thank the gods,” She said. He wasn’t home. She had time to make dinner. She raided his fridge and decided on catfish and pasta. She boiled the pasta as she fried the fish. On the reservation cooking was another skill of survival, so it was to be perfected.
She fried the catfish expertly and spread sauce over the boiled squared pasta and saunter it with a little red wine. She baked some bread and cut it up and spread garlic over it. She hurried up and sat the table as she heard the car door slam.
“Merda!” MARCELLO CURSED IN HIS NATIVE TONGUE HIS ACCENT THICK WITH ANGER. Why the fuck would he want to go to a ceremony to receive a ribbon? He wasn’t a fucking success story, he was a failure. As far as he was concerned that was the root of it.
He had come out alive, but at what cost. He had no family, like Connor, to come home to, to stress and worry over him. He didn’t want to limp to the stage and have people gawk at his failure and pass pity upon him.
The few, the proud and the brave were the few for a reason. It took guts to be able to stand with the ignorance and the glory they pass upon you for being in service. Then when you’re out the carelessness with which they treat your feelings.
Along with that came cold nights, fatal blows, and losses. Lost ones faded across the mind and burned the memory like a repetitive scripture. Even the most bland atheists would see things to which would beckon them to call upon the mercy of god.
It was a nasty game, the act of war. It was all about will and no second thoughts. Doubt in war would surely get you killed. He could remember not blinking for hours, as he scoped for the enemy. Those who didn’t smoke would soon have the urge for tobacco on the tip of a scorn tongue soon enough.
“They need to hear something inspiring.” The man said –the one he had met with about finalizing his leave from the army. It had been the final slap to his face, and the final punch to his ego. They were officially casting him aside, and then they wanted him to go and talk about his life and what he had to endure.
He had barely come to terms with it himself. He had too many things to think about and on top of that Rain as well. She had probed at his thoughts and invaded them daily and nightly. On two occasions he had meshed with her.
Her tempting mouth was always moist and hot for him and he loved it. She had been at his house for a month or so now. He had tried to be nice to her and they had shared a few nights together watching TV and being in each others company. Then it got all fucked up.
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