Revolving Doors (29 page)

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En route to the dance school where we would join the rest of the dancers, get dressed and have our hair styled, my thoughts kept finding their way back to Ken.

Had he spoken to Valentina? Would I have her to contend with upon my return to the resort? Would I see him with another hostess? If so, how hard would that be?

The questions were running rampant in my mind, slamming into each other and multiplying with more questions as they did so.

If it did turn out that Ken had gone to Valentina, she wouldn’t be angry with me, but she would want answers that I wasn’t prepared to provide just yet. If by chance he did happen to talk to her, she might already have the answers. Whatever the case, I wasn’t looking forward to it.

“I get it now! Natalia blurted out, interrupting my thoughts. “This doesn’t have anything to do with your guy…you’re
nervous
!”

Why she was still playing private investigator was beyond my realm of understanding, but it made me snap out of the mental state I was in. I didn’t belong
there
, and especially not on the day of Carnival!

Slump, be gone!

“Nervous about what, Talia?” I asked smiling for the first time since we left the resort. “Tell me, please so I can know too!”

“The performance, of course! I understand. We haven’t participated in Carnival in a while, so it’s only natural.
But
…we all marveled at how on point you were with minimal practice, so I don’t think you should worry at all. They’ll love us the same as they always have,” she bragged.

Little did she know, I wasn’t the least bit nervous. I rocked it and I was too excited to give anything less than an astounding performance.

Even though I only had video of the routine to watch at home, I managed to master the entire dance routine on my own, and in addition to everything else I had going on before I left the States.

I was ready.

When we arrived at the studio, the joy and excitement in the air instantly calmed me and the negative mind jingles were immediately forgotten.

My sole focus became giving the best performance I could give.

“Gabriella!” I heard someone yell. I turned around to see Otto, our videographer, headed my way. “Eu não te vi em muito tempo! Você está linda!”

“Obrigada! Eu perdi você, Otto!”

Even with a few years in between then and the last time I saw the group, the love was still the same.

What a beautiful feeling.

CHAPTER 53

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I thought I would cry! I wanted to. Carnival always had an
unmatched magic and I was there in the midst of it!

I decided right then and there, that I needed to reclaim my space and not solely make my trips to
Brazil about Paraiso Belo. I needed to get back into the magic of Carnival as well.

As the procession started and we danced by the crowd, cameras flashed and people cheered and the music blared. 

There was happiness and genuine love for the show that we delivered. It was awesome hearing our names called out at different times, from kids and adults alike, as we moved through the streets. They knew us! It was euphoric and the perfect place for the exhibitionist in me.

All the people were beautiful. Life was being born with each sway of our hips, with each beat of a drum, with all the cheering. There was singing and love everywhere!

Nothing compared to the rush I got from dancing in Carnival. We danced in perfect unison.

We chose three colors this year, with like designs in bright orange, turquoise and iridescent white. After countless email exchanges and Skype conference meetings, in the end the design team did an amazing job.

There really wasn’t much that could create a shock factor at Carnival because each team brought their A-game in style, but what sense would it make to not have tried, right?

Ostrich feather headdresses sitting two feet above our heads, beaded dance bikinis, heeled samba sandals and Pegasus wings. While competition was not the sole focal point of what Carnival was all about, our costumes, in my opinion, were among the best.

It didn’t hurt that we had some of the prettiest girls. It was no wonder the team made front-page news each year.

I couldn’t wait to get the images from Otto so that I could have them mounted and framed for my mom and my home offices, when I returned home.

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As exhilarating as it was, dancing for miles and hours was exhausting! It provided enough of a workout for the next week!

Near the end, I already had dreams of soaking in a whirlpool of hot bubbles.

At the end of the procession we were greeted by lots of our adoring fans. We hugged, kissed, talked and even signed a few tee shirts…and even some body parts, before heading out.

A lot of the team members were going to get changed and hang into the morning hours, but Natalia and I both agreed that we were ready to get back to the resort.

While Natalia talked about joining Carter for the evening, another night of shuteye was on the agenda for me. 

When I left, Ken and I were on non-speaking terms so I didn’t plan to see him even though I would’ve been completely open to the idea of a penis invasion, before entering the twilight zone. 

Out of curiosity, I stopped by the front desk. I needed to confirm that Ken was still on the premises. He was there, just not in any hurry to come to me or summon me to him.

Further proof was the fact that there were no messages from him or signs that he had even been in my suite, so I assumed he would ride his attitude all the way to the end.

Oh well
, it was his money being wasted. Hopefully, he didn’t think there’d be a refund. We didn’t do those at Paraiso Belo, thank you very much.

Thankfully, I was too tired to submit to thoughts of what Ken
ny was thinking or what his next move was.

I hopped in a shower of steamy downpour and felt my muscles begin to relax. After lathering and rinsing, I moved to the whirlpool jet and turned it up to the highest level so that I could feel the bubbles caress my body.

I laid my head back against the border, closed my eyes and sunk into a comfortable position where I stayed until I could feel no traces of aches in my limbs.

When I emerged from the tub, it felt as though I was walking on air. I was more relaxed than I had been in a long time, and it was exhilarating. I felt as though I had a cleansing of mind, body, and spirit. 

I threw on a pair of shorts and a tee and ran downstairs to indulge in some of Chef’s black beans, rice, coxinha and a fruit plate. 

Secretly hoping to see Ken
ny, I casually scanned the lounge. Shockingly, there weren’t that many couples around. Who could blame them? They were in paradise with all the eye candy and sex they could handle…many times over again. 

We should all be so lucky.

With no signs of him, for the second time that day, I took my meal to my room.

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I managed to eat some of my food, but not all. I wasn’t as hungry as I thought. When I first went downstairs, my appetite was somewhere on the scale of famished and I ordered my food accordingly.

It didn’t take me long to figure out that my eyes were operating on a different monitor than my stomach and I was forced to put my food to the side.

I had assumed I was too exhausted to allow thoughts of Kenny into my head, but they infiltrated anyway. I wasn’t emotionally strong enough to win the battle.

I thought about how for the first time since I began making my trips to Paraiso Belo, I was alone. That wasn’t how it was supposed to be. The whole purpose of my trips was to be engulfed in the thick of the thrill – yet the thrill was missing.

I decided that the next morning, I would go to Valentina to tell her the Kenny and Gabriella story and how it found its way to her resort – a decade later. I would also see what options she had for me. Perhaps there was a short timer I could finish out my time with…or not.

Maybe I could get a communication to Victor.

I had no intentions on sitting and sulking and waiting for Kenny to come to his senses, when all that had happened was his fault in the first place.

I couldn’t believe that the very person who led me to Paraiso Belo in the first place, had invaded my territory and once again managed to disrupt life as I knew it. Thankfully, it had nowhere near the impact it once did. 

Reaching in the drawer, with thoughts of bringing a victorious finale to the evening, I retrieved my purple travelling companion and pleasured myself to a sweet orgasm.

Damn you, Kenny!

As good as it felt to relieve some of the sexual tension I was feeling, it was his touch I yearned for. I knew that was bad. I also knew that the sooner my feelings were in check, the better.

A little past midnight, my head became one with the pillow and soon after, all thoughts of the previous day were quickly put to rest. 

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Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, the sheets softly slid from my bareness.

The surprise was familiar. I’d been there before.

He’s here.

My nipples came alive as a Brazilian summer breeze blew through my balcony doors, hitting my body in the places left exposed.

I was on my side clutching one of the satin pillows that adorned my bed. Kenny gently turned me onto my back. I remained quiet and in compliance with his touches. A soft gasp escaped my lips. Eyes closed but no longer asleep, the increased breathing was unavoidable. 

The breeze quickly became a memory, leaving behind the scent of lavender from the tree just outside the window. Ken started at my feet and worked his way north, kissing with each movement. He took his time and there was something different in the way he handled me.

I liked it.

It was Ken of old; careful to make the moment last. I wanted to yell, “
Yes
!
Apology accepted
!”

I felt the warmth of his breath as he continued to an awaiting area.
She
, the awaiting area, always knew when
he
was near.

Some things never changed.

Blood rushed to
her
.  Together, they spoke a language all their own. His face descended upon
her
…lips met. The throbbing was relentless, producing moisture that assured him and I was eager, ready for all he had to offer.

My back arched in anticipation.

“
Tasty
…” he whispered.

His tongue slid in and out of my juices, sucking as though he was enjoying his favorite Popsicle in a race against the sun.

Moans of ecstasy grew louder with each intermittent torso spasm. I did all I could to prolong the climax as my clitoris was held captive between his soft lips, massaged with slow, steady suckles.

His finger masterfully glided across escaping juices and suddenly, I was ambushed with sensation from my entire body. “
Ahhhh
…
Baby
!
Ahhhh
!”

I thought I would be spent, yet found myself wanting more. I rose onto all fours.

“Fuck me, Kenny. Put your dick in me,
hard
. I want all of you.”

Assuming position, he took his already erect manhood and pushed into my pussy hole. “
Fuck me hard, baby
!” I ordered him.

Parting my mountain tops with careful hands, he pushed himself in deeper. The skin to skin contact drove me crazy. Feeling his rod navigate my pussy was amazing.

Gone were the young boy’s moves of the past, and in their place, the grown man’s skillful maneuverings.

He had no idea how turned on, turned
up
I was by him coming to my room and laying claim to the pussy. No idea. When I gave him my room key I was hoping he would use it sooner than later.

His pace quickened. My hips gyrated, grinding my ass against him as close as possible to allow him deep inside. The movement caused a beautiful reaction.  

“
You…Feel…So. Goooood
!” he moaned.

I reached between my legs to massage the twin jewels and he lost control, pounding with a painful pleasure.

Convulsions took over, my muscles contracted as my cove vibrated with pleasure against the nine-plus inches resting inside. 

Ken exploded, still holding himself in place. As his breath began to steady he whispered, “
I love you
.”

Did he just say that…he loves me
?
Did he mean to say that
?

He withdrew his penis from inside, caressed my back and placed soft kisses along the same trail.

“Lay down with me, Gabriella.”

Not knowing what to say, and still in disbelief from hearing him profess his love, I obliged, and with a nervous energy, began talking before he could speak.

“That was a nice surprise, Kenny…a
very
nice surprise. I didn’t know when I would have the pleasure of you again…
if
ever again.”

“
One thing is very clear –
they
still
have an undeniable connection. A relationship all their own.”

“I agree…”