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Authors: Vera West

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Of course,” replied the
teenager.

I scanned the listing. Then I realized I
wouldn’t recognize any of them anyway.


Whatever is playing
closest to now, we’ll take two tickets for that.”


That would be: Lady
Chatterley’s Lover.”


What’s it about?” Sariah
asked from beside me.


My guess would be Lady
Chatterley’s lover,” the ticket-clerk reasoned sarcastically. “It’s
some outdated adaptation of an old British novel. The theatre picks
a different one to feature all month long.”

I remembered that novel. I remembered it
well, one of my favorites.

We walked inside and smell of fresh popcorn
and butter pricked my ears. I almost felt like I belonged here
again, like I was home. We ordered some popcorn and I led Sariah to
back row of our theatre.


Do you remember going to
the movies?” I asked Sariah.


No, not
really.”


It’s romantic,” I told
her as I pulled her to me and curled my arm around her
waist.

We sat down and I immediately put my feet on
the seat ahead of me, winking at Sariah as I got comfortable. I
took the popcorn and she attempted to follow suit. She wriggled
down low into the seat and stretched her legs out—barely
reaching.

I didn’t mean to but I cackled.

Don’t,
she thought sharply.
I’m an average
height for a woman. These chairs are just—spread out.

Don’t pout,
I begged teasingly.

With one hand I held the popcorn and with
the other I leaned over and rolled her legs onto my lap over the
arm rest. She scooted back up to a normal height.


Popcorn please,” Sariah
commanded, trying to fake annoyance and then she begun to chew—it
was a ferociously loud crackling snarl of
crunching—endlessly.

I must have been glaring and not eating
anything myself because she turned to me and asked, “Don’t you like
popcorn?”


Not as much as you,” I
muttered praying for the movie to start and the massacre of kernels
to end.


It’s delicious,” she
added with a few ghastly licks of her fingers. “My hands are all
buttery though.”


I wonder why,” I mumbled
as I took the bucket from her and hoarded it in my lap.


I was done anyway. I’ve
got to go wash my hands, I’ll be back.”

I’d only eaten a little bit of the popcorn
by the time she came back but for some reason it wasn’t like how I
remembered. It was making me incredible thirsty and oddly
enough—horny. I had set the bucket in the seat beside me. The
lights had just dimmed and the movie was just starting when Sariah
moved down the aisle past me towards her seat where she’d left her
jacket, but she stopped at my lap and planted a deliciously
coquette move on me.

There was a bit of club music playing for
the preview that was showing and as she past me she stopped at my
seat and did a little cascading roll of her hips right into my lap.
She stirred me up with her ass like a spoon in a stewing pot. I ate
it up. Facing away from me she swayed to the music as she charmed
me. Watching her dance combined with the light pressure of her rear
grazing over my crotch was disarming me.

Her hair was down and swaying teasingly in
front of me. I reached up grabbing a handful of it and gave it a
little tug. She came down harder than I expected in to my lap. I
kept my hold, keeping her in place as I bit her neck playfully. She
moaned under her breath and I was thankful for my night vision. She
looked amazingly ripe perched on my lap with her eyes closed and a
smile pulling back her full lips.

Did you do this as a
teenager?
She thought to me.

Every Friday night,
I teased.

Explains why you’re so good at it.

Good at what?
I asked as I snuck a hand under her shirt and
beneath the cup of her bra and drew circles over the disc of her
breast.

She begun moving her hips on me again and I
had to cough out a moan. She was meeting me tit-for-tat. Raising my
wager, challenging my heat and pushing it right back.

I had no idea when the movie had started but
it didn’t matter.

Should we go?

We could stay,
Sariah velvety voice offered in my
head.

Daring.

Use those cheetah eyes and tell me if anyone
is nearby.

I looked. The theatre was almost entirely
empty.

You’ll have to be
quiet,
I told her.

You’ll have to be
quiet,
she chided me.

I loved her confidence. I pulled her firmly
back into me kissing her neck.


Let’s play then,” I
breathed into her ear sucked and bit at her lobe. “Do exactly what
I tell you too.”

Alright,
she thought.

Even thought she was thinking to me, I
wanted her to feel my voice against her skin right through when I
push her over the edge of her own reserve.


Put your hands on the arm
rests and don’t move them. If you move them I’ll stop.”

She did, and I began.

I started where I knew she was comfortable.
With both hands I cradled her breasts rubbing her nipples hard in
unison. She stirred against me.


Don’t move,” I warned
her.


We only agreed on my
hands,” she whispered back. “Fight the urge,” I told and then I
pinched both hard garnets between my fingers.

She bucked like I knew she would and I
chastised her, “Do you want me to stop?”

I always underestimate you.

I kissed her temple and
she leaned into my lips. I rubbed her nipples—a half apology for my
aggressive treatment of them—before sliding my hands down her
smooth torso, passed her stomach to the button of her pants. I felt
her body tense and her energy flair. We were both ready but this
wasn’t for me, this was for
her.
I wanted her to feel as I saw her,
beautiful.

I undid her pants opening them up as wide as
I could. She in the dark I could see her hands grasping the sides
of the chair tightly but she wasn’t moving them. I grinned.


Lean your head back on my
shoulder,” I commanded.

I leaned back with her and the chair
squeaked a little as it reclined. I spread one hand over her
stomach steading her and the other, descended down to her. As soon
as I touched her I moaned.


Sariah,” I hummed in her
ear.

She was the only woman who could turn me on
to an almost to an unbearable point just by me knowing she was
aroused, just be her own response to me. Giving her pleasure was
enough to get my own. I hungrily stroked her slickness.


I’ll always want you,” I
confessed. “I’ll always need you.”

I never meant to take it to such an
emotional overloading place but Sariah had a way of making me be
honest even when I wasn’t intending to be dishonest.


Keegan,” she groaned, her
shoulders pressing into my chest as she arched against
me.

I hadn’t even pushed inside her yet and I
decided to take another route. I kept caressing her with the
hardest part of my palm.


Do you know how you make
me feel?”

Yes,
she moaned.


Do you know how much I
want you?”


Yes,” she whispered
aloud.

I kept moving over her, lathering herself
with her own desire and my emotion. Her body was beginning to
pulse, to rock in rhythm with me but she kept her hands placed on
the chair. She was letting me have her. Letting me please her, but
I could feel her energy and a part of her was holding back. Just
like when we’d first met, the intensity of our intimacy was scaring
her.


Let me make you come,” I
whispered fiercely. “Let me make you feel how you deserve to feel.
Don’t hold back, baby, let me have you.”

And whether she intended to or not she fell
into my hands, melting with my motion as she shook. I pulled my
hand away wiping it on my jeans. I went to reach for her but she
was up and moving out of the theatre before I could even oriented
myself.

SARIAH! WAIT! WHAT’S
WRONG?
I thought yelled across the
theatre.

The sound of the flapping double doors was
the only answer I got.

 

 

 

 

29: SARIAH

I didn’t run far. I got a hold of myself in
the theatre lobby and waited for him to come out.


I’m sorry,” I
whispered.


Sariah! What’s wrong?” he
asked again.

I was completely
overwhelmed with the way he made me feel. He made me face the way I
knew I was already feeling about him. Whenever he touched me like
that, he brought the rawness of it to the surface. I loved him, but
how could I say it without letting the universe know? As soon
as
they
knew
they’d start plotting to take him away. I shook my head trying to
get a hold of myself. I sounded crazy. But it was how I felt and it
was my strongest impression of First-Plane. As soon as you admitted
you loved, that’s when it started to fade away. If I didn’t want to
lose him, I had to not love him.


Are you
alright?”

I nodded silently.


You want to go back to
the studio?”


Yeah,” I
muttered.

We were only a few blocks away from the
apartment complex and we walked in silence. Both of us lost in
thought. Did he hate me now? I gave in to him for a moment and he
made me feel like—words couldn’t even express. But then I’d
snatched that part of myself right back. Did he know I was just
scared? Did he understand? I wanted to talk to him about how I
felt, but I didn’t know how to start and the longer the silence
went on between us the more I felt that we were going in the
opposite direction.

We got up to our room and I escaped to the
shower. I peeled my clothes off and turned the water on stepping in
way before it was warm. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt him
behind me before I saw him. His arms wrapped around me turning me
and pulling me to him.

Talk to me,
he thought to me.

I looked up at him. The water was beating
down our faces. His eyes were filled with emotion. Love; fear;
longing; promise.

Trust me,
he pleaded.


I love you,” I said and
his mouth crashed down into mine so passionately that it took my
breath away.

His broke our kiss, squatting to hook his
hands under my butt. He lifted me up just a little above him. He
sliding into me in on motion and I gasped as he pushed my shoulders
into cold shower tile.


Don’t be afraid,” he
purred into my neck as he moved beneath me, every pulse demolishing
my fear. “Be with me right here, right now. The rest, may never
even happen.”

The tension in my body was building, I was
on the edge of coming, but he stopped moving.


Keegan?” I asked unsure
why we were stopping, but too caught up in our love making to say
more than his name.


Wrap your arms around my
neck,” he told me.

I did. My bodies tingling with sensation and
aching for him to beginning moving again. I closed my eyes, burying
my head on his wet shoulder. I heard the shower turn off and still
together, I felt him move out of the bathroom back to the bed.

He said on the edge and then scooted us to
the middle. He laid down with us still together and me on top. The
change of direction enabled him to thrust himself deeper into me
and I gasped as he thick hardness filled me completely. New
sensations were beginning to ripple through my body as I straddled
him.


Come here,” he said
calling me down to him, his expression full of earnest.

I leaned forward, hungrily kissing him and
his arm snaked up my neck in to my hair. The other rested on my
hips. He held me firmly to him guiding my hips on him.


You won’t run anymore?”
he asked me.


I won’t,” I said, moaning
as I started to move on my own.


Promise me,” he said
nipping at my bottom lip.


I promise,” I said and I
meant it.


Show me,” he said and he
began to move, rolling his hips, pushing into me in steady
rhythm.

He sat up penetrating even deeper into
me.


Move with me,” he moaned
huskily.

I did, I found a harmony with his rhythm and
I began to climb again. I gave in and let go. Then he stopped
moving and I realized it was just me making love to him. I slowed,
again unsure of myself.


No Wats, keep going,” he
urged quietly his eyes on me. “Take me.”

His words were a sweet potion that seeped in
to my mind and I moved unbridled against him, riding him hard and
him making us both come almost instantly. I fell forward on to him
overcome with the euphoria of our release. His armed curled around
me and he kissed the side of my face tenderly.

How sweet it is to be
loved by you,
his heart sang to
me.

 

 

 

 

 

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