Southern Romance (7 page)

     "What is it Sara?" 

     "Thank You."  He simply smiled.  He carried her to her sleeping bag and
placed her gently inside it slowly zipping it up.

     He no sooner got inside his, adjusted him and Juggar to a more comfortable position and she was speaking.  “
Jade, are you still awake?”

      “
What is it, are you ok?”

      “
Jade,,,, can I ask a favor?”

      “
Yeah, what do you need?”

      “
You.”

     Jade didn
’t move.  He wasn’t sure if he had heard her correctly.  He turned to face her, only seeing what the little light had to offer him.

     "I mean, sleep with me, I mean, just hold me Jade, nothin
g more."  Sara stuttered her words.

     Jade stood looking at Juggar and commanded him to stay and then went to her, slipping inside the sleeping bag with her.  She curled herself up next to him and could feel his heat from his body on hers.  His scent, m
ixed with his cologne, made her quiver and her own heat raised.  Again his scent was turning her body and pulling at it in ways she didn't know was possible.  She slipped her hands under his shirt, and rubbed his chest slightly.

     "Sara, I thought…
."  But Jade couldn't get it out.  What she was doing to him was driving him crazy.       "Sara if you don't stop, I don't think I can control myself much longer.  If you want this, you’re on the right track."  His voice was shaky and raspy.  Her touch was driving him completely away from his right mind.  The mind that was telling him no don't do it, she needs time to heal, don't do it you’re a bigger man than that.

     "Then don't control yourself."  Sara
’s voice was more of a whimper.  Like she was begging him for more.  She wanted him to touch her.  She wanted to touch him.  She wanted everything right now.

     And with the words no sooner out of her mouth, his mouth claimed hers again.  Tasting her, exploring her mouth with his tongue and hers in his.  He k
issed her cheek and then her neck, he kissed down her to breast, finding his way up and into her shirt.  This time he would show and do to her what she had done to him.  He would show her how real men treat a woman.

     His tongue flicked her abdomen find
ing his way up to her right breast, nibbling at her nipple that was ready and waiting.  He moved his way to her left breast and noticed something different.  The nipple was nothing like the other.  It was smaller and there was some rumpling of the skin around it.  He raised his head up and pulled the sleeping bag down to look.  He couldn't believe what he seen. 

     That son of a bitch had bit it almost completely off.   There was a perfect scar of a bite mark.  He looked and seen another scar.  Almost at
her breast bone but slightly more to the right.  He traced it with his finger.  He felt saddness hit him and at the same time the urge to kill.

     He had to take a moment to cool his temper.  He had never felt such an anger and rage surge through him li
ke it was doing right now.  No wonder she was having problems moving on.  But he would show her no matter what scars the douche bag had left on her ,she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

     He kissed her gently.  When he looked back up
at her, her eyes were closed.  And he hadn't heard her make a noise.  "Sara,,," but he got no response.  Jade grumbled beneath his breath.  Damn it, off all times for it to kick in hard. 

     He pulled her shirt back down and cuddled back up next to her
.  He laid there thinking of how bad that bastard had hurt her.  He could feel the anger brewing inside him, replacing the fire that was once there.  He held her tight and allowed himself to drift off to sleep with her.

     When he woke the next morning,
Sara was still nestled close.  He tried not to disturb her, but it didn't work.  Sara began rubbing his chest.  Her head rested easy on part of it.  Then her hand just froze. 
Oh my God
, she thought. 
What happened?  What did we do?
  Jade could see the puzzled look on her face.  "It’s ok, nothing happened." 

     "Oh I know.  I just,,,,um-mm, never mind."  The last memory she had was laying down in her sleeping bag.

      "You’re like an open book, I know what you were thinking.  You can't hide from me Sara." 

     "I didn't think I was.  Did I have another dream?" 

     "You don't remember anything?"  His raised an eyebrow out of confusion which should have given her the clue that something had definitely happened.

     "No, I never do, that is how I kno
w I had to take one of those pills." 

     "Oh, well you did, and you were pretty scared, so you wanted me to hold you.  That's all."  Jade was disappointed.  He wanted her to remember how bad she had wanted him. 

    
What if the way she had acted was because of the medicine?  Or what if, oh stop it Jade.  It doesn't matter now whatever the cause.
  Jade’s mind was doing replay after replay and was trying to figure out if what happened was because of feeling or if it was just another reaction of the medicine.  Whatever had happened between the two them, it was over now.  Jade had the only memory of it now.  And he wasn't about to bring it up.

     He checked on Danger and sure enough, he was doing better.  He felt a little guilty that he wasn't able to sho
w him more attention last night, but somehow, his concern had drifted from Danger to Sara.  He started replaying in his mind what had happened last night.  He could feel her touch on his chest, the taste of her mouth lingered in his own.  He could feel himself tighten and begin grow.

     "I'm going in now, I need to take a shower."  Sara was dusting off her jeans.

     "I need a cold one myself."  And the words were out of his mouth before he could think about it first. 

     "Ok, well see you inside
then."  She finished folding up the sleeping bags and was gone.  Jade made his way in and commenced in taking his very, very cold shower.  He remembered how she had tasted last night and again he tried to shake it off but couldn’t. 

     Without an ounce
of restraint left in his body, he gripped his cock and began squeezing it up and down quickly.  He didn’t want it to last this time, he had no reason for it to last, and besides the urgency of getting off was overpowering any restraint he had.

     He clos
ed his eyes imagining her mouth gripping and sucking his cock.  He imagined how beautiful she would look on her knees in front of him, his hands gripping her hair as he fucked her mouth. 

     With record timing he came hard crying out her name as if she
was really there.  He leaned his head against the shower wall taking in the moment.  “Damn Jade, desperate much?”  He laughed.  Maybe he was coming at this all wrong.  Maybe what she needed was not the gentle Jade, but the Jade that lived inside of him that he had been trying to hide from her.

     He stood there thinking about it and settled on it.  That was exactly what she needed.  Of course she was going to have doubt.  She was nervous.  With good cause.  After what she had been through he now realized
it wasn’t the fear of being with him, it was how she would react.  He was going to have to get in touch with his inner self fighting to come out and take away her choice.  Only then would she realize it wasn’t like she had been through.  But so much more.

     When he was finished he went downstairs and could smell what Sara was doing.  She was cooking breakfast.  It smelled delightful. 

     "Are you hungry?"

     "After last night, starving."  He couldn't help but let a grin show as he poured his cup of
coffee.

     "Are you sure nothing happened last night?  I mean, you would tell me right?"  Sara questioned

Jade suspiciously.

     "Nothing happened Sara.  You would have remembered; if it had.  Do you regret it?"  Jade

flashed a smile that told Sara that he was neither boasting about his gifts nor exaggerating them either.

      “
No!”  She didn’t look at him.  She couldn’t look at him.  If she did would he know that she was lying?  Not that she wanted to make love with Jade and not be able to remember it but she did want to     

She had to make herself forget about it so, Sara didn't think any more about it.  It was almost that easy for her.  After all, there wasn
’t anything stuck in her mind to make her remember anything, needless to say dwell on anything.  She grabbed her last piece of toast and finished it off.             

     "Do you mind if I do some exercises in the study?"

     "Exercising, if its exercising you want we could,,,,,,”  Jade hesitated and then decided for the safer of his answers. “No nevermind, go ahead."  Jade had to stop himself.  He had to get last night out of his mind before he said something he or she would regret.  Sara wondered what he was going to say but didn't question it either.  She went off and it wasn't long he could here classical music playing. 

     "What the hell kind of exercising is she doing in there?"  The curiosity got the best of him and he had to go look.  When he opened the door, he was shocked. 

     "What the hell do you call that?"  Sara stopped what she was doing, and turned to him. 

     "We civilized city people call it ballet.  While you were off learning the fox trot, I was learning how to dance and look graceful while I do it." 

     "Oh, I see, the fox trot huh?" 

     "Yes, that's right, you hea
rd me right.  I didn't think I had stuttered."  Sara allowed a grin that was almost egging him on. 

     "Huh, we'll then.  Let's just see about that." 

     Jade walked to the stereo and changed CD playing.  "Hey, I was using that." 

     "Hey yourself
, I'm about to show you what kind of dancing I do."  The music began to play and Jade walked up to Sara. 

     "It does however require a partner." 

     "Show me what you got there big boy."  Sara’s daring voice ended with Jade’s reply.

     "Oh, I can
show you big boy."  The look alone in his eyes made Sara beginto blush, the heat found her cheeks so quickly she didn't have time to hide them.  Jade grabbed her and started moving and wondered why she was willing to dance with him now and not at the party.  She moved with him. 

     At first she was stunned, she had never danced like this.  She was beginning to enjoy it though.  She found herself stumbling along the way.  She could at times feel his feet beneath hers.  He however never missed a beat.  It
wasn't long and with his body so close to hers, she was beginning to feel his rhythm in more ways than one.

     He held his hand at her waist tight.  She could feel his body and every movement it made.   She was beginning to learn how well he could move i
t when he chose to.  He spun her around the room, gripping her waist at different strengths at time.  She enjoyed the way his hand felt on her waist, the way he demanded her body to move without even saying a word and the way her body responded to his demands. 

     He gripped her other hand with his and raised them up and over her head, bending her arms at the elbows.  She was in this position given no choice but to follow.  She liked it.  She enjoyed every last beat of it.  When the song ended, Sara
kindly thanked him for the dance and started to walk away.

     "Where are you going?  I'm not done yet.  You wanna see what kind of dancing us uncivilized people do, let
’s see your kind do this."  The music began to play again and as if he knew what song was coming on next, he grabbed her pulling her close.  He moved his hips with the music and she found herself moving hers in return. 

     The music that played wasn
’t something Sara had ever heard before.  It was like music you would hear in a movie.  The kind where the guy gets the girl and then the movie ends.  She liked it.  There was a since of calming that the music brought her as Jade brought her nerves to full focus. 

     There was something about the way his body felt up next to her that made he
r feel safe, warm, tingly, heated, and something she didn't know about yet, but it was beginning to drive her crazy in lust.  She felt it when he had kissed her and knew that it was him causing her to feel this way but didn't quite understand how he could do it without much effort.

     Letting go of her waist but still holding her hand, he pushed her back, dipping her in a half circle pattern and then pulled her back to him again, her small tender body came rushing back up against his and she felt somethin
g she hadn't yet felt. 

     She knew what was happening and she found herself wanting this to happen.  She wanted it bad.  It didn't matter where they were, it didn't matter what her past had left her with, and all she knew was that she wanted him more n
ow than ever.  She wanted him to make the burning, the lust, the tingles all of it, she wanted it gone by him.