Second Chance for eternity CH2.

“I don’t know what you mean. I was walking down the road and noticed you by yourself. I came to apologize.” the fact that he had walked here registered as her anger turned to shock. She could only gape at him. He began walking towards her and she retreated a few steps not keen on being in his grasp again today. It had too much effect on her body, which apparently had a mind of it’s own where he was concerned.

“I didn’t meant to…” he let the sentence hang holding his hands palm up in apology.

“S’ok.” she shook her head and looked away, clasping her arms around herself. Watching the water ripple and run over the rocks at the waters edge, she tried to close the door of sadness that appeared every time she thought of them. Her family, a husband and children cut short in the prime of life. She locked the door for good measure this time.

“Did you mean what you said?” This time his voice was right behind her, though she hadn’t heard him move. She didn’t move, didn’t turn her head to look at him, just kept her eyes on the water and prayed he wouldn’t touch her.

“I no longer need a distraction.” her voice bland and dull as the words came forth.

“I meant about your heart.” she flinched as his hands came to rest on her shoulders, his thumb gently caressing the smooth skin beneath it in circles. His body moved closer and she could feel the heat coming from him in waves, yet he didn’t touch her except for his hands. She longed to lean back into him, to recapture the lost feelings of long ago when he would hold her close and kiss her senseless.

“Yes.” she whispered, then quickly stood her ground.

“But that was long ago. Please leave me alone.” She shrugged from his grasp, knowing his hands dropped to his sides. Yet he didn’t move away and she knew she would have to force herself away. That was what he was asking of her. For her to tell him she didn’t still want him. She turned slowly, her side brushing against him as she did so. And when she looked up at him she saw the same darkness in those eyes. The coolness behind them. Wondering what had put it there. She stood there, the words to make him leave stuck in her throat, just looking at him. He slowly reached up and cupped the back of her neck, brushing the long strands of drying hair away as his fingers slid behind, and leaned down to her. He moved slowly, giving her time to reject him and yet she couldn’t seem to make herself speak the words. They began to die the closer he got, until there was nothing left of them but ash and bitterness.

Her arms that were clasped around herself were loosening and just as he was about to kiss her she felt them sliding up his chest, the soft material of his t-shirt moving under her palms. But instead of kissing her she felt his lips move ever so slightly against hers.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He had stopped himself as she could not. Tightening his grip on her he moved away and she looked into his eyes. The coolness had turned frigid and he no longer looked at her gently. She however was shaken inside, turned inside out by her emotions and left raw to a world made of salt. As he let go of her and walked away she watched in painful denial. He was once again leaving her and all the rejection from that very first time came crashing back sucking her breath with it. As he disappeared into the shadows she clutched her stomach and felt the hot sting of tears running down her face. She was once again ruined. Quickly scribbling a message on the piece of paper she had in the tote she stabbed it on the nearest tree limb. Turning swiftly she grabbed her things and clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle her sobs as she ran back to camp. When she got there only Jenn was left, half dosing in the warmth of the fire light. Two empty bottles of alcohol beside her and one half full in her hand.

As Mira came into the ring of light she sat up straight blinking rapidly to dispel the sleep induce lethargy that had come over her. Noticing the faint tear streaks on Mira’s face, she frowned.

“What’s the matter Mira?” she asked, following Mira to the cooler with her eyes.

“Just the past haunting me.” She said as she grabbed the chilled bottle of rum. She had brought it to make cool drinks the next day but now was as good a time as any to indulge. Maybe then she could sleep.

“You don’t drink.” Jenn stated, watching as Mira unscrewed the top and took a long deep drink, coughing slightly as she wiped the back of her hand over her mouth.

“No, I don’t.” Mira walked over to Mallory’s bag and fished through the contents, feeling guilty for not asking, she retrieved the pack of cigarettes and lighter from the bottom. She consoled her conscious knowing the girl would have offered if she were awake.

“You don’t smoke either.” Once again stating the obvious Jenn’s frown deepened as she watched Mira light the tip and draw in a deep lung full of smoke, somewhat impressed that she didn’t gag the first time.

“Once again, No. I don’t.” Mira winced at the curt reply, glancing apologetically at her friend. The softened look told her all was forgiven.

“Want to talk about it?” Jenn asked as Mira sat next to her by the fire, ignoring the fact that her suit still being damp would cause it to sponge up the dirt on the ground, yet not really caring.

“Nope.” She took another drag on the cigarette, expelling a large cloud of gray smoke that drifted away from them.

“Well the least I can do is make sure you don’t drink the entire bottle.” Jenn reached over and grabbed the bottle, surprised when Mira didn’t protest, and dumped half into one of the empty bottles next to her before handing it back. Mira held it up to the fire light inspecting the remaining contents before shrugging and taking another long deep gulp that made her sputter afterwards. Jenn followed suit, taking a gulp after each of Mira’s, until after five good swigs Mira turned to glance at her speculatively.

“Why are you drinking?” Her eyebrow arching above her unpainted brown eye.

“A lonely drunk does not a happy drunk make.” And so they continued to drink makeing small inconsequential conversation until neither one had spoken for a while. Without turning to Jenn, Mira spoke staring into the fire at something unseen.

“I loved him once you know. When I was seventeen.” Jenn nodded. She had known. Everyone around them had known, you couldn’t help but see it in Mira’s eyes.

“I know.” Keeping with par she kept her eyes trained on the fire.

“He ruined me, broke my damned heart. It took along time before I would see anyone again. By then I had met Derrick. He helped me realize that not everyone would do that.” Mira was nodding at the fire, as if it were speaking some truth only she could hear and she was agreeing.

“I never met him.” Jenn knew Mira would know who she spoke about.

“He made me happy, y’know? Really happy.” Jenn could hear the break in that last word and very discreetly glanced sideway with her eyes only. Mira had a scrunched up look on her face but there were no tears yet so she looked ahead once again.

“I know he did, could hear it when you’d call me.”

“We had beautiful kids too. I know everyone says that but they were really great. The girls, they would have been heartbreakers when they got older. The boys too, but the girls…” she let the last bit fall off without finishing. Jenn knew that Mira had a soft spot for her girls, their deaths almost killing her. She had always wanted girls when she was growing up.

“They would have made prom queen.” Jenn said gently, this time putting a hand on her friends thigh in comfort. She could feel the shaking start and knew without looking that there were tears now. The empty rum bottle tinkled softly as Mira set it down on the ground and leaned over to bury her face in Jenn’s shoulder. Hot stinging tears soaked the material of her shirt and spread in a dark circle. Jenn didn’t complain or offer words of comfort. She just did what Jenn did best, held her while she cried. After all the tears had dried up and she was too tired to stay awake much longer, Jenn helped her climb into her tent and change for bed.

“Thanks.” Mira said, albeit a bit slurred.

“No prob.” and with that Jenn went to bed herself after dousing the fire. Mira lay there looking at the tent blearily for a few minutes, noticing the soft feel of her silky camisole on her bare skin before falling into a drink induced sleep.

She lay there feeling soft hands caressing her flesh, heating her through to the bone. And lips nibbled and pressed kisses to the tender skin below her chin. A knot was building in her stomach with each languid stroke. And finally as she turned her head sideways and quested with her mouth the sweet soft kiss she wanted was delivered with such heat and passion. Her camisole was quickly discarded and soon the rough jeans she felt rub against her thighs were gone too. Replaced by skin, smooth over powerful muscles that flexed with each movement. She could feel hands on her body, sliding wonderfully over her tingling flesh. And open mouthed kisses pressed against her throat and down to her beasts, lingering on the sensitive tips. Deep groans came from above her and yet she couldn’t force her eyes to open. Though she didn’t have to, to know who it was.

His thick spicy scent was all around her, enveloping her in the dark mystery that was him. She could feel his hard length against her thigh, making her desperate to feel him within her. He hesitated though, drawing out her pleasure, using his hands and teeth and tongue to elicit gasps and moans from her lips. Before long she could feel him slide down her body, making her shiver as she dug her fingers through his hair. She felt his hands spread her wide to him, sliding down her thighs toward her throbbing center, just before his lips clamped onto the slick flesh. The simple action sent her catapulting into orgasm, moaning and writhing against him as he continued to taste and suck at her, guiding her through the sensations until her body lay damp and spent against the tangled sheets.

Only then did he slither back up her body, his thick head at her wet entrance. He slowly pushed himself into her, inch by inch, at an agonizingly slow pace. Driving her wild with need as her body ramped up again, stretching forward for that sweet release. Finally with a last push he was in her to the hilt, stretching her flesh gloriously, making her pant for more. Then he began to move, his breath panting in time to hers, as his pace increased. He pushed her harder and deeper with each thrust as she wrapped her long sleek legs around him, urging him on. She arched her back as she met each thrust with one of her own, driving him inside her at a wild pace. Skin hit skin, damp with sweat, sliding along each other as his hands gripped her hips and guided her to him. Her nails bit into his back as she came with a shout, spasming around him. He groaned, pulling her up against him into a sitting position, not stopping as he did so.

She felt herself lifted upward and slammed back down onto him as her body continued to grasp at him. As she came back down to earth she felt herself being propelled and a delicious friction building a third time inside her. This time she was intent on earning her keep, gripping his hips with her thighs she took control. Riding him as his grip tightened to the point of bruising and his head fell back in ecstasy. She pushed herself onto him hard, pulling up fast and feeling him pull out completely. He growled in frustration until she slammed back down onto him.

“Oh god!” He gasped and she continued in that manner, undulating against him with each lift of her hips and grinding with each decent. She felt his body stiffen, heard him draw breath, and then shout as he shot his hot seed deep within her. She felt him fall backward, his hands still on her hips, forcing himself deeper still as she collapsed with him making her come again. Her breathing fast and hard as his as he curled himself sideways pulling her with him. His strong arms holding her to him as she drifted into oblivion.

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Leeland reflected on his night, shaking his head at his own stupidity. He should have known that when he saw her again he wouldn’t be able to leave. But the words she had spoke rang of truth and he had to see her again. So he went walking, following her tire tracks down the road to a small clearing, where her car was parked and he could hear the girls talking. He walked on farther and then circled back through the brush where he could watch, and waited for his chance. When he saw her go off by herself he followed, not knowing that when she meant to bath she meant naked. It seemed obvious but few people actually did when camping. They usually stayed in their bathing suits. He watched as she unfastened the ties to her top and slung it over the low hanging branch. Then she reached for the bottoms, her hands dipping below the surface, and he knew he should turn away but couldn’t seem to make his body cooperate.

He watched her bath, the soap sliding down her soft skin toward the water. He watched her surface to look straight at him and at first he thought she could see him, then she began to wash her long hair. The act in itself erotic to him, causing a bodily response. That’s when he decided against his better judgment to talk with her. Her first reaction to him, fear, made him sad. Until he realized it was because she couldn’t see him. He forgot she couldn’t see as well in the dark. And then came the heart wrenching conversation, where he left her at her most vulnerable. Only he hadn’t left her, he had retreated to the shadows to watch her, unable to force himself to leave. He had frowned when she stabbed the small piece of paper onto the tree and waited until long after she had left. Then when all was silent crept back down and carefully tugged the paper down from the branch on it she had written her address and four small words that made him sigh. So he once again watched as she drank herself into oblivion, admitting small truths and crying uncontrollably. Over the loss of her family, over him?

After she had gone to bed he waited, waited until she began to dream and peered in to see if it was a troubled sleep. Little did he know that one small dream would be his complete downfall. For in that small peek into her dream he was bombarded by the tangle of limbs and soft sighs of breath. She had pulled him into the one thing he had denied himself with her at the river, and before he knew it his feet were silently headed to her tent and his hands were opening the door. He couldn’t leave well enough alone, and as she dreamed he brought her slowly out of it taking off where her dream ended. She robbed him of his breath at her passion, stole his will power as she took control, and ultimately made sure he would never forget her again. Ever.

As he left her sleeping, carefully tucked back into her silky camisole and under the thin sheets, he tore a small piece off the note she had left him. And pinned it to the inside of the door before leaving. Now his only thought was what he was going to do. He already knew his mind was made up but he tried to give himself other choices. Not that he would choose another course. The same simple dream that she had started ensured that she would never again be rid of him. On that note he packed up his things from the camp with the explanation that he had gotten a call on his cell in the night and had to leave.