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Her whole body jiggles with the slightest step because that’s just how she’s made and it drives me senseless to watch her curves snake beneath the fabric of her dress. Everything about her is touchable, squeezable and my fists clench. Spreading my knees apart, I invite her to come closer and she does, her legs brushing against mine and she’s panting a little. Sliding her hands up her throat, she runs them through her hair and all that silver falls over both of us.
“Trying to kill me over here?” I groan because her girlish beauty can be too much sometimes and she shakes her head.
“Only following orders, Ric,” she bites her lip, ”but I can go slower.” She starts moving slower, the moves excruciatingly carnal and combined with that sweet face of hers, I almost croak from the perfection.
“You sure know how to give a geezer a good time,” I grit in delirium between my teeth and she gasps,
“Just trying my best over here...” She strokes a hand between her thighs, pressing her mouth against mine and I can’t take it anymore.
“Damn, you make me feel like a drunkard every time your lips touch mine.” I groan, clasping her budding tits in my big palms, watching them spill over my fingers. The way she flushes bewilders me and I lose sense and logic. “Do me,” I growl, yanking her into my lap and she lets out an abandoned moan.
“Yes Ric...anything...,” she fiddles, trying to get our bodies to join and I wrap my hand around her hair, looking her deep in her eyes and it becomes obvious to me. Silver can never find out the truth. If she does she won’t ever love me and when our lips meet, I get the sense that I don’t just crave her love.
I’ll die without it.
8.
Silver
Sunday evening and the storm’s slowly settling. My weekend at Relic’s is almost over and I got work tomorrow, but we’ve already decided that I’m moving in. Putting up a small painting I found in a box in the corner, I polish it with my sleeve and take a step back to admire it. This place is already getting a bit more color but it still feels haunted and it can’t stay that way if I’m supposed to live here.
I throw a glance at Relic who’s doing some paperwork by the kitchen table and I swallow nervously. Jumping up on the kitchen counter, I wrap Relic’s shirt tighter around me and he throws a greedy glance at my dangling legs but I don’t encourage him because things need to be sorted out between us. Though I do look forward to us making love again because the man’s a machine, the resilience, the stamina...he can go on forever.
“When I was a kid,” I begin, dragging a breath and he raises a brow, “we lived in a pretty nice area but it was just my dad and me and things weren’t that great between us.” Relic throws me a grave stare and I add in a low tone, “He would come home really late at night, bringing strange men over and forgetting I was in the room next door.”
“Silver...,” Relic says in a saddened tone and I shrug.
“The neighborhood kids didn’t like him. He was pretty shady and the kind that made toddlers cry if he just looked at them.” I pinch my lips. “He died years ago...” I trail off, pulling my sleeves further down my arms and throw him a careful glance.
He nods, his gaze clear with compassion and he murmurs, “Thank you for telling me.”
That’s it? I let out an impatient sigh. “Ric, haven’t you ever heard of quid pro quo? I tell you about my past, now you have to tell me yours.”
“I’m not much for rules, little girl,” he mutters, returning to his papers. “You should know that by now.”
“Well, I’m not into secrets, big guy,” I pout and his shoulders move in a shrug.
“You are when they’re mine. They’re too fucked up to tell.”
“There’s no way they can be that bad.” Beginning to grow nervous because I’m imagining all kinds of scenarios now, I ask, “Why do you have to be such a stiff upper lip?”
His head whips my way, his eyes narrowing. “You ever feel that restlessness inside of you, Silver,” he asks, “that restlessness crying out to be held by your other half, because I sure fucking feel it.” He heatedly points at his chest. “I need you to love me one day and if I tell you the truth that damn day will never come.”
Gulping, I breathe, “How can I ever truly love you if you remain a stranger?”
Relic flinches as if I just slapped him and he hangs with his head. I want to go over and wrap my arms around him and tell him everything will be okay but I can’t do that right now. I need to know.
“Who’s Heidi?” I whisper and his lids shudder with pain. Leaning back, he rubs his eyes and I want to hug him and never let go.
“Heidi was a kid who used to live years ago.”
Used to live? My heart clenches and I feel guilty for pushing him to do this but I still nod for him to continue.
“It happened one stormy night, similar to this one. I was going over to a man’s house to talk to him about one of our businesses, the bookkeeping was off and we suspected he’d been scamming us.” He drags a hand down his face. “I’d brought one of our new recruits with me, a rookie which later on turned out to be a mistake.”
“How come?” I whisper and Relic turns white in the face as suppressed emotions come to the surface.
“When I pressured the man about the books, he began talking back and then things got physical. He attacked me and I pulled out my gun and well...finished him.” Relic leans forward, dragging a pained breath. “What we didn’t know was that he had a little daughter. She came out from her room, wondering what was going on and she caught the rookie off guard.”
