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BY TROG |
CHAPTER
25 |
CHAPTER 25
Todd walked back into Vicki’s livingroom but it was empty accept for Joey, Kevin and Jessica. All the mourners had left.
“Where’s Vicki,” asked Todd, addressing Jessica and ignoring her brothers.
“She went up to her room, Uncle Todd. I think she wants to rest.”
“I’m going up to see her,” he said heading for the stairs.
“Jessica said she needs to rest Todd!” shouted Kevin following him to the bottom of the stairs.
“Drop dead, Kevie!” said Todd as he continued up the stairs without looking back.
Todd knocked softly on Vicki’s door before entering. Vicki looked over as she slumped against the wall by the window watching the funeral guests leaving one by one. As Todd stepped up beside her he noticed Blair walking along the sidewalk heading toward the parking area and Vicki noticed the tension in Todd’s face as he watched her.
“How are you holding up, Sis?”
Her face was ashen and creased with grief, looking ten years older than she had a few days ago Todd thought.
“I feel a tight, sharp pain in my chest. It’s constant...painful...continuous in intensity. It’s the pain of grief...I recognize it having felt it so many times before...with Joe, with Megan, with Sloane...only now, it feels heavier...an ponderous accumulation...like a lifetime’s worth of grief...it feels like it will never go away.”
“It will. I mean...not for a while...but it will go away. I use to have pain like that...and I thought it would never go away...but...it does.”
Vicki looked up at him and shook her head.
“I saw you out there Todd...you and Blair...and Tea.”
Todd looked away from her.
“Don’t worry about that right now, Vicki. You don’t have to worry about me, okay? I can handle my own junk...you just worry about you.”
Vicki walked back into her bedroom, touching a black robe that hung on the door, smelling it, holding it against her face.
“This is...was...Ben’s robe. It still has his scent on it...spicy...manly...it smells of something alive...not dead,” she cried, wiping her tears on its sleeve.
Todd walked over and put his arms around her awkwardly.
“My God...Todd...he’s gone...he‘s in the ground! I’ll never, never see him again. I’ll never feel him again. He’s really gone,” she gasped falling weakly against him. Todd helped her over to the bed, sitting beside her and taking her hand.
“Vicki...why don’t you try and sleep. You look really lousy...I mean...you know...tired.”
Vicki nodded slowly, looking vacantly at the ceiling. After a few minutes she closed her eyes and Todd, thinking she was finally asleep, got up and started to walk toward the door.
“Todd?”
“Yeah?”
“If you truly love Tea...then you find her. Tell her how you feel...and never let her go. Love is all that matters in this world...and real love is so rare and precious...It‘s everything, Todd.”
Todd stared at her, surprised by her words, then nodded.
“Yeah...I heard...it‘s a many splendored thing, right?” he said sarcastically as Vicki started laughing and nodded . He smiled at her and walked out the door.
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Todd paced back and forth at the penthouse, like a caged, starving animal who’s feeding time was long past due. He wanted her. He’d left half a dozen messages at her hotel but still had not heard from her and he was impatient and restless, his body primed and aroused, his senses feral and acute.
Tomorrow everything would change for them. Aaron Blackmoor was returning from Japan and Tea would start playing her dangerous game, putting all of them into mortal peril. Todd leaned his head against the glass and looked out into the darkness, closing his eyes and thinking about Tea, wondering where she was and why she wasn’t there. Had Blair scared her off? Blair’s words had hurt her, he felt that back at Llanfair, that’s why he’d kissed her so brazenly in front of Blair...to show Tea how committed he was to her, that he trusted that love.
Vicki’s words came back to him, advising him to risk everything for Tea’s love. It was not the advise he had expected from his highly ethical sister, but under the circumstances he understood. There was no place for propriety in love...propriety was just another word for lying...and God knows he was tired of lying to everyone...most of all to himself. Vickie was warning Todd not to wait, to take love now before it was too late and that’s how it felt to Todd at this moment--it felt like their last desperate hours together--before Aaron Blackmoor returned and shot everything to hell.
“Come on, Delgado. Where the fuck are you?”
He could hear them at the door of his mind. Wolves, hungry and howling. Waiting...waiting to take Tea away from him, to tear into her with their sharp teeth, to rip her from his grasp. Blair, Aaron Blackmoor, and all his demons lying in wait until that moment came when they could make their move and carry her far away from him. Then he’d be alone again. He heard the cry of a wolf...the howl of that solitary creature up on Llantano mountain that filled his head as an icy shiver ran through his body.
The scratching at his door forced him to turn in surprise, half expecting to see a vicious wolf charging at him but instead it was another creature...an infinitely more powerful creature that filled him with unimaginable excitement as the adrenaline pumped through his veins at the site of her, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen. Tea.
She walked in still wearing the simple, elegant black dress she’d worn to the funeral as she walked toward him, her skin flushed and alive against her death dress. The look in his desperate, lust-filled eyes was unmistakable to her as she dropped her purse and shawl to the floor and walked into his arms quickly. They did not speak...there was no need...they both knew what they wanted...what they needed from each other at this moment...life-affirming, sentient, physical love.
They kissed passionately, their mouths open and wet, their lips and tongues welding and blending together in delicious bondage. They moaned and sighed with the sensual contact as their bodies burned with the need to be joined...to be one...and he quickly moved them toward the sofa. Sitting quickly, Todd reached for the hem of her dress and pushed it up above her thighs, touching the soft flesh with his fingers, never losing contact with her mouth.
He was clumsy and desperate, his hands greedy and grasping, as he pushed her dress above her hips, above her waist, tugging her pink, lacy panties downward till they dropped to the floor and she quickly stepped out of them. Tea leapt onto his lap like a graceful cat in heat, unhooking and unzipping his pants in seconds, tugging them downward with his briefs over his hips and along his thighs with the same frenzied haste. He was hard and ready as she impaled herself quickly and cried out with savage relief at the moment of contact. His head jerked back with a whimper as he felt himself disappear into her tight, hot wetness and he groaned like a satisfied lion, shaking his mane wildly with the primal pleasure of mating with her.
Their deep, guttural cries filled the room as their bodies bucked wildly...frantically...trying to reach fulfillment and satisfy this madness...this thirst... this love that could not be sated. They exploded together, crying out and shaking wildly with the sudden burst inside them before Tea fell weakly against him, sighing and laughing at their frantic lovemaking in between labored breathing.
Todd smiled up at her, still unable to speak as he tried to steady his breathing while he pulled her into his arms and they laid still for a few moments, their bodies half naked, half-dressed in their funeral attire--half alive, half dead. He pushed his spent organ more deeply into her and she clasped him firmly with her sex not wanting to lose connection as she pulled her face away from his and caressed his flushed and beautiful brow.
“I so needed that, my love,” she whispered to him in a husky, seductive voice, kissing his nose sweetly.
“You feel so warm...so tight...so good...but...you have way too much clothes on, Delgado,” he said reaching behind her back and pulling down her zipper. Grabbing the hem of her dress he yanked it upward swiftly, lifting it up above her head and tossing it away. Tea laughed as he unhooked her lacy, pink bra and pulled it down her arms, letting it drop to the floor to join her panties. Tea reached up into her hair and released the clip that held her hair neatly in place, letting it tumble around her shoulders.
Todd leaned back and observed her admiringly...naked...wearing only pearls and black high heels, looking like some, erotic French postcard in some young boy‘s fantasy, wanton, yet, innocent and natural.
“You’re so beautiful, Tea...you make me crazy...I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”
“I think you like me naked in pearls and high heels, Todd Manning. Is this some fantasy of yours, querido?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said laughing, his hands caressing her thighs and grasping her bottom, pulling her closer.
“You look so good, Delgado...so fucking sexy. You feel so good...so warm and wet and silky...I can feel my heart beating inside you. I could spend every waking moment of my life like this...inside you,” he gasped, as tears welled up in his eyes. “I love you....it feels so good to love you.”
Tea nuzzled his face gently, her fingers caressing his scar delicately as she whispered to him breathlessly.
“I love you...te amo...te quiero...te adoro. I can‘t bare being away from you,” she cried softly into his face.
“Hey...hey...no crying...not tonight. I’ve seen enough crying today...enough death,” he whispered as he started kissing her softly. “When I’m inside you, Tea...I believe in life...I believe in love...I believe in God. Make me live, Tea...bring me to life inside you again,” he whispered raggedly in her ear.
Tea pushed his head back and kissed him aggressively, deeply. She began to move her hips slowly against his and she could feel him slowly coming to life inside her, growing in length and width, filling her completely, with his firm, swelling flesh. She flexed tightly against him, pushing and pulling slowly with delicious friction as he moaned and gently took her ripe nipple in his mouth, pulling and suckling it causing Tea to cry out for more. Taking his face gently in her hands she moved him to her other breast where he continued feeding eagerly, his hands bracing her waist as she rocked against him.
“Querido!” she cried out as she felt his fingertips pressing down on the sensitive pink bud between her thighs, rubbing her firmly until she began to tremble at his touch.
He grasped her bottom, squeezing it hard as he drove into her, pushing her high into the air with his strength and his need to reach the apex of this beautiful and primitive dance. Tea clutched his shoulders as he thrust into her with such force that she practically flew off his lap. Finally she fell against him, shaking and panting with powerful tremors as Todd collapsed beneath her, growling and sweating, his body throbbing and trembling with release of his orgasm. They sighed as their bodies pulsated with life.
“Don’t move, amor. Please...stay inside me. Don’t let me go, yet,” she gasped.
Todd smiled.
“I’m have no intention of letting you go...ever,” he said leaning his head against the back of the sofa.
They rested for a few minutes, her naked body leaning against his clothed torso, still holding him inside her. Tea laid her head on his shoulder as she caressed his shirt lightly, unbuttoning it and sliding her hand inside to stroke his bare chest.
“Vicki, said something weird,” said Todd.
“What?”
“She told me...to be with you.”
Tea looked down at him.
“Poor Vicki. To lose the man you love so suddenly...so...violently,” she said, suddenly pulling away from Todd. “It could be me...I could lose you.”
“I’m more worried about you...about losing you, Tea. Everyone wants to take you away from me.”
“Why is this happening, amor? How could I have married such a man? Is there something wrong with me, Todd?”
Todd reached out and touched her face.
“No...there’s nothing wrong with you, Delgado....but there is something ...different about you. You have this strength and this softness, this power...an overwhelming femininity that makes a man feel like he can do anything, that he can be anything. You make criminals want to be boyscouts. You make priests want to turn their backs on God. You make a murderer want redemption. You can even make me believe that I can be a better man. You’re so rare, love...so astonishing...when I look at your face...I see...love...the face of love looking back at me. You make me FEEL love. And you make Aaron Blackmoor FEEL love...”
Tea stared at Todd.
“You act like you know him, Todd...you don’t
“Maybe I do...maybe there’s a reason why we’re both obsessed with the same woman. Tea...he’s never going to let you go...and only one of us is going to have you.”
“You already have me...that won’t change.”
Todd pulled her closer and held her tightly, closing his eyes and shaking his head slowly.
“He’ll never take you away from me...I won’t let him. No matter what I have to do, Tea.”
Tea sighed deeply and laid quietly against him. In her fearful heart she knew he was right...Aaron Blackmoor was not going to let her go...and neither was Todd!
to be continued...
2002 Copyright by Trog
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