Chapter Seven
Bravo Rising
Hud
“Why are we naked and where the hell am I?”
My eyes open with those words. “Tell me you’re Charlie’s Angel Sophia or I’ll hand you my gun.” That is when I remember where I put my gun.
Her laugh relaxes me because it’s Charlie’s Angel’s laugh. I turn my head and sure enough those are her crystal blue eyes. “Why Charlie’s Angel?”
“We did questions already.”
She gives me a scowl.
I nod. She deserves a real answer. “You have Wonder Woman eyes and a Charlie’s Angel mystery of job experience. I went with mystery. You asked me questions about a life of us. We both liked the answers and finished questions with how fucking works without an audience.”
Her breath stops. I watch and wait. “Jolly rogers. that wasn’t a dream? It’s really one in the afternoon?”
I nod and wait for what’s next. “The questions Mucimi gave me?”
“Mucimi wasn’t here,” I point out.
She rolls those pretty eyes. “He sent them to me for the guy…” she stops.
I’m up on one elbow quick and her head falls closer to my stomach.
“What guy? I think you decided the who with all your questions. First kiss was awkward as hell but I initiated the second and you took it over showing me up.” Deer in the headlights is the only way to describe that look, but the eyes still hold me captive.
“I did the whole list with you?” She looks like she’s searching for the memory.
“You said last question before you asked where we’d fuck.”
Her eyes close. “That was the last question. You said behind a door, didn’t you?”
I nod watching those eyes change as she nods. She answered every fuckin’ question after me and asked more than I thought matters.
“We agreed more than we didn’t?” She’s hopeful.
I see her eyes shift and know she remembers as I answer. “No kids, I don’t shop and you’ll ride behind me but will accept the bike...”
She nods before I finish. “You build so I can ride with the ol’ ladies.” It comes out monotone.
This time, I nod seriously. “You didn’t mean it.” I’m pissed seeing guilt on her face.
She grabs my arm and holds it so I can’t get up.
I need it to put the robotic on but I’m not asking anything right now.
I thought she was being honest. I thought this was real.
She talked to me on the ship for hours. Last night at the bar, then when we woke up on the bed at two.
She kissed me and told me about the list after she took over the second kiss.
I need a fuckin’ shrew-like hag to keep me from putting it all on the line again.
Pretty women don’t deserve the time of day from me.
She waves her hand in front of my face. “I meant every word. I talk when I’m drunk. Well, the one time and it was all the truth. I’m here in the US because of that.” Her words freeze me.
“You told about the operative that caused you to walk away from the jobs?”
She nods but doesn’t give details. “I did and I meant it all, Hud. I wouldn’t go through all those questions as a game.”
She said it was for a life using a US saying. “‘Keep off the grass’, is Marine not Ranger but we understand their gibberish,” I tell her showing I remember too.
She giggles and I like the sound. It’s soothing.
“No shortcuts will start the building of a lifetime of us.” Her eyes turn serious.
“I believe that and believe you get and possess the discipline it takes to put the work in. I can’t, no, I won’t walk because I believe in the reasoning and answers those questions lead us to.
I think I remember all of it but I wasn’t completely coherent at the end. ”
I smile looking down, then at her. “The last shot was where I lost the plot but you insisted.”
She nods. “It’s after that, that I can’t quite remember.” The embarrassment squeezes my heart. There is no doubt or hesitancy there.
I want to believe in her, everything she’s said has been real. Drunk makes her faulty memory plausible and mine isn’t exactly a hundred percent. I take a deep breath. I’ve got no room to expect more from her than I can give myself. “You’re coherent now.” I try for real.
Her hand snakes its way to my dick and I’m all for coherent sex. She is real.
“Lay back so that’s good for both of us.” She does and I’m turned her way in a millisecond.
“Hands helping, mouth telling.” I make sure she remembers it’s a team sport and hear her little moan as she moves that empty hand to her tit.
She remembers to grip me hard, sending electricity right through me.
My bite to her nipple has it puckering and her hand jerking my dick the way I showed her earlier this morning.
She remembers the important parts of us.
My hand slithers under her ass enough to tilt her pussy into my other hand.
Her back arches to a perfect position for me to move from her tit to her neck and get all those little moans out of her.
Life is good right here until she’s shuddering, then I need more than her hand to make it through her little clenching aftershocks. No, I need time to build another before I dip the tip of my dick into her to feel that for myself.
“Need more.” Pulling my hand out from under her, my mission is clear, and she bends her knee as soon as my head is between her legs.
Sucking at the crease of her leg, I push all my fingers in her getting them wet before my tongue moves closer.
She lifts her ass up letting me know she isn’t finished.
Charlie’s Angel knows how to keep me moving for her.
I do by attacking her like she’s a bowl of the best cake batter and I am not leaving anything behind.
“Holy shit.”
I don’t stop to comment but slide fingers in knowing just what she likes that will get me what I like. I don’t remember all that she did for me to crave more of that but I remember everything she liked. I do it all again for her.
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Bravo Rising
Sophie
“Ride me.” He moves me from my knees with him behind me, to me sitting on him while he’s on his knees but leaning back.
“I like this view better.” I love it but he looks like he’s concentrating on where we join.
His serious look makes me smile. The man is sexy but you’d think that embarrasses him.
He’s dirty and dom-my but looks like the proverbial hunky next-door neighbor.
I’d love to explore every inch of him but he’s set on his plan.
I’m relaxed enough to let him do whatever the hell he wants, as long as it ends in a massive eruption that we both feel.
He’s got to be some kind of sadist to keep going for this long. I was ready after the first time.
His hands on my ass lift me up, which keep me pushing for more, just to pound me down, hard enough for my core to tighten its hold on him. The man is like a jackhammer I saw overseas. It’s slow, methodical and …omfg!
“Hud,” the gasp I let out stops words and thinking.
His eyes fly from where we’re connected to my face. The slow droop of his eyelids is enough for me to lose it completely. His mouth is on mine and he swallows everything but the moan and trembling of every organ in me that he now owns.
As soon as his mouth lets me breathe, he says, “Give it to me.” I don’t correct him because he took it.
“Slide deep inside me again so I ca…” Jolly rogers. It feels like I have more to give. That’s not… His finger slides into my rear on the down stroke and hits the impossible, causing my world to fly apart.
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One hour
Bravo Rising
Sophie
“Ride with me to Phoenix. Sawbones and Pauly are flying in for dinner with Doc and Web at Cort’s.”
That sounds better than waiting for him to get back.
I have so much to do but nothing I want to do more than spend time getting to know Hud better.
I’ve watched him it seems like forever. It wasn’t until the end of the cruise that I started seeing him as fairly normal.
Last night was crazy but I think the thought of him as more than a colleague made me try to push it all away.
I’m psychotic. I was trying to push him away by asking him lifelong partner questions.
I need help. “Yeah.” I answer realizing the need for a shrink tag-along
He stands and lifts me right up.
“What are you doing?” I didn’t see him put that brace leg on.
“Washing you. I didn’t this morning. I’m not missing it now.”
I smile at that. “I don’t remember but you think you missed it?”
His serious look comes my way. “Yeah, think I just passed out.”
He makes me laugh. Stella is going to love this. I can’t wait for her, ‘you’re a fuckin’ nut.’ Although it may be directed at me.
“Oh.” Washing me entails actually washing me. I’m sitting on his lap, on the bench, under the shower spray and start bawling like I’m five.
He pulls me to his chest and just holds on to me.
When whatever this is slows, he moves my hair and rubs my back.
Hunky man next door is washing me as if I’m a porcelain doll.
I can’t remember anyone ever washing me.
As far back as I can remember, I was put in a tub or pushed under a shower head.
My hair was pixie short until I could take care of it myself and it’s been long ever since.
This is insane and I don’t want it to ever stop.
He’s washing me. Me, Sophie Michadeau from care.
I close my eyes and just feel his hands skim over my body.
He moves me and watches his hand move. I close my eyes and feel that hand.
The water hides my tears but I’m not hurt, I don’t know what I am, but it’s not hurt.
When he gets my hair rinsed and squeezed out, I look in his eyes then away. He holds my face and kisses my lips. “Thank you, Sophia.” He said my name, just my name and it sounds smooth and silky when he says it.
I kiss his lips and look at his eyes. “Thank you, Hud Girard.”
I stand and he points. “Good, I can wash and get dressed.” He doesn’t wait and pulls his shower brace off.
I skedaddle. He washed me. I don’t know who to tell and I’ll cry like a baby trying to explain it.
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Phoenix Rising
Hud