Chapter Four
I was going to do a lot of shit, and then I got high.
Rezi
DeShawn had saideverything under the sun to explain why having sex at present was an awful idea. Nevertheless, the way I could feel every sensation in my body was like a drug in itself, and I wanted more. The beginning of my high had assuredly been fucked up. Then a couple hours circulated, and consequently the only thought that remained was fucking him.
With each moment that passed, I felt my senses opening, leaving my mind fixated on how good it might feel to have him inside of me if simply touching him was exhilarating me beyond measure.
His fingers traveled from my shoulders down to my wrists, electricity drifting between us.
“I should tell you to stop,” Shawn alluded, holding my arms.
“Then tell me,” I baited him.
He clenched his jaw, words unspoken as his body disagreed with whatever warning was flooding through his mind. He craved this. Yet, I also knew he wouldn’t cross that boundary without a push.
Hell, I’d shove him if I had to. Seduce him in every way he secretly wanted.
“Come with me,” he huffed.
Dragging me into the back, I smiled thinking I’d succeeded, and he was ready to act on all of our desires. However, I got temporarily distracted, observing the bathroom for the first time since we’d taken off four-ish hours ago. It was huge. The wood from the main cabin extended into the space, wrapping around the curved walls and vanity. Rubbing my fingers along the smooth surface, I admired the sleek finishes the space had.
“Okay, this should help,” DeShawn said, shaking water off his hand.
Looking past him at the steaming smoke coming from the large shower, I considered why he’d hauled me in here in the first place.
“You think a hot shower will help cool me down?”
He smirked. “Not how I was going to put it, but yeah, pretty much. The hot shower should at the very least sober you up a bit more.”
I knew his expression was more of a reflex than anything else, but the slight smugness scattered across his face dared me to tease him once more.
“Alright, if you insist,” I replied.
I slipped off my black skirt, allowing my white button-down to remain covering all my essential areas.
DeShawn avoided looking in my direction as he headed for the door. Still the perfect gentleman.
Before he reached the door, I chucked my shirt over his head, landing between him and the exit. It was his move. If he turned to see what I was wearing, or lack thereof, then he was mine. If he simply stepped over the shirt and left the bathroom, then I’d lost.
I should have known Shawn would find a third option, though. Instead of turning to face me, or leaving, he simply remained facing the door, unmoving. He was smart. He’d always had a quieter stubbornness about him that was difficult not to respect.
After slipping off my bra and panties, I entered the shower. The hot water intensified the tingling within my body. Water had never felt this good before, awakening ever spot it touched.
Spinning beneath the stream, I even forgot about my hair. My mind was void of all the negative thoughts and reason. The shower simply felt amazing on my skin, urging me to give into my every desire, starting with him.
“So, you’re just going to stand there?” I asked.
“I’m trying to be respectful,” he replied. “But also make sure you’re alright.”
I believed him. Making sure he was there in case I slipped and fell was right up his alley, especially since he didn’t think I was in a good state given the edibles still coursing somewhere in my system.
DeShawn still gave me his back when I slid out of the shower, causing him to jump at my initial touch. I considered mocking him about his jitteriness but had to stay focused on the goal.
“Well, I am fine, but I could be a lot better,” I whispered before caressing his earlobe with a light nibble.
“Ree,” he said breathlessly.
Kissing the back of his thick neck, I let my breath linger there, while he repeated my name as a final warning.
“If you don’t stop, then I’m going to take you right here and now.”
I got him.
“It’s about damn time,” I replied, pressing my bare wet chest against his back.
In the instant that followed, he moved faster than my eyes could keep up, his motions appearing supersonic. How he’d removed his shirt and bottoms so rapidly was as perplexing as the way I was hooked over his shoulder, flying through the air. All I knew for certain was that within seconds he was naked too as he swooped me back into the shower and underneath the soothing hot water.
Closing my eyes, I listened to the water as it ran over me once more. Down my neckline, across my back, and settling in a small puddle by my feet. When I opened my eyelids, I didn’t recognize the man in front of me. His face was unyielding. Like an animal about to devour its prey.
“Shawn-n,” I purred.
The husky moan that escaped his lips, while he remained hoovering over me, sounded like pure craving. DeShawn could come across so innocent at times, but I knew him better than that. This was him. Raw and yearning. He didn’t like giving in to animalistic desires because he didn’t like to lose control. Making love was within his control. Fucking was not.
Lifting me up, he pinned me against the curved wall. His kind, deep brown eyes, now appeared as black as night. I’d barely raised my hands to caress his full beard before he grabbed them with one palm, restraining them above my head.
His eyes traced the length of my body, as my arms remained fixed where he’d just placed them. I’d been naked for a while, but somehow, I felt even more stripped bare beneath his impenetrable gaze.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, and I knew this was really my last chance to escape.
Admiring his abs in the running water, I waited to answer. I’d baited him into this, pushed for it, and “yes” I still wanted it.
Raising one of my legs with his free arm, he slid inside of me in one complete motion. My foot locked around him while he slowly dove farther and farther inside, until we were one. His grunts mixed with my moans, and the sound of running water, created a sweet symphony around us.
His broad shoulders barreled over me, smelling of rosewood and black pepper—a mixture I knew far too well.
“Damn.” I squirmed feeling the length of him.
He released my arms and raised my butt a little higher, adjusting his angle within me seamlessly. My body remembered his motions instinctually as he thrust in and out. The intoxicating fullness of our unity increased my pleasure with each minor adjustment.
“Rezi,” he stated, brushing some fallen hair out of my face. “This isn’t going to be quick.”
His words served as a warning, the devilish look in his eyes making me wetter instantly.
He took his time, placing soft kisses on my neck with each stroke. I hardly noticed the shower water was growing colder around us, given the temperature inside of my body grew hotter by the second. I’d heard having sex with an ex was never as good as you remembered, your mind replacing clumsy nights with the lost feeling of having someone that was yours. Sweetness overtaking the sour in a sense. But our connection, right here and now, was not that.
“Damn, I missed this,” he stated barely above a whisper.
“Me too,” I accidentally blurted, sharing his gesture.
It was true, I did miss him, I merely hadn’t intended on expressing it. I missed the stupid way he would sing off key while making me breakfast for dinner. I missed the way he’d babble on our morning workouts, just to distract me from how much I hated running. But most of all, I missed the way he looked at me, like he was now. Like I was his everything, and nothing or no one else mattered.
As his strokes grew faster, I could feel myself on the edge of climaxing. A fusion of emotions and sensations sending my desire over the edge. I’d asked for this, for him to sex me like there was no tomorrow, and damn had I needed it. Fighting any thoughts past this moment, I let my body give in to the intensity that had built inside. Releasing my orgasm was more than euphoric, it was freeing.
Pulling out shortly after I finished, Shawn released his own climax, allowing his cum to wash down the shower drain as he placed me back onto the floor. The chilly water rinsed away all evidence of our love making before he turned it off, leaving no sounds to distract from our feelings as they overtook the room. Silence never sounded so loud.
DeShawn
Waking up, I briefly forgot where I was. The satisfying ache in my body was the only clear indication that everything hadn’t been a dream.
“We’ll be landing in ten minutes,” the voice sung through the plane’s intercom system.
Sun rays were breaking through the slightly opened shades, kissing Rezi’s body. The way the light gleamed on her bright, richly caramelized skin, dared me to take a bite as I had earlier. Her whole display sent my mind on a happy journey through the events just an hour or two before.
Opening her eyes, she adjusted her clothes, which we’d both luckily managed to throw on prior to falling asleep. Her disheveled hair was probably more due to the wetness of the shower and sleeping on the convertible lounger bed than anything else. Either way, the unkempt strands were a strong indication of what had transpired.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
Shit … I should have been the one to say that.
“Yes, I’m good. Are you okay?” I countered, my eyes bugging out more than they ought to.
Dropping her head, she sighed before replying, “Yes.”
Rezi seemed like she wanted to say more but remained quiet. We both did, as her sigh consumed my responsiveness. Was she truly okay? Or had I the crossed boundary I’d been fighting to respect? With no words being spoken, my mind was taking me on a fun, tormented tailspin.
What felt like last night, although only an hour or two ago, had been a violation. We were unknowingly drugged and then we had sex. All signs pointed to a mistake. My mistake having been responsible for this entire trip to begin with.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted after she’d freshened up in the bathroom.
“You always have a habit of apologizing for the wrong things.” She shook her head. “I don’t blame you for what happened on this plane, Shawn. You took care of me, and if anything, I should apologize to you since I escalated things to another level.”
Her words rushed over me, a stream of relief easing my guilt-stricken heart.
Exiting the aircraft, I felt peaceful knowing she wasn’t upset with me. A feeling that was short-lived as she added, “Just consider this the goodbye we never got to have.”
The soft, sympathetic smile she shot me was undoubtedly meant to lessen the blow, but it had no such affect. “The goodbye we never got to have.”Her words were like a dagger. I knew she didn’t mean for them to pierce this time, but they still did.
Her words repeated in my head. She didn’t blame me for what happened on the plane, but that didn’t mean she didn’t blame me period, and with that came the goodbye we never got to have. All her sentiments doing nothing but hurting.
“I’m fine. It’s good. I’ll live,” I whispered when I was sure she was out of earshot.
Rezi required clarity in every aspect of her life. She appreciated knowing where things stood at all times, and sometimes she claimed I lacked awareness in certain social avenues. That I would get so hung up on the possibilities of people’s decisions and choices, that I would ignore the obvious. All the while silently processing as I naturally tended to do.
When things were light and humorous, I simply got to enjoy myself … be myself. However, when true conflict arose in life and I was caught unprepared, then overanalyzing proved how I coped. Therefore, in this instance, it shouldn’t have surprised me that Ree set out to make our encounter perfectly clear. No room for misinterpretation.
Heading out of the private terminal, we found a car waiting for us.
“Hi, Mr. White and Ms. Stone. I’m Alberto, your driver. Please come with me.”
After grabbing our bags, I placed them in the car, taking in a deep breath before hopping in the vacant front seat. Rezi had already slid into the back, and despite wanting to talk with her, I doubted this was the right moment.
“I hope you had a pleasant flight,” Alberto stated, pulling onto the highway. “Mr. Mathias Murillo always aims to ensure his comrades receive the highest level of luxury.”
“Oh yeah,” Rezi interjected, her voice dripping with disdain from the first syllable, “being drugged forty thousand feet above ground, without your consent, just screams luxury.”
Her blunt, sarcastic comment had me choking on air, but Alberto barely seemed fazed.
“Yes, we heard you were unaware of the nuances of the flight’s menu, Ms. Stone.” His eyes shot to meet hers through the car’s rearview mirror. “Mr. Murillo thereby sends his deepest apologies for the mix up and gives you his assurance it won’t happen again.”
There was something in the way Alberto spoke that gave me an uneasy feeling. He was apologizing for his boss, however the apology seemed more like a statement than the opening to a conversation.
I caught Rezi’s eye in the vehicle’s side mirror, suspicion singing through her features.
“Well, we appreciate Mr. Murillo’s assurances,” I lied.
Glancing back at Rezi, we communicated without speaking. A skill I cherished in her, having never shared that ability with anyone else in my life. I knew Ree wanted to say more, but we were in Colombia now, and they ran by a different set of rules down here.
“This is Medellin,” Alberto began, his tour guide voice ending our silent discussion. “The City of Eternal Springs, known for its beautiful all-year-long weather.”
It was a pretty name, but the history here was not. I’d done a lot of research years ago when I set out to make a documentary about Colombia. The project fell through, but I still remembered everything I’d uncovered.
In the 90s, even the city, Medellin, was run by Pablo Escobar, a notorious drug lord. Back then, the homicide rates were exponential, resulting in this city being deemed the most dangerous in all the world. However, what was an even more interesting discovery was the fact that in just a few decades, everything had changed. More than a million tourists flooded the city each year, completely altering the municipalities perception.
Legality in Colombia was complex to say the least. However, we were guests of Mr. Murillo, and being his guest was like an unrestricted pass to the city and everything it had to offer. His plane was a testament to that, as was Alberto’s breakdown of the neighborhoods as we drove.
Exiting the town, Alberto continued to spew out facts about Antioquia and Colombia as a whole. He had a wealth of knowledge, and despite the awkward beginning, I could tell in the minutes following that Rezi was warming up to him as she asked questions about the different plants and terms he’d mentioned. Turns out Alberto was a charming, older gentlemen. He threw in facts about his wife Lucille as well, to further ease any tension.
“And this is Mr. Murillo’s Estate, Casa de Regalo, House of Gifts. The house staff will greet you and get you settled in your rooms, but don’t worry because I’ll be seeing you around.”
Had he said that an hour prior, it would have sent shivers down my spine, but again, he was charismatic, his charms winning over both Rezi and I in a rather short span of time.
After quick introductions with the house staff—another swanky part of the Murillo experience—Rezi and I were led to our bedrooms just as Alberto had stated. With each step we took, the distance between us seemed to grow. The air reeked of morning after vibes. Like a drunken one-night stand that you then had to see again. Your intimate connection feeling foreign during any further interaction. And yet, amidst the awkward silences and fumbled attempts at conversation, there lingered a flicker of something else between Rezi and I. A trace I hoped was not our past and closure as she’d dictated earlier, but instead the possibility for something new.
“Well, it’s been a day,” I stated.
Despite wanting to give Rezi any space she might require, I had every intention of ensuring she was safe on this trip, even before the edible incident on the plane. Therefore, I’d already arranged for our lodgings to be right next door to one another. When she didn’t make any objections, seeing our rooms’ proximity, then I felt assured in my decision.
“Get some rest, Rezi.”
“You too, Shawn.” She forced a smile before closing her door and locking it behind her.
Entering my room, I could still feel her presence through the wall. Leaning against it, I felt closer to her, hearing the unzipping of her suitcase and murmur of some device. A part of me wanted to march into her room and address what happened, both in our past and on the plane. However, an equally sizeable part of me had no desire to air anything out tonight, even if I wanted to spend some more time with her.
Regardless, the aftereffects of the pot and shroom mixture were still coursing through our systems, justifying that this was definitely the wrong time for any serious discussions.
My head hitting the pillow solidified my choice, memories of her juicy lips and sweet lotus smell consuming my senses as though she were beside me. Adjusting my pants, I worked to control my urges, but I knew it was more than sex. I’d truly missed her from the moment we broke up, and fully having her again today was undoubtedly my undoing.
Rezi was my mesmerizing siren, even when she was pissed. Hell, especially when she was pissed. But remembering the way she smiled and laughed today, so light-hearted and full of life, was really what had me quickly falling like I was twenty-four again. I hadn’t seen her that free in some time, and even though I knew her demeanor wasn’t fully within her control, it still reminded me of the girl I’d loved.
Love. The word tortured me every time I thought of her. Further proof that from the moment Rezi Stone walked into my life, my heart would never be mine again.