Dare to Love (24 page)

I buy a small sugar bowl for myself and a cruet set for Richard’s parents. I’m tempted to order a dinner service but remember the uncertainty of my domestic life.

Barry deposits me back at the apartment just before midday. I’m just turning the key in the door when my phone rings.

‘What’s happening?’ Grant drawls, sounding very pleased to hear my voice. What’s happened to his sulk? It catches me off guard because I am bracing myself to defend what I did last night.

‘Just been shopping.’

‘Got something nice?’ He sounds genuinely interested.

‘Just a few things from the pottery.’

‘So what you doing now?’

‘I’m going to the supermarket.’

‘How you getting there?’

‘Walking, or getting the bus.’

‘Why don’t I come and take you?’

‘OK.’ I don’t want to admit it but I’m really looking forward to seeing him.

He arrives at quarter past twelve and kisses me slowly. No mention of last night.

‘How’s Darron?’ I say, catching my breath.

‘He’s on a trip today. We going to talk tonight. Thanks for last night Josi. I appreciate it.’

‘My pleasure.’

Neither of us mentions the rest of the evening. He comes in and shops with me. I’m cooking for Celia as she’s late home.

‘Where to now?’ I ask as we leave the checkout.

‘Lets go to my place,’ he says. He senses my hesitation.

‘You scared?’ he asks.

It’s a strange question. No, I’m not scared, just surprised it’s his house we’re going to. We’re both silent, listening to the radio and the colliding sexual ions.

He opens the door to the lounge and kicks his sandals off. I do the same. I feel less vulnerable as there’s no one else here. He offers me a drink and I follow him to the kitchen. The energy crackles between us. We both know why we’re here. I take a sip of the water and put the glass on the worktop. His mouth is on mine, hard and ravenous. He tastes of spearmint and desire. He lifts me up and carries me to his bedroom. I’m surprised that there are two beds. He lays me on the smaller one. Within seconds he has my panties off and goes straight to work on my clit with his tongue. I’m hot and dripping and ready for him. Our clothes come off – somehow.

He raises his head, mouth wet, and begins to slide his pole toward my waiting hole. ‘You need a condom,’ I whisper hoarsely. He rips it open and carefully but quickly rolls it over his shaft and smoothes it out. I open my legs wider to welcome him in, and oh how very welcomed he is. It’s been so long, I’m tight, but he very gently prizes his way in. When he’s fully in it becomes a roller coaster of pleasure, delight, bliss. He’s intent on showing me his best and I’m happy to receive it. Yes, we’re both intent on putting on our academy performance. After the hours, days, the week that seemed like an eternity of waiting, of a dam waiting to burst, here at last is release.

The urgency keeps us going for what seesm like hours. He’s bathed in sweat, like oil on his sculpted, muscular body. When he thrusts deep inside me with full force, I know heaven. There is no time, no space, no him, no me, just us, entwined in this dance of passion. He has me turning this way, that way, on my side, on the edge of the bed, legs open, legs closed, finger in his rear hole, in my rear hole. His fine, firm butt is taut and heavy and its thrust carries force.

There’s drama in our love-making. I scream, ‘Fuck me, fuck me.’ I called him beautiful, great, wonderful, fantastic. I scratch, bite, punch, go wild. I forget the gardener outside who must be grateful that the noise of his strimmer saves him from our sounds. He calls me baby, babes, gorgeous, Josi. I call him darling, lover, my love. Oh yes, there’s drama but there’s no laughter. His face is serious, intent, mine’s contorted from pain and pleasure. This is serious business.

He turns me onto my stomach, my legs spread like a chicken with broken hips and there he hits my spot. I scream so loudly he muffles me with a pillow. I come twice (or at least I think I do), I’m probably coming all the time and only notice the explosive peaks. My head’s full of him, my body absorbs him. We twist, we turn, our bodies rise and fall together. Here at last is the promise of the dance made real. ‘Work with me,’ he cajoles, ‘work with me,’ over and over as his thrusts become more rapid, deeper, ‘work with me baby, work with me, work with aaaahhh.’ He pulls out, rips off the condom and splashes his semen over my chest. He lays on me and we slide in his spunk; wet and sticky and spent.

‘Want to bathe?’ he asks.

‘Just hold me.’ I like his weight on me. It’s one of my little pleasures, feeling my man’s weight after we’ve made love. He obliges, his semen gluing us together. When I’m almost out of breath from his constant pressure, I agree to shower. He’s very playful. We laugh, wash each other, kiss, dry each other, get aroused all over again.

‘I’m starving.’

‘What do you want?’ His arms circle me from behind, he kisses my neck.

He has a strange mix in his fridge but I settle for cheese and mango and he heats up some soup he’s found. While he’s waiting for the soup to heat, he lifts me onto the worktop, parts my legs and tries to eat me. I’m flattered, it’s been a long time since I had kitchen sex but I’m hungry.

‘Feed me.’ I cup his face in both my hands, raise his head from my crotch and kiss him.

We eat. I feed him mango sticks, he feeds me soup. I feel at home with him.

He wants to make love on the dining table but I keep seeing Melissa and Darron sitting there. I can’t do it. Don’t want an audience. We head back to bed. He takes it slower this time, holding his thrusts, pulsing inside me. We’re more relaxed. The drama, the urgency now replaced by tenderness. He wants to know if I like it, if I like him. He calls my name over and over as if reassuring himself I’m real and in his bed.

‘Josi,’ he says in the quiet after the storm.

‘Hmmm,’ I’m drifting off.

‘You’re amazing. You have to stay with me. You can’t leave me now.’

I want to reassure him, to tell him I’ll always be there for him; but Richard and my other life is waiting.

Richard calls me later. He must be tapping in telepathically. He wants me to know he’s been to see the counsellor today. He admits that until now he’s resisted because he’s been convinced that no real harm was done to the boy as it was a one off. He wasn’t and isn’t interested in young boys, has no gay tendencies and only did it because he was drunk. He’s calling because the counsellor put him in the boy’s position, had asked him to experience it from the boy’s perspective. It’s stirred up all kinds of feelings inside him, he’s no one to talk to, is feeling down and emotionally raw.

Part of me is relieved that he’s finally made that connection, wants to reach out to him, let him know I understand his pain and will do all I can to help him. Another part’s angry he’s left it so late. Why now, when I’ve just broken my vows? I suggest he arranges another visit as soon as possible. I know he’s looking to me for the help he knows I give to others, but I can’t be his coach, his counsellor. Things may come up that I’d find impossible to be impartial about. I can’t detach myself enough to be of any professional use. This isn’t like helping him with his chocolate cravings or frog phobia. He needs someone else. I sense he’s not happy but he agrees to see Dr Patterson again soon.

I click the phone off and stare at the wall. The photos of him and the boys stare back at me. They fill the room. I close my eyes to shut them out and hear soft sobs. Covering my ears, I lay back on the bed, watching the ceiling fan go round and round.

Maybe I need a counsellor too.

Grant

She was supposed to be just something to take my mind off my situation. Now I can’t
stop thinking about her. She was so wild yesterday, the scratches on my back still sting when my T-shirt rub against them. I know Mel don’t believe that I went through some bushes without my shirt. But I feel she can get even wilder, can talk even nastier. Even Jeanette didn’t turn me on so much. I can’t work her out. Sometimes it like she pull down a screen and shut me out. Other times I feel so close, I touch every part of her. I can’t wait to see her again.

As soon as I drop Mel off at work I call her. Voicemail. ‘Hey, give me a call.’ It sound so little for what I’m feeling. I call her a few minutes later. Voicemail again. No point leaving another message.

Maybe she down the beach. If she running she won’t have her phone with her. I head down the beach, irritated with the traffic. I park by the side of the road, she can’t see me if I’m in the car park, that’s if she even looking out for me. I lean on the side of the car and check the beach. It busy this morning. It take me a good few minutes before I admit she not here.

I don’t want to go home. I’ll just see her on the bed. I have nothing special to do. I watch the beach. It thinning out as people leave. The Rastaman’s little group split up and he just training by himself. He doing press ups, supporting his hands on two big flat stones.

I’m just thinking of ringing her again when she ring. I put on my smooth relaxed voice and hope she can’t hear my excitement. ‘Hey. How goes it?’

‘I had a couple of missed calls from you.’

‘Yeah. I thought you’d be down the beach.’

‘No. Had a late night. Couldn’t make it today. Are you down there now?’

‘Yeah. Missing you.’

She laugh that deep teasing ha, ha, ha. ‘I only saw you a few hours ago.’

‘That’s a few hours too long. I was missing you the minute you leave.’ I sound like some geek in a romance story but I don’t care. I know she like that kind of stuff. She have a way with words that turn me on. Maybe I can do the same for her. She laugh again. ‘I’m serious.’ I enjoy her voice. My dick enjoying it too, he’s beginning to stir.

‘What you doing today?’

‘Is that an invitation?’

‘You want to spend some time with me?’

‘Where?’

‘Anywhere you like.’ I’m taking a risk because I hardly have any money. I’m hoping she want to come to the house again. Mel working late again today.

‘I’m going out with one of Kenny’s friends at 3 o’clock but I’m free till then. Where do you want to go?’

‘How about I call for you and we decide when I get there?’

‘I’m still in bed. I told you I had a late one.’

‘Then don’t get up. Let me come and join you.’

She laugh again. ‘Tell you what. Give me half an hour to get showered and grab some breakfast.’

‘Sure you don’t want me to join you?’

‘See you in half and hour.’

I put the phone back in my pocket. Yes Grant, you do your job good yesterday. You have to see if you can show her some more moves today. I watch the beach people a little longer before getting back in the car. Mel put half a tank of gas in this morning so I can drive Josi wherever she want, but I still hope she want to come home.

She wearing a lot of tight figure hugging green.

‘You look good enough to eat,’ I tell her. ‘Like candy. Want to give me a bite?’

‘You look pretty good yourself.’ I like the way she always notice. I kiss her. She smell of flowers and taste of cinnamon.

‘Where to?’

‘Anywhere.’

I have a friend who work at the bar at the Crane. He owe me a favour, says he can get me staff discount if I come up today.

‘What did you do last night?’ I ask her.

‘Oh, not much. Just stayed in and watched some TV.’

‘I played football.’

‘Did you take Darron?’

‘Yes Mam. I was following orders.’

‘They weren’t orders, merely suggestions, but I’m glad you did. How was it?’

‘Well, to be honest…’

‘What other way is there to be?’ she interrupt me.

‘… I really enjoy playing with him again.’

She squeeze my thigh but don’t say anything. It feel very comfortable with her. We listen to the radio and laugh when we hear “Wuk Up Pon It”.

I don’t tell her about the other things that happen last night, about Len or Mel.

‘Wow,’ she says as I turn off the main road. ‘This is beautiful, where are we?’

‘The Crane.’ I take a sideways look at her. Her eyes wide. I’m happy she like it. ‘One of my favourite place,’ I say, like I’m used to coming here every day.

‘One of? Where are the others?’

‘Anywhere on the island where you are.’

‘You’re a born flatterer.’ She laugh and try to give me a quick kiss on my lips, but I pull her in and kiss her hard. When she come up for air I tell her I had to get it in then because it will be a little too public inside.

I wave to Paulette on reception as we head to the bar. I check for Lou at the bar. He’s there.

‘What you drinking?’ I ask her.

‘I feel it should be a rum but its way too early,’ she says looking around her.

‘Who say it too early? You going to work?’

‘No but…’

‘Then I’ll get you a rum. Do you want coke with it?’

‘Yes.’

I glad she drinking rum. It’s one of the cheapest drinks here. She could be drinking Hennessey or champagne or something expensive. I walk across to Lou, busy polishing a bar already spotless. He stop and touch fists with me.