Every Heart (4 page)

As I enter her body, I grunt out in pleasure. It sounds barbaric, but I can’t help myself. Even though it’s only been a few days, it feels like a lifetime and I don’t stop moving ’til I’m all the way inside of her. Then bracing my weight above her, I claim her mouth and hold her face. Moving like I have so many times, only this time, it feels different. Like everything is fucked, but I know it’s just my mind again. I move a little faster, letting the pleasure take over and push me out of this world.

With my eyes tightly shut, I focus on our release. Except mine won’t come. That fucker standing in the hallway keeps creeping back up in my head. I fear this could be our last time together. She’s better now…she’s calm and has had time to come to terms with things. She’s got the medication to help as well and…I can’t keep going there. I won’t go there.

My eyes fly open and Arion…my beautiful Arion brings me back to reality. She’s moaning and close to letting go, I can tell by her noises. Her hand is around one of her nipples, pinching and pulling. Watching her like this puts me into my zone, exactly where I need to be.

Putting my hands into fists, I rest them at her sides so we can come together. Nothing or no one is going to stop me or take that away from me. Leaning up, she watches me and I watch her, pumping myself with speed in and out of her delicious cunt. She tightens and squeezes me, putting my body right on the edge of explosion. Her ivory tits bounce with each thrust. Her beauty is something else.

I’m so close, but I hold back ’til she lets go, working her over and over. She throws her head back. “Yes, baby, make me come,” she cries out in a fit of passion, followed by her signature orgasm sounds.

Right away, my body lets go, coming violently inside of her. I grunt like an animal slamming myself so deep. We relish in the pleasure before coming back to reality, and I take my time milking out every last drop of cum. With her eyes closed and her breathing heavy, I’m scared of what to do next. Afraid to move or speak, so I just lie down, leaving our bodies connected. My heart pounds rapidly, my head next to hers, and both of us are silent.

My breaths are shallow and heavy. Everything is so different. As much as I want to pretend that it’s not, it is. Everything that has happened worries me, and quite frankly I’m…scared…of the future. I’m scared of what has to be done. Clearly a decision has to be made, but how? How in the world do you choose between your past and your present?
God, please give me strength.

Bain’s body is on top of mine and his cock is still inside of me. This is my solitude, or it was. Up until Nate came back, being with Bain like this made everything better. Now as I lay here with him, I’m questioning everything. Everything that I once knew and was so sure of…is all gone. Jesus, I’d give anything to go back to how things were a few days ago, but I can’t. I can’t.

I waited months for Nate, practically a year, and now that a motherfucking miracle has brought him back to me, I don’t know what to do. Fear consumes me. I’m flooded by it. And the events of the other day just repeat themselves over and over in my head.

I loathe the decision ahead. It’s something that I never dreamt I’d have to do and I really don’t want to. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy, but it is there and in no way can be avoided. Since I fainted in the hallway, I’ve kept quiet. I know Bain wants me to tell him that everything is going to be all right, but I don’t know that it is. So I can’t give him false hope. It’s more like I need him to tell me that.

My mind is really all over the place. Spinning, racing, vying, and I just want it all to stop. The sex helped, like it always does, but I don’t want that kind of band-aid with Bain, not anymore. I don’t want to use our love or what we share in the wrong way, to hide what’s really going on.

Bain’s breathing has changed, so I know he’s asleep. Sleep might help me too. Right now, it might be my best course of action. Staying awake and battling my own mind isn’t going to do anything. So I close my eyes searching for the darkness, but it doesn’t come.

Nate is alive. Fuck, he’s alive and I have no clue how it’s possible. I know right now I can’t make a decision to save my life, there is too much to process. So I fight through the ugliness that is haunting me, off to my special place, a place with Bain, a place that I always find peace in. Taking my mind back to the moment I saw him on the plane. The joy I felt running to him was indescribable and I need that again. Then I get a flash of Nate down on one knee when he proposed and I know from now on my special place will never be the same. There is adoration in Nate’s eyes, as he looks up at me. I visualize it clear as day. Fuck, this is all too much to handle. I pray for answers and sleep. Thankfully it’s not long before sleep takes over.

“I don’t know about that, Mom. She’s just…not the same. She’s…she’s quiet.” I hear Bain in the distance. When no one responds to him, I realize he’s on the phone.

I blink a few times, trying to pull my bearings together and listen. As much as I know I shouldn’t, I can’t help myself. It may give me a glimpse into his head and where he is mentally. As this point I need all the help that I can get to make a decision like this.

“I don’t know what will help.”

He exhales loudly. I can hear the sound of the coffee pot brewing in the kitchen. The sun is bright, shining in all of the windows and I wish today was supposed to be as we had planned for our weekend before the…what should I call it?…incident. No electronics or contact with anyone, just us.

“Don’t you think I thought about that?” His tone is a bit agitated, then he whispers, “I’d fucking marry her if I thought it would help things.”

My heart stops, shocked at his words. We’ve never discussed marriage, so I can’t believe that is what he just said. I really shouldn’t be surprised. I know that Bain and I have so many plans for the future, but marriage hasn’t come up yet.

I continue to listen, even though I know it’s so wrong. I just can’t stop.

“That’s not how she is, Mom,” his voice is laced with annoyance and a hint of emotion.
He’s crying.
Fuck, I have to figure out what to do. Suddenly he is very far away and I hear the click of the patio door shut. I sit up and look through the condo. His gorgeous frame is standing outside, leaning over the balcony railing. Maybe talking to him can help me decide what in the world I am supposed to do. I get up and find my clothes scattered about the room. Seeing them like this reminds me of the time we shared last night. I put them back on and head right towards Bain. We have to talk about things. I can’t go on like this anymore.

Thankfully he is no longer on the phone. He’s resting back on one of our lounge chairs with his arm draped over his eyes, wearing only a pair of his underwear. The second the door clicks when I close it, he sits up looking at me. It’s a warm summer morning, the sun baking our patio and us. Bain wipes away his tears when he sees me and it kills me that he’s so upset. He opens his arms to me. I go to him, sitting between his legs. He smells divine like always, mixing up my brain and making it hard to think.

“Did I wake you?” he asks.

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” I respond, trailing my fingers over his tattooed chest, as my head rests comfortably on him.

“Are you okay today?” he asks me.

Shaking my head, I look at him and say, “I don’t know, Bain. I just don’t know what I am, or what to do.”

“I know, baby, I feel the same way.”

Looking at him for the answers, I ask, “What would you do?”

“Oh, baby, I can’t answer that. I’m biased.”

Clinging to him, I hold on, afraid that I’m going to lose what we have. Then the words that have been haunting me for the last three days leave my mouth of their own accord. “I’m scared.”

“I know. I’m fucking petrified, baby.” He strokes my hair saying, “I can’t lose you, Arion. I don’t want to unfairly ask you to choose me, but I cannot fucking lose you.” His voice cracks and he holds me as tight as he ever has.

“I don’t want that either.”

Then Nate crosses my mind and my heart hurts. Nate. I have to see him. I can’t avoid the situation forever. Thinking of him gives me a different feeling than what I share with Bain. With Nate, there is a sense of security – safety. And with Bain, there is nothing but pure, raw desire and passion. I love them both but on two totally different levels. My stomach turns thinking of the differences and knowing that I have to decide.

“Arion, I know you have the world’s hardest decision to make, and I don’t know what’s going through your mind. But I’m begging you with everything inside of me to put into consideration how good we have things. We have come so far, and our life is amazing.”

“I know, Bain. Trust me, I love our life and you. But I also can’t ignore the fact that Nate is alive and once upon a time he was my future, and he and I shared what you and I have.”

We sit silent for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything. I know that my words hurt him, but I have to be honest with him. I’ll always be honest with Bain, no matter how bad it hurts.

“I need your help deciding what to do. I have to talk to Nate, as much as I want to act like this never happened. I’m completely lost as to what to do and I know you can’t tell me…but I want to make sure that you know what’s going on.”

“I know. I know you have to talk to him and I don’t want to be the one to tell you that you can’t, because he
was
your first love and you both had planned a future together. But I truly think as long as you follow your heart with this, we
will
stay together. I’m sure you have so many unanswered questions. Like I do, so I can’t tell you how to handle things. Because if I did or if I was really being honest, I would…” he trails off without finishing his sentence.

I have a pretty good idea of what he is going to say. My heart aches thinking of his earlier words.
I’d fucking marry her.
Jesus, what am I supposed to do?

“Maybe you should call Nate’s mom or dad and talk to them?” Bain suggests. “They’ve been like parents to you.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

“Do you wanna head in and eat breakfast? You need to take your medicine.”

“Sure,” I respond, completely forgetting that I now have to take something daily. I stand and he reaches for me, standing himself.

We head inside and I lie on the couch. I can tell Bain wants everything to get back to normal, but in the back of my mind, the thought of Nate is knocking and I know it won’t go away ’til I see him, or better yet, make a decision of what to do. Bain comes back handing me my phone. I take it from him, not sure what to do with it.

Deep down, I love Bain so much. I really do, but I
have
to see Nate. My heart is telling me that and I’m so scared that seeing him is going to evoke all sorts of emotions and feelings inside of me. Feelings that…I’m not sure what to do with.

Unlocking my phone, there are a few texts from Aubrey, so I text her back,
Sorry, I haven’t been in contact much. My mind is a mess. Could we do lunch?

Right away she responds,
Of course. I’m just going to throw this out there though ’cause I can’t imagine the shit storm going through your brain. Why don’t you come stay with me for a while for a clear perspective on the situation?

I think about her text and listen to my voicemail. There’s just one and I’m shocked when I hear Jeff’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Arion, Nate told me what he did. I’m sorry that Barb and I didn’t tell you sooner. We had intended to, but…Barb is really sick. She’s in bad shape right now, and that’s part of the reason why Nate showed up at your place. He wanted you to know and we couldn’t bear to tell you ourselves. Plus, I knew if you came to the house that it would spill the secret, that Nate was alive. Anyways, it’s all out in the open now. We should talk, call me. I hope you’re doing better.”

Setting my phone down, I feel uneasy about the news. Barb is sick? What does that mean? Picking up my phone without thinking, I dial Jeff.

It rings and rings and rings. Finally, he answers. “Hey, how are you?”