LOVING HER SOUL MATE (27 page)

“I’m all right,” she said.

“Not here, you won’t be.
 
Not yet.
 
Stay with me for a few days, until you’re sure.”

But Shay still balked.
 
“I have to face it someday.”

“But not today you don’t.”

Shay,
however was still
unsure.
 
“I promise you, Shay, going over
to my place isn’t going to be scandalous in any way.
 
I just want you to feel safe right now.
 
Being with me will ensure that.”

Shay knew what he spoke was the truth.
 
And the idea of so much as walking through
that front door would be too painful to bear right now.
 
She nodded her head.
 
“Okay,” she said, and John cranked back up,
and backed back out.

ELEVEN

They entered the big, quiet home in Dale’s Pointe
hopeful but drained.
  
It was a
beautifully furnished home and Shay suspected it was probably his ex-wife’s
taste.
 
But she couldn’t afford to worry
about that right now.
 
She was still
getting her own bearings back.
 
John knew
it too, and wanted to immediately make her feel at home.

“I’ll show you to your room,” he said to her.
 
He had her suitcase in his hand as they
walked up the wooden staircase to the second floor landing.
   
The master bedroom was at the end of the hall
and John wanted her there, in his room.
 
In his bed.
 
But he
knew it had to be her choice.

“Would you like to stay in my room, or the guest
room?” he asked her.

Shay knew that John’s ex-wife once lived in this
home, and undoubtedly once slept in that master bed.
 
She looked at John.
 
“The guest room,” she said.

John understood.
 
He walked her to the large guest room and sat her luggage on the
bed.
 

“Nice room,” she said.

“Thank-you.
 
So,” he said, rubbing his hands together,
attempting to relax her and ease her distress, “would you like to get some
rest, or maybe I can get fix us something to eat?”

“I would like to soak in a tub, actually, if that’s
okay?”

“Of course,” he said, looking down her body.
 
“You undress and I’ll prepare your
bath.”
 

It had been over six weeks since he last touched
her, and he was aching to do it again.
 
But he wasn’t about to pressure her right now.
 
He was just so happy to have her out of the
hospital that nothing else mattered.
 
He
headed for the adjacent bathroom.
 

Shay exhaled and began removing her clothes.
 
She still felt uneven, as if her life had
suddenly stopped and took a dramatically different course.
 
One day she was going fine, things were
actually looking up, and the next moment she was fighting for her life.
 
Thanks to that fool Ronnie Burk!
 
She exhaled again.
 
Nothing she could do about it now, she
thought, as she grabbed the oversized bathrobe on the back of the closet door,
and put it on.

John was seated on the edge of the tub, his legs
crossed, his suit coat off, and his shirt sleeves rolled up.
 
When Shay entered the room she could see his
gun and holster on the doubled-sink vanity counter as he ran his hand through
her slowly filling bubbled-bath water.
 

“A bubble bath,” she said as she began walking
further into the bathroom, “thanks.”

John looked at her and smiled when he saw her in
his oversized robe.
 
“It fits you
beautifully,” he joked.

Shay laughed.
 
“It smells just like you.”

“Ouch!”

“No, I didn’t mean it like that.
 
I love your smell,” she admitted.
 
“Nothing to ouch about
there.”

John loved her smell too.
 
He knew exactly what she meant.
 
Then he stood up and reached out his
hand.
 
Shay walked over to him.
 
He untied the robe and slowly removed it, his
big blue eyes feasting on her naked body.
  
She didn’t have a scratch on her, nor her face anymore, as if that
terrible assault never took place.
 
John
was pleased that she had no outward signs, he was very grateful.
 
But he knew inwardly she was still reeling.

He held her hand as she stepped into the garden
tub.
 
“Thank-you so much, John,” she said
heartfelt, “for everything.”

John smiled.
 
Kissed her on the mouth.
 
“Take your time,” he said as she sat
down.
 
“I’ll see what I can scrounge up
for dinner.
 
Call me if you need me.”

And he was gone.
 
He was going to give her time to decompress before they launched right
back into the sexual side of their love affair, and he knew she appreciated
that.

But it wasn’t easy.
 
John’s dick was throbbing when he removed her robe, and still aching for
attention as he made his way into the kitchen.
 
It had been an exhausting six weeks for both of them.
 
And today was no less exhausting.
 
For him it was his first day as chief of
police, which was emotionally exhausting in and of
itself
,
and she was just released from the hospital after a month-and-a-half long
stint.
 
They both needed to decompress.

John’s cell phone rang just as he pulled out a
carton of eggs and a bag of spinach.
 
It
was Craig Yannick, requesting permission to haul in a young man they believed
was responsible for a shooting a few nights ago.
 
Unlike McNamara, John wasn’t giving carte
blanche to any of his detectives until he had a better handle on what each one
was up to.
 
They therefore were ordered
today to run every major bust by him first.
 
Especially if it involved drugs or a homicide.
 

After requesting and getting the details on why
they wanted to bring in the young man, John gave the go-ahead.
 
And hung up the phone.
 
He then looked at the food he had taken out,
thought better of it, and poured, instead, two glasses of red wine and headed
back upstairs.
 
But as soon as he began
approaching the guest bathroom, he stopped in his tracks.
 
Shay was in the tub, leaned back, her elbow
on the tub’s rim with her hand rubbing her forehead, crying.

When John saw her he hesitated.
 
It was all floating back still, he
thought.
 
So he cleared his throat, to
alert her of his presence, and entered talking.

“I thought this would be a good pick-me up,” he
said as he entered.

Shay immediately sat erect and wiped her tears
away.
 
She even tried to smile but
failed.
 
And when she
looked up and into John’s eyes, his attempt at levity fell flat, too.

He handed her a glass of wine.
 

“Thanks,” she said, gladly accepting it.
 
For her it was just what the doctor ordered.

But John wasn’t satisfied at all.
 
She’d been
crying,
that much he knew was clear.
 
And he
couldn’t just toast her, have a drink with her, and leave, that much he knew
too.
  
He therefore sat his glass of wine
on the vanity counter, and began to undress.

Shay noticed what he was doing as she sipped her
wine.
 
She still felt so stressed that
she didn’t know if his obvious decision to get in the tub with her would be
welcomed.
 
She didn’t see how anything
short of completely erasing what Ronnie had done to her would do her any good.
 
But she didn’t dissuade him, either.
 
His hands had a calming effect on her.

And that was what John was banking on as he
stripped naked, retrieved his glass of wine, and got in the tub with Shay.

He sat behind her, placing her body in front of
his, and for well over fifteen minutes they didn’t try to do anything but sip
wine and relax.
  
John didn’t ask her why
was she crying, and Shay didn’t ask why did he decide to bring her wine.
 
They just decided that both questions
contained obvious answers that weren’t worth the effort to ask.
 
They just wanted to relax.

And they did, for over fifteen minutes.
 
Until Shay grabbed the bottle of soap and
poured the liquid into her hand.
 
That
move alone changed the entire atmosphere of the room because, as soon as she
began to bathe herself, awareness crept in.
 
John became hyper-alert to her back against his front, to the upper part
of her ass against his penis, to her flat stomach underneath the arm he had
around her waist.
 
To
her.
 

And as John began to expand, Shay, too, became
hyper-alert to his growing erection, and his arm around her waist, and his rock
hard body she was resting against.
 
And
when John sat her glass and his on the bathroom floor, and took over the
bathing, they both understood where it was leading.
 
His hand caressed rather than bathe her.
  
He moved along her arms and then her stomach
and then all across her breasts.
 

That was when Shay leaned back, when he began
massaging her breasts, lathering them, squeezing and rubbing them. By the time
he moved down her body, to her womanhood, she was aching for his touch.
 

And he touched her.
 
He lathered her outside, circling her folds and then slowly, expertly,
moving two of his fingers inside of her.
  
Shay’s body pressed against John’s when one hand continued fondling her
breast and the other hand fingered her, as the sensual feelings of both ends of
his massages began to give her an adrenalin rush.
 
And when those same fingers began to glide in
and out of her, making her so wet inside she could hear his fingers immersed in
her saturation, she closed her eyes.
 
And just relaxed to his glide, to his breast squeezes, to his
expertise.

John, too, was feeling the adrenalin rush.
 
It had been so long since he was last able to
touch her like this that he thought he was going to wear out his hands.
 
He couldn’t stop fingering and fondling
her.
 
His fingers, in fact, became so
saturated with her wetness that he had to lift her body slightly, off of his
rock hard penis, before he came right then and there.
 
Neither had planned to go down this road, not
this soon, but both knew now that there would be no turning back.

And when his fingering and fondling became too
much, and he was almost near the spilling point, he lifted her, wrapped his arm
underneath her thighs, and slid his dick deep inside of her wet pussy.
 
They both let out a sigh so loud that it
sounded as if they had synchronized their response.
 
But it wasn’t something they planned.
 
It was something they had: chemistry.
 
Because they were completely in synch as he
fucked her, as his dick moved deeper and deeper into her in slow, arching
movements that left both of them full, but craving more.

And it continued.
 
He went up into her harder and harder, longer and longer.
 
The only thing they wanted to feel was dick
on pussy.
 
They didn’t want
talk,
they didn’t want any other fondling.
 
Just dick on pussy.
 
And that was what they got, for ten, fifteen,
twenty minutes of fucking.
 
Straight fucking.
 
Nothing else.
 
John’s
body was so filled with sensations that his head lobbed back and his stomach muscles
stretched to support his gyrations.
 

And Shay.
 
Words could not express how much she was
burning with desire as he fucked her.
 
She reached her hand behind her, and touched the side of his face,
thanking him for giving her this moment of pleasure that, for the time being,
completely eclipsed all of her painful memories.
 
She felt nothing but his love, his dick, her
pussy tightening around every inch of his massive rod.
 
It was all feeling.
  
It was all in the moment.
 
It was exactly what she needed.