My Bet Is You

by Manuela Ricci

  I do not want it to be this, it's time, our time, but I know how it feels to want to escape with the mind, if only for a few minutes.

  So do not pay attention to his voice and bottom slide. I raise just the shirt in blue and white shores, the fingertips tickle his belly flat, his eyes observe my fingers moving over her in circular gestures, I want to impress upon this moment, I want to impress her so indelibly, as if before now, there had never been any.

  The mouth rests on the abdomen, where the rolls her tongue around her navel. The hips rise coming on meeting serro the jaw to feel the desire to come to life inside me, slide up the fabric of the jeans that wrap around the thighs.

  He kneels between her legs, nailing my gaze to his eyes against the eye, and depriving myself of withdrawing it from the knitting head, throwing in a corner of the room, bringing their attention on her. Hands reach the first button of his jeans, my eyes continue to say: I'm here for you, I'll stay, you're my everything.

  "I love small, but now, now I just think it's only you to feel good."

  I let slip the fabric of the trousers along the legs, followed by my kisses that accompany the gesture. Every flap of skin that turns, collides with my mouth that affects her, the whirlwind of emotions flowing through his veins.

  I feel it throbbing inside me as if he had total possession of my body. Free her legs, slender, toned stand in front of me mozzandomi the breath in my throat as to be perfect, hands trap the thighs that seem to fit together like this if it was their place forever.

  I scan on her with a look that touches in all its forms, to dwell in the center of his universe, hidden by a black lace piece.

  "Fuck," I grunt, yanking with arrogance towards me, to the edge of the bed. The teeth sinking into her lower lip I fuck the brain, preventing any thought try to give yourself the space, it's not her. The hard-faced, thumbs fit the sides of the fabric, touching her curvy hips.

  His tongue, which wets the fleshy mouth and spoken, is all that I need to understand that I must and will continue. The rustling fabric along her pale skin, little shivers flowing under my hands. Kiss the inside of the ankle, before rising along the calf, delay on the crease of the knee, I feel the muscles contract, I smile, and raggiugo the inner thigh where I feel startled pleasure.

  The hands are intertwined in my hair, guiding me exactly where I want. I get lost, losing every piece of myself, the language of her shakes his body. Strong Blow her bud, feeling turgid and eager in his mouth.

  "Logan ... Oh ... Log ..." The words died in my throat, intensify them every gesture, increasing the pressure at that point that makes her squirm. The fingers slide into his flesh, hot and humid, I remain fascinated by his subdued moans that fill the room, as trafiggendomi blades cropping my breath in my throat.

  "Come for me baby," almost implore you, sinking once again my fingers into her, feeling her walls twitch under my touch is his voice that pronounces my name, the only sound I want to hear forever. She sews her, I roll in my chest, and sweeps into oblivion Swallowing me that sucks, snatching it from the reality that surrounded her until this moment.

  I lay beside her drawing her to me, his chest rises and falls even irregularly, breath whip me naked torso, his cheek pressed against it.

  "You too ... now for me you're becoming my all." I hiss, and those words anesthetize me.

  "It's all right," I promise, kissing her hair, nods weakly, before bursting into tears. I bite the inside of his cheek squeezing even stronger to me,

  the other hand is tightened into a fist, for the hell I feel almost choked me. Rest quietly listening to her tears that bathe my skin, marchiandomi of his pain, to see me only hear the silence that surrounds us.

  I look at his face, the eyelids flutter, but finally seems to have fallen asleep. I could not ask her, I can not force her, she must be trying to get rid of everything. I close my eyes, trying to fall into a sleep that makes me forget this day, even if she is here by my side, close in my arms, it does not change the fact that tomorrow will continue to run away, to hide from his past.

  We are a tangle of arms, legs and hot, which may burn down whole ocean, as for the passion, manages to merge into one another.

  The sun filters through the balcony glass, slowly pulled back a lock of hair falling on his face, I stop for a moment to observe it, he sleeps peacefully, and slipped out of bed. I pick up from the floor the shirt, and wear it on my way to the door shut behind me.

  I go down to the kitchen, where I Blaze, I walk to the coffee machine, he is resting back of the fridge.

  "How is she?" He asks. Start the machine, open the cabinets and pulled out two cups.

  "Still asleep" I tell him. I can not tell if it's good or not, because I do not know either.

  "Did he at least said what happened?"

  Towards the steaming coffee into cups, the smell fills the room.

  "She was not ready to talk about" short cut. "And when you think it will?" The scocco look.

  "I do not know, man, what's the problem?" Bark, without realizing it.

  "Maybe the fact that you do not know who you are by your side," she says. Sketch a sideways grin.

  "You think you know who he really is Tia, only so that it gets to bed?" I challenge him.

  He contracts his jaw, slamming the cup of his coffee on the peninsula marble. "It's different. She has a secret he keeps hidden me, "retorts me, silhouetted hard-nosed against me.

  "Seriously? Are you convinced? State-by-case together? "I am seething with rage, he began to analyze my relationship with Carrie, it's true, I do not know anything about her, and to me, by the time enough to know what he is willing to show me. Blaze reduces the eyes to slits, repeatedly shaking his head.

  "You know what I say? Fuck Johnson. Fuck "He turns his back, and as soon as it leaves the kitchen, I see Carrie, standing near the stairs. I portray her lips into a thin line, fitting my gaze with her, I do not know how long he was there to listen.

  "I was ... I was making coffee." Advances towards me wearing my jersey of the workouts, I like how my wrap the fabric, soft scivolandole on the curves.

  "He's right, is worried about you. No ... I do not know Logan, you do not know what happened to me and ... "wander the table and reach, shortening each distance, but above the subsiding of his words flow.

  "I do not know you, but do you think we can really get to know someone through? We all have our secrets, our past, our shadows, but you know what I see in you every time I look at you? "I ask.

  The breath becomes short, framed her face in her hands.

  "What?" She whispers, blowing one millimeter from my lips.

  "Carrie pain, just pain, and this will not hurt anyone but yourself."

  He swallows hard, then fasten his arms around his neck, leaning to be at its height press my forehead against his. "I'm here, I'm not going anywhere," I promise. I hear her shudder.

  "Do not make promises you can not keep," mumbles with a broken voice.

  "I'm not promising anything Carrie, it's just the truth. Not

  I'm going to go anywhere, "he says, wiping his nose on his.

  The phone ringing startled both by our bubble. The extension from his pants pocket, fixed the display, and start the call, I knew that sooner or later he called me. I mention Carrie, give me a minute, and I go into the living room.

  "Hey grandfather." I know exactly what you want to tell me, as I know you will not lose time doing it.

  "Did he accidentally gone off his brain?" I open the door window overlooking the pool garden. "That empire was to pass in your hands one day. I can not believe you did that! "Reproaches me.

  I exhale loudly, trying to break free from the sense of oppression that all that life had given me, until I did not have left behind.

  "He did not leave me no choice, you know how he is, he is your son," I remind him.

  I pants, and I guess behind his desk with his walking stick leaning against the chair.

  "I know that, so I wanted that one day, what I have
built and your grandmother, it was up to you, and not the son of his new girlfriend. It could happen this Logan, and the name of Johnson, that for which I have sacrificed everything would be lost. Anyway, I want you here for lunch, we still need to keep up appearances. "

  I nod, although he can not see me, yeah, I forgot appearances, my father is getting married soon and I can not fail to have, we will end up on all the tabloids. I wonder how the news of my outburst in his office not already spread rapidly.

  "I'll be there," I reassure him. I hang up and return home, the twins are sitting at the table with Carrie, covers his mouth with a chuckle. I take only a few seconds to enjoy this image of her so beautiful and carefree.

  "You have commitments?" I wonder making my entrance.

  "Maybe go to school," retorts sarcastically, put my hands in my pockets, I press my shoulder against the door jamb.

  "Have you ever been to Two Harbors?"

  He shakes his head in denial. Lex snaps at me.

  "Grandfather called?" My grandfather knows all too well my boys, last summer we spent a whole week, in his villa on the island of Catalina.

  "Yes, Grandpa called, by the book," I say. Carrie looks confused.

  "I'll take just see where I spent most dell'estati when I was a child. I have to solve the issues, my grandfather will drive you insane. "

  I know you will tell me no, so do not insist when I look up from my chair, heading for the stairs. He stops at my side, rising on tiptoe.

  "All right quarterback. Go to Catalina Island, "she whispers in my ear.

  When it lowers, his smile comes to my heart as a crash which I can not escape. I smile, clasping his hands to his back and into my room. He deprives of my shirt, and gets back his things, with a simplicity that almost disoriented me.

  He turns over his shoulder, rolls up the mesh for infilarsela from the head.

  "What are you watching Johnson?" Winks mischievously, stuns me the glint emitting his eyes that come to me. "You, only you, Murphy," I reply, nailed against the wall. Cheeks take color, and bends down to put on his shoes.

  "I have to go to the Hill, and change." I go to the dresser to pick up clean clothes, the hand feels the damn envelope, and lock me holding my breath.

  "You heard Logan?" Reminds me Carrie. I have to get rid of just returning from Catalina. "Yes Yes sure".

  I grab the first things I throw the captain, and I sling in the bathroom for a quick shower.

  When I leave, she is on the terrace, with tousled hats by the sea breeze. The cingo by life, by joining her back to my chest.

  "How are you?" I whisper in his ear. "You know, I do not know, it's all confusing, but there is only one thing that is clear to me at this time." I lean to the side to watch his gaze is lost in the waves in front of us.

  "What?" Breath against her skin, that somehow wears my perfume.

  "I'm fine when I'm with you," he confesses, looking down.

  I feel the blood pumping through his veins faster, with the index finger and thumb grabbed his chin tilting toward me, his lips are engraved in her. We kiss slowly, as if it were the first time he felt its flavor. But not only this, something has changed between us, I feel it is starting to trust me, I'm coming in small steps into his world, which looks only to be swallowed by not help it return.

  Carrie

  We detach almost out of breath, my eyes can penetrate easily in her, in which I read all the silent promises that seeks to impress upon my heart. It is not easy to trust, it is not easy to believe him, and yet, in her arms is the only place I want to stay. We have not talked about what happened tonight, he does not know how important and special to me.

  It's been too long since I let myself go, and with him was simple. Seeing him between my legs with biceps that flickered as he held me down to the thighs, it was like re-emergence for the first time. I breathed deeply, I let her perfume inebriasse my breath, that his burning skin against mine, until I completely lose control of myself.

  Right now, his words could not myself clearer: it is just water. If I were swimming there, though I did my best to stay afloat, perhaps I not drown once.

  We turn to Westwood, aboard the twin car, all the way that separated me from the Hill, the head took to swirl the memories of Scottie, what he has done and the time when I kept him hidden, and I trusted him, my brother.

  "We're here." Logan's voice comes almost muffled my ears.

  "I'm in a hurry," I say, opening the door. "You want to go with you?"

  He leans towards me who are already out of the car. I shake my head and I headed to the main entrance door. I do not have time to make the first flight I see Scottie down the stairs hurriedly. The hand closes in a vise around the iron railing, feeling the pain I hold in the palm.

  "What are you doing here?" He barked, "I thought I was clear enough. We and I we closed! "

  Repeat those words hurt me for the second time with the same intensity.

  "I ... I was Tia," he explains with a simple shrug. Furrowed his forehead and confused, the walk past, splashing up towards the second floor and open the door in a crash.

  "Tell me that's not how I think?" Tia bites his lip, puts on a shirt, and then sink sitting on the bed, her hands cover her face in shame. "I do not know how it happened ... I ..." mutters barely. I close the door behind me in a dull thud that cleaves the air.

  "Fuck Tia, what are you doing?" I run my hands through his hair, I can not really believe she's gone to bed with him.

  "It was in pieces Carrie, I do not know what happened between you, but it was really bad, and ..." I opened my mouth, unable to issue a single breath, I'm too disgusted by it all. His hand grabs my arm, I turned away a scrollandomela step off.

  "When Blaze called me to tell me they had found you. He was here, I told him that I could not reach it, I had to study, I do not know what came over me. We found ourselves talking about the time we spent together, and ... "He rubs the back of his hand on his cheek, where a line of mascara smudged surrounds her profile.

  "Carrie are you okay?" Logan knocks on the door, I know that if I did get would understand what happened here, so I decide to take time.

  "Yes, just a minute and finish." Tia, miming with his mouth a thank you, but I do not know, do not do it for her, but for Blaze. Logan would not be able to lie to him. I refresh the fly, put on my jeans and a sleeveless blouse, and crept out of our room without looking my best friend of a single glance.

  I can not believe that he really did.

  "I saw Scottie exit the student and ..." I stare into his eyes and I see his eyes change, his face changing expression. "What?" Press him.

  "I should have told you before," he scratches his head, sighing loudly, "Yesterday, when I could not find you I was by Scottie."

  The floor disappears from beneath their feet, and I would fall on deaf ears, a feeling of nausea comes over me as I think of what I could tell him.

  "What did you say?" I panicked, I hold her arms around my chest, before collapsing, before all this I am trying in vain to hold together is shattered in a snap.

  "She just said I hurt, and I did not want to know anything. Carrie, look at me. "His hand grazes my cheek curve, without realizing it, I looked nailed on the tip of my shoes, terrified that my mistakes are exploded in the face. I turn toward him.

  "When you're ready, you do it yourself." I know he is sincere, and not about all his patience.

  "And if I'd never ready?" He asked. He smiles, stroking a lock of my hair.

  "One day I'll be small, you'll see. Let's go."

  I follow him right off the Hill. "Danny's what he told you?"

  calls, starts the engine by making a SGAS to exit from the parking areas.

  "I explained to him that I had some business to solve, was very understanding." I sent a message to my head as we were heading in Westwood. I do not dare to return to work, I still need some time, to pretend that he's not back in my life, that Scottie has not sold me.

  "It's not so bad, 'says Logan, ont
o the coast to the port of Santa Monica.

  "Who?" I ask, not understanding. His hand pressed on my knee. "Danny's, it's not so bad, pretending to break the balls but in reality, and a good man."

  I nod losing myself with his eyes on the landscape flanking us. The sun reflected in the ripples of the waves, surfers who challenge them to cavalcarne as possible, and a lot of tourists who watch this place like it's almost unreal, and in part it is. Los Angeles is charming, I have not had the opportunity to visit it all, but every street, every neighborhood tells the story that makes this city one of the great hopes, where people from all over the country arrives here to fulfill their dream.

  Shortly after We park along the pier, just now, as I get off the car known his name in large letters posted on the wall. When it's just you and him, I forget what his world is actually a vast universe for me.

  The boat takes us on Catalina Island, a small island which is half an hour from the coast, I do not know what to expect once we're at the home of his grandfather, maybe I should not have come, but I felt the urgency in his application, as if he was asking me explicitly not to leave him alone, and I could never, not after finally admitted to myself how you feel about him.

  As soon as we arrive, we hold out his hand to help me down the ladder, the boat sways and almost collapsed on him, both burst out laughing, a limousine joins us. A man in a dark suit

  descends from the driver's side, slips off the hair on his head as a greeting.

  "Mr. Johnson, welcome back," he says. Logan smiles. "Hello Luke, how are you?" Luke opened the door for me, inviting me to sit. I've never been in a car like that, my butt has never laid on a skin so soft that it is almost a divine pleasure.

  My eyes dart inside and taking in every detail. From finishing burr, small lights that flank the entire sunroof glass, the service bar, affixed to the small TV in the corner of the big seat in front of us.

  "Everything okay?" Logan asks me intertwining his fingers with mine, he is so at ease in the midst of all this, but I feel like you're walking on eggshells. I had noticed his villa, but perhaps, with boys making it almost normal, I do not minded that much.