“I know, now undress for me,” he demanded, leaning back on the bed, enjoying the burlesque show. Good God, he loved to look at her! Long raven hair, draping over the sides of her silky shoulders, her soft supple complexion mixed over her honey-toned skin. Her eyes, Good God, how he loved her eyes! Hazel, mesmerizing, shades of brown, blue and green. The attribute he loved most about Amber was her natural beauty. She never wore make up, her eyelashes were always dark, her lips and cheeks always covered in a pink hue, her face so trouble-free and lustrous—his wife was radiant day or night.
Amber started to blush and then slowly unraveled her sarong; underneath was a new turquoise-blue bathing bikini, but kept it on until she took her top off. Untying it slowly, she watched in delight as a sense of triumph arose when she noticed her husband’s eyes transform from yellow-green to a deep dark emerald. She eyed his body up and down as his legs grew wide and his erection rose to the opportunity. Amber then slowly peeled down her bikini top to expose her luscious generous breasts and tackled him rolling their bodies romantically over the bed.
*****
That night on the beach, the twosome finally made it out of the bungalow and lay down side by side on lounge chairs, dipping their toes in the crystal blue water watching the sun about to set.
“Tell me about Peyton,” Amber asked softly, reaching over to caress a few strands of Eduardo’s hair that mussed up his gorgeous face.
Peyton Enrique Sanchez, age two, was an extension of their love and the miracle that brought their involvement full circle. He was born to Amber and Eduardo while Amber was still unconscious. It had been a miracle that she was even expectant at all for Amber suffered from endometriosis and was scheduled to have a hysterectomy when she and Eduardo had their traumatic fight causing her to lie in a coma for sixteen months.
“Tell me about my son.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Has it been hard? Raising him, without me?”
“Your mother has been very helpful.”
“Really? My mother?” Amber said astonished, disbelieving the facts as he relayed them to her. Her last heart-to-heart conversation with her mother ended with Sheila being displeased about their affair and that she thought Eduardo had been using her to suit his ego.
“Let me tell you something about your mother,” Eduardo voiced, stroking his wife’s fingers over and over. “Your mother is a Godsend. She amazes me with how much life she’s lived and how much she knows and what a big heart she has. I love your mother and our son does too.”
“Really? How so?”
“Peyton lights up like a firefly when he’s around her,” he gushed, holding Amber’s hand tight. “She plays with him, and he responds to her gentleness; she really is a great-grandmother,” he let go, thinking of his own mother and father at that moment.
“And your mom, have you spoken to them yet?”
Eduardo closed his mouth and then gazed out toward the ocean. “No,” he thought sadly, “They haven’t forgiven me yet,” he paused, swallowing some spit of shame, “It’s going to take some time. Our family values are unwavering and deep.”
Amber was insulted and laughed, “Oh yeah? Just because my mother has been married quite a few times, that automatically makes our values lesser than yours?”
Eduardo thought about it for a moment and then laughed along with her, “No, I didn’t mean it that way, what I meant was that my mother and father are not as liberal as your mother is and not as forgiving. It will take some healing, but I think she’ll soften with time. She’s gonna wake up one morning and realize she’s missed out on knowing another grandchild and she’ll be curious.”
“Do you think she’ll really want to see him?”
“Yah, she loves all her nieces and nephews and I’m sure my Aunt’s are all bothering her with their curiosity and gossip and it will definitely spark some kind of interest.”
“And you? My husband, my love? Finally a full-time parent; unselfish and considerate?”
Eduardo smirked. “Our son,” he surged, reaching over to Amber and moving her hair away from her shoulder, “Is amazing and surprises me every day. Sometimes late at night, when I’m unable to sleep, I go into Peyton’s room and sit there and stare at him,” he said, leaning over her and grabbing her hand away from his face to intertwine his fingers within hers. “I still can’t believe he’s ours.”
“I still can’t believe I was pregnant,” Amber declared.
“Me either. I’ll never forget watching him grow inside you. The doctor’s all kept telling your mother and me that you would suffer a miscarriage, but you didn’t. Peyton grew strong within your womb and now’s he’s just...precocious.”
“Oh yah? How so?”
“Like I said, the boy is remarkable,” he pronounced, lifting his jaw up to the sky. “He began talking at seven months and started to walk when he was nine; you’ve met him, he’s so smart—he wants to be a doctor.”
Amber started to laugh, “A doctor, already? How do you know?”
“Oh I know, he’s always taking care of his stuffed animals, carrying around a little pad of paper and a pen, the boy is so focused. Mrs. Lopez is already speaking Spanish to him, and he’s already conversing with her.”
“Wonderful, you mean my son will be able to swear at me in Spanish while taking my temperature?”
Eduardo laughed, “Maybe even in French once I’m done with him.”
Amber suddenly got up from the lounge chair and walked over to the waves and into the cobalt ocean. Eduardo followed her lead and grabbed her waist from behind; wrapping his arms around her midriff as she welcomed his embrace. They both look out at the vast clear blue sea beyond them and the beautiful array of orange daylight spread out across the horizon.
“I want to get to know him,” Amber whispered out toward the water.
He grabbed her tight, “You will.”
“I know that sounds awful, not knowing your own child.”
Eduardo kissed Amber on her neck, “It was under special circumstances.”
Amber closed her eyes from feeling special herself and twirled her body around within his confine, landing a deep kiss on his lips.
Eduardo accepted the enticement and grabbed her arm leading them back to lie down on one lounge chair this time.
Legs meshed through one another, Eduardo was on top of his wife, kissing her neck sensuously, when Amber heard her husband whisper into her ear, “Do you realize how happy I am?”
Feeling him tug at her underwear, she helped his hands draw them down to her ankles and away onto the sand before Amber dug her nails into his back. “Probably not had happy as I am,” she breathed, meeting his erotic movement, so stimulating and so wonderfully flawless.
Eduardo’s rigid flesh digs into her as Amber sucked him in buried beneath. “I don’t think so,” he exhaled, kissing his wife erotically, his tongue delving inside the depths of her mouth. He broke apart from her lips to pass his tongue behind her earlobe sending Amber into internal bliss. “I feel like this weight has been lifted off my shoulders,” he murmured into her ear, plunging and cramming his wife full of his better part. “I’m about to combust,” he wailed reaching his climax immediately.
Amber arched her back up as well and allowed her own pinnacle to burst and spread.
Eduardo continued to lie on her body, and Amber beamed. “God, I love you,” she cried. “Do you realize how much I do?”
He kissed his wife with overzealous passion and moved inside her once more. “I know you do; I can feel it in the way you kiss me. Do you know how much I love you?”
Amber brought her torso up to him again and welcomed her husband’s unappeasable enthusiasm. “I know you do; I can feel it in the way you make love to me.”
Amber climaxed right away from Eduardo’s expertise and felt her husband’s body go limp and shiver once more when he reached another culmination. Amber opened up her eyes and stroked his back, “Eduardo? What’s wrong?”
He didn’t say anything, b
ut continued to shed tears on the side of her neck. Amber felt his continual near-jerk reactions of him trying to stifle his emotions and Amber continued to embrace him and brought his body in further. She caressed his hair, his neck, and then finally pulled his shoulders up. Eduardo had tears in his eyes and she melted at the display. She kissed the salty wetness and wiped the dampness away with her fingers, “Baby...what’s wrong?”
“I’m afraid,” Eduardo eerily voiced, bowing his head back into her neck.
Amber pulled up her husband’s head and made him look her in the face, “Afraid…afraid of what?”
He kissed her tenderly on the lips, “The repercussions,” he remarked mysteriously, “The fallout of our actions.”
At that very moment, a strange, unfamiliar pang darted through Amber’s chest which made her apprehensive as well. He must have been contemplating this for quite some time to have kept it from her only allowing her to see his fear until now. Amber pulled her husband’s body back down to hers. “Oh baby, I love you so much,” she voiced running her fingers through his head of hair, “What you and I share, only a handful of people get to understand. Remember, we’re soul mates, you and I; we’re healthier together than we are apart and together we will overcome whatever tries to end us. Our love can conquer anything.”
Eduardo started to snicker, “That’s so cliché,” he let go, starting to kiss Amber’s neck once again. “Just know, that I will always love you Amber. I never want to experience those feelings I used to have when I wasn’t with you. That obsession, it consumed me, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even breathe when I saw you with my brother.”
“We’re not turning back baby, we’re stepping forward and we’re doing it together this time.”
“I know—I know, but I can’t help but feel as if I need to be wary for some reason, as if I don’t deserve to be this content.”
Now Amber snickered, “Oh baby, I love you so much, you’re all I ever wanted and we’ve been through so much hell already. Don't we deserve some happiness too?”
Eduardo kissed her one last time before saying, “Just promise me Amber, if we ever find ourselves separated, Good God please remember that I will always love you.”
Amber drew his head up from her neck and playfully kissed his eyes once more, “I promise.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she declared, kissing his nose. “I’m famished—can we eat now? Do they actually serve food on this island?”
Amber
As long I could remember, I always knew something special was going to happen to me. When I was ten, I would cling onto that small hope that no matter how bad a day I was having, there was still something gigantic to expect just around the corner…
I’m no longer waiting.
The year I met my first husband, Victor Sanchez was also the year I met the love of my life, his older brother, Eduardo. I’ll always remember that day because that was the day when my life turned upside down. Emotions I never knew existed were introduced and from thereon in, my life would never be the same.
I recalled having just met Victor’s parents, Rosalba and Fabrizio and they were larger than life, a sweet, affectionate couple who showered their relatives with love and devotion. The Sanchez Family was such a tight-knit group with such strong convictions and I longed to be one of them having come from a family of regular divorce. Eduardo had been visiting his parents just out of Harvard law school and was one thrilling persona. His good fortune oozed out of his pores and I couldn’t help but gawk at him at our initial meeting. And, oh God was he ever gorgeous! Good Lord, he was perfect. Every woman, not only me was mesmerized by him just standing there. He had been something else that day and I went home that night—the night Victor had proposed to me—a little overwhelmed not only by the memorable day of meeting his parents, family and being proposed to, but by experiencing chemistry I never thought existed.
Over the years, I thought I would go insane thinking that I’d never be able to quench my eagerness of wanting to be near him. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that he had been feeling the very same thing. Come to think of it, there wasn’t a moment I recall that whenever I was at a family gathering, Eduardo wasn’t right by my side. We had this mysterious connection, him and I; a baffling longing of wanting a void to be fulfilled.
But, oh God, how my emotions were tortured by just being around him! All I wanted to do was touch him when I saw him at those family gatherings. And to be brutally honest, temptation sucks. Pining away for someone also sucks. Your emotions go haywire, you feel like you can’t breathe, you don’t want to eat and your heart is all twisted. All you want to do is just be with that person and it kills you every day because you can’t.
Eduardo and I didn’t become lovers for nearly ten years, in fact, we were friends first and maybe that’s how it should have been. Knowing the timeline and the outcome of our affair, I would have done things differently though. I just wanted to hold him, hug him, kiss him, lay on him, get naked and have him inside of me— all day long! Yes, it was obsessive, yes, it was immoral, but I couldn’t ignore what my body kept telling me. We weren’t related, we had no blood ties—he just happened to be my husband’s older brother. To be attracted to your brother-in-law…Why was that so taboo?
There were no good reasons behind my fascination with Eduardo Sanchez, just like there are no good reasons behind a cat’s appeal to catnip.
How do you explain the unexplainable? I was young; I only had one other boyfriend other than Victor and married right out of high school. How was I supposed to know how sexual attraction would affect me? Even at work, when I first started working at Eduardo’s law firm, when he would walk passed my desk; my heart would do flip-flops. I never got any work done; his body and his face would always preoccupy my thoughts and definitely overpower my work load. It got so bad I would oftentimes cry in my car on my way home on the freeway and wipe away my tears as soon as I pulled into the garage so Victor wouldn’t notice. I wished I were always somewhere else and constantly with him until the night Eduardo confessed his true mind-set.
Unbelievable…I was in total disbelief that he had been feeling the very same way? All those years I had been attracted to him, desiring his lips on mine, Eduardo had desired my lips on his?
I feel very lucky right now. I know I tried to commit suicide and I know now by going through a lot of therapy that I should have thought through my pain. But at the time, I wasn’t thinking clearly and I don’t know how else to explain those horrible moments of wanting to take my own life and I don’t want to make excuses for what I did, but you don’t think; all you see is the pain and the throbbing piled high on top of further misery whenever you think of who caused you that torture. I just wanted to end it, more than that; I wanted to teach him a lesson. The man was damn spoiled, Eduardo had always been spoiled, always getting what he wanted and what I wanted didn’t matter. I wanted him to leave his wife (my sister-in-law, Leticia) for me. If he had truly loved and cared about me like he was constantly confessing, then why wasn’t he willing to get a divorce? I was willing to leave Victor and my kids for him, why wasn’t Eduardo willing to change direction for me? Was it really his family convictions? Was it his pride? Or was it just him being a little overindulged?
So at that point, I just didn’t care; I wanted to end it all. I hated being the other woman; hated feeling dirty because I was a cheater and the only way I was going to cleanse myself, was to wash it all away, to stop it and that’s just what I tried to do.
And I really don’t remember all that much about that day. All I remember is Eduardo and I fighting in the hotel room, me ripping off his gold chain and then seeing RED. The next thing I remember is waking up in a white hospital bed and looking into the baby-blue scrub’s of a friendly nurse smiling down at me. I couldn’t believe it when the doctor’s explained to me that I had been in a coma for nearly sixteen months! Sixteen months? Good Lord, I was never meant to wake up; all I still wanted
was just to end it—why did someone save me? Turned out, it was my mother who found me. My mother…of all people, the one and only family member that I thought was just as selfish as Eduardo did a maternal act.
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