by Aidèe Jaimes
“Bo! Bo!” I scream as I pound on the wood, sobbing from the fear that I may have lost him.
I should have told him he’s the one. I need him. I love him.
The rain is slowing, along with the pounding of my fists on the door. Partly because I’m giving up, partly because they hurt.
Finally, after a long while, both the rain and I give up. Everything in my being refuses to let go, but at some point I would have to.
Defeated and lost, I turn to the drive, for the first time noting my soggy sneakers and muddied jeans. Skirting the culprit, a deep rut full of brown water, I walk to my car.
Streams flow down my face, both from my soaked and stringy hair and from the tears flowing so freely now.
As I sit in my car ready to take my soggy shoes off, I hear the deep rumble in the distance, and I stop to listen. It’s a familiar sound that has me racing down to the street, where I see a large black truck coming my way. My heart in my throat, I run towards it as fast as my squishy feet will take me.
The truck stops in the middle of the road, and I can see Bo inside staring at me, almost like he’s trying to determine whether I’m an apparition or something real. Then deciding I’m really there, he jumps from his vehicle and runs to me.
“Cris!” he calls to me and I fling myself into his arms. His lips are upon mine, and I feel the hot steel of his truck as he pushes me against the hood.
When he pulls away, I see that he’s crying, too. Maybe he has been for a while because his eyes are red and puffy.
“I thought you’d left,” I say to him, my hands roaming his arms, his chest. I, too, need to know that he’s real. That this is real.
“I did. My flight’s been delayed until tomorrow because of a nasty storm coming our way. I leave first thing.”
“I’m sorry, Bo. I should have told you, but I wanted to talk to Owen about it first. It seemed the right thing to do. Until I found out you up and left, and I thought I’d screwed up again and I would never…”
“No, I’m sorry. I should have given you more time. I should have been more understanding.”
I nod my head as he wipes two fat tears away with his thumbs. “So what did you want to tell me?” he asks with a smile, because he knows what I’ll say, but he wants to hear it.
“I love you, Bo. Beyond anything I’ve ever felt. It’s you. I can’t live without you.”
He kisses me before I can say anything more. The fire he ignites every time consumes me, and as he lifts me to him I wrap my legs around his waist. I kiss him with every fiber of my being, my heart and my soul.
Bo walks us back to his house and practically kicks the door open.
There is nothing but us now, nothing that can hold us back from giving ourselves in every way possible. Everything is so different. His touch is more intense, his kiss so much deeper. This time, instead of clinging to him for fear that I may never hold him again, I cling to him because I can. And when he tosses me onto the couch, I let go, knowing he’ll still be there. Still come to me.
In his face, I see the same relief. There is also something else I see in his eyes that hadn’t been there as I watch him carefully, standing in front of me undressing. The knowledge that I am his and only his.
“You have too much clothes on, chère,” he reminds me with a gleam in his eye as he kneels down to the couch. “Makes me feel vulnerable.”
“Oh? Let me make you feel a little more comfortable, then,” I say with a chuckle, shimmying out of my shirt and jeans.
Before I’m done, he loses his patience and helps me with the remainder of my clothes, then he pushes me onto my back and I wrap myself around him. His kiss is slow, painfully so. Feeling the hot burn of his cock at my entrance, I lift my hips to his.
Bo moves away laughing, teasing. With a last bite to my lower lip, he lifts his head and looks deep into my soul. “Be gentle with me,” he whispers. I know what he’s saying. For more than a year we have been in turmoil, our hearts are raw.
With my hands in his hair, I pull him down to me and kiss him, putting as much love in that one kiss as I can. He pushes into me at the same time, pouring his soul into me as he begins to move.
We give to each other without restraint, and when we reach the stars, we take our time coming down.
Lazily we lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the warmth of our naked bodies.
“So you saw my mom?” he asks as he draws little circles on my arm with his fingertips.
“Yeah, finally. I thought she’d be angrier.”
“Nah, she knows what life is like.”
“Mm.”
“What about Owen?” he asks hesitantly.
I sigh, out of sadness for Owen and for myself. “I think he’s glad it’s done. He’ll be all right.”
Out of nowhere there is a loud knock on the door and Bo practically falls off me.
“Who the fuck…” he starts.
“Charlotte police!” a woman says loudly from outside, and then I notice the swirling blue and red lights against the white curtains.
“Shit!” I cover myself with random pillows and a fuzzy throw, as my clothes are nowhere to be seen.
“Ready?” Bo asks, but doesn’t wait for me to answer before he opens the door.
There are two officers just outside, a male and a female. The woman takes one look at Bo, with his shorts on backwards, and then her eyes rove around the room taking in the disheveled state of everything including myself.
She isn’t one bit frazzled, though I can see that the man standing behind her is completely flustered, his cheeks flame red as he wipes his brow.
“I’m officer Cruz and this is my partner, Jameson,” she says. “Sir, is that your vehicle out there in the middle of the road?” she asks.
My mouth drops open. Oh no, the truck! I had completely forgotten about that. Bo peeks out the door and laughs nervously.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I’m going to have to ask for some identification, then I’d like you to move the truck. And, you may want to turn off that car before it runs out of battery.”
Dear lord, I had already started my car before I heard his truck and left it on, too!
Bo complies and he walks past the officers with his head hung low, with Jameson following him.
Officer Cruz looks at me and smiles. “Have a good day, though looks like you may already be.” She giggles and leaves.
“Oh my, that was embarrassing!” I tell Bo when he comes back.
“A little,” he chuckles pulling off his shorts and walking towards me. He removes the throw and pillows and exposes me to him.
I open my arms and legs, and pull him down to me.
“So, are you still leaving tomorrow morning?” I ask him.
“I’m not going anywhere that I can’t take you.”
“Won’t Lionel be upset you didn’t show?”
“He’s got Charles. I sort of felt like the third wheel anyway.”
“I was afraid I’d never see you again,” I admit. “When your mom told me you were leaving, I went into a frenzy trying to get here. And when I thought I missed you…”
He lifts my chin up and looks down into my face with an indecent amount of humor in his blue-green eyes. “You know there are phones out there, too. Besides, I was only going to be away for seven days.”
I smack his arm. “Maybe if you’d have answered your phone I would have known that!”
“Well, I wanted to make you squirm a little,” he says, bending down to bite my neck and making me do just that beneath him.
“I know how much you loved Costa Rica when you went the last time, so for that I’m sorry. But I’m not sorry you’re here now and I get my chance with you. With everything that we’ve been through to be together, I’m never going to let you go.”
He kisses me slowly then, languidly, enjoying me the way I had done that night with him at Bonheur. Even when his shaft is hard as a rock, and he penetrates me, taking my breath as he always does, he takes hi
s time. This is no fuck, but a consummation of love.
I look deep into his eyes, into his soul, and because I need it, I demand, “Say you’re mine, Bo. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Cris,” he says without hesitation. “Always yours.”
Epilogue
“So you made it okay?” Owen asks.
“Yeah, it was a rough landing, but the plane didn’t crash, so I guess that’s good.”
“Hi, Mom!” Mia pushes into the small video image on my phone and waves.
“Hey, love. Are you all ready for the game?” I ask, seeing her in her soccer gear. “I’m so sorry I’m going to miss it!”
“Don’t worry, mom. You always come!” she says. “Have fun, gotta go!” she runs off screen, then I hear her yell, “I love you!” as Owen takes the phone back.
“You remember where to go, right?” I try not to sound concerned, but the lack of confidence comes through in my voice.
“Cris, I go to every game, too,” he reminds me.
“I know, but you usually head right to the stands.”
“Well, if I get lost Mia will tell me. Besides, Laura is going to be there.”
Speak of the devil, her golden head pops into view. “I’ll take care of everything,” she reassures me. “Girls, get your gear in the car please!” she yells off screen. Sammy runs by behind her mother, giving me a quick wave as she passes by the camera.
Knowing that Laura will be there running the show makes me feel better. In the time that I’ve known her she’s proven to be a wonderful mother, who really has her shit together. She’s very much like Jess in that way. And even though she’s got her two kids, JB and Sammy, when she took on Mia as a stepdaughter, she hit the floor running.
“Okay, got to run,” Owen says to me. “Have fun and don’t worry about anything. Mia will be great.” With that he hangs up.
It’s so strange to think about the unexpected turn of events over the last couple of years. Never in a million years would I have thought that Owen and I would be living separate, yet parallel lives. Never in a gazillion years would I have ever imagined he’d have married Laura, Bo’s ex-wife. Never!
But life is crazy and I can’t make that shit up! Mia and Sammy being in the same soccer league set things into motion. Owen came to the game, so did Laura. I don’t really even know when it happened, or how because I can’t bring myself to ask for the details, but one day they met and then it was instant. They married not six months later.
It makes me happy, really it does, to see the way Owen lights up when she comes into the room. Though I must admit, that with the joy it brings me to see him so happy, comes the sting of jealousy. I think that’s normal for anyone with their exes. With me, it’s also that I really never did see him glow that way with me.
I sit on the edge of the bed and reflect on the day we separated, now over two years ago. He’d told me that he loved me, that I was his forever. Well, while I don’t doubt he will love me forever, as I do him, he certainly has found the ONE. Just like I have. Sometimes I wonder if our marriage was a waiting period for the two of us. I will never regret the time we had together. It was great, amazing even. But what we both have now, it’s so much more than we could have dreamed. Though it definitely makes for a very interesting dynamic at holiday get-togethers.
A knock on the door brings me back from my inner thoughts. It’s Wendy, the owner and operator of Maison Bordeaux in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I smile as I see the older woman standing at my door. “Miss Wendy, what can I do for you.”
“Oh, I was coming to see what I can do for you? Is everything comfortable?” she asks.
“Yes, of course. I’m heading out for a little while, actually. My husband is waiting for me at that tequila bar across the street. I’ll walk down with you.”
I grab my purse and we walk down to the long hallway that leads to the main doors. Stopping in front of one of the old mirrors hanging from the walls, I give myself a last glance. Nodding at my reflection in approval, I turn back to Wendy and wave. “Have a good evening!”
“You, too, Mrs. Rougier. By the way,” she says stopping me. “The color red, it becomes you.”
The End
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Other books by this author:
The Ticket (The Affair Duet, Book 1)
Coming Soon… Work Me
Thank you to Dane at Ebook Cover Design, www.ebooklaunch.com for such a perfect cover! And a special thank you to Court, for always being my book guinea pig and encouraging me. I love you!
Did you enjoy The Ticket? This author also writes under the pen name, Haden Hudson:
Letters from the Vieux Carrè
The Forgotten Life of Èmilie
Souly Yours, Ghostly Love Book 1
Souly Bound, Ghostly Love Book 2
Souly Mine, Ghostly Love Book 3
Mine Again
Tequila and Stubborn Women
Coming Soon, House of Flowers
