Shared Redemption

by Michel Prince

  Chapter 10

  Nye

  To my surprise Kiri was still in the chair on her rooftop, passed out. Afraid to approach, I crouched and watched her as she slept. How many hours had I watched her over the last few days? I felt some strange comfort from hearing her breathe.

  As I watched her asleep in the chair, I became calm. The hunt had lasted longer than I had wanted, and Schmitty’s injury pissed me off more than I thought it would. I could still smell the bantling. The ashes had gone everywhere.

  It was my fault Schmitty was hurt. I had run into the wrong bus as if I was fresh from Gabriel’s chamber. Lars more than insisted I saw Kiri to remove my internal distraction. He told me I needed to be sure, sure not being with Kiri was what I wanted. His exact threat would’ve had me walking with a limp. Personally I’m not sure how I’d react to my claustranima entering that particular orifice.

  Rain was coming on, but it didn’t quell my desire to watch my sweet slumbering Kiri. Yet how could I bring her into the violence I faced every night? Her actions with the normal should have told me everything I needed to know, but Gabriel was right, I was stubborn.

  Kiri’s features softened while she rested, or maybe it was the alcohol that did it. Her lips seemed so plump and ready to be kissed, just not by me.

  It wasn’t that the normal she had been with earlier that evening wouldn’t be perfect for her. She laughed with him and they seemed happy together. That kiss I watched was almost too much. I hadn’t felt that pain before. Of all the wounds and insults I had endured, the sight of another man touching Kiri had caused a pain I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I would’ve endured a million lashes if it could’ve removed the vision from my eyes.

  I watched silently, as was my way, and Kiri curled in more on herself. She’d be fine. Her leg would heal and she would continue her life with the man in the green hat. She’d know joy.

  The rain started lightly. I thought Kiri would wake soon so I pulled back into the shadows. Instead, she seemed to nuzzle into her shoulder.

  Kiri whimpered and I returned my gaze to her. She seemed upset, but then again nightmares should be part of her life for a while now. I cursed myself for my part in that. Resigned in the realization Kiri belonged far away from me, I turned to go.

  “Nye.”

  I turned to see she was still in a deep sleep. And dreaming of me?

  My heart fluttered. Could she really? No, she must be having a nightmare. Her lips curled into a smile

  “Nye, please.”

  Please. Please what? Whatever it was, I was willing to do it. She was pleading to me. How could I help her? How could I save her?

  Then the ice came. My heart hardened seeing her tears. They ran from her eyes like rats from a ship. What had I done? What was she remembering? Suddenly the heavy rain arrived, dumping itself from the low hanging clouds, and Kiri woke with a start. She didn’t rush for shelter. Instead, she rested her arms on her knees and buried her face in her hands.

  “Why, goddamn it?” she screamed as she raised her head to the heavens. “Why can’t you even allow me a dream? Is it not bad enough you let me meet him and refuse to allow me even the slightest touch? Fine. You win. Leaving me in a dying body with only his memory to haunt me forever.

  “Fuck. You!” she screamed with her middle fingers raised up to the air. “You are a vengeful God.”

  What the heck was she talkin’ about?

  “Your own son found forgiveness for Mary Magdalene, am I not as worthy?”

  She continued her criticism of God. I was a little afraid Gabriel or some other angel would come down to the roof and smite her. Who was she talking about?

  “What do you want from me?” she screamed into the night air as the lightning and thunder started to roll together.

  The sky became light as day as the nearby windows shook.

  “Now you want to kill me. Why? So I have no chance of being with Nye.”

  I stood up right as another bolt of lightning struck, and I saw Kiri’s eyes. She was staring straight at me. She didn’t jump in fear, but instead shook her head and turned toward her apartment. With one hand firmly on the doorknob, she punched the door once, and returned her gaze to the emptying clouds.

  “That wasn’t even fair,” she said. Her voice sounded defeated.

  “Kiri,” I eked. “Kiri, wait.”

  “Voices,” she growled. “Plural! Because the one that has been tormenting me for years just wasn’t enough for you.”

  I leapt so I was standing right behind her and placed my hand on her shoulder.

  “What is it you want, Kiri?”

  “For you to be real.”

  “I am real.”

  Her wet, silken skin goosebumped under my hand.

  “You can’t be,” she said, still facing the door. “You said you’d never come back. That I’d never see you again. And here I am. Imagining your face, hearing your voice. Wishing your hand…was…”

  “Wishing my hand was what?”

  “Really there, that…I could taste…”

  I spun her around and brought her lips to mine. As our mouths fused, her body went lax between my arms. Her fingers slid softly down my cheeks. When my tongue touched Kiri’s, a moan came from deep inside her. I held her right hand in mine, then rose it above her head to lock her wrist against the wall. My body fell against her soft frame. I could feel myself harden, and God forgive me, as I rubbed against Kiri the light strokes had me returning her moan.

  When our lips finally parted, she looked up at me and trembled. The rain streamed down her face. When the lightning flashed again, her eyes lit up as she looked at me.

  “Don’t wake me,” she begged, pulling me to her again.

  As her tongue danced in my mouth, I marveled at the sweet taste of it. Her fingers slipped down my chest and up and under my drenched shirt. Her lips trembled against mine as she started to explore my body, then her soft fingers slid to my waist and began unbuttoning my trousers. I pulled back and looked at her.

  “Kiri?”

  She crumpled to the ground and sobbed again.

  “Why couldn’t I just forget about you?”

  “But you said…”

  “I love you, you asshole.”

  Her wails ripped through my chest. I couldn’t believe what she was saying.

  “You made me love you. Do you like hurting me? I can only sleep for so long.”

  “Kiri, you’re awake,” I said, softly stroking her head. “You’re awake.”

  “No, I’m not. You said you weren’t coming back. You said you never wanted to see me again. You said…”

  “You’re right, I’m an asshole and I lied. I couldn’t stay away. I should, but I can’t.”

  She retreated against the wall. She looked confused. Could she really believe the kiss wasn’t real?

  “That was real? You’re…”

  Had I just taken advantage of her?

  “Kiri, I thought it was what you wanted. I would’ve never…”

  “I wanted it. I want it again and again, but not if…”

  She dropped her head into her hands and I put my finger under her chin. As I lifted her head my thumb stroked away the tears from her cheek.

  “I love you. It’s not fair. It’s not right, but I want you. Always. Forever. In my life. With me.”

  I fell to my knees before her, my head landing between her breasts.

  “I’m yours and will be forever. You don’t have to be with me. You can go with him. But I will always be yours.”

  I humbled myself before her, something I’d never done before in my life. All those times Gabriel punished me, I never so much as sat down. Instead, I stared him down, challenging him to push me further. I never understood I needed to give a part of myself to obtain salvation.

  “Who? What?” Kiri asked, pulling away from me.

  “The man. I saw you with him…”

  “There was no man.”

  “Don’t lie,” I growled.

&nbs
p; “My friend came for dinner, but he’s…he’s nothing. No one.”

  “I saw his head betwixt your thighs. Are you going to tell me all your friends get a nibble?”

  The slap to my face stung like a thousand wasps as Kiri stomped to the other side of the roof.

  “I told you I’m not a virgin. I told you I’d been with other men,” she said with her back to me. “I’ll never be who you want. Do you think I need reminding from you that no matter how much I try, I can’t become what you expect a woman to be? You got your taste. Go. All you do is hurt me.”

  I was losing her. Worse than that, I’d hurt her.

  “I don’t care if you were with one guy or a thousand before me, what angers me is I wasn’t one of them. That man tonight…”

  “Is a friend,” she snapped, walking back toward me, her hands flying as if she was possessed by the Devil. “A friend I sent packing after I told him I felt nothing.”

  She grabbed my hand and brought it under her skirt. I could feel the softness of the cotton fabric separating my fingers covering her core.

  “Still there, aren’t they? They wouldn’t be if I’d slept with him. You know the difference between him and you?”

  She steered my hand up to her waist, then guided my fingers between the soft folds of her warm, slick center.

  “You know the difference between him and you?” she asked again slower, allowing my fingers inside of her.

  “Kiri…”

  The image of my manhood replacing the location of my fingers had nullified my ability to focus on her words. Her soft, warm flower held tight to my fingers. What she could do to my hardness made my jewels tighten.

  “You did that. The smell of your cologne, the light touch of your lips, the sound of your voice. All do it. By breathing, you make my heart beat faster. No man has ever done that to me.”

  My fingers were no longer in my control as they began to glide in and out of her core.

  “What do I have to do to convince you I love you and no matter the cost I need you?”

  “Marry me. Be my other.”

  The words escaped my lips before I could stop them. I wanted to pull them back, afraid they would scare her. Marry me? Oh God, I’d lost her again.

  Kiri placed her hands on my cheeks and held her lips to mine. Her small hands grasped firmly to my biceps. Automatically I flexed in a reaction showing her I was strong and could protect her.

  “I’m awake. You’re real?” she asked.

  “I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”

  For the first time in my life, I wanted to belong to someone, but this time I would not be property. Kiri had shown me possession was different than ownership. And I wanted to possess Kiri more than I wanted to breathe.

  Lightning crossed the sky followed by a cautionary clap of thunder, but I ignored the warnings from above. As my mouth caught hers our bodies fell against the door to her apartment. Mine pressed hard against hers. The warmth of her soft frame enveloped my hardness once more. She tugged at my pants. My lips left hers and I licked the warm summer rain from the nape of her neck. Her hand plunged into my pants and surrounded me, causing both of us to moan. I brought my left hand up to her chin, gently turning her lips back to mine.

  * * * *

  Kiriana

  Nye’s hands slid down my shoulders and his fingers wound around the straps of my cami, gliding them down my arms. As much as I didn’t want his lips to leave mine their new destination was bliss. My head fell back as he enveloped my exposed breast.

  While his tongue circled my pert nipple, I started to stroke his shaft as his hand continued traveling underneath my skirt. There was a sudden pressure as my underwear tightened around my waist. I quickly figured out what he was doing. With another clap of thunder, my thong flew through the air and his fingers entered me. My back arched, causing his sucking to tug on my breast with a sweet satisfying pinch.

  What began as gentle stroking turned into a forcefully wonderful assault on my body. My aqueous core tingled and tightened at his fingers wanting to keep them for itself.

  After a long lick of my hardened nipple, Nye fell back and drank me in with a look of lust I’d never seen before.

  “I want you,” he said hungrily.

  Tingling took over my body from his deep voice’s desire.

  “What’s stopping you?” I replied, gliding my palm up his firm silken shaft, bringing his hips to mine.

  “Forever, not just this,” he said, circling his thumb over my clit. “This is a bonus. I. Want. You.”

  My heart was beating so hard I could hear it. My emotions swirled in a mixture of desire and wanting—desire to move his massive manhood between my thighs and inside me. And the wanting of the man behind the black eyes. The ones that were locked on me with such a force my legs became weak.

  “I love you, Nye.”

  There was another flash of lightning, and Nye grasped firmly to my thigh. In one fluid motion, he entered me. Never before had I felt someone so large and powerful. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed me against the bricks.

  Each stroke brought me a new level of pleasure I had never known. His tongue flicked and circled my nipple, pulling on it, then releasing. His hardness seemed to find crevices inside me I had believed were more elusive than the three-minute mile, and then the tremors began. Sure, I had seen and heard about orgasms. I had even gotten small releases from sex, occasionally. Somehow Nye had not only found, but hit, stroked, finessed, and awakened my g-spot.

  Holy shit. An orgasm tore through my body. Every part of my body seemed to dissolve around Nye’s. Pinned against the rough bricks of my building, he controlled my body and I was his willing lover. I had already achieved a high I had never known and he had just begun.

  He reached for my other leg. Wrapped around his waist, I found he hadn’t completely entered me. A shift of my hips met a moan of ecstasy from Nye and his shaft filled me to capacity. I had never felt a man his size before. His length and girth had to be a record.

  My back scratched against the bricks behind me; the sensation was pleasure and pain in each wondrous stroke of his hardness inside me. The serenade of satisfaction escaped my lips as he pounded harder and harder.

  “More,” I begged as he increased his pace. “More.”

  My arms were wrapped around his muscular shoulders and I clawed at his strong back. I felt the scars underneath his shirt. He kissed his way down my neck, which was outstretched to give him full access. There was not a spot on my body I did not want his tongue to work its magic.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God,” I cried in Nye’s ear.

  The second orgasm finished me off. I latched on to his body as he pulsed inside me. He slid out halfway, then slammed into me one more time. I screamed his name as if he were a God.

  We looked in each other’s eyes. The brief flashes of lightning were the only thing illuminating our faces. Shadows crossed our cheeks. Nye’s lips brushed against my shoulder, which was shaking slightly, and I was glad he had me pressed against the building for support. That was what I needed, to be between two hard, firm objects, because there was no way when I unlocked my legs from around his waist they would be of any use. I’d crumple to the ground like a ragdoll.

  “I love you, Nye,” I whispered.

  “And I you, Kiri,” he responded.

  His lips caressed mine, then he pulled away from the building, but still held me tight.

  “Don’t let go,” he ordered. My head lovingly rested on his chest.

  As my feet trepidatiously returned to the ground I kept my arms wrapped tight to his body, unable to gain my footing. For some reason I felt as if I was Alice falling through the rabbit hole trying to find a steady place for my feet.

  “If I let go, do you disappear?”

  “I’m not leaving you. Ever. We are to be one.”

  He moved toward the door, but kept the connection I had longed for. There was no end and no beginning to us. We just were. One and the same. What started
as gentle caresses turned into deep passionate kisses that had every nerve in my body stimulated.

  By the time we got to my bed, I could feel his hardness had returned. Removing my wet clothes, he laid me down on my mattress and stood above me. Undoing his belt buckle, he dropped his drenched pants to the ground. Like a snake he removed his dripping T-shirt and stood before me naked. His beauty was more than I could have ever dreamed of.

  His ass had the curvature of a marble statue. The maleness pointing at me was immense, and he did not just have defined muscles, he had a form sent from heaven.

  When he started to unsnap his black leather fingerless gloves I bit my bottom lip.

  “Keep ’em on,” I growled.

  “I want you again.”

  “You can have me forever.”

  * * * *

  Nye

  Kiri was stretched out on her bed. Her silken pink, round nipples were hard from me suckling them. Her warm center called for me again; I could smell her desire. But it was her words that enabled me to live in the moment and not dwell in the past.

  My body was hers to take and use however she saw fit. It felt good to use my body as a man. It felt good to be inside her. As we made love on the roof I found each stroke I took had filled me with a strength and a purpose I thought I lost long ago.

  I crawled over her, dwarfing her body with mine. My breath quickened as my lips and tongue started at the notch of her neck. Her body arched into mine from the second I touched her.

  Could I really be giving her that much pleasure? My tongue tingled as it touched her nipple. With just a flick of my tongue she moaned. The sound coming from her was like a chorus of angels singing.

  As I moved down her body, I shook with anticipation. Oh, how I wanted her in my mouth. I wanted to taste the very essence of her, to drink her in and make her body move uncontrollably.

  Lightly licking, I teased the outsides of her core. Her flavor was sweet and tangy like a star fruit, something I rarely got the pleasure to taste, but something I could eat all day if allowed. My tongue reached deep inside her and her body arched. The moans came from deep inside her body as I sucked and licked her soft folds.

  Kiri tried to move her hips, but I clamped down hard. I remembered what she had said in the helmet and knew she was trying to keep herself under control. But I wanted to control her level of pleasure. My tongue came out and licked the whole of her again and she whimpered, so I took my time and teased her more. The heat at the center of her had to have increased. I plunged myself in deeper, only to have her scream in delight.