by Riley Morgan
She was going to take care of it now. Her hand slipped from Ramon’s shoulder down between his legs and she grabbed his cock and lowered herself onto it. The both moaned with mutual satisfaction and let the sea move them. Lena caressed Ramon’s body and tried to soothe his aches and bruises. He held her and for the first time since he’d left her bed so many nights ago, she felt safe.
Ramon
Ramon lost himself in that wonderful moment. A gentle spray of seafoam sprang up from the side of the boat and settled on his shoulders as the waves rocked them. Lena, so sweet and so sexy, hardly touching him but each brush of her body causing him to cry out in pleasure. The sun and the salt air and the feeling that for once in his life, he was right where he needed to be.
They stayed with each other long after they were spent, neither of them wishing to leave the other’s arms.
Only the drifting drone of distant sirens stirred them from their lovers embrace. Behind them, a huge black cloud filled the sky, and Ramon got the sense that it was time to leave. He started the boat and set course for Miami.
Lena
Lena watched Ramon’s hands as he eased the boat through the crowded marina waters. There was a man in an ugly Hawaiian shirt and khaki shorts standing on the dock that Ramon pulled up to. He had prosthetic legs from the knees down. They were sleek and shiny and made him look slightly more than human. Their intimidating presence was offset by the man’s gentle smile and mop of sun-bleached hair.
“You must be Gabe,” she said.
“And you must be the reason that my buddy keeps getting in trouble. It’ s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
He shook her hand and helped her out of the boat. Ramon climbed out behind her and gave the man a hug, clapped him three times on the back, and made a rude comment about his parentage.
“Did you bring everything back to me?”
“Just about,” Ramon said. “And a little something extra.”
He jumped back into the boat and reached into the cargo hold and pulled out a red suitcase.
“What’s inside?” Gabe asked.
“A little present for your troubles.”
Ramon tossed the suitcase onto the dock. Gabe unzipped it, opened it a crack and peeked inside.
“Holy shit. No man, I can’t take this, and if you’re going to, you should get far away from Miami.”
“That was always part of the plan,” he said. “At least, I think.” He turned to Lena.
“What do you think?” he asked Lena.
“There aren’t enough red suitcases full of money in the world to keep me here,” she said.
Gabe handed Ramon something and climbed into the boat. “I left instructions to my apartment in the dash. I’m meet you back there when I get this all taken care of.”
Lena followed Ramon to the marina parking lot. She recognized one of Zeus’s cars. It was long and black and looked more like a military jet than a car.
They got in and headed off to Gabe’s house, in no particular hurry.
Ramon
Ramon and Lena stayed with Gabe for two weeks. They didn’t know what to do or where to go. For Ramon, it was just another point in his life where he was adrift without any wind behind him. All that was different was that he was not alone. He was strangely comfortable with the strange and undefined quality of it, but he knew that for Lena, this was the first time she’d ever been free. He knew that she needed to make the most of it.
“Where do you want to go?” he asked her one night as they were laying in bed listening to the cars go by outside their window..
“I don’t know,” she said. “Somewhere warm. Somewhere with lots of sunshine and lots of people and a big, beautiful ocean.”
Ramon smiled, kissed her, and held her close.
Two days later, they packed up their things and went to the airport. They didn’t have tickets. Ramon took Lena to the outbound board and pointed to it.
“You can pick any city you want, and we’ll go there. If we get there and we don’t like it, we’ll pick a new place and go there instead. I don’t care where in the world we end up, as long as I’m with you.”
Lena stared up at the hundreds of places she could go to, free to pick any one that she wished. She started at the top and worked her way down, reading each name carefully, moving her lips silently as if feeling each one. She stopped halfway down the board, took Ramon’s hand, and they walked to the counter.
Lena
Los Angeles suited Lena. It reminded her of the Florida sun and sea that she’d grown up with. It felt like home in all the right ways, and was as far away as she could get from all the wrong ones. She and Ramon had decided to come here for both of those reasons, but also for the change of pace. It was strange how Miami and LA could be so similar and yet so completely different.
Their home was a small adobe building up in the mountains. The money that they’d managed to get away with wasn’t much, especially not for a city like this. But it bought them a house and let them live comfortably while they got settled in to their new lives. Ramon kept working as a bodyguard. He’d work a few weekends out of the month escorting visiting celebrities and foreign bigshots around the city. It paid well and afforded him some interesting opportunities. He was frequently tipped with tickets to see bands or shows, and he’d always take Lena. Once, when she got to join him to see a TV show being shot, she ended up talking to a hiring agent at the snack table. The agent asked her who she was working for, and she blushed and told him that she wasn’t an actress.
He asked why not, and after that, Lena started taking acting lessons. She had no delusions that she’d got her break for being pretty, but after a few painful TV commercials, she got a chance to show how much more she was than another pretty face. She started on a small cable TV series that just barely made it out of pilot. It died halfway through the first season, but when it was over, Lena was getting a lot of calls. Most of them were from B list actors and musicians calling to politely ask her to dinner. She turned all of them down, but some of them were from agents, casting directors, and studios.
It wasn’t long before she was working all the time and kept busy on the road. Ramon quit working piecemeal in the city, and toured with her. They had to fly to Miami to promote a new movie once. It was strange, being back among the same people and places that felt like a different life to her now. There were times that she thought she should have been afraid, but she wasn’t. It was strange, she couldn’t. No matter what happened, she knew that everything would be ok, because she was with Ramon and he was with her. She got the sense as she walked down the Miami streets with him that he felt something similar. An uneasiness that he couldn’t quite place.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
Ramon looked around him, trying to figure it out for himself.
“I don’t know,” he said. “It’s just a funny feeling, I guess.”
“But you’re ok?”
He turned to his fiance, kissed her, and smiled.
“Yes,” he said. “And I think I always will be.”
The End
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