by Naomi Niles
I ducked down, screaming, begging myself to turn away, but I didn’t. Instead, I lifted the burka, and looked down at the girl, but this time it wasn’t the girl. It was Gillian.
Click, click, click, click. “AHH!” I roared and slammed my hand down to turn off the blinker.
I closed my eyes. Breathe. Breathe.
My breath came eventually, and my heart settled down, but I still wasn’t comfortable. I didn’t want Gillian to be there alone. I needed to be by her side, comforting her and telling her that everything would be okay. But it wasn’t my place, and I had to accept that.
The world faded in and out the rest of the drive home, and it didn’t stop when I got inside. I needed a distraction, but I couldn’t sit still. I’d slip back into that world. I decided to go into the kitchen and make myself something to eat, hoping that the task of cooking would make it easier for me to deal with what was happening.
I had a bag of roma tomatoes and some fresh basil I had to use, so I cut the tomatoes in half, cleaned out inside, and drizzled olive oil, Italian seasoning, and sea salt over them, then stuffed them in the oven to roast while I sautéed mushrooms, garlic, onions, celery, and carrots.
The tomatoes bloomed quickly, sending out the sickeningly sweet scent of marinara throughout the house. When they finished, I stuck the mixture in the blender, added a dash of red wine vinegar, and stuck the mixture on to simmer with a pair of Italian sausages.
I moved through the task mindlessly, as if I’d been doing it every day for years. My mind was still racing when the sauce finished and I put the noodles on to boil. I stood over the pot, watching as the bubbles sprang up, rising above the surface of the water. I could feel the heat, growing hotter and hotter. I was going to lose my mind.
There was a knock on the door. I rushed over to answer it. Gillian was standing outside with her arms folded. “Can I come in?”
“Of course.” I stepped aside.
She walked in. “It smells amazing in here.”
“Thanks. Is your mom okay?”
“I think so. I talked to Michael. He drove me home.” She walked into the kitchen and took a look at the sauce.
“What’d he say?”
“I honestly think he’s excited. At first, he was pissed, but my mom and I sat him down and talked to him; he started to come around. Now he’s talking about how happy he is for me.”
“That’s so good to hear. Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving.”
“You’re in for a treat.” I piled noodles onto her plate, spooned some sauce over it, and cut up a sausage to add on top.
“It looks amazing.” Gillian took a bite as soon as I set it down.
“I have some wine, if you’d like some.”
“Sure.” She took another bite of sausage. “Oh,” she groaned. “This is so good.”
“I’m glad you like it.” I poured her some wine and made myself a plate so I could sit down.
“I’m just glad that I could come see you after what’d happened. I knew you’d be worried.”
“I’m alright,” I said and went back to my food.
“You don’t have to play it off. You’ve done so much for me. I’m lucky to have you.”
“I keep thinking that you’ll disappear, that I’ll wake up from a dream.”
“I’m real, and I can prove it.” She finished the last of her noodles.
“Oh, yeah?” I grabbed our plates and took them to the sink to start washing them.
She came up behind me and rested her head on my shoulder. “Yeah,” she whispered as she reached out to put her hands down my pants. I dropped the sponge I was using when her fingers grazed the head of my cock.
I whipped around and grabbed her up off her feet. “Come on.”
Chapter Thirty
Gillian
Dwayne carried me into the bedroom, where he laid me down and fell down on top of me, the full force of his massive body pressing against mine as he proceeded to devour my lips, my neck, behind my ears. Every touch was another bead of warmth, creating an amber glow, like a haze of opiates that compounded when his hands reached up under my shirt, behind my back. He pulled me up and whipped my bra off, then threw my shirt onto the ground with it.
He transformed into a monster. With a snarl, he dove down, his hands roaming down my stomach. The amber glow had become a sizzling fire storm that rushed down my body, spreading over my chest, my arms, into the tips of my fingers, and my stomach, where it settled.
His cock was grinding against my legs, pressing through his jeans and rubbing up against my thigh. It was rock hard, as ready as I was, but this wasn’t about the race. He moved to my other breast, giving it the same loving care he gave to the first, then back to my lips.
His hand grazed my belt loop and locked on. He sat up, threw off his shirt, and pulled back. His cock pulled down my leg. “Let’s get rid of this,” he said as he unbuttoned my pants and slid them down. Goosebumps were popping up over my skin from the cold air, but he was warm and solid, spreading my legs now, so he could fall down on top of me. He was grinding his cock against my clit through his jeans while he worshipped me with his lips.
The firestorm became a raging blast, fueled by the feeling of his cock pressing deeper. He hadn’t even taken his pants off, and I was already overwhelmed with it. He traced his finger down my chest, over my stomach, and rubbed my clit slowly while he watched my reaction. “I’ll never get over that face you make.”
I pulled his head down and kissed him while he slid my panties down my legs. It was so smooth, I barely noticed what he was doing until he rose up and pulled down his pants. He moved his hand over his shaft, letting the skin pull over his head.
“You look so sexy, watching me like that.”
“I’ve got a pretty nice view myself.”
“Yeah?”
He was rubbing my clit now, his hand still stroking his cock while he stood over me, watching my reaction. He bared his teeth and dove his finger through me, hitting the spot instantly. A spark flew through me. I felt a wave pounding down over my body, a soft shudder at first, then a quick burst and finally a waterfall that washed over me.
He was watching the entire time, stroking himself until he couldn’t take it any longer. He grabbed me by the ankles and pushed his cock past my lips, into my body. My head shot back, and I let out a soft cry.
“You’re so tight.” He drove in deeper, hit my spot, and went into a frenzy, pounding, slipping in and out, faster now. I pushed into him, my body begging for more. He obliged happily and drilled through so deep I could feel his balls.
He lost control, in and out, in and out, and the sound of his body slamming against mine fueled the fire that was raging inside. This was molten metal, pure passion, a volcano growing larger and larger. When this beast exploded, there would be nothing left of me, but that sensation, the sweet burn. I knew it was coming. I could feel the pressure rising.
He was grunting, moving so fast I couldn’t keep track. I could see the strain of his face and smell the sweat pouring down his chest. There was no denying that he was facing the same monstrous beast I was, and he was rushing headlong into it, carrying me with him.
I couldn’t take it. “Ah!” The pressure was building, and I was going to explode.
“Ooh,” his long drawl was the catalyst. He collapsed on top of me, his lips against mine as the fire spread, so fast I couldn’t stop it. The explosion drove my head back against the pillow. The rush was a force so compelling that, as it spread throughout my body, seemed to destroy everything it touched, leaving behind nothing but raw pleasure and the sense that I was watching the fire rage through him.
His lips were fueling it, dragging it down, rubbing it in. It didn’t go away, not at first. It just rolled through, over and over, until he fell down beside me and pulled me in so that my head was resting against his chest where it belonged.
“We won’t get to do this again for a while,” he said.
“What do you mea
n?” I pulled back to look at him, confused.
“I’m going to be working nights now, and you work during the day. We won’t get to see each other.”
“You’ll find a way, though, won’t you?”
“I’ll do everything I can.”
I sighed and laid back to look up at the ceiling. “I’m gonna miss sleeping next to you.”
“It won’t be for long.”
“Are you sure that it’s safe for you to be going there?”
Dwayne turned to face me. “When I first arrived in Afghanistan, they took us into a village near the southern border. It was like stepping thousands of years back in time. There was no electricity, no running water, no phones.
“The people wore the same rags that their parents had worn when they were children, and their parents wore before that. The women weren’t allowed to go outside, and they couldn’t show their bodies to anyone, so they covered themselves in dirty, sweat-stained burkas that smelled like they hadn’t washed in years. The men were no better. They didn’t shower or shave. In fact, I think shaving was banned.
“Anyways, they took us to the local police office, where we were supposed to make camp for the night. It was surreal. The police were three boys, no older than fifteen, each with fully automatic weapons that they propped up against the ruined, mud brick walls of the tiny square building they called a police station.” He paused for a moment, lost in the memory.
“Things went well. The boys were nice. They smoked a lot of opium, so they didn’t give us any trouble, and we rested. We built a fire in the center of the room and roasted hot dogs and laughed. Late that night, one of the other soldiers went out to take a leak, and suddenly, we heard gunshots all around us, coming from all sides.
“I ran to get my gun and saw one of the boys fall over with a bullet in his head. I rushed outside, grabbed a grenade, and threw it in the direction of the gunfire, then dove back into the police station to get away from the blast. When I came out, the guy who went out to pee was leaning against a wall, crying his eyes out. He was covered in blood spray.
“That was my life for ten years.”
“How do you deal with that?”
He turned away from me and stared up at the ceiling, then snapped his eyes shut with a sharp intake of breath.
“You don’t, do you? Do you still see it, Dwayne?”
He pressed his lips together.
“Dwayne…”
“I don’t see it when I’m with you.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“They say it’ll go away with time, and it’s not that bad.”
“You get flashbacks?”
“What I’m trying to say is that I’ve been at war for ten years, and the men I’ve fought were no better than animals. They were so desperate, they’d have blown up their own families just to kill us. One punk with a knife isn’t going to stop me.”
“Life has a way of getting to you like that. It’s ironic the way things work. It’d be just like the fates to throw you under the bus now that you’re happy.”
He laughed. “Those old hags can’t hurt me.”
“I’m going to ask you again, and I need you to promise this time because last time you didn’t. You dodged me.”
“What?”
“Don’t jump in front of any bullets, Dwayne. If there’s danger, do what they ask or run. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I promise.”
“You better not go back on that.”
“No,” he kissed me. “You’re right. It’s not just about me, is it?”
“No, it isn’t.” I rested my head on his shoulder where it belonged. “What’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
“A flashback.”
“The world fades, and I forget where I am. I see the sands and relive the things I’ve done. It’s gruesome and painful, and I can’t control it.”
“What do you see?”
“Pain, torture, desperation — things so sick I couldn’t even talk about them. Most of us go through it. We just don’t talk about it. If we do, they discharge us. But you changed all that. You bring me back.”
“Is that why you were so stiff before?”
“Maybe. It happens more when I’m anxious.”
“Then I’ll do everything I can to relax you.” I pecked him on the cheek.
Chapter Thirty-One
Dwayne
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a house filled with the smell of lilacs. She was everywhere — in the sheets, the air, the walls, soaked into the carpet. The smell dug into my nostrils and didn’t leave, even when I left that night to go to work. I watched the cameras all night, determined to rush out at any sign of movement, but nobody came.
The next night, the smell was starting to fade, and I was tired from staying up all night. But I didn’t give up. I kept a coffee by my side at all times and rarely looked away from the cameras. I skipped lunch and worked through my breaks, hoping to find something, but I didn’t.
The nights were starting to melt together into one long caffeine-fueled ordeal. I drank so much coffee that my hands were starting to tremble and the world faded into a soft haze, somewhere between the sands of the Afghani desert and my tiny office.
I lost track of time, focused only on finding the prick that thought he could come into my domain. I started to think of the building as my own. I guarded the databases in the basement and watched over the parking lots like a lion protecting his land.
When I wasn’t sleeping or working, I kept my phone close. Gillian would text in short bursts, asking how things were going and wondering when she could see me. It broke my heart that our schedules conflicted so much, but there was nothing I could do. I had to find this man. My job was dependent on it.
It must’ve been at least five days in when I got to work and found the office manager, Julie, standing outside the back door with a thin cigarette pressed between her blood red lips. “I need progress,” she said when I walked up. “You still haven’t found the people that are doing this, and the tenants are starting to get worried. What is taking so long?”
She was the kind of woman that lashed out if she wasn’t respected. She wanted me to say yes ma’am and be submissive, but I wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction. “They haven’t come yet, and I don’t have super powers.”
“If you can’t do it, I can find somebody who will.”
“If you’re that dumb, then you have no place being in a position of power. Nobody’s going to pull this guy out of their ass. I’ve come at this from every angle. All we can do is wait.”
She threw her cigarette down and ground it against the pavement with her heel. “I fucking hate that you’re right.”
“It sounds like you just have to find a way to relay the argument to whoever’s coming down on you.”
“Bankers think money can solve everything. It’s all they care about. I’m not going to convince them of anything. Just stay awake. If you fall asleep, I’ll cut off your cock and feed it to you raw, you got that?”
“You’re underestimating me.”
“Good.” She lit another cigarette and walked off.
I spent the entire night watching the cameras and going over the feeds. The only time the man showed up were the times that Fred had told me about. There was no more evidence for me to go over. All I could do was stare at the cameras, and I did so for two more nights, waiting for something to happen.
When I got home the next morning, my mind was racing. I kept going over what I would do if I saw the guy and what I would say when I finally caught him. I went over everything I could, up until that final moment when the cops dragged him away. I couldn’t stop. I tried closing my eyes and falling asleep, but I kept going back to that moment, thinking about how wonderful it would be when this was finally over and I could go back to working days.
The sun was shining through my blinds, so I turned away from the window and threw a pillow over my head to block out the lig
ht, but it wasn’t enough. My body was starting to feel the weight of staying up at night, and it was trying to get back at me.
I ended up having to take a sleeping pill just so I could calm my mind long enough to get some rest. When I woke up, it was dark, and I was still stuck in a haze. When would this be over? I got up and started making my bed like I always did.
Normally, I never missed a workout, but I was too tired and my head was hurting from the caffeine withdrawals, so I got dressed and headed out the door. A pair of lights hit me in the face, and I had to cover my eyes to see what was happening.
Gillian was pulling into the driveway. I felt relief wash over me. She got out of her car and walked up, her arms crossed over her chest. “Hey,” she seemed subdued.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I just needed to see you.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve been so worried. I can’t think. I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see you bleeding out on the pavement. I can’t take it.”
“I know. It’s been hard for me, too.”
“Dwayne, I think we need to take a break.”
“What are you saying? No, Gillian…”
She looked away. “I can’t keep worrying about you like this. It’s not healthy.”
“It’ll be over soon.”
“I’m sorry.” She walked back into her car and drove away. I wanted to go after her, but I knew that if I did, I’d just push her away. She had every right to be upset. If I was in her situation, I would’ve lost my mind a long time ago. I probably would’ve ended up driving to her work and dragging her out of there just so I could be sure that she was safe.
I had to be fair to her and respect her decision, but how could I possibly do that feeling the way that I did? I kept thinking about what it was like to be on top of her, watching her throw her head back while I thrust myself inside her. All of the nights we’d spent together washed over me in an unbearable wave. I’d never get another chance to taste her lips or smell the sweet scent of her perfume.
I tried to focus on driving, but there was no way I was going to get through this. I was completely broken. Gillian had changed my life. She took away my flashbacks and pulled me out of my shell. I was lost before I met her. I’d had no purpose, and these past few weeks, I’d been living for her. Now that she was gone, I didn’t know what I was going to do.
