“You just wait,” said Jena. “It gets much better than this. There’s a special spot I want you to see. Follow me.”
Jena walked across the dirt road. She lowered herself to the ground and disappeared behind the dense brush area.
“Be careful sliding through there,” Steven heard her call from the other side. “There are thorns in the bushes.”
Steven laughed. “What the hell are you trying to do, baby—shred me to pieces?”
Steven squatted down and peeked through a tiny opening. Sure enough there were spiked thorns guarding nature’s gateway. He carefully parted the branches and slipped underneath them.
“Are you okay, baby?” asked Jena.
“Yeah,” laughed Steven. “You won’t find many people sliding through that booby-trapped entrance.”
“That’s the point,” said Jena. “I’ve been coming here for years. I’ve never seen a person over on this side. That’s what I love about it. Follow me, baby.”
Steven followed her through a heavily wooded area. He watched as his sexy baby zig-zagged her way around the thick brush. It was fun to see this side of her. She never failed to amaze him. What a very special girl she was. Suddenly she stopped.
“Ssshh,” she whispered. Then she pointed to a branch directly over their head. Steven looked up to see a large owl perched upon it. It couldn’t have been more than five feet from them. Its huge eyes stared down upon them. They seemed to lock into Jena’s. It was truly an amazing sight.
“Don’t move, baby,” whispered Jena. “She’s my friend. I see her every time I come here. As long as you stand still she won’t fly away.”
Steven took it in. He had never been so close to an owl before. They really were beautiful creatures. He could sense the connection with Jena. It was if they were communicating. Jena nudged him with her elbow and whispered.
“I know it’s a female because I saw her with her baby once. Her name is Truth. She told me that the first time I met her.”
She told her! Steven remained silent. He wasn’t about to disrupt whatever was going on. Jena and her owl friend talking to each other—wow!
Truth blended perfectly into the forest. Her red and brown feathers were striking. You could sense the strength that lay tucked under her wings. You could feel the power of her presence. And yes—there really was truth behind those eyes. They bore a hole into your soul.
Steven gazed in wonderment. The owl exuded an air of nobility and pride. No wonder owls were ancient symbols of wisdom. There was an element of mystery about them. There was an all-knowing about them. Truth exuded truth.
Steven turned his attention to Jena. He had no idea she was so tuned into nature. It shouldn’t have surprised him though. As sensual as she was it seemed natural that animals would pick up on it. She appreciated beauty in all things. An animal would have no reason to fear. Jena was one of their own.
Steven watched as the two beautiful creatures bonded. Both were stunning creations, one human and the other an inhabitant of the forest. They were sharing the same wavelength, one of compassion and understanding. They were taking in the big picture. It was quite incredible.
Steven continued watching. It was not his call to interrupt such magic. For over a minute no one moved. Finally the owl rotated its head and looked directly at Steven. It seemed to acknowledge him and thank him. Then something strange occurred.
Truth’s eyes relayed a message of sorts. They seemed to talk to him. The message was to treat Jena right. Never hurt her, for doing so also hurts me. Take care of my friend forever and she’ll take care of you. In her love you’ll find joy and true happiness.
Truth then turned back to Jena. They stared at each other for a long moment. Truth blinked three times to say goodbye. Then she lifted off the branch and flew away. Hers was a silent flight as she disappeared amongst the dense forest. She left her friend until the next time.
“God, baby,” said Steven. “That was unbelievable. I think she was communicating with me too.”
“Yes, she was,” said Jena matter-of-factly. “I heard what she said—take care of me and never hurt me. I told you her name was Truth. That’s what she speaks.”
Steven was stunned. How could he not want to spend the rest of his life with Jena? What an incredibly special girl she was. There were so many aspects to her personality. Jena was so interesting, so captivating, so soulful—so in tune with the universe. She could talk to wild animals for God’s sake. And make them talk to him! What would she do next?
Steven stepped to her and took her into his arms. He kissed her lips.
“Baby, I don’t know how you do the things you do, but I know one thing. I love you more than anything in the world. You are my special baby. Thanks for coming back into my life.”
Jena smiled. “No—thank you, baby. You’re the one that sets me free. You’re the one that allows me to be me. For once in my life I can be myself and not worry about what people think. It’s you, baby. It’s you who makes me a better person.”
They held each other tight. They listened to the precious silence. There was only the sound of the wind echoing through the trees. It was whistling a rhythm for their dancing hearts. It serenaded them with the essence of love. There was only now. Tomorrow seemed so far away.
They could have stayed there forever. There was no place they would rather be than in each other’s arms. They could melt into each other and become a puddle on the forest floor. It would be okay as long as they were together. Nothing else mattered.
“Hey, do you hear that?” said Jena softly. “Listen to that sound out in the distance.”
Steven stood still and held his breath. Sure enough he heard it too—hoo-hoo-hoo. It was the unmistakable call of an owl.
“That’s Truth telling us to be on our way,” said Jena.
They both laughed. How did it come to be that an owl was dictating their schedule?
“Well,” said Steven. “I guess we’d better listen to her and get going.”
“Yes,” said Jena. “She wants you to see my special place. That’s where she’s at now. Come on, let’s go.”
“Okay, baby. Lead the way.”
For ten minutes they trekked through the forest. Parts of it were quite rugged. They crossed over a creek on a makeshift log. They navigated their way through a section of thick brush. At one point Jena seemed to be confused as to where they were.
Steven was beginning to wonder if they would ever find it. Maybe Jena was lost. It was easy to lose your sense of direction in the wilderness. Then they arrived.
“We made it,” said Jena excitedly. “It’s right around the bend. Take my hand and close your eyes.”
Steven latched onto her hand as they rounded the bend.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” said Jena.
Steven opened his eyes. “Oh, baby, that’s beautiful. It’s magnificent.”
They were standing in a tiny clearing. It opened up into a 360 degree view. On one side they looked down into a canyon. On the other was a gorgeous view of a nearby mountain range.
“This is it, baby,” said Jena. “This is my special place. I’ve never brought anyone here.”
Steven could feel her energy permeate the entire area. Yes, for sure this was Jena’s place. This was his baby’s little private haven. This is where she came to recharge her soul.
“I’ve probably been up here about fifty times,” said Jena. “When I was going through that bad time in my marriage I was up here every week. Somehow this place calms me down. It puts things back in perspective.”
Steven took off the small backpack he had been carrying. He opened it up.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said. “Look at what I brought.”
Steven pulled out a bottle of Chateau Kiss and a corkscrew. He proceeded to open it.
“Oh, Steven, that’s such a good idea. We can share some wine at my favorite place. Thank you so much, baby.”
Jena walked over to a lone tree that stood in
the clearing. Underneath it was a natural rock formation.
“Come sit over here,” she said. “These rocks actually make for some pretty comfortable chairs.
“Sure,” replied Steven as he poured the wine into two plastic cups. He handed one over to Jena.
“Cheers, baby. Here’s to me and you in your special spot. I hope we’re here together many more times.”
They each took a sip of the wine. A long moment passed. One thought flashed in both their minds. Neither of them spoke of it. It was a bummer intrusion that should just come and go. Today was Sunday. Tomorrow morning Steven would be leaving.
As quickly as it appeared they discarded it. They pushed it aside for the time being. It would slice them to pieces soon enough. There was no need to let it ruin their day—their last day. Right now was their time. Nobody or nothing would take it away.
They both took a seat. Steven leaned back. The rocks were surprisingly comfortable as the surface was flat and smooth. They were angled in the shape of a long sofa. It shouldn’t have surprised him that Jena’s special spot was furnished by nature. There was even a rock table reaching over the sofa to place their drinks.
Neither spoke for a moment as they let the wind do the talking. They could hear it in the canyon below. It whistled peace and love and truth. It was like a faraway train passing in the night. You could hear the rumble approaching as it got closer and closer. Then it waved as it passed you by and kept on going. It headed on down the tracks to who knows where. It was meant to be free.
Steven took another look around. This was his baby’s place, her hideaway from troubles, her escape from the madness. This was her little piece of runaway heaven, her shelter from the storm.
Then he looked at his baby, his Jena girl. She was gazing down into the canyon below. Her green-eyed gleam energized all that lay in its path. Jena was projecting her spirit across her terrain. She was marking her territory with a piece of her soul. She was opening her heart to all who dared walk into it. All were welcome in the castle of Jena’s love.
Jena was beautiful inside and out. She had become a piece of him. Every time she opened the door she let another side of her run free. She exposed another piece of her soul. There was nothing but goodness inside of her. Any anger and hate and jealousy had fled long ago. All the negative emotions that plagued every human had been purged.
Jena was shining in the golden light of pure love. She was basking in the sunshine of understanding. Hers was an open heart that bled truth. She was as real as real could be. What you saw was what you got. And that was the most beautiful girl in the world. That was his baby. That was his Jena girl.
Steven thought back to that time long ago. Twenty years ago Jena was his friend. Even then she had a hold on his heart. In a way they wasted those years they could have shared. But in his heart he knew this was the right path. They had both traveled the rocky road of love and life. They both had stumbled along the way. They both had lived and learned and now they were shiny and new. They were fresh and alive and ready for a new beginning. They were ready for a taste of the real thing.
Now they knew love when they saw it. They could see through the illusion of the pretenders. They could read the lies for they were as plain as day. They could also read the truth. And when truth hit you in the face you paid attention. You grabbed onto it and held it tight. It was precious and rare and something you dare not let pass you by.
Jena was his one and only. There was no doubt about it. She had stripped him down to his naked soul. She had shredded the armor that harbored his emotions. She had peeled back the layers of ambiguity that protected him so. Buried underneath was the raw truth.
They were free—free to be themselves. You could fly off into your dream and know the other would be there if it crashed. Your partner would understand and accept because she loved you—because that’s who you were. You shared your deepest, darkest fantasy because you could. That’s what he and Jena had. They made each other better.
Jena was his friend, his lover—and now his eternal soulmate. Life had been a lesson. Love was the reward.
Chapter 42
“Do you want to watch the Super Bowl, baby?” asked Jena. “I’m sure it’s still on.”
“Sure,” said Steven. “We’ll watch it for a little while if you like.”
They had just walked through the door. What a day it had been. They had spent three hours at Jena’s hideaway. It seemed they discussed everything. They shared their hopes and dreams. They vented past traumas of the heart. They analyzed the meaning of life. They shared their views on what it was all about. Their conversation was all over the place.
There was one subject that wasn’t discussed—tomorrow. Neither of them wanted to open up the door that would slam in their face. There was no use in wrecking precious time. They were going to put a smile on the face of the clock. It would frown back at them soon enough. Tomorrow it would tick away in sadness. It would count the long, lonely seconds of separated love.
Jena turned on the TV. The game was in the third quarter. The Dolphins were winning in a runaway. Luckily the media had another weapon to hold the audience’s attention. Katherine the Great was in the announcers’ booth. She was being interviewed after her halftime performance.
For sure she was spicing up the airwaves with her no-subject-off-limits personality. No doubt the TV ratings people were eating it up. A worldwide audience was tuned in—largely because of Katherine the Great. She was the biggest star in the world and riding high. The big game was secondary to the reigning queen of entertainment. Runaway score or not, no one was turning off the television with KG on the screen—except for Steven and Jena.
“You know, baby,” said Steven. “Why don’t we just turn it off? This is our time. We can read about in the papers tomorrow. It’ll be all over the internet. I don’t want anything to take away from us.”
Jena clicked off the TV. Steven was right. Why should they waste precious time watching sports and entertainment? They had each other and right now that trumped everything. At least tomorrow she wouldn’t have any regrets. She wouldn’t look back at these last hours as wasted. It would be spent with her man, her hot baby—the one she loved.
Jena kissed him on the cheek. “I’m going to shower, baby.”
“Yeah,” said Steven. “I’m going to jump in there when you’re finished. It’s been a long day.”
Jena ran a hand down his chest. Then she pulled him in and squeezed his ass with both hands. Her eyes were getting that look. She didn’t try to hide it nor did she want to. She gazed into his eyes.
“I wanna get good and clean for you. Then I want you xx xx xx. I want to wake up tomorrow and wear you until I see you again. I want to carry a piece of you inside of me. I want to be able to smell you and taste you even when you’re not here.”
“Yeah, baby,” said Steven softly. “That’s what we’ll do. We’ll roll in each other until we’re one. I’ll cover you with me. You cover me with you.”
Steven kissed her lips and gave her a little slap on the ass.
“Go ahead and get in the shower, baby.”
Jena gave him one last glance before she turned away. It was one of those instant-erection implants into his brain. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was planting her seed of pleasure. She was telling him to get ready because she sure was.
Jena was in heat and was letting him know it. She needed her Steven fix. She needed her cure. It would be their last night for who knows how long and it wouldn’t be wasted.
She walked into the bathroom. She closed the door halfway behind her. Steven watched as she undressed. He watched her shed her garments one at a time. He watched her grace him with her beauty as the clothing fell to the floor.
Steven watched her brush her teeth. Who would have ever thought that was sexy—but Jena sure as hell made it hot. All he could think about was his baby getting cleaned up for him. She had only one thing on her mind—getting in and out of that shower and into his arms. H
is baby was so damn hot. She was so xx xx xx.
Jena was putting on an erotic show and didn’t even know it. That’s how sensual his baby was. It all came naturally to her. She truly was the sexiest girl there ever was. Every little movement had an element of raw sexuality. Every twist of her hot body sent his blood racing. Every breath she took she turned into a performance. Jena turned him on like nothing else.
Jena slipped behind the shower curtain and into the water. Steven could see her shadowed silhouette. She was an image of grace and beauty—exquisite perfection. Steven watched as she reached between her legs to clean herself. She was getting ready for him. Jena was preparing for love.
Steven was xx xx xx. Jena’s lusty look had done its job. He wanted her xx xx xx. He wanted to kiss her, taste her—be inside her. His hot baby’s little seed had sprouted. It was now a raging primal impulse—one that couldn’t be stopped.
Steven stripped off. He was xx xx xx. Heart of the Animal’s shower scene flashed across his mind. It was about to be reenacted. Jena was going to get another taste of her favorite author’s imagination. Joan Dixon was going to deliver it straight to her.
* CENSORED *
“Look into my eyes,” said Steven. “Let me see those beautiful eyes.”
Jena looked into him. Her eyes told the story a thousand words couldn’t capture. They were hungry and satisfied at the same time. She was lost in lust and love. She was on the crest of a wave riding its power. Nothing mattered but her and her man. All was perfect.
Their eyes locked as Steven’s face came to hers. It seemed like slow motion. They met in a kiss as they took in each other. Their eyes caressed each other with pure emotion. They truly were the windows into the souls for now they had proof. They too were locked together in a kiss. Steven and Jena were soulmates. They were meant to be.
Jena felt another rush. A fire was spreading throughout her body. It was unlike any sensation she had ever felt. It was pleasure coming from the heart. It was pleasure streaming from her soul. It was flesh and blood running hot with the power of love.
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