“Brett….Please.” Kat moaned.
“Trust me, baby, not yet.”
“I’m already dripping.”
“Not enough.”
Kat grabbed Brett’s hair between her fingers. His tongue grazed her valley so softly and frequently, her hips rocked in response.
“Brett.” Kat said her voice breathless. Brett ignored her and continued to slide his fingers in and out while he licked her valley.
“God, Brett.” Kat never had someone actually take such a long scenic route. Every dip, curve, and valley had been touched and exploded by Brett. Kat came so hard and it felt like an aftershock of an earthquake, quick but still shaken up. Brett moved up and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
“Now you can have me.”
“What if I don’t want you now?”
“Then that’s okay.”
Kat smiled at Brett.
“I’m kidding, I want you.”
“Do you?” Brett asked and teased her valley with his fingertip. Kat shuddered and moaned.
“Stop teasing me, Brett.”
“You know it’s especially sexy when you call my name like that.”
Kat hit him playfully.
Brett moved so that he was on top of her, Kat felt so aroused and comforted at the same time. There was a sense of satisfaction knowing that Brett knew her so well and wasn’t just another jerk she’d bought home. She opened her legs to him and gasped when she felt him in her stomach. “Oh God.”
“You alright?” Brett asked sounding startled.
“Yeah I just need to adjust to him a little.”
“I’ll help you with that.” Brett said and rolled her over on her side. Kat moaned when he rubbed his fingertip on her valley and thrusted inside her. She leaned her head back and allowed him to engulf her with his mouth.
“Brett…”
“Yeah, baby.”
“You can give me all of him now I’m ready.” Kat spread her legs wider for Brett to enter. She really wanted to make sure he was pleased. She bit her lip and wondered where had this man learned to send her over the edge?
“Take your time I plan on having you each and every way I can.”
“Tonight?”
“No, tomorrow and the next day.”
“So the next three days?”
Brett laughed.
Kat felt her body stiffen. There was no way she could wait for Brett to put all of himself in. She was about to erupt. Just as her walls tightened around Brett, he called out, “Fuck.”
Kat felt relieved when she saw the blissful expression on Brett’s face. She was beginning to think that she was the only one enjoying herself. She snuggled up in his arm and shyly ran her hand down his chest - it was better than what she imagined it’d be like when she met her military pen pal. She had already told herself if Brett Park was good looking, she’d date him. A lot of people thought she was crazy for sleeping with men first then dating them, but she thought of all her dates as potential husbands and she just couldn’t marry a guy who wasn’t good in bed. She could put up with a lot of things, but that wasn’t one of them. Luckily Brett had been amazing, the best she ever had.
“Let’s date.” She whispered.
She half hoped Brett was asleep because she didn’t want to ruin things between them. Having sex was enough. She didn’t know what she would do if he became on of the long list of jerks she dated. What could he advise her to do about himself?
“Is this how you proposition your boyfriends?”
Kat looked at him he still had his eyes closed. She sighed he’d been awake. “Sort-of.”
Kat felt Brett’s whole body stiffen and pushed away from him. She grabbed the sheet from the bed - she recognized that from the given reaction, Brett didn’t want to date her. Sleeping with her was fine, but he didn’t actually want to date her. Kat had a particular list for jerks like that NEVER AGAIN. She couldn’t believe Brett was one of the guys she’d never sleep with, see or have anything to do with ever again.
“I’m going to the guest room.” Kat said and left. Outside Brett’s room, she waited for him to come chasing after her. She refused to believe he was a NEVER AGAIN guy. She counted slowly to three hundred and Brett was still inside his room. Tears fought to come out, Kat pushed them back this time she couldn’t exactly run away. She still owed rent and though it wasn’t Ms. Park’s place, they still had a contract and she’d honor it.
**********
Brett stared at his bedroom door for a long time.
“Be still.” He whispered to his heart.
He couldn’t date Kat - he still suffered from PTS and had insomnia. He didn’t like talking about it, and it was enough that he told her in his letter that he was seeing Dr. Marshall. He really didn’t want Kat to worry about him. He still wanted to be seen as ‘Captain America’ in her eyes, even if he knew the truth.
Brett found his boxers, left the bedroom and went into the guestroom, where Kat was sleeping soundly.
“I’m sorry Kit Kat, but I have a lot of things I need to take care of.” Brett said, grabbed his medication and the water bottle from the nightstand, popped the sleeping pill in his mouth, and chased it down.
He went back to his room and laid down, the room smelled of French vanilla and the soft musk of sex. For the first time in a long time he actually wanted to talk to a therapist. Dr. Marshall would be surprised - she might even credit the Eros business card, not that she’d be wrong.
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“Brett!”
Brett opened his eyes, jolted up, and turned on the light. Kat was in his room and she looked frightened and pale. He closed his eyes and thought that this was exactly why they couldn’t be more than friends. Night terrors of being captured by the enemy, running away from bombs, seeing men he served with every day die before they returned home to their families kept him awake even when he slept.
Kat sank down on the bed and hugged him, Brett tried to wiggle free - he didn’t need sympathy because he chose the army. He could have just gone to college and became a doctor like his parents wanted. Instead, he decided to run away from his life and only once he’d already seen too many deaths did he realize he could die.
He really didn’t want to die, though, but he’d been so close many times. The doctors said that one bullet had been five centimeters away from his heart. Five. After a while Brett cried. No matter what he’d gone through before, he’d never once cried. He never trusted people enough to allow himself even a fiction of vulnerability. Here with Kat rubbing his head he felt safe. There was just something about Kat that made him open up to her, whether it was in the lines of his letters or in person. Being with Kat would be nice, but it was impossible. In the countless letters over the years, he always reminded Kat that she deserved better.
“You know why people breakup in romantic movies? One of the main characters is an idiot. They don’t talk things through with each other. Brett, I can handle you - you aren’t on drugs, don’t have a wife and two kids, and as far as I know you aren’t a gigolo wanting to break into the acting world.”
Brett wiped his eyes and moved away from Kat. What the hell was she talking about?
“These were the guys I was too ashamed to mention in my letters.”
“I meant what I said Kat, you deserve someone who’ll love you wholeheartedly, and not some loser who’ll drag you down.”
“That’s for me to decide and I’ve decided I want to see where you and I go.”
Brett shook his head no. “I’m not the right guy for you—” Kat interrupted him with a kiss. Brett quickly forgot all about his argument when he felt Kat’s tongue tease him, and it made him stir slightly. He completely lost all his senses when Kat reached her hand into his boxers and started to stroke his treasure.
“Relax. Let me take care of you.” Kat said and bent down.
Brett closed his eyes and allowed himself to be pleased only thinking about Kat and where she currently had her mouth. It was the first time in a long t
ime that he felt completely at ease.
THE END
BONUS Afrikaans
Militêre beheer
Ligskakelaars het geen doel in ‘n vakante huis, maar sodra iemand, selfs al is dit een persoon beklee die huis, hulle dien ‘n doel - om vloed lig in die duisternis. Dit was in die duisternis wat Brett Park het ‘n skaduwee en donker rooi vlekke in sy hande. Die skaduwee van ‘n man veroorsaak sy innerlike lig skakelaar. Hy moet in plaas van growwe met die petite meisie aan sy sy geluister het.
Brett het dikwels terugflitse van ‘n paar van die soldate probeer om vroue in die buiteland het hy geveg in te verkrag. Hy kon nie bly staan wanneer die mense was onbeskof vroue. Hy het gesien elke vrou as sy ma, ‘n minnares wat swak behandel is deur sy pa en vaderlike grootouers. Hoewel sy moeder was soet, familie sy pa se altyd net haar sien as die waansinnige Amerikaanse vrou wat besmet die berugte Park familie naam.
Die Park se besit Avenue Cosmetics, een van Korea se grootste merk velsorg maatskappye. Sy pa was die enigste seun uit drie dogters en ‘n erfgenaam Avenue Cosmetics. Na ‘n minnares bedoel niks in die VSA, maar die geslag voor gegroei van sy vader in Korea waar Avenue hoofkwartier was, en dit beteken alles wat daar. Miskien sal die situasie nie so erg gewees het as sy ma kom uit ‘n goeie agtergrond, was nie wit en nie swanger raak. Dit maak nie saak, nie meer, het Brett sy vader nie gesien het nie, aangesien hy was ses jaar oud toe sy moeder het vir hom en hardloop weg van haar huwelik en die gesin Park.
‘N Stem begin eggo in sy oor. Dit behoort aan ‘n vrou, en dit het gepaard gegaan met die geween van ‘n sirene. Stadig die donkerte begin om te draai in dowwe straatligte, en die donker rooi wat sy hand lood was inderdaad bloed. Die bloed het behoort aan die skaduwee, of liewer ‘n man wat blyk te wees in sy laat twintigs. Sy gesig was heeltemal te geslaan Brett presies te vertel.
Brett gestruikel om sy voete, nie meer verlore in die duisternis. Hy kyk na sy hand het hy in pyn, subtiele was, nog steeds dit was daar. Bloed drup uit sy hande. Hy was nie seker of dit behoort aan hom of die ander man, maar Brett voel ‘n bietjie skuldig. Hy was gewoonlik gereserveer en relatief kalm.
Dam! Waarom het hy betrokke raak in hierdie ontstellende sake? Wat was dit wat die man gesê het, “Sy is my meisie so omgee jou besigheid?” Te oordeel aan sy huidige ligging, hy werklik moes die man alleen gelaat. Hy was iewers in die rug stegie landgebonde tussen ‘n afsluit Mexikaanse restaurant en ‘n paar klubs. Neonligte geskyn bokant hom wat Gentlemen’s Lounge lees.
“Hey! Ek het gesê jy is alright? “
Brett geklopte sy kop rond en kyk oor na die meisie. Sy het nie lyk soos ‘n stripper - daar was nie ‘n skraps artikel van klere in sig nie. Sy dra leer broek, ‘n wit t-hemp en ‘n deurmekaar leerbaadjie. Wye bruin oë staar terug by hom onder ‘n swart fedora met ‘n mop van blonde knallen skeer nie. Sy was mooi, natuurlik, maar hy kon nie te veel vertel, aangesien dit laat in die nag en relatief donker. Maar as sy lyk mooi vir hom, het sy beslis lyk goed vir ‘n dronk man.
“Ek stel voor jy een van die uitsmyters begelei jou buite volgende keer. Sommige ouens nie verstaan nie wat jy doen dit om te leef en dit is al wat jy doen. “Brett het geantwoord en opgestopte sy hande in sy broek.
Hy het haar nog ‘n vinnige een-keer-oor en sy kop geskud ongelukkig. Hy wonder hoe sy beland stroping wanneer elke duim van haar was bedek. Die weer was hard en koud, maar die ‘n paar strippers wat gekom het om sy skande show getuig gedra variasies van liggaam-drukkies rokke en rompe met sykouse. Hulle het die deel, maar sy uitgestaan.
Brett het sy mond oopgemaak om te sê hoe meer hy wou meer oor hierdie meisie te leer ken. Hy verander vinnig sy kop toe hy ‘n polisie-motor trek.
Hy het omgedraai om weg te loop, maar haar stem het hom gestop. “Ek dink jy het die wrong-”
Hy was nie presies seker wat sy bedoel. Maar voordat sy kon voltooi haar gedink Brett weggeglip. Die polisie is om nader, en hy kon nie waag om deur die polisie ondervra, aangesien hy ‘n bietjie van ‘n rekord gehad het. Miskien sy ‘heldhaftige / verraad’ manewales wat het hom in baie tronke gegooi en hy het hom ‘n skrale voet soldaat tydens die oorlog het ongesiens verby en hy het rein geword. Wat ook al die geval is, is dit die beste was hy nie meng met die polisie.
Brett gehawende. ‘Captain America’ ja reg, sy bevelvoerder sou verbaas om uit te vind hy was nie die onskuldige, goedhartige kind hy gedink het hy was nie. In werklikheid, was hy ‘n skurk. Hy het hard geveg vir sy land en het altyd sy kamerade om die medics, sodat hulle ‘n kans om nie saak hoe slim sodat hy kan lewe leef het. Die gesegde veiligheid in getalle beteken iets in die oorlog.
Brett weggesteek agter ‘n asblik bin en kyk na die meisie in die swart fedora hoed. Sy is op soek na hom en gelukkig een van die truuks wat hy geleer wegsteek van die vyand was om nooit loop as dit kon gehelp word. Die meeste mense het wanneer gekonfronteer met konflik, wat slegs het hulle meer sigbaar.
Brett loer uit by die meisie en die beampte ondervra haar. Daar was ‘n groter skare bymekaar nou en meer geween, maar hierdie keer is dit het geklink soos die ambulans was genoem.
Leun terug teen die asblik kan, Brett gegrawe die business card sy terapeut het hom uit sy sak gegee. Hy was regtig om desperate om plek om so ‘n ding, nie dat hy regtig kon blameer Doctor Marshall. Hy het nooit met haar gepraat, maar dit was nog steeds vir haar wat hom na hierdie plek gestuur het en veroorsaak het dat die domino’s om te val. Het dr Marshall opgemerk dat hy ‘n bietjie ontneem in die seks departement? Het sy hom gesien het staar haar bene? Hy kon werklik homself nie help hy gevind dr Marshall se potlood rompe dat haar gladde bene gewys het om te wees sexy.
Gekleurde hand Brett se het ‘n rooi afdruk op die kaart. Hy sug. Vanaand was nie die nag vir hom om te ontspan in Eros Nightclub soos Dr Marshall wou. Hy wil hê om jou te laat sy skat wees ontevrede vir nog ‘n nag soos hy was nie in die bui vir die tronk nie.
Wanneer die skare het begin om weg van die toneel te loop, Brett stap uit van agter die asblik bin en loop langs twee ouens met sigarette in hul hande. “Het jy ‘n ekstra kan ek bedel?” Vra die man Brett naaste aan hom.
“Ja, geen probleem. Kom jy uit die teater? “Vra die man, en geput uit ‘n sigaret vir hom terwyl sy makker hom ‘n wedstryd geteister.
Brett aangesteek sy sigaret en kyk na sy verbleikte opgerol swart jean outfit, dan kyk na wat hulle dra - langbroek en knoppie up hemde. Dit het gelyk in sy tyd weg hy vergeet dat wat nuwerwets in klein buiteland was beskou het nog terug na die Verenigde State van Amerika herwin word.
“Jy kan sê dat.” Brett het geantwoord en laat uit ‘n wolk van rook.
“Grease, reg?” Die man wat geteister die ligter gevra.
“West Side Story?” Vra sy buddy.
Nog rookwolk het verdwyn in die nag lug voordat Brett besluit om te beantwoord.
“Ek kan jou nie sê omdat ek nie amptelik gehuur. Hulle sal nie eens vertel my alles. “
“Theater mense kan weird wees.”
“Ja. Kom ons gaan terug binnekant. Sterkte man. “
Brett knik sy kop en op pad na een van die geel taxi gevoer buite van ‘n ander klub. Hou sy gekneusde hand, leun hy terug in die cushy taxi sitplek en vertel die bestuurder sy toespraak. Hy knyp sy oë toe as die taxi-bestuurder getrek weg van die randsteen en haastig teenoor sy huis.
Klanke van bomme, geweerskote, en het hom terug na die werklikheid en sy oë oopgegaan.
‘N bejaarde man Arabiese gedraai in sy sitplek op soek na hom half vererg en half bekommerd.
“Is alles reg? Ek het probeer om jou herhaaldelik wakker en jy lyk om bloeding. “
Brett was gedisoriënteerd, maar kyk uit die venster op die beige en perske Spaanse villa dat hy die huis genoem.
“Ek is fine Ek het op ‘n paar gemors drank in die klub. Ek sal dek vir die skade. “
“Is jy seker jy wil nie vir my om jou te stuur na die hospitaal?”
Brett het sy kop geskud en probeer om te kry uit die taxi. Alles begin vervaag en die stem van die drywer se geword verre.
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In die koue
nag lug, ‘n sterk rukwind byna blaas die swart fedora af Kat Richards se kop. Sy verskuif angstig van voet tot voet sy wou die polisiebeampte aan haar sy sou haastig met haar lyn van ondervraging. Sy het na dit nou al vir die twintig minute. Haar gesig was omtrent soliede gevries as sy nie vinnig klaar.
Wat het sy omgee as Jin erg seer? Jin het reeds gestuur na die naaste hospitaal, nie omdat hy dit verdien. ‘N ontbinding is ‘n ontbinding en hoe durf hy dink hy kan haar te soen, en al sou vergewe word. Net te dink oor die hele situasie het haar kookpunt. Op die top van alles Jin selfs gedink sy het seks met hom te hê in ‘n stegie. Hy moet haar vir een van sy ondersteuners het verkeerd.
Wie was die man wat tot haar redding gekom het? Hy lyk redelik mooi, maar miskien was dit die straat lig speel truuks met haar. Van wat sy in die donker kon sien nie, het hy ‘n soet gesig en lyk soos ‘n engel. Sy engele gesig nie ooreenstem met sy woede, maar dan weer sy moes geweet ‘n man nie te vertrou nie geklee soos hy ‘n rolverdeling van Grease was.
“Kan jy die man wat jou kêrel aangerand beskryf?”
“Ex-boyfriend …” Kat kon hom in perfekte detail beskryf. Hoeveel mense het gekom om die rooi lig distrik geklee soos John Travolta se Danny Zucko? “Hy was in swart opgerol broek, ‘n swart opgerol t-shirt-”
“Ek bedoel hoe lank sou jy sê hy was. Het jy sy oog kleur sien? “
Kat dink vir ‘n minuut. Sy gevang slegs ‘n klein kykie van sy gesig voordat hy begin rip Jin aan flarde. Hoe kon sy beskryf sy funksies, sê hy het ‘n engel gesig het nie lyk soos ‘n goeie beskrywing. Die enigste ander ding wat sy geweet het oor hom was hy gespierde was.Sy biceps plooi elke keer as hy ‘n punch, en sy linkerarm het ‘n tattoo mou. Anders as dit, sy regtig kon hom nie beskryf. Sy het nie eens ‘n goeie blik op sy arm om enige regte tattoos te sien.
“O, ek het nie aandag te gee aan wat net sy klere. Aantrek soos ‘n rolverdeling van Grease is vreemd, reg? “
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