He only calls me when he needs me for something, and despite my usual cool demeanor, this was getting under my skin. I've been used like a tool what seems all of my life, by the very people we were hiding out from. "What is it this time, Doc?"
"See for yourself."
I didn't have to see, I could smell. Not only did I have a visual acuity nearly 50 times greater than an average human being, but my olfactory senses are almost on par with canines. Yeah, that's how good they are. That however, never deterred me from my habit of smoking, notwithstanding the noxious fumes. "Got a cigarette, Doc?"
Sean was flustered, and I enjoyed watching him teeter on the edge of panic. "Look, get rid of the bears first, then I'll rummage around and find your smokes."
"Open all the canned goods we got, and take out any meat in the fridge." I walked to the door and threw it open to find the cubs nosing around on the porch. "Naughty little cubs, shoo!" I waved my arms at them and that's when Big Mama came. She stood up on her hind legs and let out a roar that nearly blew my housedress off. "Hey, cool your jets big lady."
She came back down on her front paws, took a few steps and sniffed me.
"Hi, remember me?" Still standing on the threshold, I half turned my head. "If you have the food ready, put it in a box. There's one in the corner." I held out my hand and Mama Grizzly licked it. "Just hold on, it's coming...that's not food, it's my hand."
Sean handed me the box. "That's six cans of corned beef, four cans of tuna, all of them opened, and the last of our hamburger meat. I'll have to go down and get more supplies soon as these critters are gone."
I put the box on my head and walked out with the bears scampering after me.
"Hey, where you going?"
"Up the hill, away from the cabin. There's a hollow below a big oak tree three quarters of the way up. If we keep a stock of food there and make sure it doesn't run out, they'll look there first and won't bother us at the cabin."
"That was pretty neat," he said. "Balancing that box on your head as you walked. Where did you learn that?"
We were sitting on the sofa, now positioned in front of the fireplace, with a lovely little fire burning, I might add. In the flickering orange glow, I could not stop myself from thinking how handsome he was, particularly adorable with that lick that hung over his forehead.
Not to mention, I found his admiration for me totally appealing. "Think that's tough? Try doing that with a 60-pound backpack and holding on to an M16 rifle."
"I presume you've done that. Can you tell me where you were when called upon to do that?"
"Central African Republic."
"What the hell were you doing there?"
"Sorry, that's classified info."
"So, is there anything else you can tell me about your illustrious career, I mean the stuff that's not classified, of course?"
I didn't exactly like his tone. "Are you mocking me?"
"No, I'm serious."
The contrite look on his face showed that he was. So I told him the more interesting episodes of my black ops experiences, but I deliberately omitted my assassination jobs, like that last one in Columbia. I didn't want him to judge me too harshly, and I found it strange that I should feel that way. I conceded that I had fallen for this guy, and that's a first for me. I was grateful that he didn't interrupt me with stupid questions. In fact, he was rather an apt listener. Until I stopped talking, that is. Only a minute's pause gave him the opportunity to fire away.
"You mean to tell me that guy in Indonesia ..."
"Doc, why don't we change the subject? I only talked about it because I thought I owed you something."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Me and you?"
"All of us."
I could detect the enthusiasm in his face, just as I anticipated. His smile was wider than the Verrazano Bridge. "I think that's a great idea."
"Your face betrays your delight in this." I said that with merely a hint of criticism, but he got the message.
"Sorry if I seem flippant. But it is a positive thing, to talk, don't you think?"
"More than positive, it's crucial."
"So, to open the discussion, what would you like to say?
"How did you meet Belinda?" I asked him. "Through Katrina?"
"No, through Cherry."
"Figures. Of all of us, she's the shallowest personality. Easy to surface from there. It's Katrina I'm worried about though."
"Why is that?"
"Look, according to you, healing is a matter of integration. That means that we as individuals have to be absorbed, to no longer exist as individual beings. Correct?"
He didn't say anything at first.
"Correct?" I repeated.
"Yes, I'd have to say so."
"Katrina is afraid."
"Why? She's the host personality."
"I wouldn't be so sure of that."
"Are you afraid?"
"No. I knew from the onset that my future would be short, considering the business I'm in. If not killed by the enemy, I would eventually be terminated by my own employers; or, at best, be brainwashed and reprogrammed. Anisa Grant does not have much of a future, I know that already."
He responded by simply sitting in silence. I could tell he was not happy about the situation, totally unprepared for what was happening to him, not fully appreciating what healing would entail.
"Are you willing to see us go, me, Cherry, Katrina?"
"Why do you keep mentioning Katrina?"
I was beginning to doubt Dr. Paisley's competence. "Do they hand out psychiatry diplomas at Wal-Mart?"
"Big expert, can't figure it out?"
He looked at me, begging me to give him the answer to my question.
"I remember the time at the hospital. So does Cherry. But Katrina? Can Katrina remember being a patient?"
He looked at me with his mouth wide open.
I've led him onto a path that he knew he had to follow. And god, did he look pitiful.
I sensed that this was a bad time, but I had no choice. It was either now or never. "Doc, we've been through a lot of shit together, haven't we?"
"Saved your ass on a number of occasions?"
"That you did."
"Remember how I picked you up at that Mall, and we stole that car for our getaway?"
"You stole it, not 'we'."
"And how we made them stand down at that warehouse?"
"You stood them down, I was shitting in my pants."
"Can I ask you a favor? You're the only man that I've ever been close to. Those bastards hard-wired us so we can't have close relationships."
"What is it Anisa?"
This was hard for me, but I needed it. "I would like for you to say goodbye to me properly."
"Wait a minute, what do you mean, say goodbye? I'll see you again, won't I?"
"I don't think so. You won't have any further need for me."
"Please, Anisa, don't put it like that."
"Make love to me. One more time. I want you to remember me in a nice way."
His face expressed sadness, and it might have been my imagination, but I thought I could see those gentle blue eyes moistening. He took my hand and kissed the back of it. "Sure."
His soft kisses on my face, him nuzzling my neck with his nose, the little love bites, and his hands lovingly caressing my body, I thought to myself that this wasn't a bad way to go. I reciprocated, giving back what he gave me, a slow, long savoring of each other's bodies. I swear, there wasn't one part of us that wasn't grazed by moist lips. He sucked on my nipples in greedy nourishment, but taking pauses to look deeply into my eyes. I couldn't have asked for more. When he went down on me, licking my clit and both my outer and inner lips, I floated in a realm of pleasure. I was going to die happy, and this thought excited me. Eventually, he was inside me and it didn't take long before we were entangled and thrashing about like desperate animals. It was a once in a lifetime fuck. And as my orgasm built up, I lost all control, my moans becoming shouts and I soared into a blazing orgasm that electrified my body. Not just one, but a series of bursts, getting bigger and bigger, until I felt his cock stiffen and spasm and he came inside me with a heartfelt howl.
Afterwards, we lay together in a place of contentment devoid of time. But all good things come to an end.
"I'm going to take a valium," he announced. "What about you?"
"I could use one."
"Before we go to sleep, I'm going to..."
"I need to wake up to Katrina."
"I'm going to miss you."
I smiled with a warm glow in my soul. "I know."
Title: Girl Within Girl Book 2: Healing
Author: S.P. Aruna
Genre: Erotic Thriller
Trapped in a mountain cabin with three, possible four, women….every guy’s dream, right? Or could it turn out to be a nightmare?
Dr. Sean Paisley needs to find out how to bring these women together – his survival depends on it. To make matters worse, he’s in love with all of them….made passionate love to all of them. Throw in a nasty grizzly bear and the dark forces of the government and the situation becomes even more dire.
In the end, he was stuck with Belinda, a hysterical, suicidal, homicidal maniac of a person, confined together in the wilderness of the onset of winter. Now both their lives are at stake
I’m a Cambodian woman of mixed blood, married to an aspiring author, and of course he had something to do with my idea to write entertaining fiction. We live in a little green house in the countryside in southern Cambodia. No kids yet, but we’re working on it.
I live on a large plot of land and I enjoy taking care of my trees, plants, and flowers. I also love embroidery, stitching to make beautiful pictures. It’s very meditative for me. And then I frame them and put them all over the walls of my house, which drives my husband crazy.
I’m a newbie when it comes to being an author, but being an avid reader with eclectic tastes (I enjoy reading just about any genre as well as non-fiction) has helped me in my plunge to write commercial fiction. Since I love erotic thriller type films, I decided to write an erotic thriller series. I like the challenge of devising a strong plot to embed my sexy scenes.
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