Gifted Connections 3

p the next morning before everyone else did. I looked at my watch and noticed it was barely past six. The sky was still overcast, and it was still snowing. I looked over at the fire and saw it needed some more logs. I didn’t want the guys to get cold, and since I was already up, I decided to stoke it. It wouldn’t be fair to wake Jaxson up again either.

I was still entangled in Jaxson. His heavy arms banded me to his chest. I had been so exhausted I hadn’t cleaned up after our lovemaking. I was normally so fastidious about it too. I smiled down at Jaxson before I placed a feather light kiss on his brow and carefully extracted myself from his arms.

I padded over to the fire sans panties and added a few more logs. Noah had placed containers of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash next to the pool, and I fully intended to use them to wash up with. I didn’t know when or how he would have used them if we hadn’t found this cave, but I’m glad he had the presence of mind to bring them. I would smell like him, but I didn’t mind. I can get clean.

I turned and sat on the edge of the pool to take my hair out of my braids. My wild curly black hair sprung free. Snowflakes hit my forearms, but it was a nice contrast from the heat of the pool. I threw my top off to the side and waded in. I completely submerged myself when I reached shoulder level. I stayed under for a few moments running my hands through my hair and massaged my scalp.

I jumped when I felt someone wrap their arms my waist. I surged up and gasped for air looking into Troy’s laughing honey brown eyes. He pulled me in close and kissed me passionately.

“Good morning to you, too.” I smiled when he pulled away.

“What are you doing up?” he asked with a smile.

“I don’t know. I woke up and saw the fire was dying, so I fed it and decided to clean up, too. What are you doing up?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Well,” he nuzzled my neck as he wrapped my legs around his waist. “I woke up in the middle of the night, and I had to hear this beautiful, bewitching, vixen fall apart in another man’s arms. I got incredibly hard. I’ve been in pain since then.”

He grabbed my earlobe with his mouth and sucked on it.

I shivered with the delicious warmth that spread through me, feeling wanton. I had been more than sated and content after being with Jaxson, but Troy’s words had turned me on, and I could imagine him lying there watching us. I didn’t think anyone had woken up, and I should be mortified, but I wasn’t.

“Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?” I turned my head to capture his ear with my lips. I repeated the action, he had just done to me. He hissed out my name.

“Very sure,” he groaned. “Do you know someone who would ease my pain?”

He rubbed his erection against me. I bit my lip and nodded before reaching down and putting him against my entrance. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed his sensual lips. Feeling the fullness of them against my own. He parted my lips and sought entrance. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, mimicking the motions of his manhood as it filled me repeatedly.

I was savoring our embrace and kisses. I loved feeling the warm water lap around us. I waited to find my pinnacle. I fell apart in his arms. I felt like my limbs were as weightless as the water surrounding us. It didn’t take him that long to follow.

“Thank you,” he muttered. His chest was heaving from our little work out.

I giggled. “It should be me thanking you. I’m think I’m becoming a nympho. Each experience is so…delicious.”

He chuckled as he walked me over to the side of the pool. He turned me around and sat down, pulling me in between his legs. The water was at breast level. It took me a moment to realize he had spread some shampoo into his hand. He rubbed my scalp with his hands, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips.

“Lean back,” he told me after a few moments of his blissful ministrations.

I leaned back as he rubbed his hands through my head. He rinsed all the shampoo out of my hair.

“I never craved intimacy with a woman before,” he spoke softly as he began conditioning my hair. “I dated, and I had fun but there were no girls I wanted to spend the night with. Do you know what I mean?”

I nodded. It was hard to concentrate completely on his words. His hands were working some kind of magic on me and I was under his spell.

“Even before I got my mark,” he continued. “I was the love-them-and-leave-them type. I let them know I wasn’t the commitment type of guy from the very beginning. I knew I wasn’t a good guy, and I never lied about it. I didn’t want to give them any false hopes or expectations. I always thought it was because I saw how ugly love could be. My dad claimed to love my mom, but if that was what love looked like, I didn’t want to have any part of it. I thought love was about fighting and saying words in the hopes of hurting each other. I thought it was about spending a life time of getting to know another person just to turn their weaknesses on them. She loved him so much she wouldn’t leave him. Even though he was abusive.

“My foster parents didn’t fight. They never fought. Even that didn’t seem healthy to me. It was like, if they ignored the strife in their life it would just go away. They never expressed themselves negatively, and if it was heading in that direction, they would literally give themselves time-outs. My foster dad would go to his den, and my foster mom would go to the kitchen.

“My foster mom and dad tried to be good people, but even I knew he didn’t have that many business trips to go on, and his weekly poker nights weren’t with the guys. She stayed home and took care of the house, her son, me, and her husband. On occasion he would bring her flowers or jewelry and she looked the other way. She ignored his philandering ways.

“They were so busy playing their parts in a play of their own making. They stuck to the script and didn’t believe in straying from it. I think when I told her about her own son, she did what she usually did… She hid behind a wall of denial. The wall she always hid behind. I was given the script, but I wasn’t reading my lines. Not the way she wanted me to. Lean back,” he instructed me.

I leaned back, and he rinsed the conditioner out of my hair. I was now fascinated by his story. This vulnerable side of Troy was endearing. I thought I knew all of his demons. I guess he was adept at hiding them like me.

He pulled me up by my shoulders. “Lean forward,” he commanded before I felt his soap laden hands rub against my back. His hands massaging the path it took. I hadn’t realized how tight my neck, shoulders, and back were until he began massaging me. “I always loved women. Short, tall, thick, extra thick, skinny, black hair, blond hair, red hair, whites, Asians, blacks, Hispanics; name them and I was fascinated by them. I loved the way you all smelled. I loved the way girls moved. No one was able to capture my attention for long, though. The initial attraction wore off. I grew bored.

“When I started dating girls it was just for fun. We were young. That’s what we all wanted. “As we got older, the rules changed, but I always made it clear that I wasn’t interested in anything but fleeting fun. After I got my mark, it was just another defense mechanism for me. I embraced it. It was my perfect excuse.

“Since you came into our lives, all my future visions have you in it. I can’t imagine a life without you in it. When you lay in bed with me I don’t feel claustrophobic. I don’t feel like the walls are closing in on me. I don’t feel like kicking you out of my bed. I try to memorize your every movement, instead. I’m enthralled by the way you gnaw on your bottom lip when you’re deep in thought. I love hearing your sigh of contentment right after you find that spot above my heart. I’m captivated by the way your eyes smile before your lips do when you’re truly happy. I’m fascinated by the little moan you make when you eat something that’s tasty. I especially love the way you fall apart in my arms.