After Burn 2

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Part 2

Ellie 2.3

 
 

Ellie raced to the powder room nearly forgetting her purse and was relieved to find it unoccupied. She pulled her makeup bag from her purse and dragged a chair to the mirror. She sat with the brush in hand when a thousand memories returned.

She fought it, insistently sliding the brush across the blush and attempted to apply it, but concentration didn’t stop the deluge. She checked her reflection but failed to see it. Instead, she saw Ryker kiss her for the first time and her heart still skipped a beat.

Again she tried to drag herself out of it. She rifled through her bag and found the hairbrush. She removed several pins holding her hair in a braided upsweep and smoothed it with her hand when she recalled the time he had run his fingers through it, caressing her hair until she fell asleep. It was the first time they had made love.

She lowered her hand staring into the mirror but only seeing the moments with him, replaying in mind as they hadn’t in a long time. With a tear rolling down her cheek, she remembered. With the last of her determination bested, she saw him fist her hair and kiss her gently, walking her backwards.

Ellie still couldn’t pin down the exact moment she gave in to him. He kissed her until thought became feral desire. All else disappeared and fulfillment was all that mattered. They were crazed that night. Ryker fumbled with the zipper at the back of her dress and then lifted her off her feet. She began to protest when her back hit the wall and he gripped her wrists in one hand.

“I thought,” she started.

“Don’t think,” he cut her off, “just feel” and lifted her dress as she wrapped her legs around him. He deepened a kiss that made her head reel and his member entered her, hard and fast. She gripped his shoulders not realizing she had dug her nails into him. He slowed the pace, caressing her cheek until the heat and wetness between her thighs grew insistent. Ellie threw her head back in abandon, wanting harder and faster.

He cupped her tight little ass, pulled her against him and carried her to the enormous bed. He lay her down gently, still standing at the edge as she tried to squirm back further, suddenly needing some sense of propriety. He raked her naked flesh with his gaze and caught her beneath the knees to pull her back down with legs straddling him.

Smiling in the darkness, Ryker dropped to his knees and kissed her delicate feet, ankles, and shins, breathing hotly against her, sending shivers through her. He could tell she was anxious as she lifted her hips, squirming anxiously, and he made her wait another minute until he had to feast at her apex.

Ellie let squeals and gasps escape that she never heard and her wanton delight spurred him on like nothing he had known before. He kissed her stomach while lightly fondling her breasts, titillating her nipples until they could wait no longer.

He climbed to the pillows and pulled her up against him in one deft movement. She clung to him desperately, both of them kissing and nipping and tasting, wanting to recall this experience many years later. Ryker twined his leg around her ankle, effectively anchoring her, and drove himself into her hard, pummeling her as she bucked, keeping up with him until they both cried out at once.

His shaft was still semi-hard, sheathed in her pulsing wetness, each knowing they had more than satisfied the other. That was when she knew that love wasn’t about self-gratification at all. Ellie finally raised her eyes, applied her makeup, took a deep breath, and prayed that no one could read her thoughts.

 
 

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After Burn 1

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Part 1

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Ellie started laughing and almost couldn’t stop. The punchline wasn’t that funny but she had needed the release badly. Six months prior, she went to bed and realized she hadn’t thought of Ryker for the entire day. Finally, she hadn’t wakened with her first thought being him. That was a first and she smiled as she closed her eyes knowing she would sleep without dreams, at last.
 
 
 
Tonight, Ellie was fully present, laughing with her best friends and actually present in the right here, right now. She wasn’t pretending to smile and she didn’t dread waking up tomorrow – finally. She no longer thought of tomorrow and that was freeing and fine with her.
 
 

Donna and Milly were her besties – forever, she told herself. Together they helped Ellie wade through the loss of her greatest love. With tiny steps and too many nights spent crying on their shoulders, and then crying herself to sleep, she had arrived back at her life and in her right mind. After mourning the loss of self and significant other, she had found her center and herself again. I’m not just breathing now, she congratulated herself. I’m alive!
 
 

Ellie sighed happily and scanned the hall for the powder room. She excused herself and took a step when her eyes landed on Ryker entering the celebration.
 
 

She froze as he smiled at her, not turning away as she had imagined this moment a year ago. Ellie’s breath caught and suddenly she knew what it felt like to be hit by a stun gun. The room whirled slightly as he walked towards her. Before he could reach her, Ellie spun and bolted for the safety of friends.
 
 

“Milly,” she said, lying a hand on her arm, “Milly, I need a moment,” Ellie whispered urgently.
 
 

“Sure sweetie, what is it,” Milly asked and then she saw Ryker approaching.
 
 

“Is there a back way out of here,” she asked, barely staving off hysteria.
 
 

“I understand,” Milly extended her hand to catch Donna’s eye and whispered to Ellie, “Stay put.  I’ll handle this,” waving Donna over with a flash of fingers and eyes filled with concern.
 
 

Her voice was protective reassurance a moment too late. Tears stung Ellie’s eyes which she riveted to the floor with her hair tumbling forward, hiding her expression. She felt pieces of her falling away as she came silently unglued.
 
 

How could he do this to me? Ellie wondered, imagining her bloodied heart splattering onto the linoleum floor. Hasn’t he hurt me badly enough? What the hell is he doing, coming back for more? My suffering wasn’t enough? God help me, he’s come to finish me off.
 

 

Ellie peered to see Ryker extend his hand to greet her friends who were plainly blocking his passage.
 

 

“Good evening, Millicent,” he said, approaching her.
 

They reluctantly exchanged hellos and Ryker held his breath. Milly clutched his palm in her fist pulling him close to her lips while Donna closed ranks behind him. Milly whispered venomously into his ear, “What are you doing here, Ryker”?
 

Donna brought up the rear, jabbing an accusing finger into his back, “Spit it out, disappearing Romeo. Why not try the truth this time,” Donna hissed.
 

Ryker looked directly into Milly’s eyes for the first time since they’d met, “I really love her,” he whispered, “I need her,” Ryker hesitated.
 

Ellie stood with her back to them, eavesdropping and peeking over her shoulder when she dared, biting back tears and wishing the floor would open up and swallow her whole.
 

“Sure you do, just as much as you ever did, you son of a simpleton,” Milly ground out, holding his eyes in her angry stare.
 

“You need her for what,” Donna said acidly, “A night, a week, long enough to kill her this time”?

 

“I know you two don’t believe me but I need her to,” Ryker insisted, moving to step around Milly.

 

Donna caught the back of his collar as Milly fisted his necktie. Donna moved to stand next to her speaking her vengeance softly, “You’ll have to convince us first so go ahead. Try. We dare you,” she spat close enough that Ryker could feel their mutual wrath cloak him.
 

He glanced beyond them to see Ellie, with her head down and back turned. It was an insecure posture, and it was his fault. He had no desire to bring her more pain than he already had. All he wanted was to hold and comfort her, to win back the trust he had lost so foolishly. Not wanting to inflict a scene on her atop everything else, Ryker acquiesced.
 

“Okay, he said, squaring his shoulders and taking care not to break eye contact, “Why don’t we find an empty table? I’ll buy us a round and I’m all yours. You two can vent and I’ll answer every question you have. Do your worst. I’m not running.”
 

It was a boy who let her go, he realized, and I’m going to be the man she deserves, he thought resolutely.
 

Milly and Donna exchanged an incredulous glance and nodded their agreement. Milly fisted the edge of his sleeve, making sure this wasn’t a rouse. Donna stepped back to whisper quickly to Ellie, “Give us awhile. Go enjoy the party”.

Ellie turned grief-stricken eyes to her and Donna rested a gentle hand on her shoulder, whispering, “Pretense, Ellie. For now, pretend. You can do this”?
 

Ellie nodded hesitantly and Donna smiled brightly, “Make him jealous as hell, Ellie,” then winked at her and turned away to trap Ryker between Milly and herself.
 

Sliding into the booth next to him, she warned, “There are no guarantees you can convince us. Hunker down, Ryker. This is going to be a long, hard night and I offer no guarantees you will even survive it”.
 
 

 

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Part 2:  After Burn, Part 2

The Look 2

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Chapter 2:  Welcome Home, Honey

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Sherman returned from a town meeting exhausted. He wanted Constance to rub his weary shoulders and speak in quiet, soothing tones, sending him off to calm and dreamless sleep. Her gentle nature is truly something to behold, he thought, opening the door in search of her sweet face. That is when he saw it.

He had received ‘the look’ from a few prior girlfriends and it was frightening enough then, but none of them held a candle to Constance. While the eyes and anger of others had shot daggers into his quick retreat, not one had filled him with dread like ‘the look’ staring back at him now.

Constance was not a woman who angered easily. She was long on patience, empathetic to a fault, and knew fact from fiction almost without exception. Everything she breathed, touched, and attempted, was with single-minded, passionate devotion. It was one of many qualities that drew him to her, but he hadn’t considered her passionate focus in this context.

She had only a few faults, the worst of which were jealous tantrums. She had good reason, but Sherman was ill-prepared for jealousy, coupled with murderous intent, in the eyes of his lovely bride. Standing here now, frozen in his tracks, he realized, if looks could kill, I’d be a dead man served up cold on a cement slab, and the colonel would still put a bullet in my brain. Thank God he was with me!

Sherman summoned all his courage, slapped on a bright smile, and handed her a bouquet of flowers that she did not try to grasp. The bouquet fell to the floor and Constance didn’t blink. Neither did her expression soften in the slightest. She just stood there, glaring hatefully, with stems and petals strewn about her tiny feet.
 
“Honey, I’m sorry. I had to attend the meeting at town hall. This was about farming and water for the crops. They might dredge the lake and I had let them know our fields are drying up. I didn’t know it would last all night,” he explained. Seeing no change in her countenance, he finished, “What was I supposed to do?” He stood defiantly, waiting for response.

With her arms still folded across her chest, Constance kicked the flowers from her slippers, never taking her eyes from him, and slipped stiffly into a chair, “Lie to me,” she spat acidly, with rage building in the timber of her voice, “This is how much respect you have for me? You think I’m so unintelligent that you’re going to just stand there and lie to me now,” she quizzed him, with her fury building dangerously close to combustion.

Anyone with eyes could see she was a lit keg of TNT with precious little fuse left. Sherman began to approach and then thought better of it. She’s a volcano about to erupt. Even I can see this one coming on. Then suddenly, his lips turned up slightly as he recalled the first time he’d bedded her and she had been a much more accommodating volcano. He wiped off the grin but it was too late.

“You dare to laugh at me? You think this is funny? I paced the floor all night wondering if my husband is alive, dead, or with the town whore, and you’re smiling? How dare you,” she screamed, “So it’s hilarious that you worried your wife sick”?

Constance shoved her chair back standing ramrod straight and crossed the room. Fisting the first heavy object that came into her hands, she sent a prized Louis XVI sevres hurtling toward him, nearly clipping his ear, as it whizzed past his head and shattered against the wall along with his hard won calm.

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The Look 1

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Chapter 1:  Revelations

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 Sherman recalled his triumphant return from battle. He was jubilant enough to ask her father for Constance’ hand in marriage. Many truths were revealed that night. It was an evening he would never forget.

Colonel Douglas Brenner appeared to be all business. He ran the mansion quite efficiently, made his fortune in farming, land and crops, and spoiled his daughter with extravagant trinkets and lavish gowns all for the fun of seeing her face light up with joy.

Colonel Brenner shook Sherman’s hand and slapped him on the back, saying, “I wish you luck, old boy. You’re braver than the dandies that came to call before you.”

“Why thank you, sir,” he responded stiffly.

“Don’t be so formal, Sherman. We’re practically family now,” the colonel smiled.

They shared cigars and brandy over a game of chess until the small hours of the night. After they’d had their fill of drink, Sherman watched a darkness come over the colonel as he leaned across the large, oak desk to impart his wisdom.

“Constance is not my biological daughter,” he spoke softly; “I don’t think she remembers and I am the only father she’s known. I trust you will keep this confidence strictly between us,” the colonel said conspiratorially.

“What are you saying,” Sherman questioned.

The colonel continued, “Her mother and I made the adoption legal after we were wed, son, but we decided never to tell Constance if she didn’t question her heritage”.

Sherman watched slack-jawed while the colonel took a long pull from his drink, draining the brandy from its snifter. He whispered his confusion, “But her mother is.” Again he stopped with the unease of having been drop-kicked into a mine field blindfolded.

Anice,” the colonel phrased the question for him.

“Yes,” Sherman acknowledged.

“Yes and no,” the colonel replied, “Before I married Anice, the future Mrs Brenner attended the Institut Villa Pierrefeu. It’s a finishing school in Switzerland. She shared a room with a young woman who’s reputation was,” he paused, searching for the right words, “less than sterling. Lydia Oliver was her name”.

Sherman lit a cigar, urging, “Go on”.

“The young lady got herself with child. Anice helped Lydia hide the fact, but Lydia abandoned the baby girl soon after giving birth. She left her child on a blanket with a note.”

The colnonel rummaged through a desk drawer and produced a scrap of paper. Sherman read it in silence.

“Dearest Anice, I  know you come from money and that your heart is made of gold. You’re a better friend than I could have hoped for. Please take care of her like you did me.”

Sherman looked at Douglas Brenner with new respect and asked the obvious question,  “So she kept Constance?”

“Indeed,” the colonel beamed, “She went to the Headmaster and higher-ups to explain her predicament. They tried to talk her into giving the child up for adoption but Anice was already in love with the baby girl. She was determined to keep her. It was teamwork and some luck that they managed to hide the presence of a baby at the Institut Villa Pierrefeu. Anice is quite a special woman,” He finished wistfully.

“And you married her anyways”? Sherman queried trepidaciously.

“Absolutely,” the colonel beamed, “I’ve only loved three women in my life,” he exclaimed, “My mother, Anice, and Constance. It’s no easy task to give my youngest in marriage but you’re a good man, Sherman Mandrel, I know you will never fail to do right by my little girl,” he said, patting his revolver for assurance.

“You can count on me, Colonel,” Sherman uttered, hoping his voice didn’t shake.

 

 

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