Lady luck – part 2

I wondered if Piet would get her panting so hard, if she would would yelp and wriggle so much for him — and if boarding Chloe regularly would be enough to entice Piet to come onboard the company.

“He likes it threeways,” I said.

“What?”

“Piet. We got drunk one time and he said he liked to hire two pros at a time. So let him know early on you’re a regular party animal.”

“OK, OK! I’ll do it!”

This was crazy, totally crazy. This girl was the only friend I had in the world and I was treating her like a little tramp. But if I couldn’t turn things around by using her there’d be no more money, no more apartment living and maybe an appointment down at social security.

Yet — doing what we had to was one thing. getting a kick out of the thought of turning Chloe over to Piet was something lurking in the darker side of my character than I’d ever known was there.

Which was why I shouldn’t have put her down on her back for the grand finale. It nearly stopped the fucking as far as I was concerned. Because the way Chloe looked at me was one of those special looks again, the kind of loving look that no other girl has ever given me.

There was something there I couldn’t understand. No woman who knew me as well as Chloe did should be smiling at at me like that. Not like I was the biggest lottery prize ever. Not like I was some hunk of a film star up there on a screen and she was part of the audience. This wasn’t a movie and she was close enough to smell my armpits and to see the fear of failure in my eyes. There wasn’t anything here but the real Rand and he was surely no hero to anyone.

OK, she said I’d saved her life when we were kids. Maybe I had, even though I barely remembered the incident. But what the hell had that got to do with what we were now?

Anyway, whoever we were, the bottom line was that Chloe was below me, her muscles locked tight as I grunted out her name. I heard her whine and then felt her body twitching and jerking against me as I parted company with a whole bunch of DNA heading south. Is there any better sound than hearing a woman crying out at the pleasure you’ve given her?

Well, I guess it’s good to be able to call out her name in your high point as well, and to know she can hear you. Especially when you can remember how she used to be the little girl next door with the big hearing problem. I’d felt sorry for her, I remembered that. But she’d somehow turned herself from a forlorn child into a fabulous woman.

Which was maybe why I was trembling a bit myself as she hugged me afterwards. I guess I’m always wary of small people who manage to achieve big things. Even when they’re very, very beautiful and they hold you very tight.

“Why, Chloe?”

“Why what, lover?

“Why me, and why now? Why are you fighting so hard to get me out of the crap? Don’t tell me it’s because of something I did fifteen years ago. Hell, I’m surprised you even remember what happened, let alone care about it.”

“Rand, you’ve no idea of all the things I care about. But if you don’t want to be on the list … ”

“Hey, lady, I would live in your heart, die in your lap and be buried in your eyes.”

“Oh, Rand!”

Yeah, there’s no doubt about it, any guy who plans on making out with the girls should stay awake during english lit classes. That’s where you get the sort of education you really need in dangerous moments.