Free Wrath by Kaylee Song Page B

grass I had been lying in chilled against my flushed skin.  Then I started moving my hips again, my body swallowing his, tight to his thickness, wet to his length.
    When I came the first time, it took me by surprise and I cried out in disappointment and pleasure – disappointment that it might all end now and pleasure as he caught what was happening and threw the full force of his strength into me again and again, driving me over the crest and letting me ride it long and steady.
    When my body relaxed, he rolled me over onto my back, kissing me as he finished, going slow and firm while my body sang on the leftover high.  When I groaned again, tilting my hips so he could rub it just right, he let me, and when my wet body rose to meet his, still hungry, he sped up and got his own. 
    When it was over, he fell beside me, both of us breathing hard and shivering.
    My chest heaved while I struggling for air, my body shaking as he held me close.
    When we had finally caught our breath, he laughed softly.
    “Damn, if I would’ve known you could do that, I would’ve taken you home with me the first night I saw you.”
    “I would’ve walked from there back to campus and you know it.”  I grinned, utterly unrepentant.
    “Yeah.  I do.”  He tucked a strand of my hair behind my head.  “So the view was worth the drive?” he whispered.
    I turned towards him to look him over.  To my amazement, he looked at me with a gaze as steady as my own, those eyes lively in the dim light. “Definitely,” I whispered back.
    “Good.”  He cleared his throat, grinning ruefully.  ”Because we are a ways from home.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “You probably have classes in the morning.”
    At this point we were just talking to remind ourselves we could.  It was true though.  I did have classes.  All the same, if he had asked me to his place just then, I would’ve said yes.  Anything for another one of those kisses.  Anything for more of that body. 
    I think he knew what I wanted, but instead of giving me my desires, he smiled and said, “Hop on the bike.”
    Damn .  The game was on again.
    If I smiled like a cat with the cream, who could have blamed me?
     

Aidan
     
    Falling.  I was falling.
    I caught myself right as I started slide off the damn bed.  It was too late to do anything, so I had to just let it happen.  Took the impact and kept my hands clear to avoid sprains and extra bruises. 
    As soon as I hit the floor, though, I climbed back onto the bed.  Then I looked around, my eyes struggling to make sense of the room around me.  I had to look around.  It was part of recognizing I was here and now, not caught in the haunted pain of the past.
    I ran my hands through my hair.  It was soaked, dripping onto my damp shoulders, the stench of fear laced thick in it.
    I hated that smell.  I knew it would never leave me.
    Broken memories of white hot pain and terrified voices still rung in my ears.
    I took one breath.  Then another.  Then another.
    Keep breathing .  That was the trick.
    I just kept seeing them.  Their faces.  All of their faces.  Daniels, Clinton, Renshaw.  Lifeless eyes.  That was the last thing I had seen before I blacked out the day of the explosion. 
    That I couldn’t escape their gazes now…  It was as if their ghosts could not stand to fade away without someone seeing, someone knowing. 
    I gritted my teeth and sent out a silent thought.  Well, I’ll certainly never forget.  You’ll never let me !
    In my mind, irony and agony flirted with one another in a fluid dance.  And guilt haunted me worse than either.  Because as much as I wanted to escape their ghosts, it felt wrong to leave them behind.  I had lived…
    Their faces faded in and out in a jumble of other images, things I couldn’t quite make out.  Things I couldn’t readily identify.  Soon it was just their eyes, accusing me for living while they died, hurting because they could never speak for themselves again.
    I choked and