Exotika 03 - On the Loose

by Tesni Morgan

  Carenza whimpered and thrashed but he continued, twin points of joy radiating one to the other, her nipples and her bud. Matt knew how to treat it gently or forcefully, taking her to the very top of the rainbow and tumbling her down in a welter of sensation.

  When she convulsed in orgasm, he entered her, his cock penetrating to give her inner muscles something to spasm around. It was a perfect meeting of bodies and souls and she clung to him, rejoicing as he came, never wanting to part from him. Afterward they lay and talked and planned, as couples will, and slept in each other’s arms.

  * * * * *

  Carenza was dreaming, running along a sandy shore with the waves pounding against high cliffs and seagulls crying. Their noise became something else. The Toreador’s aria from Carmen. Her mobile phone’s ring tone.

  She slid from the bed without disturbing Matt. He looked younger asleep, boyish even, any lines smoothed away. Where was the damn phone? Not by the bedside or in her handbag. She followed the song into the bathroom. God only knew what it was doing there. She pressed the call button and heard an instantly recognizable voice.

  “Have you any clothes on?” David asked.

  “No.”

  “Excellent. That’s how I like you.”

  “What do you want?”

  “That’s a silly question. You, of course.”

  “You can’t have me. I’m with someone else now.”

  “Ditch him.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Is it Matt?”

  “Yes.”

  “You’re wasted on such a clot. Give him the elbow.”

  “No. He’s taking me to America on his next job.”

  He sighed, and began advising her as if she was a lovesick teenager. “Oh well, try it, darling, but you’ll be coming back to me. I give it three months and will keep your job open.”

  “You’re wrong, David. We’re an item now.”

  “Bollocks! I’ve so much more to teach you. Don’t you want to learn? You’re a great pupil, Carenza. I’ve never known anyone so eager. And that show is going to be a hit. I’ve been watching the rushes tonight. Laurette is over the moon, but you are a natural. We should talk about it.”

  “I’ve got to go now.” She was eager to cut him off.

  “I’ll see you next week. Come into the office.”

  “I’m resigning.”

  “You haven’t worked out your contract. Never mind, that can be sorted later.”

  “I told you. I’m going away with Matt.”

  “It can all be put on hold until you return. See you later, Carenza.”

  “I don’t think so. Goodbye, David.” She switched off the phone.

  Matt slumbered on and she sat on the side of the bed, admiring him. She was supremely happy, the future stretching ahead like a bright carpet. But would she ever be able to truly banish David from her mind? He was a strange man, a masterful, cruel man, but one who had appealed to all that was wild within her. This was in the past. Speaking with him again had helped her come to a firm decision. She was taking the plunge, leaping into the unknown and throwing in her lot with Matt, if he would have her.

  She would keep the conversation with David to herself and stick to her resolve to resign. As she slipped under the duvet beside Matt, her thoughts were whirling. She was independent, a woman in her own right and would always be so. She loved Matt sincerely and hoped that before long they would be a couple. There was nothing she wanted more than to be his wife, to go adventuring with him and later when they were both ready, to start a family.

  He was aware of her, even in his sleep, rolling toward her, throwing one long leg over her thighs and an arm across her breasts. She cuddled up to him, supremely happy, maybe for the first time in her life. It was odd that one person could make such a difference. The right person who one’s soul recognized even while the mind rebelled, afraid to let go and risk everything in one reckless throw.

  Matt half woke, smiling into her eyes and saying, “You’re really here? I was afraid that you might have thought better of it and gone away.”

  “That’s not going to happen.” And as he began to make love to her, slowly and sensually, Carenza meant every word she said.

  Epilogue

  Two years later

  “Come on, Mrs. Clayburn. Another big push and we’re almost there.”

  The voice seemed to come from a great distance. Carenza was so very tired. It was as if she had been climbing a mountain for hours, striving to reach the peak. Matt had come in halfway through. He’d rushed back from shooting a film in Spain. This had been the story of their life, sometimes together, at others separated by the demands of their careers, but no matter what, coming closer and closer all the time. And this was the event that would be the jewel in their crown, if she could do it!

  England was in the middle of a heat wave, with never before recorded temperatures. The air-conditioning made her task possible. Without it, she felt she might have simply given up the ghost! She had been looking forward to this so much, but, despite reading books and watching videos and talking to experienced friends, had not realized the trauma of the experience.

  “No one told me it would be like this!” she complained, almost bitterly.

  “It’s impossible to describe exactly, but you’re doing fine,” said the nurse.

  “Are you okay, honey?” Matt leaned across and took her hand in his, the concern on his face almost comical.

  Pain snatched her in its iron jaws and gave her a savage shake. “Of course I’m not all right, you bloody idiot! Does it look as if I’m all right?” she managed to gasp, the force of her grip turning his hand white.

  Matt rounded on the midwife. “Can’t you do something? She’s been like this for hours.”

  “Everything is perfectly normal. It won’t be long now.” The woman was large, genial and reassuring. “The doctor is on his way.”

  Carenza rested for a second, the pain receding. She could hear traffic passing this major London hospital and wished she was at home in Kensington. Love Matt to distraction though she might, his wandering lifestyle meant that she did not spend as much time as she would have liked there.

  This will change now, she thought, trying to distract herself from the storm that was gathering momentum again within her. We didn’t exactly plan this to happen yet. We’ve only been married a year and it is bound to make a difference to our lives, but not to our love.

  She had seen nothing of David since leaving Beyond Enterprise, but knew that he had married Laurette. There had been a great song and dance about it, with the happy couple’s faces plastered all over the glossy magazines. She had been surprised at how little any of it meant to her, her world centered on Matt.

  Pain descended again, wiping out all other thought, digging in its claws, possessing her entirely, but its quality had changed. It was no longer an aching, dragging pain. Now it was a powerful pain, a fighting pain, a victorious pain and she went with it.

  Matt was there, wiping the sweat from her face, her companion in all things, and the doctor had arrived, a calm young man who might have been an actor in a TV hospital drama. She wondered if he was having an affair with one of the nurses or even a consultant or administrator. This seemed to be the form in these soaps. Someone thrust a knotted towel into her fist. Its far end was fastened to the foot rail of the narrow bed. “Now drag on that and push when I tell you,” ordered the doctor. His voice was authoritative and she couldn’t do other than obey. She had no choice anyway, her body taking over.

  A deep puff at the painkiller. Matt holding on to her. Her body beyond her control, reacting to the dictates of nature. “Jesus! It’s like the worse kind of constipation,” she grunted between gritted teeth.

  I want to die! she complained inside herself. Oh Lord, let me die!

  But no. Suddenly there was a warm gush of fluid and a slithering sensation between her thighs and the pain vanished as if by magic. Its place was taken by the shrill cries of a baby and som
eone saying, she thought it was the doctor, “You’ve got a little stuntman, Mrs. Clayburn.”

  Carenza struggled into a sitting position, her legs weak and shaky, the relief making her feel lightheaded. “Let me see him!” she demanded fiercely.

  The baby was swaddled in a blanket and given to Matt. He brought him over and placed him in Carenza’s arms. She had never seen anything more perfect. Red-faced and wrinkled, obviously annoyed at being turned out of his snug nest, he gazed up at her with Matt’s eyes, his wet, shaggy hair Matt-colored. A tiny replica of his father.

  “Isn’t he great?” Matt sat on the side of the bed, his arms around Carenza and his son.

  “Oh, yes.” There was nothing more to add. This infant had completed her world that she had already thought perfect because she shared it with Matt. “Let Vicky and Joanna know.”

  “Don’t worry. They’ve been waiting for hours to hear the news. But just for a moment, I want to be alone with you and him.”

  He knew her so well, this soul mate who had become everything to her. There was nothing he did not understand, no emotion too deep for him to share. At last she had met the man with whom she intended to spend her life, her happiness doubled by the appearance of this little miracle.

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