by Lyn, K.
“A white woman with the name of Wild Horse will raise suspicions and bring ridicule by those who do not understand our ways.”
“I don’t care about that.”
The old woman smiled. “We will have a traditional wedding for you as soon as you are feeling better.”
“Thank you,” Malika whispered.
The elderly woman left the room, and Malika fingered the gold band on her finger, making circles around and around. When night came and the baby had fallen asleep, Kevin lay with his wife in their bed and held her.
“You can get your arms around me again!”
He ran his hand along her stomach and kissed her cheek. “I miss you, Malika.”
She kissed him, pressing her fuller body into him. She missed him, too. She missed everything about him. When he touched her for the first time since long before the baby had come, she gasped at the sensation. The young lovers devoured each other, Malika’s fuller body arousing the beast inside of Kevin. She opened herself to him, begging him to hurry inside her.
“I love you, Kevin.” She pulled him inside of her and made love to her sexy husband. She loved him and she hoped that very soon she would bear him another son, or a daughter, as many as he wanted.
“Malika,” he moaned many times during their first time together in too many months. He lay on top of her while they slept. He would never take her from the reservation again. He promised himself that. It was too risky for her as well as for his son.
The baby’s cries woke them from a sound sleep and they took him into their bed, feeding him and loving him.
“Malika, he cannot be Baby Boy Wild Horse forever. What shall we call him?”
“Do you want an English name?”
He lowered his eyes. “It is best now. It is his surname that matters the most.”
The young couple spent the morning thinking of names for their firstborn and decided upon Kyle. “Our sons will be given names that begin with “K” and our daughters will be given names with the first letter of “M.”
“Sounds good to me.” If that was what Kevin wanted, she would give it to him. She would give this man the moon and the stars if she could.
***
Three months had passed since Malika had given birth, and the new family had been showered with gifts in the tradition of the native Sioux. A traditional wedding had been attended by their closest friends as well as a very proud Sioux grandmother, and Malika had slowly become accepted as a permanent fixture on the reservation.
On a morning when Kevin was away for a few hours, the telephone rang for only the second time since it had been installed shortly after they returned home with the baby, a surprise gift to Malika from Kevin. Grandmother Stillwater called every day and Malika loved the older woman. She was nice to her, gave her advice, but was never pushy or demeaning.
Expecting the voice of the dear sweet woman, Malika cheerfully answered with her usual, “Hello”, but it was a loud shouting voice that met her ears.
“Do you hate us that much?”
“What?”
“You ungrateful child! How dare you!”
“Mom?”
“Don’t ever call me that again. You and your half breed bastard son are not welcome here.”
“I don’t recall coming to see you.”
“Don’t take that tone with me, missy. You said you would be here for spring break and when you failed to arrive, we were worried sick. I called the agency in charge of your loan payback demanding to know the truth.”
Malika was unaware that such an agency existed. Her parents had arranged everything. “I thought it was a government thing.”
“It is, but the regional office for the reservation with the greatest need is located in Rapid City. Did you think I wouldn’t find out about your name change?”
“I was going to tell you. You will like him…Kevin.”
“Is that his name?”
“Yes.”
“Malika, I know he is a no good Indian. Probably drunk all the time.”
“No, you don’t get it. He isn’t like that, but if he was like that, whose fault do you think it would be? It would be our fault, Mother. Hell, you would drink too if everything was taken from you. You cry if you don’t get an invitation to the latest social event in Philly.”
The woman on the other end of the line was seething, and Malika tried to remain calm because the baby was beginning to cry.
“So, is that your bastard son I hear in the background?”
“He’s not a bastard. I am married.”
“Married to one of them is not married.”
“Yes it is. You may not like it, MOTHER, but I am married…legally.”
Malika was shouting and baby Kyle was screaming when Kevin walked through the door. He took the baby to Malika’s old bedroom which had been converted to a nursery and rocked him in the wooden rocking chair that had been handmade for them.
“How did you know about my son, anyway?”
“People talk, Malika, but they will not be talking around here. You stay away from here. And to think of all the things we have done for you.”
Malika waited for her mother to calm down, but she never did. After several more insults, Malika quietly set the receiver in its cradle and sobbed. She heard the door to the nursery open and her husband walking toward her. He took her hand and she looked up, her tear streaked face breaking his heart.
“Was that your mother?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry, Malika. I can see that her words were not kind.”
“She hasn’t even met you, and Kyle is her grandson. I thought my parents were different. I thought they were the most accepting people in the world. That’s what they always claimed, anyway. But they said awful things about black people when I was growing up. They made fun of them all the time, but I didn’t think they meant it. I thought they were joking. Everyone did it.”
Kevin knelt beside her and looked into her reddened eyes. “Many a truth was said in jest, Malika. We hear comments all the time, outside of the reservation.”
“But Kyle is a baby, a helpless infant. He never did anything to anyone.”
“That is why he belongs here, Malika. He needs to feel accepted and that will never happen out there.”
“Will I be accepted here completely? You said you wanted to have your son here with you…on the way home from the hospital you said that. Do you want me, Kevin?”
Kevin placed his sleeping son back into his crib, took his wife by the hand, and eased the door of the nursery nearly shut. He lifted the woman he loved into his arms and carried her to his bed. He kissed her, and Malika felt the same stirrings she had the very first time their lips had met. Her breasts were full and womanly, her body sensual and giving. She reached for her husband and he moved toward her, his body aching for her touch. The young wife took charge and lay over her husband’s gorgeous body. This woman who had first come to this man as a virgin was now a sensual lover, knowing how to satisfy her man’s desires. She eased her body downward, taking him deep inside of her, and closing her eyes to the sensation. She rode him fast and slow, hard and then harder. She squeezed and watched as her husband moaned and writhed with her movements. He held her down to him and he came hard, voicing his pleasure loudly. Malika placed her mouth on his as if trying to capture the moans. She felt the warm cream fill her, but she did not stop. She continued, and her climaxes came fast and forceful as she moved her clitoris along the shaft of her man’s penis. She was pulled to him, and he kissed her beautiful lips, forcing her breasts into his chest.
He whispered, “Yes, Malika. The answer is yes. I do want you, only you, always, forever.”
The young woman folded into her husband and kissed his neck.
“That was quite a surprise,” he whispered.
Malika kissed him teasingly and then passionately, feeling his body respond as his hardness grew inside of her again. “Mmm,” she moaned as she began to fuck him again.
In the throes of passion, the knowing woman stopped long enough to add, “You had better get used to me being on top for a while.” She leaned up, going all the way down on her husband’s hard thick cock, and smoothed her hands over her own body. “We’re having another baby.”
Malika was pulled down by the man she loved and he wrapped his arms around her. She ran her tongue along his lips in a teasing manner. “This baby,” she started, and then opened her lover’s mouth with her tongue, “will be born here.”
The proud descendent of Crazy Horse rolled his lover, his wife, onto her back and made love to her slowly and passionately, feeding her womanly desires with his body. Kevin Wild Horse had everything he had ever wanted.
The Novelist:
Called to her doctor’s office after hours, Leah finds him alone working on a novel. Asking for Leah’s assistance with the romantic scenes, he seems timid and not at all the man she is accustomed to seeing. When he confesses his darkest secret to her, she goes with him to his home and discovers the cold hard truth about the doctor.
***
Leah was a very perceptive woman, which she attributed to being the youngest child. The eldest child was supposed to be the bossy sibling, the middle child was the negotiator, and the youngest had an uncanny ability to know what made people ‘tick.’ Lately, however, Leah had been slipping, and she swore the little hamster inside her head had fallen off of his wheel. She had received a strange phone call from a man she trusted like no other man. He had saved her life twelve years ago, though he probably wouldn’t admit it, nor would he acknowledge it. He had simply been doing his job. An esteemed physician, Dr. Holcomb called early one morning and asked if Leah wanted to be part of a research study.
“I will do anything I can to help you,” Leah replied sincerely. Dr. Holcomb seemed hesitant to continue, so Leah spoke for him. “Do you want me to come to your office?” She heard the doctor clear his throat and he sounded a bit sheepish as he suggested a day and time.
Leah parked her car in one of the designated spots outside Dr. Holcomb’s office and entered the building. It was early evening, long after the office had closed. The door was locked, so she tapped lightly on the door.
“Leah, come in.” The doctor smiled, which he rarely did as far as she knew, when he saw the beautiful big blue eyes of the blonde haired woman he had called early that day. He seemed nervous, which was unusual, although at times he had seemed shy in her presence. He wasn’t wearing his white lab coat, but instead was dressed casually in a pair of dark corduroys and a light sweater. “Let’s get started,” he said with an uneasy smile. He placed a hand on the small of Leah’s back and motioned for her to walk with him toward the end of the hallway and around the corner to his private office.
Leah looked around at the empty desks and open doors of examination rooms. It was too quiet. “Has everyone gone home?”
“Yes,” Dr. Holcomb responded as he closed the door to his office. Leah took a seat in a chair facing Dr. Holcomb’s desk, but the doctor didn’t sit in his desk chair. He sat down next to Leah and pulled his laptop computer from the corner of his desk. Placing a hand on Leah’s arm, he began. “Leah, I apologize. There is no study. Do you remember what we talked about at your last appointment?”
Leah felt her heart begin to race. She was dying and he had called her here after hours to tell her. No, that was stupid. She would have been called to make an appointment if that were the case. “I…no, I guess I don’t remember.”
Opening his laptop, the doctor pulled up the document he had been working on for the last two months. “Romantic suspense, just as you suggested, although this is more of a medical thriller. You said I’d be good at it. I need help with the romantic aspects, however. I’m not exactly the romantic type. Does your offer to help still stand?”
Leah tried to remember. “Yes, I remember…but you said you could never write something like that.”
“I didn’t think I could, but once I started, I couldn’t stop. It’s just…the romance I have trouble with.”
Leah ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face, and Dr. Holcomb watched as the blonde strands fell lazily at her shoulders. She was beautiful, but a woman like her would never see a man like him as a romantic partner. With her bubbly personality, she had obviously been a cheerleader, probably married a jock right out of college. She looked at him, her blue eyes bright.
“That’s wonderful, Dr. Holcomb. What kind of romance are you looking for?”
Inside, he was screaming that he wanted a romance with her, a bodice-ripping, can’t get enough of you romance, but he shrugged his shoulders. “I read one of your books. It was pretty hot.”
Leah’s cheeks felt hot and her face turned crimson. “You read one of mine? Now, I’m embarrassed.”
He put his hand on hers. “Don’t be. That’s what I want, the kind of romance you wrote about.”
Leah wondered if there was a double meaning to his words, but she didn’t pursue it. She knew the doctor’s history, though he didn’t know that she knew. Women talk, and she knew one of the ladies in his office from a water aerobics class she had taken a year ago. His first marriage had ended in divorce due to an affair he had ten years ago. The woman had lied about being pregnant and threatened to tell his wife if he didn’t divorce her. Once they were married, she faked a miscarriage, but medical records don’t lie. A few years later he discovered the truth when there had been a discrepancy on her pharmacy records. She had been on birth control pills the entire time. Leah learned that the doctor’s ex-wife had taken their two children halfway around the world to her home country of India and denied him access to them. His calls were blocked, mail was returned, and he now regretted what he had done. The woman in Leah’s aerobics class blamed it on a midlife crisis, but Leah had little tolerance for men who cheated. They were a dime a dozen. Rumor had it that the current Mrs. Holcomb was cheating with another doctor, a surgeon, but no one felt bad for the doctor. Like the saying goes, “If they’ll do it with you, they’ll do it to you.” Leah realized she had been spacing out when Dr. Holcomb snapped his fingers.
“Where did you go?”
“Oh, sorry. Let me see how to segue into a hot scene.”
The doctor watched as Leah’s fingers began to type. Her petite features made him want to take her into his arms and keep her safe from the outside world. Her skin was as white as snow and made her appear delicate and perhaps a little bit helpless.
“What do you think of that?”
The doctor’s attention turned to the screen and he read quickly, not wanting Leah to know that he had not been following along. “I like it,” he said, with more enthusiasm than Leah had expected.
“Too much…too little?”
“It’s perfect,” he added. Leah was perfect. She wasn’t older than he, like his first wife, nor was she much younger, like his current wife. She was the same age as he. He knew that from her chart.
After an hour had gone by and many scenes of an erotic nature written, Dr. Holcomb turned to Leah and stated, “I married the first woman who went out with me. We’re divorced now.”
Leah decided to play along. Pointing to his wedding band, she said, “And you’re married again.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,” he admitted, looking away. “But I’ll be divorced again soon. She has found someone else, actually more than one someone else.”
“Sorry to hear that.”
“I gave my first wife citizenship, and I did it again with my second wife. I believe that’s the definition of insanity – doing the same thing again and again and expecting a different result.” He laughed as he stared at the computer screen.
“It’s not uncommon, though. We like to do that which we are comfortable doing. Repeating past behaviors isn’t uncommon, Dr. Holcomb.”
It was then that the doctor looked at Leah and touched her arm. “Call me Craig – please.”
“Oh, I don’t think I could.”
“Please,
Leah, I need to take off the white coat, so to speak.”
Leah nodded her consent. Then she felt his arm around her and he seemed to move closer. “Thank you,” he whispered, his lips close to hers. She wanted to back away, but there was nowhere to go. She felt his lips lightly graze her cheek and the corner of her mouth, but the ringing of his office phone prevented anything further.
Leah jumped, her nerves on edge, as Craig excused himself to take the call. Leah could see the hurt in his eyes as she listened to the one-sided conversation. His face turned red as the heat began to rise at his wife’s threatening words. He turned his back to Leah as he put a hand to his face. His voice began to crack and Leah slowly made her way to him. She put her hand on his back as he placed the receiver in its cradle. Staring at the wall, he pulled Leah around and wrapped his arms around her. He was a big man and in his arms Leah felt as if she were wrapped in a warm soft blanket. She had never felt comfortable with a man crying, but being held by this man felt natural somehow and she moved her hands upward along his back, comforting him from two many decades of pain. He was an expert in his chosen field, but years spent in classrooms and studying medical texts had made him an infant when it came to interpersonal relations. It was as if he had skipped an integral part in becoming an adult, stuck in one of the necessary stages of development. He wasn’t the first doctor to have experienced what Leah termed ‘social retardation.’ She had known many physicians who simply weren’t comfortable outside of the hospital or other medical venue, and they were the first to admit it.
Leah turned her head to look up at Craig and he opened his eyes. She felt his heart beat next to hers and watched as a tear slid down his face and onto his lips. With a light brush of her finger she wiped it away and elicited a slight smile from the doctor. As she looked into his eyes that were a deeper shade of the same color as her own she felt a connection with him, and as his lips moved ever closer to hers, she stood on tiptoe and let him kiss her. It wasn’t a quick kiss, as would have been more appropriate, but a long lingering kiss that she knew was inappropriate. Still, she didn’t back away. She wanted him. His hot hands caressed her shoulders, moving the material of her blouse down her arms. When she forced her lips from his, she looked up at him with questioning eyes.