The Light in the Wound by Christine Brae Page B

little bit disappointed with her life right now. I think she regrets leaving.”
    “Will she be coming back then?”
    “Not sure. Who knows? Hey Jess, how was your summer? Did you get everything you needed to get done in time for the start of school?”
    “Yeah, more or less. They convinced me to run for SC President again and this time with Katrina Edwards as my running mate.”
    “Oh.”
    Katrina Edwards: tall, hot blond, former cheerleader, smart Engineering graduate, student activist.
    “I think I’m going to do it.”
    “That’s great, Jess.” What’s one more gorgeous fawning female to deal with?
    We made our way to baggage claim, only to find Bernard already packing up the car with my suitcases. “Holy cow, what did you bring back?” Jesse teased as he opened the car door for me and I slid in first. He saddled up next to me with a big smile on his face. I realized then and there how much I missed him.
    “I know, my mom bought me a few things.”
    We arrived at the house and stayed briefly while I gave instructions to the maids to put away my belongings. I had gotten Jess a few things, clothes mostly and some little souvenirs I picked up to show him how much I thought of him while I was away. He asked me to pack an overnight bag and informed me that he had his brother’s car for the weekend. He was taking me to a friend’s vacation home in the mountains, about an hour away from the city. The drive was nice and relaxing and I was as talkative as ever. That’s the one thing about having been with the same person for five years. He knew everything about everybody — aunts and uncles, weird family members, sisters, relatives, friends. He listened the whole time, turning to me once in a while to flash me that killer smile.
    The vacation home was a massive split-level, with glass walls overlooking the volcano and a surrounding bright blue-colored lake.
    “Who owns this house, Jess?” I asked. “It’s so beautiful here.”
    “My brother’s girlfriend’s family owns it. She offered it to me knowing that you’d be arriving home this weekend,” he answered, as we walked from the driveway into the house.
    “It was so nice of them to do this for us.”
    I was looking out the window as he put the bags down and hugged me from behind. “I missed you so much, Isabel. I didn’t know how I was going to survive without touching you for two whole months. Did you miss me as much as I missed you?” His voice was becoming urgent as he pressed against me and held me tightly.
    I turned my head to the side and gave him access to my mouth. “Oh babe, you just don’t know how much.”
    “How much, Iss? Tell me. I want to watch while you show me how much you missed me.”
    He unbuttoned my blouse and lifted my bra up to expose my breasts. He angled us so that we could see our reflections through the glass in the middle of the clear blue lake. He lifted my skirt up, took my hand and slipped it inside my panties. “Let me watch you, Iss. Make yourself come for me. I’ve thought about you doing this while we were apart. Did you? Did you do this?” he hissed.
    “Yes. Oh yes.” We rocked back and forth until I felt myself coming from my touch, while he watched me intently. As I stared at his reflection, I reached behind me, unzipped his jeans and pressed him against my back. He knew what to do after that. With my palms and my breasts pressed against the glass, he bent his knees and entered me from behind.
    His movements were urgent, strong … almost violent. He pinched my breasts and bit my shoulder. Moments later, I was on my knees as he continued to take me on the floor. He let out a deep groan as I felt him pulsating inside of me. He pulled me down to lean on him as he rested his back against the glass wall. He held me like that for quite some time until I felt him stir inside me again. This time it was my turn to show him just how much I missed him.
    We spent the rest of the evening talking, playing backgammon