Bruno appears behind me and rests his chin on my shoulder.
“Welcome home, wife.”
I turn around to see if he's serious, “But...how...when?” my words stumble.
“Did you really think I couldn't come to see you? The only thing more important was to prepare the house for when you arrived.”
I slide my hands over his broad shoulders, and I kiss him deeply for the first time since I got out of that place, his hands hold my ass tightly and he pulls me tightly against his chest. He groans against my mouth, “Fuck, can I show you the house later? I really need to be inside of you.”
“Get a room!” I hear Carter shout.
Bruno looks at him glowering, “You go away.” He lowers his eyes to lock with me, “I really want to fuck you right now, but I just remember the house has people inside.”
“Show me our house,” I smile.
Bruno holds my hand and drags me inside. My eyes fill with tears as we walk in, my hands try to hide my red face, I can't believe the palace Bruno made for us.
“This is...my God, Bruno, it's incredible! I can't believe you've done this in a week.”
People start coughing loudly, and I turn around to see Carter, Dante and Amira.
Bruno looks at them again. “They helped a little, I also hired a group of men.”
“Guys, thank you!” I say.
Bruno grabs my hand and takes me on a little tour of our new house. Everything seems pure and gorgeous. There is good energy and the Beatles sound in the background. What more could I ask for?
During lunch, I find out that Dante and Amira live in Bruno’s old house.
Carter tells some moments of our trip through Europe and eventually explains how he ended up being part of the Soulless Basters. He avoided mentioning Rage, and I am grateful. I want to go see him; I want to thank him for everything.
Everyone left the house in the afternoon.
When I close the door, I turn around and I find Bruno leaning on a wood column, watching me with his arms cross over his chest and a smile.
I walk towards him; I have a lot of words on the tip of my tongue, but none can escape as Bruno shuts me up by giving me a slow kiss.
He turns up the volume on the song, ‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps,’ takes me by the hips and starts dancing to the rhythm of the song. His arms begin to roll down my back, slowly, so slowly, is a beautiful agony.
The song eventually ends, but the next one is ‘I Want You (She’s So Heavy).’
He begins to sing it to me with his thick voice, burying his nose in my ear. Goose pumps run all over my body.
I am dying to kiss him. When my mouth looks for him, he moves away from me and drags me against the column, towering over me and caging me with his arms.
I’m totally at his mercy, he looks so powerful, so blind by lust.
When the song changes its chords, Bruno rests his election over my pelvis and rubs himself slowly as he buries his mouth in mine.
Finally.
Taking small steps, he guides me into the bedroom, as he keeps singing the lyrics. Snatches my old shirt and throws it away from us, just as I tear off his shirt, exposing his tight stomach.
“Take off your pants,” He orders.
I obey.
He takes off his pants without breaking eye contact, he’s looking at me as if I were a deer he’s ready to hunt down.
