Trust Me
      Chapter 16
 

 Michelle felt the hot sun on her back as Danny continued the delicious assault with his lips. Her body betrayed her. She felt her arms reach to embrace him as if they didn't belong to her. Her mind willed her to protest. Stop this. Her body would not cooperate. Danny had taken possession of her, and she knew it was futile. His kisses moved to her neck. As his mouth reached the hollow of her neck he stopped and began to suckle. Her head lolled back as she felt the hot moisture of his mouth working furiously. Her hands nestled in his dark curly hair. She pressed his head closer. She pulled at his shirt wanting to feel his skin. His teeth clasped the soft part of her ear. "I want you...I want you so bad." Hearing him she felt a flutter low in her belly. "Danny, wait..."

He pulled hard on the straps of her shirt and she felt it tear, the top fell. He hesitated, staring at the pink peak. He looked up at her. Waiting. Slowly he lowered his head and while he looked up at her, he stuck his tongue out and licked, tasting her.

"Did I wait long enough?"

Then his lips claimed her nipple. She gasped. She held his head as he sucked. Nothing else mattered in the world. Just this feeling.

He unbuckled his pants. Her eyes were closed and she felt herself getting wetter as she heard him unzip his pants. He grabbed her hand.

"Touch me."

"Noooo...come on."

"I want...I need you to touch me.", said in a low voice.

He brought her hand to his penis. Engorged, filled with desire, it turned her on even more to wrap her hand around him. She rubbed at the tip with her thumb. He bit his lip as he watched her hand. She made a fist around him and slowly pulled down. She brought her hand up again. He was soft, smooth and warm. His eyes closed as he leaned back and let her play with him. She stared at him and then let go.

He opened his eyes and smiled. She remained serious.

His hand made its way up her thigh. Kissing her, his teeth pulled at her lips. His tongue deep, probing. Deliciously tantalizing. He pulled at her panties. Her body let him do as he want.

"Danny..."

"Michelle..." he responded in a sing song voice to match hers.

The silk came off her legs and then his fingers were separating the folds of moisture and rubbing her. She moaned. She gripped at his shoulders as first one finger explored and then another. It wasn't enough. Desperation.

"I want you.", he said with desire.

"You're going to do what you want...", she fought him with words.

"No. I'm going to do what you and I want."

He continued touching her. She fought to gain control.

"I want...", she attempted.

"What? Tell me..."

"I want...I..."

"Say it. Come on babe say it."

Her body was flush. Her nipples stood erect and ready for his mouth. Her hips rotated ever so slightly without her direct command. She was losing control. She loved it. This is so right.

"Now..."

"Only if you say it. I'll stop if that's what you want.", his mouth was dry. He could feel how turned on she was. He knew she wanted him, but he needed to hear her admit it.

"You know..."

He began to pull away. She reached around and held his head. Staring into his eyes she said, "I want you...now...Danny now."


His mouth claimed her breast as he lifted her from the counter and brought her down on him. With one swift move he was inside her. "uhhhhh..." She wrapped her legs around him and clung to him.

He wanted to go slow, savor the beauty of it all, but pleasure so long denied overcame him. He thrust up and into her. Her hips met his. She was tiny, and feather like in his arms as he lifted her off of him and pulled her back down to cover his length. He moved to the sofa and knelt on it laying her down on the soft pillows. She pushed at his shirt wanting it off. He stopped her roaming hands and finished removing it himself. He placed his hand over her mound. His fingers splayed over her stomach as his thumb rubbed at her glistening nub. She closed her eyes and relaxed. He felt for the gun on his leg and removed it from the holster. He thrust into her slowly. Her hips came up to meet him. Her eyes were still shut. Her face a mask of pleasure. He placed the gun behind him. He picked up speed. Moving in and out. Over and over again.

Michelle thought she would explode. Every inch of her body was on fire. The feeling centered on her clitoris traveled throughout her body causing her to tremble. The pleasure was so intense that it threatened her grip on reality. She was flying. She was every where. She was home.

Danny watched as his penis slipped into her hot folds. His gaze shifted from there to her face. His hand on her stomach he felt himself inside her with each push. When he thought he couldn't hold out any longer, she came. Her orgasm lifted her off the couch. Mid thrust he stopped and let her move in a frenzied dance against him as he came inside her. Ecstasy.

He fell against her burrowing his face in her neck. He kissed her chest. "I missed you so much..."

Silence.

"Things are going to be okay. I promise."

Her heavy breathing matched his own. He felt the moisture on his cheek and wiped at it. He remained still and let the realization set in.

He lifted himself and looked into the crying eyes of his Michelle.

"Honey?", he put his hand to her face to erase the trail of tears, she immediately turned away.

"Hey, don't cry...come on. Everything's going to be fine."

Quietly the tears poured down her face.

Suddenly she pushed at him causing him to fall off of her. She sat up quickly and reached for the decorative throw to cover herself.

He sat on the floor watching her. The tears continued to flow.

"Michelle?" "Sweetie, talk to me.", He went to hug her. She stood up and stopped him.

"NO!" She ran to the bedroom.

Danny sat down on the sofa and picked up one of the pillows.
He exhaled deeply. Threw the pillow across the room. Pulled his pants on and followed her.

He found her in the bedroom. She was tugging on a pair of jeans and he watched as she struggled to button them. She was still crying.

He stood in the doorway and folded his arms against his bare chest.

"You want to tell me what the hell is going on?"

"No."

He sighed.

"Michelle, would you please talk to me? Come on."

She ignored him. She went to the dresser and began searching through the drawers. She threw things around and in between wiped at her face.

"Just leave."

He was all out of patience. In a few quick strides he was next to her. Grabbing her arm he pulled her away from the furniture and slammed the drawer shut with a kick of his foot. She tried prying herself free of his grip. He held on tight. "Leave?", he asked. Speaking directly to her face which she promptly hung to her chest so she didn't have to look in his eyes.

"I told you it was over." she lifted her gaze and looked at him with eyes that brimmed with tears and fury.

"And I told you it wasn't."

She pulled on her arm. "Let go of me."

"No."

"hmmmph!",

"You and I are going to talk."

"There is nothing to talk about. You came and did exactly what I imagined you would and it's over. OVER!"

"Wait a minute. You are unbelievable.", he let go of her then and she stepped back trying to regain her balance.

"You know there were two of us on that sofa. Two of us! I seem to recall you wanting me as much as I wanted you...What the fuck is going on?"

"I never said I didn't want what happened to happen. I just have nothing left to say to you. "

"We have a lot to say."

"I disagree. Danny, you know this will never work.", she began packing a suitcase. Pulling things from the closet and tossing them in.

"Well, I disagree with that.", he walked to her and slammed the suitcase shut. "Could you please stop doing that and just talk to me?"

"Danny it's fate. We can't live with each other.", she was looking at the clothes hanging in the closet.

"What? Why? You're not making any sense Michelle."

She slowly turned to him and in voice that was filled with sadness and tears she said, "I don't trust you."

"Ha! Is this about me sending you here with Ray? Huh? Because you know I did that to keep you safe...and...I would have..."

"Would have told me?", she finished for him. "No you wouldn't have. This is you making decisions and taking action without considering anything else but yourself."

"That's not true. How can you say that? You're going to stand there and tell me that wanting to protect you--YOU, Michelle is wrong. Unbelievable."

"Protecting is one thing. Letting me believe that I was free to leave and adjust to life without you is another. A decision I had taken and you made me think you respected. You did. I got into a car trusting you. And what did I get? I got Ray. Your cousin, the Priest no less, is taking me to parts unknown and I have no say in the matter. I begged you to pick up the phone. I pleaded with you to talk to me then. What did you do? Huh? What did you do Danny?"

He stared at her.

"Just as I thought. You have nothing to say now.", she turned from him and continued packing.

"Why didn't you mention you were planning on going to Europe? " She stood perfectly still then and he walked around to face her.

"I needed to get away from this. All of this craziness. People were dying all around us. I wasn't about to sit around and watch you die. Especially knowing you were planning someone else's death."

"Michelle...I'm not going to die."

"Danny, to me you were dying a slow death the minute you decided you had to be the one to avenge Pilar's death. I love you too much to watch you do that to someone. You have no idea...no idea what it's like."

"Michelle, I'm not going to kill any body...."

"When I killed your brother, it was a relief. But every night I go to bed knowing that I am a murderer. I killed someone. Oh, I try and rationalize it. It was me or Mick, and I will always choose me, yet a part of me wonders if I could have talked to him. Maybe I could have stopped him another way. Maybe if I'd reasoned with him. In the light of day, I know that I couldn't have made Mick stop and I know I couldn't have done things differently. It was an accident. I hit him, so hard... so hard because I was terrified. I killed him. I feel guilt and remorse. Even more now because I love you and you don't have a brother because of me. I took something precious from you. And you have never held that against me. You've loved me in spite of it all. I can't let you do that. I don't ever want you to feel the way I do. I don't want you to be torn between satisfaction and guilt. I don't want that for you and if I can't stop it from happening to you, then I can't stay. It would kill me....I love you too much." The words rushed from her.


"Michelle, Michelle. I love you so much." he embraced her then. Holding her tight to him he continued, "I'm not going to kill anyone. I thought about it. I planned it. I wanted to. Dietz, he took away everything, everyone I loved and when I knew he was planning on killing you...you Michelle, well I had to be the one to end it all. She tried turning away from him. "no listen...you didn't kill Mick. You didn't."

"What? No. I did. I hit him and he died."

"No honey. Nino, he came to see me after you were gone. He knew everything. Dietz killed Mick. It's been him all along."

She began to sob then. He held her up as she crumbled into his arms. "I didn't...It wasn't me. Oh my God! Oh my God....Why didn't you tell me?", her body shook.

"I wanted to tell you. As soon as I knew, I thought of telling you, but you were safer away from me. I knew that here you were safe and I didn't want to compromise your safety. Oh baby, I'm so sorry for everything. Everything you've been through..."

She extricated herself from his arms and asked him, "You said you weren't going to kill Dietz. Why? What made you change your mind?"

"John. John did. I was on he plane plotting my revenge. John in one moment changed everything. I had just spoken to Ray and he told me you were here alone and I was so pissed off. Then John told me that everything would be okay. He didn't look to sure of himself but he convinced me that if you were okay, I was going to have to give up on my vendetta. He then told me something I never knew. John, a long time ago, promised my father that I would never be involved in this side of the business. My father made him promise to keep my hands clean. So John, tells me that if I want you I have to be clean and that he made a promise to my father that he was planning on keeping. I believed him. He was right. So, I handed everything over to him. I don't want to know how he does it. All I do know is that I want you and I need you. Michelle. I love you. We don't have to end. Trust me."