30 comments/ 106828 views/ 37 favorites CvsN 26: Royally Fucked By: Tx Tall Tales CvsN 26 - Royally Fucked Tx Tall Tales (c) --- Ancient walls come tumbling down. NOTE: All characters in this story are fictitious. Any names that might be similar to real names are purely accidental. Just wanted to make that clear. --- My last full day in Spain started auspiciously, pounding my pretty little boss from behind. I thought I'd be exhausted, but I felt energized. I left Chris dozing in bed and headed down to the hotel gym, putting in 40 minutes on the treadmill and another 15, or so, on the weights. Back upstairs, Chris had retreated to her room preparing for the day ahead. It was my last full day in Spain, and I realized that I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be home, with Debbie and Beth, in my own house. I'd been away long enough. I had finished getting ready for another day of training, when I heard the knock. I instinctively turned toward the door separating our rooms, but I realized it was the front door. Looking out the peephole, I saw a slight man dressed in a suit. "Señor Morgan?" I removed the chain from the door, opening it wide. "Yes?" I was unprepared for the sudden blow to my gut, doubling me over. A large man in a poorly fitting suit stood in front of me and pushed me back into the room. He had a rod of some kind in his hand, and landed another blow across my back, the pain nearly dropping me. I staggered back, confused. The first man, much smaller, almost slender, stepped into the room and reached down for my head, tilting my chin up. Big mistake, since he was now between me and the big guy. I came up fast, slamming my forearm up between his legs, and as he bent over gasping, I reached my arm around his neck, spinning him around and pulling him back with me. I had him in a choke-hold, my arm crooked around his neck. The big guy moved forward, his baton held at the ready. "Stop. Another step and I'll snap his neck," I warned in Spanish. The hulk slowed, looking at me hard. His beady little eyes looked like they were having trouble comprehending my words. I was squeezing the first guy's neck tightly, cutting off his air. A quick step backward and a drop to the ground was all it would take to snap his skinny neck like a twig. As it was, by pulling him close, his head was forced forward, nearly facing the ground. "Turn around," I told my assailant. He hesitated, and I released my shield's neck enough for him to breath. "Tell him." The man gasped, drawing in a breath. "This is a mistake," he warned. I pinched his neck tight, pulled him back and punched him in the kidney, hard. "Tell him. Last chance." "Hazlo," he wheezed. Do it. The big guy turned, facing the hall. "Drop the stick." He obeyed, tossing it behind him. "Good. Now on your knees, so we can talk in peace." He slowly dropped to his knees, looking back at me, then turned to face the hallway. I spun with my hostage, and lashed out with my shoe kicking the bruiser in the side of the head as hard as I could. He bounced off the wall and dropped like a rock. Thank God for hard-soled dress shoes. I turned back to the guy who I'd been choking, and pinned him to the wall with one hand around his neck. "What is this about?" The color was returning to his face, and he gasped for breath. I released the pressure long enough for him to speak. "Miss de Borbón. She's not for you." The adrenaline was still running through me, and I was shaking. The little bastard. I shook my head, then punched him in the gut as hard as I could, shaking the wall, and collapsing him over my fist. In my current mode, I liked the way it felt. So I gave him another shot just for fun. "The Major is a work colleague. I leave here tomorrow. Any time we spend together is as friends." I growled at him, throwing him to the ground. The big guy was lying still, but I kicked him in the side, hard, to make sure he wasn't faking it. He didn't budge. Rolling him over, while keeping my eyes on the mouthpiece, I undid his belt, while the little guy stayed on hands and knees retching. Yanking the belt off, I rolled the muscle onto his stomach, and used it to tie his hands tightly behind his back. I wasn't gentle. Standing, I kicked him again for spite. I didn't like being sucker punched. I hoped I broke a rib. "You're making a big mistake," the small guy said, sitting back on his haunches, watching me. "You made the mistake," I told him. "And the Major's business is none of yours." "Don Reinaldo thinks otherwise. When you sleep with his fiancée you make it his business. She is not some whore you can play with." He was trying to straighten himself out, like he was back in control. "I have not slept with her, and insulting her is not a wise move," I assured him, kicking his leg, which he drew back in pain. The guy trussed up was groaning, trying to roll to his side. I grabbed the little guy by the hair and pulled him upright. "I think you should leave now, before I get angry." He struggled to get free, and almost fell when I released him. "You have been warned. Keep your distance from her." "If I see you again, I will break your little weasel face," I told him. I pushed him through the open doorway, making him trip over his associate. I grabbed the guy on the floor by the hands and pulled him out the door, leveraging his arms back and up, nearly pulling them out of the sockets. When I had him in the hall, I pulled up sharply, as hard as I could and was rewarded with a sickly pop from his left shoulder. Serves the bastard right. He'd be in no shape to ambush me now. The first guy looked at me in fear, his face blanching. He started to speak but I held up my hand. "Say nothing. Just leave. One more word, one, and I will take you back into my room and I will hurt you very badly. Very. Understood?" I could tell he wanted to reply angrily, but he just nodded, red-faced. Looking around, I saw we had a small audience. A couple of heads were peering out of their doors, and my boss Chris was standing outside hers, gazing on in surprise. "Wrong room," I announced. I turned to Chris, "I'll just be a second, then we can go down and get some breakfast." I retreated to my room, straightening my clothing and grabbing the retractable baton which I collapsed and slipped under my belt. Just in case they had friends. With my jacket on it was invisible. The phone rang, and I thought about letting it go, in case the hotel had some complaint. I picked it up anyway, ready to fire back about their lax security. "Jack. Ana Isabel. Just listen. You may have some men come to visit you. Don't let them in. Stay away from them. Carlos will be there soon." "They were already here." "My God! Are you alright? That bastard!" "I'm fine. They've left. I'm going down to breakfast with Chris now. Carlos can meet us there." "Be careful. They will try to get to you." "Not these two," I assured her. "Did they say anything?" "They said they had a message from Don Reinaldo. To stay away from you. They accused me of sleeping with you." "The asshole! He doesn't own me. Are you sure you're Ok?" "Right as rain. I can't say as much for the big guy they sent to deliver the message. Look, we can talk about this later, Chris is outside waiting and I'm sure she has lots of questions." "Please be careful. I'm sorry." "I'm not. I'll see you later. Don't worry. Bye now." I heard her soft goodbye as I hung up the phone. My wrist hurt from punching the little guy. I massaged it as I opened the door. Chris was standing there staring at me. "Want to tell me what the hell is going on?" "They had a message for me. They should have phoned it in." "Don't wisecrack! That looked serious. The one guy couldn't move his arms when they left. What was that about?" She sounded angry. I slid my arm around her waist and guided her to the elevator. "Come on, I'm starving. It was a simple misunderstanding. They misunderstood my relationship with the Major and I set them straight." Over breakfast she wouldn't let it go, and I explained a little of what was going on, not going into any detail about my relationship, whatever it was, with the Major. Carlos and an associate found us in the restaurant and he introduced himself and his friend. I invited them to join us for coffee, after which he insisted we ride out to the base with him. He was quiet, but looked capable. His friend wasn't much bigger than me, but he had a dangerous look about him. I was lucky these two hadn't come to visit me. At the base it was business as usual. I delivered the training, and had lunch with the class. Pablo was assisting me, and by this time he understood the working of the program mods as good as anybody. Made my work a good bit easier. I never saw Ana Isabel, and the subject of the morning visit didn't seem to be public knowledge so we stuck with idle conversation. The training classes went well, and we had a few different people drop in for a while, but the brass kept their distance, as did my favorite Major. By 5 o'clock we were shutting things down, and I was wondering about the evening plans. Pablo was still sticking around, always near, and in an exceptionally good mood, but he didn't seem to be aware of my early morning visitors. With the gear packed up, he gave me a smack on the back. It hurt. I was sure the shot I'd taken earlier was going to be sore for a while. I did my best to hide the pain. "Great job. I'd say your trip was a huge success. Ready for some drinks?" I smiled. Was I ever ready. "Lead the way compadre. Time to celebrate." The Officer's Club seemed to stay busy, and this Friday night was clearly no exception. We found Colonel Ortiz at the bar, competing for Chris's attention with the General and their coterie. As I approached, the Colonel turned and passed me a large Scotch, neat. Good man. "Señor Jack! You and Chris have done a splendid job this week. Thank you so much." "I'm glad it all worked out so well," I told him, before taking a large gulp from my glass. Damn, I needed that. The General was speaking to me, talking about their installation plans as soon as the final delivery was made. I was barely listening, nodding when it seemed appropriate, while I scanned the crowd for Ana Isabel. "She's not here," Pablo said softly. I turned and looked at him. "Ana Isabel. We haven't seen her today." Sadly, it looked like the message had been delivered, and one of us had decided to heed it. Oh well. Probably for the best, as much as I hated to leave things as they were. I pounded my drink, and over my second I joined in the conversation, talking about some more features, and the final installation. They were also discussing having another training class, which Chris was negotiating. It almost didn't seem fair; she had the men eating out of her hand. I heard a hush in the room, and turned to follow the looks of many of those around me. The crowd was parting and Major de Borbón was striding our way. She looked devastating, in an outfit that clung to her body, wearing a necklace so bedecked in jewels I was surprised the weight of it did not drag her down. The sapphire nestled in the top of her cleavage was the size of a quail egg. She headed straight to me, stood on her toes and gave me a peck on the cheek. The quiet of the room seemed to burst like a bubble, and I could barely hear her over the sudden cacophony. "Sorry I'm late. I had to take care of a few things." She had a hard look in her eye when she said it, and I was glad I wasn't on her bad side. At least I hoped I wasn't. Pablo placed a drink in her hand. "All done. Everything went perfect. I don't remember any project going so smoothly." She smiled. "I'm glad. Although I guess there were a few bumps along the way, but nothing Jack couldn't handle." She smiled and raised an eyebrow at me, almost questioning. "Nothing major, Major." She wrapped her arm around my waist, and gave me a squeeze. She must have felt the baton around my waist because she shifted her hand. "I can't tell you how happy I am to hear that." The Colonel turned to us. "Drink up! It's time for the party. It's a day to celebrate!" He had his arm around Chris; it appeared he was winning the fight for her attention. But the General hadn't given up. He was glued to her other side, leaning down and whispering in her ear. We carpooled down to the Plaza Mayor again, hitting some new tapas bars. Ana Isabel never left my side, and my flirtation was on the verge of being over the top. Touching, feeding each other, intimate whispers. She seemed to enjoy it, responding in kind, but the subject of our morning discussion never arose. It felt much like our first day, and I allowed her to introduce me to some more exotic delicacies, while we clung to each other, ignoring most of our companions. I still wasn't used to their habit of brushing all the crumbs and napkins onto the floor, but when in Rome... We had dinner at the famous El Botín, the world's oldest restaurant. It was right around the corner, and I was told a little of the history on the way. We ate on the second floor, immortalized by Hemingway in The Sun Also Rises. Our waiter, after seating us, pointed out, "That very chair you sit in was one of Hemingway's favorites." Ana Isabel, seated between me and the wall, laughed. "Please. I hear that every time we come here, everywhere we sit." A man in a suit appeared beside our waiter. "Anita, don't tease the waiters." She rose and turned to him, giving him a hug. "Antonio! It is so nice to see you." He beamed. "So the suckling pig finally draws you back? It's been ages." She turned and gestured to me, and I stood. "We are celebrating tonight. The end of a big project. Jack is our guest of honor. Jack, Antonio is one of the managers here. His family owns the place." "Enchanted. Thank you for choosing to join us tonight. I hope you enjoy your meal." I shook his hand, surprised that such a young man would manage such a famous restaurant. "I have no doubt. Of course, how could any meal match the company?" "Ah, you set a great hurdle before us. I will try to rise to the challenge. Enjoy your meal." He stopped by and spoke to several of the men joining us, where we occupied much of the space at that end of the floor. Our party was a good score or more, and they were already bringing out the wine and first appetizers. After all the tapas, I was wondering where I'd find the room for any of it. The menu had already been decided, and the food was brought out in several servings, including lamb, the famous suckling pig, fresh white asparagus, and too much more to describe fairly. We had some of the famous ham to start, and worked our way through the ensuing feast. When Antonio came by to check on us, Ana Isabel asked for a private tour. He seemed more than happy to oblige, and walked us through the restaurant, providing some of the history. He took us through the kitchen, showing us the original 300 year old wood burning stove, where they still roasted the suckling pig and lamb. We were even given a tour through the ancient bodega, surrounded by bare stone walls, standing among bottles of wine that looked as old as the restaurant itself. "Antonio, dear, would you have any special wine we might finish our meal with?" Ana Isabel asked. He smiled and led us to a rack of wines, and withdrew a dusty bottle. "I think you might enjoy this. I'll have it brought to you." "Place it on my personal bill, please," she asked. I was overwhelmed by the ancient feeling of the restaurant, and was sad to see the tour end, as we were escorted back to our table. I thanked our host, and held out Ana Isabel's chair before rejoining our group. The sommelier appeared with our wine, and I was almost ashamed to drink it, knowing my uneducated palate was no match for the treasure. Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time, and I was ecstatic to be able to share the meal with my lovely date, as I considered her to be. "You seem to be popular," I commented. She laughed, "I've been coming here as long as I remember. It's one of my father's favorites. I don't get to come by nearly as often as I would like lately. I love the garlic soup." "Then I'm glad I had some as well," I teased. We were picking at our dessert, oblivious to anyone but each other, and I wondered about the world she lived in. A far different social strata than I'd ever been exposed too. She was beauty and elegance, and seemed a little above us all. For once, she was not a Major, but a member of the royalty, no matter how distant. And it showed. I hated for the dinner to end, two hours of gastronomic pleasure, but I was reminded the night was still young, and there was dancing to be done. A short walk allowed us to digest a bit before we entered a rollicking dance hall. We were escorted to a private section, and took over several couches and low tables. Our drink orders were taken, and I was informed it was time to dance. I'm not much of a dancer, not like these people were dancing. With Ana Isabel, it was like she was suddenly broken free from her shackles of propriety. She danced like a spirit set free. I loved watching her as she moved on the dance floor. She was obviously well known and popular. As soon as we headed back to our alcove, she was surrounded by admirers. Understandably. She was never at a loss for partners, but turned away more than she danced with. She danced with most of our party, and I can safely say that I didn't want for partners either. I'm relatively certain that Ana Isabel's occasional dances with me were a lure to the other women present. It was good to work off some of the food and alcohol. I was dancing with my Major for the fourth time that night and enjoying it immensely, when she pulled close, dancing more intimately than ever. "Shall we move on, Jack?" "Move on?" "This party will be going on for a while. I don't think we'll be missed too badly. What do you say?" "It would be the perfect end to a less than perfect day. Let's go." We didn't even make an effort to say our goodbyes, we just slipped out the entrance, finding Carlos waiting for us in the car. We had barely pulled away from the entrance when she broke out the champagne. She poured us each a glass, then offered a toast. "Shall we drink to a successful project?" I raised my glass to hers, "Best project of my life." After sipping from our glasses she leaned over and kissed me. "I'd also like to drink to one of the most interesting weeks of my life," she said softly. "I hope I had some small part in that." She smiled beautifully. "Maybe. Just a tiny bit." "I'm glad." "I thought, if you don't mind, we might go back to my place and finish our celebration there." "Are you sure that's wise? I'll be leaving tomorrow, but you still have to deal with the fallout from Don Reinaldo." "As far as I'm concerned there is no more Reinaldo. I made that clear to both him and my family today. For four years I went along with their plans, but no more. I'm not sure who the right man is for me, but I know it's not him. No matter how much our families might wish otherwise." "I can't say that I'm sorry to hear that. I don't know the man except indirectly, through his actions. I believe you deserve better." "As do I, Jack. As do I." I finished my champagne, and pulled her close. She slipped into my arms, and I kissed her, deeply, fantasizing for the moment what it could be like if things were different. If we weren't from such different social classes. If I weren't leaving the following day. If I didn't have my soul-mate waiting for me at home. I rarely thought about Debbie, or Beth, when I was with another woman. I recognized my own fallibility when it came to being with other women, never thinking it more than an act I performed, in between being with the women I loved. It wasn't something intentional, but my mind usually just blocked them out. And I pursued my amorous perfidy without a thought for the consequences. Either at home, or with the object of my short term obsession. CvsN 26: Royally Fucked But Ana Isabel was more. More than a casual lustful passing. She was an incredible woman who deserved more than I could offer. An amazing woman, with a tangled life, waiting for the man who was worthy of her. I knew I wasn't that man. And yet. Here I was, after what we'd been through with each other, openly going to her home, suspecting that perhaps tonight, the rules might not be as stringent. For once, I pondered the consequences, and my own intentions. If I had any doubts about her intentions, they were somewhat mollified when her hand reached between my legs, stroking my burgeoning hardness. Damn. What was I doing there? With her, of all people? Her hand kept up its teasing, and I just leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying her attention. I felt the car slow in front of her house, pulling into the driveway. We were at the edge of town, but the houses were still closely packed together. They looked old, but then again, so did so much of this beautiful country. I entered the building behind her, wondering what I'd find. The house reeked of old wealth. The furniture all looked to be antique, and dozens of paintings were plastered across the walls. It was spacious, with high ceilings, and open rooms, but I didn't have much opportunity to observe more. Ana Isabel took me by the hand and led me down a hall, directly to her bedroom. She closed the door behind us. She turned, but any words she might have had for me were interrupted when my lips hungrily met hers. She fell into my arms eagerly, letting me kiss her, nearly devouring her. I reached behind her and unzipped her dress which she allowed to drop to the floor, leaving her dressed in the sexiest of underwear, all lace and frills, barely covering her, and mostly see through. That and her jewelry. When she reached behind her neck to remove the necklace I stopped her. "Leave it. It's almost as beautiful as you." She smiled, lowering her arms. Then she was back in my grasp kissing me fiercely, while my hands massaged her ass, squeezing her. I ran my hands over her body, still enthralled by her soft skin and sexy form. My need was upon me, and I carried her to the bed, laying her in the middle, then moved down between her legs. I kissed her and licked her, touching her thighs and all around the edges of those sexy panties. I rubbed her through the material, running my tongue between her legs, pushing the thin fabric into her. I rolled the panties down her hips, slowly exposing her to my view. No warnings about boundaries and rules this time, she lifted her legs allowing me to pull them down to her ankles. I pulled her panties off and settled in, making love to her sweet pussy, inhaling her fragrance, exploring her all over again, learning her feel, her sensitivities. She allowed me free rein, and I worked to pleasure her, taking my time, enjoying the moment. In this I was successful, eventually making her cry out for me. She pulled away and took off her bra, exposing her sweet small breasts, capped with the most delightful dark areola and perky nipples. "Take off those stupid clothes," she snapped at me, tossing her bra at me. "You do it." She was a tiger, leaping off the bed and tearing my shirt off, and yanking my pants down to my ankles, boxers and all. She leaned over and took me in her mouth, quickly pressing forward, taking most of my length on her first attempt. Unlike our previous, constrained activities, she went after me with complete abandon. She sucked me aggressively, then suddenly stood up and pulled me to the bed, stumbling, kicking off the clothing around my ankles. She fell back upon the mattress, scooting up. I looked down at her glorious form, naked except for the necklace which glittered against her flesh. She leaned back in the bed, parting her legs. I followed quickly, poised between her tender thighs. "It's a night for celebration I think. For our project, and for my freedom," she said. I opened her legs and pressed my cockhead against her. "A great night for celebration," I told her smiling. "Mmmm. Celebrate me, Jack. No more rules." I took her quickly, sinking deep within her. The feeling was exquisite; all I'd hoped and dreamt of each time she'd turned me away. My deep penetration wrested a groan from her, which was accentuated when I slowly pulled back and thrust into her again. After just a few strokes, I was completely ensconced in her warm nether embrace. Withdrawing, I played with her, diddling her, corkscrewing my hips, exploring her depths. How long had it been for her? She was tight and squeezed me as I penetrated her repeatedly. I loved the playful feel, but I couldn't resist taking her for real. I opened her legs wide and fucked her hard. The long night of dining and dancing was like hours of foreplay, and I wanted her so bad I could taste it. All the nights of coming so close to this, and leaving frustrated. I had to have her, hard and fast. Take her; make my claim against her, in the most elemental of ways. She was quiet, moaning softly, but seemed to enjoy it as much as I. I pounded her, driving her into the bed, filling her thoroughly. I wanted her to come for me. I needed to feel her surrender. Leaning over her, I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her against me, slamming into her as hard as I could. Again, and again, and again. I couldn't think straight. I felt my arms trembling, holding me up, while my hips pistoned away. I stared into her eyes, and watched those dark orbs glisten, as her soft moans took on a new intensity. She gasped softly, when I grabbed her necklace, twisting it and pulling it tight against her neck. Her head leaned back, her eyes rolling back in her head, and she grabbed my wrists in her hands, tugging, until my hands wrapped around her slender neck, squeezing gently. "Jack!" she cried out, and I felt her body react underneath mine, thrusting back hard. It was what I'd sought, and I released her throat, reaching behind her neck and tugging her head forward while I achieved my own desperately needed release. I groaned as I flooded her insides, coming in waves, pushing deep, forcing myself as far into her as possible. I kept at it, even after I knew there was nothing left for me to shoot. Sitting upright, I held her thighs in my hands, parting her legs, and gently continued screwing her, easily, concentrating on the feeling between my legs, willing myself to stay hard. I closed my eyes, moving my cock just a few inches back and forth, until I could feel the stiffness return, becoming firmer. With the return of my hardness, I could withdraw all the way. I looked down where my cum-coated cock was resting just outside of her, and slowly pushed back in, repeating the action, until I was certain there was no chance of my trouser buddy failing me. I looked up to see her watching me, a tender smile on her face. "That was incredible, Jack," she sighed, stretching her arms out over her head. She pulled her hands down, and rubbed her neck, where I could see a red line where her necklace had bit into the skin. She lifted it and looked at it. "I'll never be able to wear my grandmother's necklace without thinking of you." I slid into her to the hilt, and leaned over her again, my lips seeking out hers. The kiss was soft and intimate, not the aggressive need we'd shown earlier. She relaxed beneath me, opening her mouth wide, and surrendering completely until I was sated with her generous mouth. "Are you always like that? So fierce?" she asked when I moved my lips down to her soft neck. "No. Not like that. I just had to have you, I couldn't help myself." "You've had me now. Happy?" "Beyond words." She pulled my head up and kissed me softly. "Me too." From there we were much more carefree in the bed. We changed positions often, experimenting and playing around, and when I could get her to come, I could barely tell. She moaned so softly, breaking into Spanish, telling when she was on the verge, encouraging me. My prim and proper Major was fun to have, and beautiful to watch when she rode me. Watching her body move above mine, seeing that emblem of her status bouncing off her bounteous breasts, dropping down to rest on my chest when leaned over for a kiss. It was cool against my skin. We spent hours in that bed, while I learned every inch of her patrician body. I lost track of my own orgasms, never wishing to stop. And the lovely Ana Isabel was always game to help me get ready for continued love play. Her teasing mouth was a wonder, practiced and patient, willing to work to get her way. We took a few breaks along the way, but never for long. Lying beside her I couldn't keep my hands of that body, and when I couldn't stand the inaction, she accepted me willingly. I could sense she was releasing herself in ways she'd been denied for far too long. I was ecstatic to be the instrument of her release. It was nearly three when I was spooning against my Spanish love goddess, my hands still fondling and caressing her. I loved her body, and knowing that every inch of it was mine to share. My lips sought out her skin at every opportunity, nibbling, kissing, licking, tasting. Somehow, her necklace had survived the sexual marathon, and I played with it, while nibbling her shoulder. "You should go soon," she said regretfully. "I know, but I wish I didn't have to," I told her, kissing her shoulder. "I hate for this night to end." She turned and kissed me gently. "It has been a most wonderful evening. Perfect. You belong here in Spain. You should stay. I can make you a very good offer. Come work with us. Take over our development team. It would be a great coupe. Bring anyone from your team you want. Stay here. Stay with me." I kissed her back, surprised by her unexpected request. "It is an amazing offer. Incredible. But I can't right now." I kissed her neck. "God, I wish I could." She sighed. "Maybe someday?" "I'd like that," I told her. "You are a bad liar. It is those women you have at home, isn't it?" "It's difficult to explain. I'm in a relationship, yes. With some very wonderful women. But none more fabulous than you. I have obligations, and commitments," I explained. "If that changes, remember, you are for Spain," she kissed me one last, lingering time, then climbed out of our bed. She turned to face me, a vision of loveliness. "I don't make this offer lightly, Jack. I think we could have something special. Something remarkable." "I wish it were true. It would be difficult." She got a hard look in her eyes. "Fuck difficult. Fuck obligations. We deserve happiness. We could make each other very happy. I believe this with all my soul. Your soul sings to mine." I stood and took her in my arms. "You deserve more than happiness. You deserve complete joy and freedom. Someone who loves you for all the wonderful things you are. Someone who loves you completely, with all their heart and soul, freely and with complete abandon. I'm afraid at this moment, that's not me. Though God knows, I wish it were." She hugged me tightly, clinging to me like a life preserver at sea. I held her just as tightly. Her arms lost their tenseness, and she released me. I gave her one last squeeze before she pulled away. She picked up the phone. "Carlos? I'm sorry we're so late. Mr. Morgan is ready to leave." We dressed in silence, a tenseness between us that saddened me. She escorted me to the door, and pulled me down for one last kiss. "Tell me we'll see each other again. Please. Say it." "Ana Isabel, you and I will be together again. Someday." I stepped out into the night, my heart feeling like it was being crushed in a vice. The sound of the door shutting behind me had a finality to it that was devastating. I hated to lie, but I suspected that was the last I'd see of my favorite Major. And I hated it. * * * "Jack? It's so late, why didn't you call?" I heard Beth's voice across the many miles. As soon as I'd arrived at my room I realized I hadn't made my nightly call. I felt terrible about it. "Is that him?" I heard faintly in the background. Then Debbie was speaking. "Tell me you're coming home to me tomorrow. Tell me." She sounded crazy. "Of course I'm coming home tomorrow. I get on the flight around one. I should be back in your arms before dark. Nothing's changed." "Are you sure? You'll be here?" she asked again, almost shrilly. It wasn't like her. "I'll be there. Being away from you has been hard. It's made me realize how much I belong with you." "It's been terrible. Terrible. I need you here," she said on the verge of tears. "I know. I won't leave you like this again. If I have to travel, I'll take you with me. You and Beth if we can peel her away from the pool and classes long enough." "Just come home, Jack. Come home." I heard her pass the phone to Beth. "Hey Jack, what's with calling so late? She's been a bear to be with." "It was a big celebration here, for the end of the project. Everyone's been so happy for it to go well. We had tapas, dinner and dancing. This city never closes. I only got back to my room a few minutes ago." "And still no pretty young Spanish girls for Jack?" she teased. Beth certainly didn't seem to be worked up like Debbie had been. "Lots of girls. Our hosts made sure of that, recruiting every cute young lieutenant and admin in any way associated with the project. I've never danced so much. I'm sure I'll have blisters in the morning. But once again I came home alone. The life of the lonely traveller." "I'm in the kitchen now," she said softly. "Debbie was inconsolable. She was convinced you'd found someone special, that we were losing you." "Be serious. Where could I ever find a woman to match up to either of you? Never mind both of you? I'm spoiled for life." "Make sure you tell her that." She switched subjects, "Business is looking good. We've got eight kids lined up already, for Monday. And there's several more on the fence that I think will sign up soon." "That's wonderful. I'll tell you all about this place when I get there. I really have missed you." "And I've missed you. The house seems so empty when you're gone." "Come on. Four young women and a little girl? Doesn't sound all that empty to me." "It's not the same. It'll be good to have you back. Debbie's going to need some reassurance, I think. I don't know what's gotten into her. She hasn't been herself since the day you got there." "I can tell. It's finally over. It's been fun, and really good for business, but I'm done travelling for a while if I can help it. This gets really old, fast." "Good. I'm going back to the room now. Try to get some rest; you'll have a long evening tomorrow." "I'm looking forward to it. I love you Beth. Give my love to Debbie, and get some sleep." "I think we'll both finally sleep now. Love you too. See you tomorrow." "Absolutely." I took a long shower, then settled into my bed, for my last night in Spain. I felt horrible about the Ana Isabel situation. I'd never committed myself to hiding anything from the girls. If it had come to it, I'd have told them about my Boss, and my flight attendant friend. But they'd never hear about my lonely Major from me. I thought I'd pass straight out, but I found myself wondering about Ana Isabel, and what she'd do once I was gone. I was certain she wouldn't lack suitors. I could almost see her, smell her, with my eyes closed, thinking about what might have been. What possibly could be? * * * I woke to a warm body cuddled up to mine. A hand was gently stroking between my legs, and miraculously I was responding. I rolled onto my back, sighing. There were a lot worse ways to wake up. "Good morning sleepy head." I reached out to pull her close, her head resting on my shoulder. "I take it you had a good night?" Chris asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Very. You?" "Decadent. Two men. Two! I felt so naughty. And they must have found some miracle drug, because they were ready to play, long and hard." "You little slut! Two more broken hearts left behind. I'm surprised you were able to walk this far." "Barely. I was walking funny. I'm worn out. Thoroughly." "Ditto." I gave her a squeeze and kissed the top of her head. We lay quietly for a while, each lost in their own thoughts. "What are we doing, Jack?" "Nothing yet, but if your hand keeps that up things are going to change." She slid her hand up to my chest and hugged me. "I mean, why are we doing this? You and I having a little fun is one thing, but it's all gotten so out of hand." "You're irresistible." "I'm married, Jack. I would say happily married, although my behavior this week might make that sound silly. And look at you. You've got two incredible women at home that most men would kill to be with. Either one of them. And they're both there waiting for you while we pull these stunts." "I know. It's not what I'd expected this trip to be like. That's for sure." "I don't know how I'm going to face him. God, the things I've done!" I hugged her close, and it broke my heart to have her crying on my chest, sobbing hard. I soothed her, stroking her back, trying to calm her. "It's over now. It's out of your system. He never has to know." "But I'll know!" she sobbed. "And what about us?" "We get off that plane, and it's over. We had our fun. Now we go back to the ones we love, and put this chapter behind us." "Is it that easy? Are you going to forget about your Major just like that?" "I have to. It'll be tough for a while, but I'm sure that once I'm back with the girls we'll be back to business as usual." "I hope you're right. I don't want to lose my marriage." "We'll have each other to lean on. Friends. No weirdness in the office, right?" "Friends. I need a friend." "Anytime you need to talk about it, you've got me. Remember that." Her hand had wandered back down between my legs, and in spite of the seriousness of our discussion and her recent bout of crying, having a sexy naked woman in my bed stroking me produced the expected results. She slowly climbed on top of me, sliding me into her moistness. "One last time, as friends?" "Do you think I could ever say no to you?" "When we get back you'll have to, for both of us. I'm not sure I'll be able to." I pulled her down for a kiss. "You're stronger than me. I don't know how to say no to a woman. Sometimes I wish I did." "Like now?" she asked. "No. I'm happy to be with you now." I nudged with my hips, setting her to moving again. She sat up and screwed me easily, gently, while I toyed with her breasts. "I'm going to miss this," she said softly. "Me too. A lot." "Bullshit. You're never going to do without. Not in the house of lust." "I may not do without, but I'll still miss being with you." "Friends?" she asked, rocking against me more forcefully. "Always. We've shared too much now." "Yes," she moaned. "But we'll always have Spain." "We'll always have Spain," I agreed, pulling her down to me thrusting into her hard. It didn't take us long for her to get me off, and I held her close, while she cried again, when it was all over. Then she kissed me and got out of my bed. "Late checkout's in less than an hour. I already called down to let them know we'd be late. I'll check in with you when I'm ready." She walked back into her room, and I had to wonder again, if this hadn't all been a mistake. Had I done this to her? If I had just left her alone, would we both have been a lot better off? Was I growing a conscience? Damn it. ============ Thanks for reading my story. Another change up back at the house is coming. As always, votes and comments are greatly appreciated.