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Converging Destinies Ch. 01

By: Choices101



Chapter 1.

Rediscovering.

This is the story of Michael Laroux and Bree Barnes. Two complete strangers who have a chance meeting one summer afternoon and begin a adventure together that neither them, their loved ones nor their enemies will ever forget.

-Part 1-

The meeting

Michael Laroux was a Sophomore at San Diego State university. He was tall, but not overly so. He was lean and tight bodied, but not big and muscular. His black hair hung down to his shoulders and his eyes were a dull shade of green. In other words, he wasn't the kind of guy anyone would take a second look at. He grew up well balanced and all in all a happy kid. Never got straight A's, but did good enough to get a partial scholarship to school.

After high school ended he took a few years to sow his wild oats. He spent a year back packing through western Europe and then went on to school when he turned 20. Michael had always had a thing for ancient cultures and languages. It came from the strange dreams when he was growing up. He dreamed he was a young boy in Feral Scotland, so when he decided it was time for school, he went for a degree in dead languages and it took him quite awhile to find a school that offered it.

All throughout High School Michael had loved sports, baseball, football, you name it he played it. He didn't however want to make a career out of it, so playing college ball wasn't really an option for him. After he completed his freshmen year and went home for the summer his father convinced him to at least try out for the football team. Just because he didn't want to even try to go pro, doesn't mean he can't just play for the fun of it.

When Michael returned to San Diego for his Sophomore year, he unpacked his bags in his apartment and made his way to campus. After taking a quick detour to get his class schedule for the year he walked to the Athletics building. Michael found Coach McKinley behind his desk. The coach was a older man in his late fifties with a bulky stature and short iron gray hair. When Michael walked into the office the old coach's face split into a huge grin.

"Michael Laroux you son of a bitch!" He roared happily and jumped up to hurry around the desk. Michael and Coach McKinley had become very close friends in the year Michael had gone to school at San Diego. "What shall we discuss today? Jordan's stats in 1991? The Olympic dream team? The greatest NFL Teams of all time?"

"I wish I could stay and discuss our favorite sports moments, but I am here on other business." Michael said sadly, truth be told he liked hanging out with this old dog.

"Then why are you here old boy?" Coach asked and leaned back on his desk.

"Football tryouts." Michael said sheepishly. "I want to try and make the squad."

"Michael you know that most of the sports are taken by kids recruited out of high school." Coach said with a little uncertainty in his voice. "And you never struck me as the kind who wanted to go pro."

"There is more to playing a sport then money Coach." Michael said hotly. "I just miss the thrill of game day."

Coach McKinley seemed to stop and think about it. He looked Michael over and then finally gave him a smile and a nod. "Alright son. Tell you what....."

Michael cut him off suddenly. He wanted to make one thing perfectly clear. "I don't want any preferential treatment Coach. I want to make it because I made it."

"....If you had let me finish boy I would have told you that the best I can give you is a test." Coach McKinley said with a chuckle. "I will tell my assistant's that you will be coming by. Tryouts...." Coach checked his watch and his eyes widened. "....should be ending shortly. If you want to make it son, you better hall ass."

"Thanks Coach!" Michael yelled as he turned and ran from the office. Michael ran through the building and made it into the stadium just as the final people were finishing their tryouts. Michael explained what coach had said about him getting a walk on tryout and after the assistants confirmed it his own tryout began.

It turned out that Michael was useless with protecting the QB, couldn't throw a pass to save his life but he was fast. Just as the assistants were discussing him possibly being on special teams he asked them to allow him a chance at a tackling dummy. They agreed and he wowed them by hitting that dummy harder then most of the scholarship players did.

The assistants called out Coach McKinley and Michael demonstrated again. He yelled with glee and slapped him on the back when Michael jogged over after a vicious hit on the dummy. "You my boy have just made the squad!"

"Amen to that." One of the assistants said. He was a short and pudgy man in his forties and he wore a huge smile on his face.

"So, what now?" Michael asked trying to catch his breath.

"You have to take a physical." Coach McKinley said with a grin. "Here, go to this address and have the paper on my desk tomorrow morning."

Michael said his goodbyes, took the address from Coach McKinley and made his way back to his car. He had a spring in his step at being able to play one of his favorite sports again. Michael climbed into the drivers seat of his truck and fired it to life. With a huge grin on his lips he steered the truck to the doctors office.

The doctors office was a one floor building just outside the radius of the Campus. Michael parked the truck and walked into the office. Behind the desk was a pretty brown haired girl in a white blouse. She gave him a wide smile, that he returned.  

"Hi, I was sent over by San Diego State." Michael said.

"They want you to take a athletic physical?" She asked with a tiny giggle. "That is the one perk of this

job, but I think I would like Bree's better."

"Bree?" Michael asked with a lifted brow.

"Bree is our nurse who is on shift today." The receptionist said with a annoyed little toss of her hair. "When I think about all those well muscled jocks who come in here and get junk handled."

The sheer brutal honesty took Michael by surprise, and not in a good way. Michael knew the brunette was trying to spark up a risqué conversation in hopes of it exciting Michael, but it only turned him off. Truth be told, he was one of the only men who didn't like sluts. "Yeah, I think that's a thought I don't want to share."

Michael flashed her a quick grin and then went and sat down. He had time to flip through half a magazine before the door of the office opened and out stepped a woman in black scrub bottoms and a blue and white scrub top. She had blond hair which hung down to her chin and was cut in ascending pattern going up until it was level with her ears. She wore a reddish purple lipstick and had blue eyes that seemed to shine so brightly, they twinkled.

Michael and the nurse stared at one another. He felt his heartbeat begin to quicken and felt a single emotion when he stared up at this beautiful nurse. He felt an undeniable love. Intense and burning. He couldn't explain it even if he tried. He didn't believe in the whole love at first sight myth but he couldn't deny what he felt at that moment. The tool hidden behind those jeans began to shift, and rise. He could hear her moaning, he could see the way her back arched showing off the curve of her spine.

"Do...you two know each other?" The Receptionist asked.

To Michael's surprise the nurse was staring at him the same way. Her mouth was open in a way that ached to be kissed....no, not kissed. Nibbled. She loved to be nibbled. He didn't know how he knew that, but he did.

She didn't seem to be breathing, but he could see the way her lips seemed to be trying to form words but nothing came out. When she heard the receptionist she blinked and shook her head as if trying to clear her mind of a sudden haze.

"No, we have never met." Michael whispered.

"Please....this way Mister Laroux." The nurse said after regaining her composer.

The nurse and Michael walked through the back until they came to one of the rooms and Michael sat down on the table. She began to take his temperature, blood pressure, pulse and all the standard things that happen when you first walk into a doctors office.

"Miss..." Michael said as she was getting the arm cuff ready. "Do we know each other?"

"I was thinking the same thing." The nurse answered and began to pump the cuff. Michael noticed the way her throat and the sides of her neck were flushed. She refused to meet his eyes and her hands were fidgeting. As if trying to finding anything to do but touch him. He could see the way every now and then her fingertips seemed to open toward him. "I am Bree. I don't think we have ever met. Do you remember meeting me?"

"Not that I can remember." Michael answered. "I would remember someone as beautiful as you." Though he would compliment all attractive women this way this time he meant it. He could feel the speed of his heart beat in his ears and felt a familiar stirring in those jeans. "....I am Michael."

Bree noticed the tent in the young man's jeans and would normally have been flattered and said nothing, but she suddenly got this flash of him on top of her. She could feel the way he felt sliding into her and hear herself beg for more. Somewhere far away she could hear her moaned confessions of love. Not fantasies, but memories. "..E..Excuse me."

Bree quickly left the room and stood in the hallway panting. Her lips were dry, but she could feel the warm, hard flesh sliding over her tongue. This shocked her because Bree Barnes hated giving oral sex. She had done it once in high school and the boy had tried to shove his cum in her mouth as she pulled out and shot her in the eye. Ever since, she hated it but now when she felt that warm flesh sliding over her tongue she whimpered with desperate need. She could feel the fabric of her panties clinging to the curves of her lips and realized in shock that she was soaking wet. So wet that her panties were clinging to her body like a wet T-Shirt.

After taking a few minutes to gather herself she reentered the room to find Michael seated on the examination table. The young man looked to be lost in thought and to her immense happiness the young man's erection seemed to have deflated. His hair was coming free of his ponytail and hanging down over his face and her fingertips itched to push it back over his ear for some reason. "...Please disrobe. The Doctor will be here soon."

Michael stood up and began to unbutton the black short sleeved silk type shirt. As the smooth hairless flesh began to appear her lips began to tingle. When he pulled off the shirt her eyes hungrily began to run over the curves of his body, the lines of his stomach muscles and the twists and curves of his peeks and shoulders. 'He's so beautiful' she thought to herself.

Her eyes were glued to him as he began to unbutton and unzip those jeans. His legs were toned, slender and lightly haired. Funny She thought to herself I remember him being hairier. But his voice broke her from her reverie.

"....Would you mind turning around? I don't think the doctor will be flattered if he comes in here and.... I poke him in the stomach." Michael said.

Bree suppressed a giggle but did turn her back. Just as she turned the door opened and the doctor walked in. The doctor was a young and many women thought attractive man. Michael felt a momentary flash of jealousy when he thought about this beautiful blond working closely with him, but smiled anyway. "Hey Doc."

"I see someone is a little shy." The Doctor said with a chuckle and then the exam got underway. The doctor wanted to get the worst part over with, so he did the "grab and cough" first. When Michael dropped his silk boxers down the doctor chuckled again and said. "Well, I take back the little part, and while I am flattered, I don't really swing that way."

Bree couldn't help but glance over her shoulder and again felt her breath catch in her throat. The young black haired man standing next to table was like a flag pole. He was just a hair under 8 inches, or close to it. It wasn't baseball bat thick, like she had heard all men claimed to be, but was thick enough to stretch out most women nicely. "....I think it's more for me Doc."

"That would make sense." The doctor said with a grin up at Michael. Michael forced a grin back. "Now cough for me."

Bree heard Michael cough but two words kept swimming around her brain. For me. For me. For me.

Bree stood in the corner racked by new memories and emotions, but stayed quiet. The young nurse had had more then a few boyfriends over the years and had slept with her share of men, but this felt different. On some primal level if felt like this young man belonged to her and always had.

Before she knew it she heard the doctor telling Michael he was done and she looked up at the clock. She was lost in her daydreams for almost fifteen minutes. "I don't see any reason why you can't play Mister Laroux." The doctor said.

"Thanks Doc." Michael said as he finished getting dressed. "....And it was a pleasure to meet you Bree."

Michael left quickly and Bree turned around, a hand half raised to stop him but he was gone. The doctor turned and noticed the a single tear running down the cheeks of the blond nurse. One from each eye. He crossed the room and touched her arm with concern. "Are you okay?"

"....No..." Bree whispered in agony.

"Did you know that boy?" The Doc asked.

"No." Bree answered and stared at the door in disbelief.

"Then why are you crying honey?" The Doctor asked. He had always viewed the girls who worked for him as little sisters. Being happily married he couldn't see them any other way.

Bree shook her head. "I don't know." She answered, but she felt like she was drying. Watching him walk out that door had felt like a part of her soul had just died. In her mind she could see herself standing on a grass covered hill and watching the young man walk away with his head down as she cried she was sorry over and over again. "I don't know Doc."

"Maybe your just tired dear." The Doctor said softly, patted her shoulder and then left the room. Bree could only think Tired, yeah. That has to be it. Before she too went back to work and tried to forget about the young black haired man who had turned her life upside down.

-Part 1-

The Dreams

The house was dark when Michael woke with a start. After his physical he had returned the paperwork to Coach McKinley and been informed that practice would start in two weeks. He then went and caught up with Jonathan Masters, a childhood friend who went to the same high school and now the same college. That night Veronica, Michael's girlfriend got home from her own summer vacation and the two of them went to dinner.

Michael was distracted all night. More then once Veronica asked him if he was alright, but he just told

her it had been a long day. He couldn't get the image of that little blond nurse out of his mind. When they got home he told her he was too tired and went to bed without sex. Something they hadn't done in months. Whenever they came back from vacation, sex was always one of their priorities.

When he slept that night he went somewhere he hadn't gone since he was a child. The rolling hills of Scotland. He was standing overlooking one of the most beautiful scenes he had ever seen in his entire life and standing next to him was Bree. She was younger, perhaps 18 and her hair was longer and curled. She was shorter and thinner, but it was her. "I have some news Mungan." The girl said sadly.

"Is it what has gotten you so quiet all afternoon Ceana?" Mungan asked.

"My father and Lagen have come to terms." Ceana whispered, afraid to look at him. "All of us are to be married off to Lagen's sons."

"NO!" The boy yelled and turned to face her. "Ceana, you can't."

"Mungan I don't have a choice." The tiny blond whispered, the pain obvious in her voice. "You know who I will end up with. My baby sister is in love with his youngest...and I can't take that from her. My older sister thinks Lagen's middle son is a god and father gives her everything she wants...."

"...I will not allow you to marry Eonan." Mungan cried and took her hands. "Ceana, please we can run. Just you and me....please don't make me stay and watch you marry another man....especially not Eonan."

"Mungan you cannot expect me to up and leave my family." Ceana whispered and pulled him closer. "But there is something we can do. If you will do it for me."

"You know....you don't even have to ask." Mungan said.

"We have time until father announces it. She wants to wait until everyone is back from the hunt.....I want to give something to you Mungan. One everyday. I want you...to be the first." Ceana whispered, her voice heating up a bit.

"You do?" Mungan's voice seem to catch in his throat. "Give yourself to me?"

"In time my dear." The young girl whispered with a happy giggle. It felt good to be wanted. "I have been staring at these for many years." Ceana whispered and ran her fingers across Mungan's lips. "I would like to do this first. My first kiss...."

As Mungan and Ceana kissed for the first time Michael woke up with a start. It took him some time to remember he was Michael Laroux and was lying in his bedroom in Southern California. He laid awake for a time just thinking about the dream. It had felt so real and the emotions still flooded through him. The terror, the happiness and sexual need. The feel of her lips as the two young lovers had kissed. All of it still lingered in him leaving him raw. Little did he know that on the other side of town in another apartment Bree woke up out of a dead sleep screaming. She had the same dream but she woke up with dread and terror in her heart, and the feel of those lips on her own.

Over the next two weeks Michael tried to get things back to normal with Veronica, but every time he tried he couldn't seem to focus and his dreams only got worse as time went on. He watched as Ceana

told Mungan that these "firsts" that once give cannot be taken back or stopped. Now, she could kiss him as often as she wanted and as he lovingly removed her shirt and tasted the flesh of her breasts she moaned. As his fingers found her depths and her hand found the length of his uncut cock they each moaned into a deep and passionate kiss.

When it finally came the moment when he dreamed that Mungan licked her sweet virgin pussy Michael woke up in a cold sweat. The house was quiet, the only sound in the room was Veronica's deep breathing to match his own heated pants. He could have woken up the beautiful young woman lying next to him, but instead he laid back with his eyes closed, picturing the images he had seen with his hand sliding over his steel like cock. He stroked it softly, lovingly until he exploded in his hand with a hiss.

On the other side of town Bree was deep asleep. She shared the same images in her mind that Michael had experienced. Felt Mungan's tongue as it slid over the soft virgin lips. Like Michael she sat bolt up in bed as Ceana screamed in orgasm. Her hand slid of its own accord down her flat stomach through the faint trail of blond hair that led to her smooth lips.

Every other time she would masturbate she would have driven two fingers deep into her sex, but this time she used only the pads of two fingers to massage her clit and her lips. She retracted the steps Mungan had taken and just as Ceana had she exploded in a thunderous orgasm.

Michael couldn't take any more. He looked over at his girlfriend of almost a year. Her brown hair was framing her angelic face in her sleep and her large mounds of flesh sat up perky in her nightshirt. Michael slid his hands down her flat stomach to the bikini cut panties that covered her mound and began to gently rub.


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Michael slid down her body until he found himself face to face with that pussy and deeply inhaled. Immediately he was sorry he did. It didn't smell like Ceana did. Ceana smelled like roses from keeping dried rose petals with her clothing but Michael was too far gone to care. He pulled those panties to the side and looked down at those pouting lips. Veronica had been with her share of men before they met and her lips were parted, not nearly as tight as he remembered Ceana being and there was a faint patch of a golden bush that should have been present that was gone.

"....What is wrong with you?" Michael whispered to himself. "She's a dream."

And then it assaulted him. Memories of the ascending cut blond hair. The nurses scrubs. The same angelic beautiful face. Michael let out a feral moan of need and shoved his face down into the bald pussy of his girlfriend. He licked up the lips with a hungry need. He didn't waste anytime as he licked up those lips to her hidden clit and began to lick it with a intense fervor.

The reaction of Veronica was electric. The brunette's body jumped and her eyes snapped open. She looked down at Michael and let out a throaty half moan and half purr. "Oh god baby, I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"Shhh." Michael said forcefully and lowered his head to continue to lick and suck that pussy. Could he tell her that her voice was breaking the mood for him? Not likely, he did care about her still and he didn't want to break her heart.

Veronica didn't speak again, but the sounds of her moans filled the room. Michael slid two fingers up

those lips until he found the opening and drove them as deep as they could go. The rhythm was set up to match an outward stroke of his fingers with a lick or suck. Soon the alternating stimulation was more then Veronica could take and she was clawing the sheets and screaming at the top of her lungs.

Michael tried to continue his oral assault through and then after his orgasm, but Veronica had other ideas. All Michael wanted to do was lay here and use his tongue to pleasure the beautiful blond haired woman he saw in his mind, but when Veronica reached down and pulled him up by the shoulders his trance broke.

He had to suppress a wail of agony when he opened his eyes and the beautiful nurse wasn't in his bed. Veronica reached out and touched his face and this snapped him out of his obsession for a moment. He remembered that before he came home he loved this brunette. She was his whole world. "Come here baby, let me taste that wonderful cock."

"....That's okay baby. I am not really in the mood." Michael said half heartedly.

"Yeah....your not in the mood." Veronica giggled and wrapped her hand around the length of flesh that was now sticking out of the opening in the front of the boxers. When she wrapped that delicate hand around the flesh she let out a moan of need and said in a aroused purr. "Oh god....your so hard baby."

Before Michael could stop her she bent at the waist and engulfed that cock with her talented mouth. Veronica, or Ronnie as most people called her, had gotten a lot of practice with much larger men then him so when she greedily suckled down that shaft she took the entire length without so much as a gag. Ronnie bobbed her head up and down taking the entire length into her throat.

This movement got a gasp and moan from Michael. whether he wanted to or not. Soon he had worked the images out of his head and was enjoying the oral ministrations. He looked down and watched that wealth of brown hair driving up and down and felt a new wave of affection for this woman. She was doing this, with such wild abandon because she was scared their relationship was in danger. Veronica was no fool, she could feel them drifting apart these past weeks.

Michael began to feel an all to familiar tingling in his stomach and grabbed a hold of her hair. Using her hair like a set of handle bars Michael began to lift and lower her head at a faster pace. Still no chokes left this talented woman.

"Oh god...I'm going to cum." Michael hissed.

Veronica's suction only increased at that point and it was more then the black haired young man could handle. With a roaring moan he thrust his cock into her throat and exploded in blast after blast of hot cum flooding down her throat. That was the one thing Ronnie always had a problem with. She choked softly and pulled his cock free as she fought to swallow the overflow of seed.

After they had both calmed down Veronica climbed up and laid down next to Michael. She laid her head on his shoulder and the little woman was almost purring contently. "God, I love you Michael."

"And I you baby." He whispered, but his mind was already back on the dreams again. If he only understood why he was having them. In blissful contentedness Ronnie falls back asleep. Michael lays there for a time thinking before passing out himself.

As the week pass the dreams get more and more intense. On the 13th day after the dreams start Michael's world begins to unravel. Practice was supposed to start the day after and that night he had the most intense dream yet. Ceana's wedding was the next day and there time was running out. The lovers had done everything else and by a lake Ceana gave Mungan her purity, her virginity. Next to the stream under a beautiful tree the two made love. Bree and Michael both woke up, seconds from orgasm.

Bree finally gave in to her impulses and called one of her ex boyfriends. The man came over and after five minutes of sex came inside her. In a fit kicked him out for leaving her unfulfilled. She didn't even get a chance to orgasm. Bree laid down again and brought herself to orgasm, calling out Mungan's name in both pleasure and agony.

Michael woke up that night and made love to Veronica, but the two had a huge fight when as he orgasmed and called out Ceana's name. Veronica was ready to pack her bags and leave Michael, but he begged her to stay. Told her he loved her and he would figure out why this was happening. Veronica, not ready to give up yet, gave him another chance.

-Part 1-

The Bar

Michael began to take sleeping pills to get through the night dreamless. His days then became classes and practice and his nights became making love to Veronica and trying to sleep without the dreams. After a full week without them. Veronica wanted to celebrate the fact that she was once again the only woman in Michael's mind so she took Michael and his longtime friend Jonathan Masters out to the bar to party.

The first half of the night went off without any problems. They all had a nice buzz going on and then one of Veronica's friends called and she invited them to party. They all sat in the corner with Michael in a pair of black slacks and a black button up shirt, Jonathan in a pair of blue jeans and a blue plain shirt and Veronica in a long black dress that hugged her figure. They sat talking when a voice brought their attention up. "Hey Ronnie, thanks for this. You have no idea how much I needed it."

They all looked up at the same moment and Veronica let out a happy squeal to see her friend. The woman wore a white silk dress from the waist to her knees that was slit up both sides to mid thigh. A pair of white knee high boots and a white top that curved down and showed off the inner curves of a pair of 38D breasts. Her hair was blond and cut to it ascended up her face from long near the chin to her ears at the top and had the most dazzling blue eyes. She smiled at Jonathan and gave Veronica huge grin, but when she saw Michael her smile faltered. "....You."

"...Bree?!" Michael exclaimed in shock.

"You two know each other?" Veronica asked shocked.

"She was the nurse at the doctors office where I got my physical." Michael explained.

"Well, She and I have been friends for years. She's been having a hard time so I told her she could join us." Veronica said. "you know what baby, why not dance with her?"

"Dance with him?" Bree said in fright. "...I don't know."

"Yeah, I mean I wouldn't feel right." Michael added just as unsure as she was.

"Come on baby, we both know what will happen if Jon dances with her." Ronnie said glaring at Jon. "He will try and grab her ass."

"Guilty." Jon said with a shrug which got a grin from Michael. "Come on Mike, show the pretty girl a good time."

Both of them began to badger him until finally he threw his hands up and agreed. Michael slid out from the booth and Bree set down her purse. The DJ was playing a fast paced piece of music as they walked to the dance floor, but almost as if by fate as soon as their feet touched the dance floor the song changed to something slower. Michael looked over at Ronnie, who smiled and nodded. So, Michael extended his hand to Bree, who took it unexpectedly.

The song was called 'Every time we touch' by Cascade. The slow version of the song. When their hands touched a unseen current seemed to pass between them and Bree looked down shyly. "It's okay Bree. It's just a dance."

Bree nodded softly and the two stepped closer until their bodies pressed against each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Michael slid his hands around her slender waist and the two gently began to dance. Michael could feel the way her body seemed to tremble as he held her and she could feel the way he held her gently, but protectively. "Bree, are you okay?" Michael asked, feeling her trembling against him.

"I've been having these weird dreams." Bree whispered. "Ever since we met at the office."

Michael felt his breath catch in his throat and could barely make out the words. "Me too."

Bree gasped and looked up into his eyes. There was a defensive wall in her blue eyes, but also a tender longing. "You too?"

"About a Scottish pair of young lovers." Michael answered and nodded.

All Bree could do was gasp and stare up into those deep green eyes in shock. "They made love for the first time last night." He whispered and smiled. "She cried as they did."

"He was so gentle." Bree whispered in return and held him tighter. "He loves her so much Michael.....why are we seeing this?"

"I don't know Bree." Michael answered and then whispered suddenly. "Why is she marrying someone else? Doesn't she love him?!"

For some reason, Bree felt a sudden chill at this. Like she needed to defend not Ceana but herself. When she heard the agony in his voice, like he was the one who was being hurt and not Mungan she held him all the tighter. "Shhh, don't say that. She loves him with everything she has. She has given everything she is to him, but she cannot be with him. There are rules."

"Aren't some rules meant to be broken?" Michael asked and locked eyes with her. At that moment he

felt a pull to her. A intense connection and he knew what needed to happen. So did she. She whimpered with need and she began to lean in to kiss him, but she felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped.

"Mind if I cut in?" Veronica asked from behind her.

"Yes, please." Bree said and jumped back.

Veronica slid into her boyfriends arms and Bree walked to the bar and ordered a double shot of the strongest thing the bartender had. The Bartender poured her a double shot of Ever clear 151. Bree looked back at Veronica with her head on Michael's shoulder and the pain was clear in her eyes. She and Michael locked eyes and Bree held up a hand, as if reaching for him and Michael's face suddenly turned into a mask of pain and he buried his face in Veronica's shoulder.

The four of them drank the night away. Michael drank very little, so did Jonathan for his own reasons. Michael and Bree are careful not to be alone together. When the night wound down Veronica asked Michael to drive Bree home. Michael and Bree lock eyes and even though they know if he does this, they will end up together Michael is about to agree. Jonathan beats him to it and Bree agrees, with a apologetic look at Michael.

The four of them parted ways and on the way home Bree fell asleep in Jonathan's ford Taurus. In the car she dreamt of Ceana and Mungan again. They are by the river and the night was so bright above them. Ceana's wedding was the day before and her breasts show signs of bruises. Eonan was a brutal man. Mungan kissed each one of those bruises but Ceana gently pushes him back and spend the night lovingly sucking his cock. Bree not only watched, but experianced as Ceana sucks the man she loves to orgasm three separate times.

Bree woke up suddenly and felt the burning sensation in her stomach and looked over at Jonathan. Jonathan was a little on the geeky side and it showed. His hair was brown and cut short and his eyes were brown, the color of rich southern mud. Where Michael was tight and toned, Jonathan was a little on the thick side, but at that moment she didn't care.

"Pull over." Bree said suddenly. She watched as the car pulled into a abandoned parking lot and looked down at her hands. The image of Mungan burned her passions and the need to orgasm clouded her judgment. Then something else flashed through her mind. Michael. Michael at home in his bed with Veronica. Having sex with Veronica. "Jon....this is a one time offer...would you like to have me?"

"Hell yes!" Jon said without a moments hesitation.

Bree offered him no foreplay. She simply hit the button on the steering wheel to flip it back into the up position and then unfastened his belt. He began to ask her a question, but with one hand she pulled out his cock and with the other she pressed a finger to his lips. "Shhh, don't."

She doesn't take him into her mouth. When she even thinks about doing that she feels sick. It feels like a betrayal. Her hand worked his cock until it hardens to a nice length. Right around seven inches and relatively thick. She climbed into his lap, pulled her purple panties to the side and sank down in his lap.

"ooo.....GOD!" She moaned out softly and closed her eyes wide. "Yes I needed this. Fuck me...."

Jonathan began to lift his hips up to meet her desperate thrusts. Something about this felt weird, in his

car, still fully clothed, but Bree is a knock out and he's not about to argue with it. The petite body on his lap began to ride him like there was no tomorrow, slamming her hips down into his own. He can feel the puddle of her juices pooling in his lap.

When she felt him begin to swell suddenly she shakes her head desperately. "N...o not yet! Not yet!"

Jonathan tries his hardest and even manages to hold on until the orgasm begins to rip through her body before he exploded inside her depths. If Bree thought that her orgasm was strong, she was mistaken. When she felt the cum explode inside her, her eyes snapped open and she didn't see Jonathan or Mungan. She saw Michael and a orgasm the likes of which she only read about surged through her body.

It took her a full two minutes to ride it out and when she did she climbed back into the passengers seat and pulled her dress back down. "L...ets not speak about this."

"What ever you say." Jonathan said hotly and then began to drive again. "You realize your screamed out Michael's name?"

"....Oh god...." Bree whispered, but she found herself smiling. "Please don't tell him."

"Your in love with him." Jonathan said humorously. "The man is the luckiest man alive."

When Michael got home with Veronica however it was a whole different story. They walked through the doors of their apartment and he spun her around by the wrist and shoved her into the wall. Her eyes widened and she was just about to ask why he was so angry when he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open. Then her eyes widened and she giggled. "Oh.....baby."

"Don't talk." He snarled and with a yank pulled her bra clean off. The snaps broke and her 36C breasts bounced free. Michael let out a hungry snarl and pulled up the black dress up around her waist. With a single grasp he pulled her panties fee with a tear. "Mine."

"Yes baby, yours." Veronica purred. Michael had never been like this before. Never this forceful. Never this commanding.

"She's mine." Michael growled and Veronica agreed. Michael grabbed her hips and lifted her up. Her back hit the door and she screamed in pleasure when her dripping wet pussy was invaded by the entire length of his cock in one thrust. Michael felt bigger, harder. Like his cock felt like it was made of solid steel. "She's MINE!"

"OH GOD! YES YOURS!" Veronica screamed. He had never been like this and she liked it. Pretending someone was threatening his status as her man turned her on. Inwardly she smirked at that thought. Someone threatening to take what was his. "He is trying to take it from you baby. Are you going to let him take it? Fuck it?"

"NO!" He screamed in what sounded like genuine rage and began to hammer into her pussy with all the power he could muster. Her little pussy was taking a beating, and she loved every minute of it. The sound of his growling breaths were matched by her screams of pleasure and the sound of his hips slamming into her own. "He can't have her! She was mine!"

In his minds eye he saw Jonathan and Bree making love on her bed. Bree was writhing around beneath him and begging for more, but then suddenly it all changed. Bree was standing in his living room in the white outfit she wore tonight and was staring at him. He could hear her in his mind. He would mean nothing to me my love. Like Eonan. Please make love to me Michael.

Michael lost it at that moment. He began to hammer into Veronica as hard and fast as he could. He couldn't hear Ronnie's screams. All he could hear was Bree's spoken pleas. Then, with a roar he slammed in as deep as he could go and unloaded his balls deep inside Veronica, but in his mind it was Bree, on her knees in front of him who was getting her face covered by his seed.

Michael carried Veronica to their bed and then collapsed with her. They laid there breathing hard and he could hear Veronica professing her love for him over and over again but all he could see was Bree's smiling face.

Yeah, I'm in trouble. He thought to himself.



Converging Destinies Ch. 02



Chapter 2.

Dreams, Deals and Destiny.

Part 1 of the Converging Destinies story covered the meeting of Bree and Michael. Michael, a college student in his sophomore year at San Diego State who is in a relationship with Veronica Chambers. Bree is a nurse who works for the doctor where Michael had to take a physical for his football eligibility. After the two meet they begin to have identical dreams about feral Scotland and two young lovers named Mungan and Ceana. Ceana has been married off to a horrible man named Eonan and has decided to give all of her 'firsts' to the man she loves. As the dreams continue the strange feeling Michael and Bree feel for one another build. At a party to celebrate one night Michael finds out that Veronica and Bree are friends and the two share a very romantic dance with one another and almost kiss. That night Bree sleeps with Jonathan Masters, a longtime friend of Michael's out of sexual desperation and the thought of what Michael and Veronica are doing. Michael on the other hand takes Veronica forcefully because "she is his" as he says. Veronica has no idea he is thinking about Bree with Jonathan. As they cum, they each see each other, instead of the ancient Scotland couple they had always seen.

This is Part 2.

-Part 2-

Therapy and couples therapy.

After the night at the bar and the events from that evening the dreams not only continue for both Michael and Bree but they seem to get more intense, more vivid and more crushing. Every night Bree and Michael dream of Ceana and Mungan and every night the Scottish lovers would do everything to and with one another. Mungan would lovingly lick Ceana's sweet pussy and his beautiful scottish woman would return the favor to his uncut cock. The two would then make love and lay naked in one another's arms until the sun was close to coming up.

The Dreams had begun to take their toll on the private lives of the two. Bree was late for work almost daily and had taken to picking up guys from the bar every night. She would pray they could give her what she needed, but no matter how great the sex, she asks them to leave and cries herself to sleep. Ceana's emotions bleeding out into her now.

Michael on the other hand had been late to practice three times in the last week. He hadn't made a single class since school started and he and his relationship with Veronica was suffering. After the events of the night of the party he couldn't bring himself to sleep with Ronnie again. He kissed her and when he opened his eyes he saw Ceana or Bree. She tries to go down on him and he saw Ceana or Bree. Then there was Mungan's emotions. Whenever faced with anyone looking at Veronica he would have this overwhelming need to hurt them. And he could barely stand to look at Jonathan. Knowing that he slept with Bree was killing him.

Michael was due in a calculus class when the door of his apartment rang. He was sitting on the couch wearing a pair of jeans and a white tank top and with his face in his hand. He had gotten up on time to go to class, but he was so tired and the thought of leaving the house, of not sleeping upset him now. "If you have a key come in....if not go away."

That usually took care of most people but he heard the sound of a key in the door and was just about to

look up and greet Veronica when he heard a male voice say sourly. "My god, you look like shit brother."

Michael looked up and found Jonathan standing in the door way. Jonathan was wearing a pair of ripped up black jeans, a pair of black boots and a Green Day T-Shirt. His short brown hair was nicely combed and his brown eyes were filled with concern. Michael's chest welled up with rage and hate when he saw him, but a voice inside his head reminded him He is your best friend and you and Bree are not a couple. He didn't do anything wrong. "Look Jon, it's not a good time."

"The last few weeks it's never been a good time." Jon said firmly. "And the last week? You won't return my calls. You don't ever want to hang. You barely talk to me. It is because of Bree?"

When her name came out of his mouth all Michael wanted to do was rip his throat out. Stop him from ever saying it again. "I has nothing do with with Bree Jonathan. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get to class." He said curtly.

"Your already an hour late for that Mike." Jonathan said in a little hiss. "Look, you need to talk to me brother. Something is throwing you seriously off your rocker. Did something happen when you went back home?"

"It had nothing to do with being back home." Michael snapped and then looked down and sighed. "It's these damn dreams."

"What dreams?" Jonathan asked as he crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the coffee table. For a bigger man, Jonathan was graceful.

So, Michael told him everything. The Physical, the dreams that followed, the details of the dreams. Everything. By the end of it Michael was crying and Jonathan looked more then a little awed. "Jon, you have to understand I am starting to feel Mungan's emotions....and Bree....oh GOD...Bree." Michael almost sounded fanatic now. "There is a part of me that wants to make things work with Veronica. To be happy and content with my old life, but there is another part of me that screams for Bree. I think there is a part of that is in love with her."

For a time Jon was silent and then he suddenly blurted out. "We slept together!" Jon looked down at his hands and added. "She didn't want any foreplay. She barely wanted to touch me. She just...did the deal and then had me drive her home."

"Jon." Michael's lip actually quivered. Another man touched her. Little did he know that Bree was sleeping with one, sometimes two guys a day now. Usually without protection. Michael suddenly looked down and cried out. "Jon I need help. I feel like I will die without her. Please....if you really care about me, help me."

"Okay bro. Okay." Jon moved from the table to the couch next to him and put an arm around his shoulder. "Look, my aunt has an office. It's about fifteen minutes from Campus. She's a psychologist who specializes in hypnotherapy. Maybe she can help you."

Before Michael could argue about seeing a shrink Jonathan had his cell phone open and to his ear. "Aunt Carol It's Johnie. I am alright....yeah my mom and dad are fine....Listen I need.....what? Yes, I am taking school seriously. Listen Aunt Carol I need......no I didn't know they remade Cats for

Broadway. Listen Aunt Carol I have a friend who really needs to get in to see you.....Carol please it needs to be right now....can you as a personal fa....thanks Aunt Carol."

Jon hung up the phone and looked over at Michael with a smile. "Come on. I'll drive."

Ten minutes later they were in the car and on their way. They did very little talking on the drive down. Ten minutes later Michael was walking into a big office. A middle aged woman sat behind the desk with a smile on her lips. She had brown hair, like her nephew and the same mud colored brown eyes. Her hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and on her nose sat a pair of thin glasses. "You must be the friend Jon called me about. Please, sit down and tell me what's going on.

Michael walked to one of the chairs sitting across from her desk and sat down. For a short time he just sat there staring at his hands and then began. "I went into a doctors office to get a physical done so I can play football. There was this blond nurse there, pretty, nice and funny. The second I saw her it was like I had known her my whole life. I couldn't breath and thoughts began to run through my mind."

"Sexual thoughts? Carol asked him.

"Yes." Michael said uncomfortably. "....but not thoughts though. More like memories. I could remember the sound of her moans. I could remember the feel of her flesh, the taste of her sweat."

"It is possible you two met at a party after you had been drinking and you have just forgotten?" Carol asked.

"It's possible we both forgot, yes." Michael admitted. "But then the dreams began."

"Dreams?" Carol inquired.

"Yes. About a pair of Scottish teenagers who had fallen in love. Her father marries her off to a abusive idiot . A man who was abused of fathering a young girls child by force. The two teenagers then give all of their firsts to each other before she is married."

"How old are these teenagers?" Carol askes intently.

"Around 18? 19 maybe?" Michael answers. "But now, I am starting to have emotions myself that the young man from these dreams has. I can't sleep, I can't concentrate at school. My whole life is coming apart."

"Well. As Jon no doubt told you, I specialize in Hypnotherapy. We can try and put you under and see what happens."

All Michael could do was nod. Carol led him to a bed in the corner of the room and began to process. Within minutes Michael's eyes were closed and his breathing was deep showing he was close to being in a deep sleep.

"Can you hear me?" Carol asked in a soothing calm tone.

"Yes." Michael responded in a weak, sleepy voice.

"What is your name?" Carols shifted and crossed her legs at the knee.

"Michael." Michael answered. "Ceana baby we have to be careful. Eonan's men are out tonight."

"Will Eonan hurt Ceana?" Carol asked.

"I'll kill him if he tries!" Michael snapped and then sighed happily. "Okay baby I am calm. You know you can do anything you want baby. I am yours."

"Michael I need you to focus." Carol blushed a bit at the thought of what was going on in this boys head. "Do you know where you are?"

"Oh god baby...." Michael moaned and carol, with a blush quickly woke him up.

Once he was awake again and apologized profusely for the raging hard on he was sporting in his pants. "Michael, to tell you the truth I need to see this woman Bree before I make any kind of future progress."

"Why do you need to see Bree?" Michael asked protectively.

"Because I need to confirm that Bree is also having these strange dreams. If she isn't this would be a form of Schizophrenia. Can you bring her here? Today?" Carol asked.

"I don't know. The best I can do is go to her work and see if she is even working today." Michael answered.

"Do that please. I will be waiting."

Michael left the shrinks office then and found Jon in the parking lot waiting for him. After explaining what his aunt believes Jon agrees to drive him back to his apartment so he could get his truck. Jonathan wanted to argue that Mike didn't need to be alone right now, but Michael didn't want Jon to see him and Bree together right now.

Twenty minutes later Michael is walking into the office of the doctor who preformed his physical and found himself face to face with the receptionist, which caused him to grin. The little redhead grinned at him in return. "Well, if it isn't mister football."

"You remember that after all these weeks?" Michael asked with a chuckle.

"What can I say, I remember the hot ones." The receptionist said with a giggle. "So, mister rock hard in the exam room, what can I do for you?"

Michael blinked that someone had told her about that, but seeing the way her eyes twinkled he grinned a bit down at her. "I need to see Bree."

"Another one?" She grumbled and shook her head. "Your not her boyfriend are you?"

"No, not her boyfriend." Michael assured her.

To his surprise the receptionist smiled happily and nodded. She almost looked relieved that he wasn't her boyfriend. "That's good, because to be honest with you she almost lost her job a few days ago . The Doctor found her with her head in a patients lap."

"SHE DID WHAT?!" Michael yelled. When he saw how shocked she was at this and a little turned off he sighed. "Sorry, it's just, that doesn't strike me as Bree."

"I know right?" She said finally. "She hasn't been herself in weeks, but I hate to tell you that she isn't here."

Panic began to spread through Michael at this point. Bree was spiraling out of control worse then he was, and a part of him blames it all on himself. If he had never met her, she wouldn't be acting like this. "C...ould you call her at home?"

"...Look football star, I couldn't do that." The receptionist now sounded annoyed. "That sounds a little stalkerish to me."

Michael grinned a bit at that and nodded. Part of him thought that was her fear. Strange guy shows up and asks her to call an employee at home. That does sound a bit like a stalker. "Look, another doctor needs to talk to her. Doctor Carol Masters. I can give her number and you can verify if you want." When the woman still looked unsure he smiled and added. "I don't want the number. I just want you to call her and tell her the guy from the physical is here and needs to speak to her about the dreams we discussed."

"Dreams?" The Receptionist asked with a lifted brow.

"Long story." Michael said with a chuckle. "Please? If she says no, I will leave peacefully...Consider it a....personal favor?"

Michael turned on the charm and gave the doe eyed receptionist his brightest smile and watched as the girl wilted. First she blushed and then she reached out a shaky hand for the phone. For a moment she said nothing as the phone rang and then she blushed bright red. "....Bree...It's Nadine from Dr Andrew's office? Sorry to bother you but there is a guy here asking about you."

Michael watched in silence as the receptionists brown eyes lifted to him, as if sizing him up and then she answered Bree's unspoken question. "Bout 6 foot 2, long black hair....kinda hot. He says he is here looking for you.....you will? Really? But I thought you said you were b....Sorry! I didn't mean to talk about it in front of him....Fine! Sorry!"

The receptionist looked like she was prepared to cry when she slammed the phone down. When she looked up at Michael there was a clear hostility in her eyes and her lips were curled into a feral snarl. "You had better be worth it kid. She just bit my head off for calling her. So thanks for nothing!"

Knowing that he had been the cause of this woman getting chewed out and all because of him caused knots to form in his stomach. He didn't mean for the girl to get into trouble. So, he leaned over and placed his forearms on the desk. "You know, you are right. I did nothing for you. So, what do you say I take you to dinner?"

"I don't think Bree would like it if I went to dinner with you. I don't think she would let me live it down

if we went out on a date." The little red headed receptionist said sadly. Her tone said she truly wanted to go out with him but she was scared of offending Bree.

"Now, I never a date." Michael said with a smile. "I am seeing someone...."

Michael said the rage flare in this girls eyes and he lifted his hands in his own defense. "Now wait. I am not leading you on. I merely meant dinner. As a way to apologize for causing you trouble."

"Just dinner?" The receptionist asked suspiciously. "Guys have used that excuse before to get into my panties."

For a moment Michael wanted to ask how many men she had allowed into her panties, but then thought better of it. He wanted to keep on this girl's good side. Bree had begun acting strangely and he may need her to keep him posted on how she was doing. Finally, after a moment of silence he nodded and gave her his most charming smile. It's effects were devastating. The Receptionist's eyes went from narrowed to disarmed and vulnerable and she began to bit her lip a bit. "Just dinner I promise. We can go anywhere you like."

"I...am going to need your number?" Nadine asked with a sudden shyness to her tone and I gave her the number while looking at the door.

He wasn't discouraged. Bree must live close because the outside doors opened less then ten minutes after Nadine had hung up. Her blond hair was a bit disheveled but her make up was perfect, as if she had put more on while in the car. She wore a pair of jeans that hugged her hips beautifully and a white shirt that clung to her form, molding itself to her braless breasts. Behind him Michael could hear the sudden hissing intake of breath and Nadine hiss. "Leaves another man in her bed and comes in looking like that? How are the rest of us suppose to compete?"

Michael wanted to chuckle at this woman's thoughts and outburst. She couldn't compare to this beautiful blond who had so very suddenly changed his whole life. He knew the moment their eyes met that she felt the same way. She was haunted, but there was a faint hope and a unmistakable yearning in her eyes. Her fingers seemed to twitch as if they longed to reach out and touch him, but she kept her distance. "Nadine said you wanted to see me."

"Yea...." Again he felt that tightening in the front of his jeans and watched as her eyes drifted down and she bit her button lip with need. Seeing that very clearly sexual posture a lump formed in not only his jeans, but in his throat. Michael's tongue felt thick in his mouth and his heart began to hammer in his chest. "Something is happening to us. I....saw a doctor....a head doctor and she asked me to bring you. If you will come."

"Why would I want to go anywhere with you?" Bree snapped, but immediately raised her fingers to her mouth and her eyes welled up with tears. "I'm so sorry Michael I didn't mean to snap at you. I....am just so frustrated. No one can seem to help. Do you think this doctor can make this stop?"

"I don't know Bree." Michael answered in truth. When He saw the hopeless expression on her face and the misery in her eyes he crossed the room and hugged her. Michael felt at the moment their bodies connected a sudden calmess wash over him. He felt Bree's arms curl around him and grab the fabric of his shirt. She clung to it in desperation. "Shhh, It's okay. We will get through this."

"I'm scared" Bree whispered and held herself tighter to him. "I...am ashamed."

"Why are you ashamed." Michael whispered and pulled them apart so he could look into her eyes. She looked down at his chest in shame.

"Not here...let's go outside." She begged. "You drive....and I will tell you everything."

With only a simple nod Michael took her hand and led her to his truck. He noticed how small her hand felt in his own. How delicate Bree was but there was a challenge in her grip. Like she dared him to pull away. He didn't. When they climbed into his truck and he fired up the engine she stared out the window like she dreaded what she had to say. When she began her voice was wavering, on the verge of breaking. "Until the day you walked into my life Michael, I had only been with five men. Multiple times with each man, but only five and I prided myself on the fact that I loved all of them. Some of them...were after we had broken up and I felt desperate or lonely but I still loved them."

"...That is something to be proud of Bree." Michael said with a smile, but that smile faded when he considered something. Something that broke his heart. When he asked this question, he couldn't hide the pain in his voice and worse yet, he didn't understand why he felt it at all. "....So you and Jonathan...? You loved him in secret or something?"

"Your friend." She looked out the passenger window and sighed. "He was the first who I didn't. My number has quadrupled." Michael heard the sobs and looked over quickly to see Bree was crying hard now. "I have this....this strange longing now Michael. One that no matter how many men I take to my bed cannot be satisfied. I am...just so horny all the time!"

Michael reached down and adjusted that mass of cock in his jeans at her exclamation that she was so horny. He tried to do it discreetly but Bree had noticed and began to whimper. Her hand reached out and touched his thigh, fingernails dragging along the fabric. "....Bree....Veronica is your friend...."

"I know...." She whimpered, and a single fingertip touched his cock. "The only time I didn't feel this way was when we were dancing. When you held me so tightly to you." Her hand slid over and her palm slid back and forth over that length. She let out a little moan of need. "Your so hard...oh god Michael is this for me?"




Converging Destinies Ch. 02



"Bree please....please stop." But his hands stayed tight on the steering wheel. He didn't make a single move to stop her, her hand felt so good sliding on his cock. "Veronica is your friend. Please...try and use self control." He was losing this battle however. When she added more pressure to her hand he let out a deep moan of pleasure. He looked over and saw Bree staring down at his lap with a hungry look and licking her lips.

Michael was saved by the doctor. He pulled up in front of the office and pulled her hand off. The look that Bree gave him was both furious and heartbroken at the same moment. "W...ere here."

"....you don't want me do you?" Bree asked and it sounded to him like her heart was breaking. "You think I am used goods now. I see the way you look at me now.....it's not like how you looked at me when we danced!"

"NO!" His scream shocked them both and the intensity of his stare caused Bree to suck in a breath. "Don't ever think that! I feel the same yearning you do but we need to know what these dreams

are....and if they are some illness that's causing us both to feel this way."

All Bree could do was nod as they slipped out of the truck and into the doctors office. The Doctor's receptionist had been informed that Michael was going to be coming back so when they walked into the room she ushered them right in. Carol rose from her desk and shook first Michael's hand and then Bree's. "Thank you for coming Miss....?"

"Barnes." Bree said softly. "Bree Barnes."

"Miss Barnes. I have been told about what is happening to you two from Michael, why don't you sit down and tell me it from your side?" Carol asked.

Bree sat down on the couch that Michael had been put out on and nodded. She told her about the physical and the strange reaction her body had taken to it. She explained that like Michael had told her, it felt more like memories of the way he felt then thoughts. Then she told about the dreams and about how more times then not she thinks she is Ceana and wakes up with this undeniable yearning to be filled. To be loved the way Ceana was.

"I see." Carol said after listening to her story. "And have you acted on these desires?"

Bree could only nod and whisper in disgust. "Four or times times more....then I had my entire life up until this point. It's even effecting my work."

"That many?" Carol said in shock and then nodded. "And do you feel fulfilled during these encounters?"

"No." Bree admitted desperately. "Not even a little bit. I orgasm....but its never strong enough."

"I put Michael under before he came and got you." Carol admitted and when she saw the disgusted look on Bree's face she chuckled. "I understand you are skeptical Miss Barnes, but will you at least watch while I do so again and then decide if you would like to let me help?"

Bree nodded and then rose from the bed and allowed Michael to lay down. When she saw him lay and be put under she had to control herself with all of her might. He was here. Michael was three feet from her. She could strip him and ride him right now, and then she heard something that snapped her out of it. Michael....was crying.

"Ceana no!" Michael wailed. "You cannot go to him, not now! I told you I thought I saw someone watching us last night. Please my love! I am begging you don't go!"

Bree's heart jumped into her throat and she whimpered. He was suffering. She had to stop it! But then she heard a sound that caused her dry panties to become soaking wet almost instantly. Michael moaned deep in his chest. "....Oh....god Ceana. Is this your....ah! Answer to...uh....everything baby?"

Bree's hand came up to her shirt covered breast and because of the lack of a bra she felt how diamond hard her nipples were. Her palm began to run back and forth across her nipples. To her credit, Carol was focused on Michael, even with Bree moaning under her breath behind her. The therapist knew what Bree was doing, but also knew she couldn't control it.

The moaning went on for a few minutes before it suddenly stopped. Michael's voice now sounded soft, like he had just came. "....Please. Let's just leave. You and me. I cannot stand knowing that he is touching you."

"Michael, can you hear me?" Carol asked suddenly.

"Yes." Michael answered in that unemotional zombie voice.

"Do you know where you are?" Carol asked in a soft and even tone.

"By the lake with Ceana." Michael answered and he sounded so happy. "But she is leaving....i don't want her to."

"You are with Michael? Or a Scottish boy is?" Carol asked.

"....We are the same.....Please Ceana don't go....please! PLEASE!" And then Michael fell silence so Carol woke him up. Michael woke up with a perfect memory of what he had just seen. Carol turned then to Bree and smiled. "Can we try now?"

Bree could only nod mutely and took Michael's place on the bed. Soon, she too was deep under but she wasn't making happy sounds. She began to struggle. Her shoulders shaking left and right. "No! No! You can't have me! No!"

"Doctor Masters?!" Michael cried suddenly but Carol was just as shocked as he was.

"No! NOOOOO!!!" Bree wailed and began to thrash hard on the bed. "Stop! Please it hurts!"

"Bree. Aardvark!" Carol cried, but the command word didn't bring her out of it. "Aardvark!"

Still Bree thrashed and cried. She didn't scream, but she cried. "Please Eonan....no more it hurts. I promise i'll behave....NO! I won't promise that! I won't stop seeing Mungan! NNNOOOOOOO!!! Oh GOD! MUNGAN HELP ME!!!"

Michael tensed and walked toward her but Carol suddenly shouted. "Do not wake her up! It can cause serious injury!"

"I can't leave her like this!" Michael cried and lifted up Bree's head. With Bree still thrashing Michael slid under her and cradled her head in his lap. He stroked her hair gently and just held her. A few moments later the thrashing stopped but Bree continued to cry. This cry was gentler, more wounded then terrified. "Shh. It's okay. I am here"

Carol stood watching in shock as Bree woke up on her own. Bree's eyes slowly slid open and when she saw Michael holding her she jumped up into his arms and clung to him. "Oh Michael it was terrible. He raped me."

"Shh. I am here." Michael whispered and held her.

"Michael. Bree." Carol said softly and both of them looked at her, but neither set of eyes was hostile. "I....am not a believer in reincarnation but this has all the earmarks. You may be the reincarnation of

Mungan and Ceana."

"Why are we having these dreams?" Michael asked softly.

"Because you two found each other I think." Carol explained. "I do have good news. You two said that after you danced, you didn't see Mungan and Ceana but yourselves?" Both Michael and Bree nodded. "And that for a brief time, you both had control over the emotions these dreams bring?" Again, they both nodded and Carol smiled. "Then if you two see each other briefly everyday. Have coffee, have dinner. See a movie. Do things that friends do. You should be able to control it again."

"Thank you Doctor. We will try it." Michael said, still cradling Bree protectively to his chest.

"...And if something happens....can we come and see you?" Bree added.

"Yes, and you don't even need a appointment. Just come if you need me."

"Can you walk?" Michael asked and Bree nodded and together they walked to his truck. The ride home was in silence. When she got out of his truck at her car she stopped and suddenly sobbed. "....Michael can you come home with me? Please...just to make sure there isn't anyone in my apartment?"

"Your scared Eonan is going to find you at home and rape you aren't you?" Michael asked tenderly and Bree nodded. "Sure. Lead the way."

Bree went to close the door and then Bree whispered. "Thanks Michael. You really are...a amazing guy."

That left Michael speechless but happy. He followed her back across town and parked his truck behind her car. Her apartment building was a five story beautiful white building built in a big square. As they both climbed out a group of Motorcycles roared past and they both turned to look. The riders were part of a local group called the Death Hawks. A rider two bikes behind the leader rode by staring at them. He went as far as not watching the ride as he craned his neck to watch them.

Once the bikers were out of sight they shook off the creepy and ominous feeling that stare caused them and walked inside. They walked through the first building into a huge square center that was open roofed. It was covered in grass, bushes and flowers and had a gated off pool in the middle. Into the second building and upstairs they went until they came to her apartment.

The inside of her apartment was nothing like he imagined it would be. They were Dallas Cowboy football stuff all over, which was fine by him as he was a cowboys fan himself! Little Dragon artwork hung on the walls and a huge bookshelf on the far wall. Her couches and chairs were leather. "Wow, nice apartment." Michael said in awe.

"...J...Just check it please." Bree whispered the terror still evident in her voice.

Room by room Michael walked until he had searched the entire house. In her closet, bathtub, under the bed and outside on the patio. Once he was done he came back in and found Bree standing in her living room with her hands on her hips and staring at him. Michael looked behind him and lifted a brow. "You alright?"

"Michael." Bree said in a soft and sultry tone. "....If I asked you to stay and fuck me what would you say?"

Michael's mouth dropped open and her could only stare. "....Please don't ask me."

"Don't you want to?" She asked and stared at him with such intensity he was scared he would burst into flame right there. "Don't you want to feel my lips wrapped around you?"

"More then anything right now." Michael answered honestly. "But...we would both hate ourselves in the morning. Neither one of us wants to hurt Ronnie. Right?"

"Damnit Michael." Bree hissed and threw up her hands. "I don't but I want you so fucking bad!" She yelled in frustration.

"And I want you." Michael admitted. "But that's no reason for me to cheat on Veronica."

"I know." She whined. "Will you stay for a little while and just hold me?" When it looked like Michael was going to argue Bree told him the truth, hoping it would be enough. "I can still feel him inside me Michael. Ripping. Tearing. Not like you. You were always so gentle. No one made love to me like you did."

Michael sighed and nodded. "Come on."

He led her to the couch and she curled up next to him with her head on his chest and her arms around him. As he held her and gently stroked her hair and whispered. "No one made love to me ever, but you."

Bree sniffled and held him tighter to her. She loved the way he felt, the way he smelled. "Is it getting hard for you to tell yourself and Mungan apart?"

"Yes." Michael answered honestly. "We feel like the same person now."

"Then let me...say this." Bree said softly as sleep began to take her. "....She loved him. More deeply then I have ever felt love before in my entire life."

Michael didn't answer, and he was glad she fell asleep so she couldn't see the tears running down his face. Why did he have to be with Veronica? Why couldn't he just bring himself to be with her? With those feelings running through his body he slid out from under her and covered her with a throw blanket that was covering her couch. Without even thinking about it he leaned down and kissed her ever so gently on the lips.

It may have been a trick of the light, but as he stood and walked away he swore he saw her smile. He made sure to lock her door before heading back to his truck. When he got to his truck he sat in it for a time staring at the steering wheel. He could go back upstairs, wake her up and make love to her. He could, but he wouldn't. The truck roared to life and he began his drive back to his apartment.

-Part 2-

Sometimes we play the fool....and don't even know it.

Chad Hollister was the star captain of the Aztecs. He was a junior. He was the Quarterback. He always got what he wanted and right now what he wanted had her head bobbing hungrily up and down his throbbing cock. Chad was the only all pro quarterback to ever come out of San Diego in ten years and he loved the fame it brought him. Right now his prize was those beautiful rose painted lips sliding up and down the length of that huge cock. That was one of the features he loved best. Being white and having even the black girls on campus creaming for his cock. It measured in at just a hair under ten inches. With a loud pop his cock came out of the girls mouth. "oh GOD! I love sucking this thing."

"Did I tell you that you could stop slut." Chad snarled and shoved it back into her mouth. The girl whimpered happily and began to suck like the pro she was. When he got tired of waiting for the poor twat to do it right he took her by the hair and began to force her faster and harder up and down his cock. The shine of the saliva on his cock caused him to chuckle a bit. He had a lot of girls he dumped his seed into to unwind, but this slut was by far his favorite. She loved it anyway she could get it and had a kinky streak a mile wide. Like now for example, she wanted to blow him on her husbands side of the bed.

She choked only barely, which was something he loved. This little slut knew how to suck a cock. When she began to moan around his length he began to talk to her. This one loved to be degraded, humiliated and objectified. "That's it little slut. Suck that cock on your ol man's side of the bed. That's it. Take that cock. Bet it beats that wimpy cock of that idiot husband of yours doesn't it?"

"MMHMM!" She screamed out from around his cock. He could see her hips beginning to gyrate on the bed and smirked. "MMHMM!" She screamed again.

"That's it you little whore. Cum before I have even fucked you. Stain those panties and get that pussy nice and wet." Chad snarled.

When her eyes rolled back in her head and she began to buck in orgasm he laughed mockingly at her. In mid orgasm he pulled from her throat and heard her scream full force. While she writhed mid orgasm he pushed himself down the bed until he was beneath her opened thighs and with a hard yank he pulled her panties down her thighs. One hard thrust later and her back arched as the first orgasm turned into a second. By the time he worked the entire length of that ten inches into her pussy she was shaking at the end of her third.

Chad began to hammer into that pussy at that moment. Drilling his entire cock in and out. He adored the sound of these desperate housewives screams for mercy. He knew they didn't really want mercy and even if they did he wasn't going to give it. With a single arm he pinned back one of her legs and began to slam his hips into her own.

"OH GOD!" She wailed. "I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! PLEASE DON'T STOP! OH GOD, FUCK ME!!!!"

Chad chuckled and looked down. He always loved the sight of his cock sliding in and out of a pussy. When it was another man's pussy it was all the better. What did he care if another dude got hurt, as long as it wasn't him.

"Oh god! Stretch me out baby! More!" She screamed and he found himself annoyed. The one thing her husband had on him was girth. He wasn't small by any means, but her husband had a thick cock. She stretched, but not nearly enough. So with that thought in mind he began to hammer into her deeper and

deeper until his cock bent and banged off her cervix. He watched her face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"OH GOD! PLEASE FILL ME UP! CUM INSIDE ME BABY!" She begged.

Chad was all to happy to give her exactly what she wanted. With another almighty thrust he buried himself into her depths and unloaded flurry after flurry of his potent seed into her womb, his explosion caused her whole body to tense up as she blew into another orgasm.

Once they both came down he immediately stood up and began to get dressed. He could hear the unhappy sigh from the bed behind him. "You know, you don't always have to fuck and run."

"Yea I do. Don't forget what you are." Chad taunted. "You're not her."

He left to the sounds of her sobs behind him. She, was the only woman he had ever loved. He had cheated on her and lost her but from time to time she calls him or he calls her. Sometimes, if he's lucky she's drunk or lonely enough to fuck him. He's always there however. If she needs to talk. Someone to vent to. He'll play the remorseful Ex to get her back and once he has her back he'd get to fuck that grade A piece of tail every day.

As he left the apartment and rounded the first corner to get to the elevator he saw a man with long black hair and a black T-Shirt walking toward him. He recognized this guy from the pictures on the walls and smirked a bit. His fuck sluts husband. Perfect timing. "Hey man, you got a light?" Chad asked.

"Sorry. Don't smoke." The black haired man said with a half smile.

"That's to bad." Chad said and grinned. "You needs a cigarette after fucking some hot pussy you know?"

"Yeah...i suppose you do." The black haired man said without a smile.

Chad just let him walk by and held that mocking smirk on his lips. "Idiot." He murmured and then heard that special ring for his cell go off and quickly flipped open his phone. "Hey hon. Whatcha doin?"

Chad always played nice with her. He wasn't about to let another man end up with the hottest piece of ass he ever had. "You don't sound good, you okay? Yeah, I can be there in twenty minutes. Sure, I'll see you then babe."

Chad didn't hesitate. He raced down the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator and rushed to his car. Fifteen minutes later he was walking across the garden path to her apartment building. When he knocked on her door he felt a little disappointed that she wasn't in her bra and panties, like every other time she called him to fuck but still with her unique hairstyle, large breasts and beautiful green eyes she was perfect anyway.

She asked him to come inside and set him down on the couch. Truth be told she looked like hell. She looked like she hadn't been sleeping but she had that cock crazed look on her face and burning in her eyes. "Chad look....i called you here because I have been thinking."

"Whatever you need to tell me babe, I am ready for it." Chad said with a smile.

"You really hurt me." she whispered and looked down at her hands. "When I caught you with that cheerleader....it broke my heart."

"I know that baby and I am trying to tell you it won't happen again." Chad leaned over and gently touched her knee with a smile. "I made a mistake."

"....I know and you have always been there for me." She said with a half smile. "And the sex....my god no one has ever made me feel like you do. So I was thinking that maybe we could have dinner and talk about us....maybe giving this a second chance."

"Really?!" He said excitedly and a wide smile crossed his lips. He got to fuck the hell out of a cock hungry slut and now he was getting the love of his life back. Could today get any better?

"Yeah...i mean it's not like anyone else wants me." She said almost bitterly.

"What does it matter what they want?" Chad said softly. "Come over here and give me a hug?"

She slid over a bit on the couch, grinning at the farting like sound the leather made and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. Chad took her chin and lifted her face. She had a mixed look in her eyes. Part of her craved to be touched, but another part looked like she felt she was betraying herself. But she whispered. "You want only me?"

"That's right baby." He purred and leaned down to kiss her.

Their lips were a second away from touching when her phone lit up. He cursed when she broke their embrace and looked at it. Then she looked over at him and mouthed 'sorry' and flipped her phone open. "Hello.....whoa, calm down! Slow down, I can't understand you....."




Converging Destinies Ch. 02



Chad watched as she walked around the table and began to pace with the phone to her ear. "What do you mean she was lying there naked......My god she was cheating on you? Your not serious? Did you see anyone...."

He watched as her head turned to face him and something new burned in her eyes. Rage. "....Let me call you back.....no. NO! You don't talk to her! You get in your truck and come over here right now!Listen to me Dammnit this isn't the emotional crossover talking....Yes, pack a bag and come over here. See you then."

She flipped her phone closed and her expression turned feral. "You son of a bitch."

"What?!" Chad said but sank deeper into the cushions. "Who was that?"

"Don't you worry about who that was!" She screamed. "You fucked someone today didn't you!? And don't lie to me Chad!"

"....Yes." Chad said defensively. "But we weren't together. You told me not to hold my breath for you!"

"...You son of a bitch." She hissed. "It was his girlfriend! You fucked his girlfriend!"

"....I what?!" Chad yelled back. "Who! Whose girlfriend?! Did you only call me because someone else told you no?"

"I called you because I thought maybe I needed to stop dreaming and be happy with my life." She snapped. "You are a son of a bitch. You haven't changed at all." And then her eyes widened in horror when she realized what she came close to doing. "I almost came back to you! You disgusting pig. Get out of my house! Leave! Don't ever call me again!"

Chad tried to argue but she forced him out with ruthless efficiency. Chad walked out to his car and flipped his phone open and dialed his little fucktoys number. Hoping he was wrong, but when she answered the phone in a panic he knew. "SHUT UP! Listen to me! Did your husband find you? What do you mean wasn't your husband yet? You've been lying to me! What the hell do I care about your happiness! You just cost me the love of my life!"

He slammed the phone shut, fired his 1965 Mustang to life and speed off. As he drove away a truck pulled into his spot and the man he had seen with the black hair got out. He pulled a duffel bag from the passenger seat and then walked into the apartment building. He walked like a zombie with tears running down his face. He walked through the first set of apartments and through the garden path. He stumbled up the stairs.

He barely had time to knock once before the door was yanked open and she pulled him inside. She slammed the door and wrapped her arms around him tightly. "Awe baby."

"I loved her." He moaned and collapsed down to his knees. To her credit she went down with him and held him tight. "how could she do this."

"She didn't do it alone." The woman replied. "The man you saw walking out of your apartment...he was my ex...."

He looked up at her in pain and horror and whispered. "You....did you send him? To do this so I would...."

"NO!" She yelled and took his face in her hands. "Michael....i want you but not so bad I would ruin your happiness."

"Oh god Bree...."He whimpered and looked down at his hands. "S...She taunted me as I left. Tried to get me so mad I would try and try to claim her. She told me he was huge....better then me. Bigger then me. Could do things....i couldn't dream of."and then he said something that both broke her heart and made it leap for joy. A opening. "How...could you ever want me Bree? I can't please you after someone like him."

"Oh god Michael." Bree laughed and grabbed his face by the chin softly. "I want you! Don't you understand?!"

"Understand what Bree?" Michael asked staring at the floor. "That I have lost...Veronica and now you too?"

"Michael you great idiot!" Bree laughed happily and kissed him. She could have moaned in happiness when she felt him kiss back. It was hesitant. It was unsure. It was wet from tears and it was filled with pain, but it was a kiss none the less. Once it was broken she stared into his eyes. "These dreams. These past lives. Of course you haven't lost me. Michael....Ceana and Mungan...they have a second chance."

"A second chance?" Michael whispered and looked deep into her eyes. "You...could stay faithful to me after....having him?"

"What is your full name?" Bree asked him and then as if to encourage him she added. "I am Bree Michelle Barnes...."

Michael stared at her in shock. This was a strange question to ask a young man who was on his knees crying in your living room. "Michael James Laroux."

"Well then." Bree stared into his eyes then and said very, very softly. "Michael James Barnes I felt your cock in the truck remember? I bet you would stretch a girl out to twice what he would have and another thing...."

Then she was kissing him. She shoved her full weight on him and moaned very gently when she felt his mouth open and his tongue slid out. The kiss stayed innocent at first. Their tongues swirling around in one another's mouths. Around each others tongue and every now and then slipping out to gently nip at a lip. When her hand began to slid down his stomach she felt him grab her wrist and he broke the kiss. "Bree...please don't. It still....feels like cheating."

"And kissing me doesn't?" Bree demanded. "Michael I want you. I want to feel you. Taste you. I want to feel you again. Please, the Ceana in me needs you."

"Then give me time." Michael asked with a plea in his voice. "W...what if we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" Bree asked suspiciously. She didn't like the idea of him trying to deal away what she felt. What she knew without a doubt now he felt. When he found Veronica like he did, he didn't call his friends. He called her. Got her number out of Ronnie's phone and called her.

"....Can I stay here for a little while?" He asked. She wondered if this was part of the deal or not but simply nodded. She didn't smile, she wouldn't smile until she heard this deal, so he continued. "My deal is this. I stay here with you....we sleep in the same bed. Spend time together. Movies. Dinners. Dates. And we have restrictions on what we can and cannot do."

"But I want you now Michael." Bree whined. "I am soaking wet just thinking about you."

When she heard his gentle moan at just the mention of her being wet she smiled. He did want her. Once he got the image of her wet pussy out of his mind he whispered. "Two days. Kissing only. Kissing and light petting."

Bree smiled and nodded. "Agreed. Then?"

"Two days with kissing, light petting and lips on naked flesh, but no lips on naked flesh below the waist." Michael whispered and his heat was hammering in his chest again. God, he wanted her.

"So, I after two days I can kiss your neck, throat and stomach and kiss your cock through your boxers and you can worship my breasts?" Bree asked in a breathless whisper.

"Yes. Two days after that all of that and oral." Michael was actually whimpering with need now.

"And....two days after that?" Bree asked already knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it.

"If you want it....two days after that, we make love." Michael said softly.

"....Deal....now....please kiss me Michael." Bree moaned.

Michael didn't hesitate this time. He grabbed her, pulled her tightly into his arms and carried her to her bed. He laid her on the bed and gently laid himself on top of her. Bree spread her legs happily and groaned when she felt the hardness of his cock press into the crotch of her jeans. Then, she heard "I may hate myself in the morning" which was Chad's ring tone. When she grabbed her phone she felt Michael press hard into her causing his cock to press hard into her pussy. 'My god' She thought 'If we were naked he'd have been balls deep inside me with a thrust like that.'

The display showed his text. Chad told her that he wasn't ever going to see Veronica again and that she wants Michael to come home where he belongs. That he was so very sorry for what he had done and that if she could only give him a second chance she would see he has changed.

Bree paused just long enough to kiss Michael as deeply and passionately as she could. She wanted to take his breast away. Then she felt his hands lightly begin to knead her breasts through her white top and she thrust her chest out to meet him. The kiss broke and she asked. "Chad....wants me to give him a second chance. Moment of truth Michael. Do I tell him it's too late....that I already have a man?"

"Let me." Michael asked and asked for her phone.

Bree handed him the phone with her heartbeat in her throat and waited. She was terrified and yet elated at the same time about the deal. Michael wanted to take it slow with her and she loved him for that. As he began to text she reached down and began to rub his cock up and down with the palm of her hand. This was legal to their deal. Then he hit send and handed her the phone.

Bree watched it send and then the message popped up. The message read. "Sorry Chad, you can have the useless whore. You haven't changed and you are not worthy of ever touching me again. I belong to someone else now and I wanted to thank you. You gave him to me. Looks like you gave me happiness after all. Thank you."

Bree read it twice and then threw her arms around his neck. "I belong to you." She stated.

"....Yeah about that." Michael said a bit nervously. "I understand if your a bit put off."

"....Michael shut up." Bree said softly. "I wasn't asking about it. I was simply telling you the truth. I belong to you."

Michael only smiled and leaned down to kiss her. In one weeks time, give or take a day, Michael would be inside this woman and making love to her. But they would do it the right way. They would do it the way they both deserved to do it.

As they kissed they both send out the same silent thought to the heavens, to time, to fate or whatever had done this to them.

'Thank you Mungan. I won't fail this time.' Michael whispered to the void.

'Thank you Ceana. It will be right this time' Bree whispered into the void.

As they laid kissing another man was thrashing around in his sleep. He sat up bolt in bed and let out a angry scream. His apartment was filthy with beer cans and adult magazines everywhere. He had just dreamed that he was a important man in a scottish clan. He was the eldest son of the second in command of his clan. He dreamed his young trophy wife had been caught doing a treacherous act with a younger man from his clan. The youngest son of their chief hunter. When his wife came home, he showed her who she belonged to. She screamed. She cried. She begged for mercy and then finally she begged for her lover to help her. Charles only laughed. It was a good dream. He would have to find a groupie and make her scream for mercy. This is going to be interesting.

'Thank you.' Charles whispered into the darkness. 'Show me more'



Converging Destinies Ch. 03



Chapter 3. 

Dat-es, Commitment and Games. 

Michael Laroux and Bree Barnes were two complete strangers who were linked together by a thread of fate. Hundred of years ago two Scottish lovers named Ceana and Mungan were kept apart when Ceana was forced to marry another man, an evil man. They stayed together as long as they could before her husband found out. Michael and Bree are the reincarnation of Ceana and Mungan. When they met again they begin to dream about their last lives and the emotions start to bleed. 

It comes out that Bree's ex boyfriend, who still feels she was the love of his life, was sleeping with Michael's longtime girlfriend Veronica, who he loved more then life before he met Bree. After Michael caught Veronica post coitus he fled to Bree's house where the two made a arrangement. Two days at a time, each level elevating the sexual contact at the end of which they would have sex. 

This is part 3. 

-Part 3- 

Paint ball cures all, or does it? 

Michael woke up to the first rays of the days sunlight streaming into a room he didn't recognize. The room was large, with a bed along the wall closet to the door. The wall opposite of the bed had a Dallas Cowboys throw blanket tacked up. The wall next to the bed had a series of pictures of a middle aged couple smiling happily. The other side of the room had a dress with pictures of a girl in a high school graduation gown. It took him a minute to realize where he was. 

Last night he dreamed about Mungan again, but this time it wasn't as overpowering. Mungan waited all night for Ceana to come to their spot, but she never showed. He went home to his family with his head hung in despair and losing all hope. When he got home his mother informed him that Ceana had been brought to the village healer. She had fallen and broken her arm. Mungan knew better, Eonan had hurt her for being with him. 

When he remembered the dream Michael looked over and found Bree lying next to him on her side facing away from him. She was fully dressed to avoid temptation. For a moment Michael just laid there watching her. He remembered all of last night. The pain at what he had seen when he arrived home. The horrible agony as Veronica taunted him and finally the hope when he laid between Bree's spread thighs and kissed her. 

He was getting lost in those memories when he noticed something else. Bree was shivering, but it wasn't cold in her apartment. No, it wasn't shivering after all. It was shaking, Bree was shaking. Gently Michael slid across the bed and wrapped his arm around her and she began to shake harder and whimpered. "Shh. Bree, wake up. Your home. In your own bed." 

Bree's eyes snapped open and her arm immediately came up and grabbed his wrist. She pulled him tighter to her and he held her close to him in answer. For a long time she didn't say anything and then Michael asked. "Ceana didn't come last night. Mungan heard she broke her arm. Did you see it?" 

"Mmhmm." Bree whimpered. "It wasn't as strong as usual...and I don't feel so frustrated. I don't feel this burning need to find someone who wants me. I suppose...." She rolled over so she was facing him 

and slid herself closer to him. "....that's because you're here with me now." 

"It will help to talk." Michael whispered. "Tell me what happened." 

"Ceana woke up and found two men guarding Eonan's doors." Bree said in the softest voice she could manage. Like she was afraid Eonan would pop out of the closet. "She begged them to let her go, but they refused. When Eonan came home she begged him to let her go. Told him she would go to him willingly and do all the things he wanted if he only let her go and see Mungan after the sun fell." 

"She truly does love him." Michael said softly and smiled. 

"Yes. She does." Bree agreed. "Eonan told her to prove it....and she did. She hated herself but she gave her ass to him. When she tried to leave he laughed at her and told her she would never see Mungan again, but now at least he knew she liked it that way too. When she tried to leave by force...." 

"He broke her arm and raped her didn't he?" Michael asked, not wanting her to have to say it. 

Bree knew what he was trying to do, and part of her adored him for it, but she shook her head and simply said. "No. They did." 

"They?" Michael asked and he felt tears beginning to sting his eyes. "....the men who guarded her too?" 

"Yes Michael....all of them." Bree cried softly and buried her face in his chest. She could still see it in her mind. Ceana screaming as they began to rip at her clothes. The taunts as they all told her, "where is your great love now?" She cried out for Mungan but it didn't help. She hit one of the other men in the face, that was when Eonan had broken her arm. They held her by the broken arm and took turns on her, all but the youngest. 

"One of them tried to help her." Bree felt like she needed to tell him something good. "They laughed at him, but he brought her water, food. Wrapped her arm and took her to see the healer once the other men had fallen asleep." Bree fell silent and just when Michael thought she was done she looked up at him and there was a terrible fear in her eyes. "Michael...." 

"Yes Bree?" He didn't feel comfortable calling her pet names. Not yet. 

"....Promise me you will protect me." She begged. "After seeing that....promise me that if that ever happens to me and I scream for you...you will save me. Please? Michael promise me you won't let them do that to me?" 

"Bree." He wanted to tell her that he couldn't promise that. That he couldn't be everywhere at once but when he saw the genuine fear in her eyes his heart melted and he nodded. "I promise you. If you ever need me, if men ever try and do that to you I will get to you before they can hurt you." 

"Thank you...." Bree whispered and then looked down at his chest. "One more thing?" Michael grunted by way of answer that sounded to her like 'Hmm?' and she added. "....Kiss me?" 

He didn't have to be told twice. Damn the morning breath, damn the germs and damn the doubts that plagued his mind about Veronica. He reached up, pulled her chin up to face him and kissed her. The kiss was gentle and loving but quickly became more passionate. Her lips parted to allow his tongue to 

delve into her mouth and there their tongues danced around one another. . 

Soon their hands were wandering over the bodies of the other. His hand stayed over the clothes as per their deal. It slid up her stomach and over her breasts and felt her moan into his lips. He mentally compared what he felt to all the others he had felt. Her breasts were large, he guessed a 36 or 38 D maybe a small DD. They were almost perfectly round and were tight at the top which told him they were very, very perky for there size. She still wore no bra, so he could feel the nipples. The areola's felt softer than on other women, even through the shirt. Her nipples were tiny, but getting as hard as little gemstones in the center of her breasts. 

Bree could do nothing but wriggle around as she moaned into their heated kiss. Every other man she had been with felt...off when she was with them. She loved the sex and a few times she even came so hard she lost consciousness but it never felt quite right. As she lay there and had her body explored by this man it felt right. As if this was the piece that had been missing her whole life. 

Bree shifted until she rolled Michael over and straddled his waist. They continued to kiss until with a heated cry Bree reached down and began trying to undo his belt. Michael's eyes snapped open and he moaned in protest and broke the kiss. "Bree, what are you doing?" 

"Baby, I need you inside me!" Bree whimpered and slapped his hand away when he tried to stop her from undo his belt. "Michael....don't you want me?" 

Michael finally succeeded in grabbing her wrist. Her eyes shot to his face and there was a fire burning there he had never seen in a woman before. She didn't just want him inside her, but he saw in her eyes that she needed him inside her. "But...the deal Bree...." 

"Oh, damn your deal!" She cried with need and then lowered her head to his chest with a sigh. "Okay....okay." 

Bree rolled off him and laid for a time on her back just trying to catch her breath. Michael tried to catch his breath as well, but he had rolled to face her. "Bree....don't think I don't want you but we have to both know that I am not doing this because of what happened last night." 

"I get it." Bree said softly. "You just want to take your time and do this right. You want to do right by me." Bree took a deep steadying breath and then nodded. "You know something. For the first time in two weeks, I am not afraid to go to work. I am happy, I am excited. Thank you!" 

Bree kissed him and then jumped up and went to shower. It felt weird for him to be so trusted that this girl would leave him alone while she showered, but he quickly got over it. Bree took an hour to shower and then came out in her nurses scrubs and smiled in that shy way that women have when she caught him checking her out. The scrubs were made in a way that hugged her ass perfectly. Her scrub top bulged in just the right way around her cleavage and Michael caught himself wondering how a woman this beautiful would be interested in him. 

Bree stole a quick kiss, grabbed her car keys and then walked for the door. "OH!"She suddenly said and came back. She opened the top drawer of her dresser and handed him a single silver key. "If...you're going to be staying here for a few days then you will need this." 

"....Seriously?" Michael asked in shock. 

"Yes Michael." Bree whispered and smiled. "I...trust you. It's weird and I know I don't really know you but I trust you. Please...don't hurt me okay?" 

All Michael could do was nod as she stole another kiss and walked to the door. When she got to the door she yelled out. "Tonight. Midnight. The first two days ends. Stage two. Don't argue!" Then with a giggle she shut the door and was gone. 

Michael spent the day just enjoying the afternoon. He had no practice today and his only class was already over, he had slept through it, so he just relaxed at Bree's apartment. Her living room was huge. She had a single large leather couch and a leather chair that looked big and comfortable. The far wall between a pair of framed and signs Cowboy's jerseys was a large LCD flatscreen TV. "I think I love this girl." He said with a grin. 

He was just sitting down to see if anything was on TV when his cell went off. He looked down at the display and saw 'Uber Geek' then flipped his phone open. "Hey brother." 

"You sound better." Jonathan said. 

"I feel better." Michael agreed. "You wouldn't believe how much better I feel." 

"Okay, listen." Jonathan suddenly sounded unsure, even uneasy. "Rumor around school is that you are on Chad Hollister's hit list." 

"WHAT?!" Chad's Hit list was a list of people who he planned to make their lives a living hell until they left his school. He did this by fucking their women, bribing their teachers to fail them and having his fellow football players visit them in dark places for some physical alone time. "How do you know?" 

"Well, he described you pretty well." Jon said. "Black hair, back in a pony tail. Athletic body. Dating Veronica Chambers. Last time I checked, that was you." 

The name Veronica was what finally set him off. "Who does this fucker think he is?" Michael snarled. "He wants to act like the victim because HE fucked up with someone he loves?" 

"Whoa, Mike dude calm down. What happened?" Jon asked. 

"I came home two minutes shy of watching Chad Hollister dump a load inside Veronica Jon!" Mike snapped. "I walked in and she was naked. She yelled, what did you want to fuck my other hole too, like she wouldn't let you? And when she saw it was me, she gasped and tried to cover up but not before I saw the cum leaking out of her onto my side of the bed." 

".....oh shit." Jon said softly. "That would explain why she's been blowing up my phone today. Wait, if Veronica did that....where the hell are you?" 

"......" Mike sat in silence a minute and then said softly. "Bree's. Don't judge!" Michael had to hold the phone away from his ear to keep the cursed screaming from hurting his eardrums. When Jon had calmed down Mike said quickly. "Look man, you said it yourself I sound better." 

"Yeah and I get that Mike, but don't you think your rushing this?" Jon asked. "I know you like this 

girl....and got that whole past lives thing....which is kinda weird, but do you want her to think she is the rebound girl?" 

"We are taking it slow. You just have to trust me." Then, to try and change the subject he added. "You know Tammi? That Goth chick thats part of your....'Homage group'?" 

"We aren't Trekkie's dammit!" Jon snarled but then they both chuckled. "Yeah, what about her? Isn't two women enough trouble?" 

"I don't need her for that! The guy she's been dating since college is one of our starting corner backs. He is a guaranteed first rounder and a lot of the guys respect him. Maybe if I can get him on my side....." 

"You can take on Chad. Smart man." Jon said happily. "I'll make some calls." 

The two friends chatted for another few minutes before they hung up. Once they were off the phone Michael fumed for a few minutes. Chad fucks his girlfriend and then because he is a low life piece of trash he costs himself the chance with the girl he truly had loved and now he is blaming Michael, all because Bree wanted Michael more, no that wasn't going to happen. 

Bree had the best day at work she had had in a very long time. She was so on it that even Dr. Andrews noticed and complimented her. Told her that whatever had her so happy and at peace, she should hold onto it. Bree could only beam at him and tell him that she planned to. At 2:30 PM she went off to lunch. She grabbed a quick bite at a Chinese restaurant around the corner from the office. She was just planning on calling Michael, just to hear his voice when she spotted trouble. 

She was walking around the corner from the restaurant when a sudden eerie feeling fell over her. The sound of a group of motorcycles alerted her to the bikers as they rode by. One of them seemed to be staring at her as they passed and silently she wondered if it was the same one as before. As she was watching them disappear down the street she saw trouble. Her ex was making a bee line for her sporting a huge grin and holding a dozen roses. 

"Bree!" Chad said happily. "I was just coming to see you!" 

"....Awe." Bree said without much feeling. "What do you want?" 

"I wanted to come and tell you that I fixed the situation." He said happily. 

"Oh, and which situation was that?" Bree asked with a lifted brow. 

"That phone call you got from your friend last night?" Chad looked less like a man at that moment and more like a little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, or more his hand in someone else's cookie jar. "Well, I went and told Veronica that she was wrong to do that to him and that I was wrong for having any part of it." 

"Oh you did, did you?" Bree asked harshly. "Was she able to answer with your cock down her throat?" 

"It wasn't that kind of talk." Chad said in a fake injured tone. "We talked well into the night then I went to this bar around the corner from the apartment where she told me he hung out and I talked to him." 

At that moment her eye brows worked up her forehead but she said nothing. "I convinced him that it was all my fault. That she had been drinking and that I was completely to blame. That she loved him and she wanted him to come and talk to her. I even let him hit me baby." 

Chad showed her a little mark on his cheek and she wanted to laugh and tell him,if my baby hit you, you would have more then a little mark but she just nodded, so Chad continued. "Veronica called me this morning and thanked me because they made love all morning....and I drove by your apartment and saw that his truck wasn't there....so I thought maybe you and I could have that dinner after all?" 

At that moment Bree felt a rage she hadn't felt in many years. This man was lying to her face and all so he could get his cock back into her. How could she have been so blind to have ever loved this piece of trash? "Oh, baby I am so happy you cleared that up!" He needed to pay and she knew it. She walked up to him and slid her hands up his toned abs and noticed that she didn't like the way the six pack felt, she liked the smooth flat, wash board stomach that Michael had. She slid her hands up to his peeks and purred. "And you have been such a good boy that I think you deserve a reward.....would you like a reward my love?" 

Chad was almost panting now. He reached behind her and grabbed two handful's of her ass and Bree had to fight to keep the revulsion off her face. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. "Would you like to know...what I did when I woke up this morning lover?" 

"Oh god yes baby. I remember how horny you get in the morning." Chad whined and nodded. "Tell me Princess." 

Once again Bree fought back the bile at that name. It was something he called her when they were together because he would often lay her own and eat her pussy, because he was her 'servant' and needed to 'serve' his princess. Bree forced a smile at the name, licked her lips and said softly. "That guy you hooked up with Veronica again, his name is Michael by the way, well I straddled his lap, made out with him and moaned as he fondled my breasts." 

"You what?!" Chad screamed and shoved her back. 

Bree stumbled and the fire that shot into her eyes wasn't sexual, but rage. "You heard me you useless sack of shit! How dare you come down here and spill that pile of lies about Michael and Veronica just so you can get back into my pants! I know your lying Chad because Michael slept in my bed with me last night and around the time you claim he was making love to Veronica, I was waking up in his arms!" 

"You slut!" Chad snarled and Bree shocked them both by slapping him. Chad looked at her and actually barred his teeth he was so angry. "I put him on the hit list. Your little boy toy is going to flunk out of school, cry himself to sleep when I sent him pictures of Veronica sucking my cock and just WAIT until my boys catch up to him! No little runt will take what is mine!" 

Bree had never felt so angry in her whole life. Her beautiful blue eyes that men would usually swoon over were burning with fury and hatred. Her voice had taken on a quiet hissing tone. "Chad Hollister. I know all of your secrets. I know all of your weakness's. So help me god if you so much as stress him out and make him flunk a single midterm. If even ONE of your friends hurts him in any way and if you send him a SINGLE picture that I can prove can from you and not that worthless twit Veronica I will 

spread those secrets all over town." 

"Oh, like you know any real secrets." Chad taunted, but he sounded less sure of himself. 

"Tenth grade summer football camp. Your bi sexual encounter with the counselor?" She watched the horror appear on his face and his head begin to shake. "The time you got so drunk you thought your sister was your girlfriend and ate her out in her sleep?" Chad groaned in dismay and then Bree went in for the kill. "The only reason you for the scholarship for San Diego State was because your mother fucked the recruiter!" 

"Bree!" Chad hissed and looked around quickly. "You promised you wouldn't ever repeat those things! You said you would never betray me like that!" 

"Keep your hands off of my man Chad." Bree snarled. "I am his now and I swear if you hurt him I will ruin your life." Bree turned around and left him speechless. Chad turned and stormed off fuming. He would make someone pay for this. 




Converging Destinies Ch. 03



Bree worked the rest of the day in an even better mood and when she got off she had to stop herself from speeding all the way home. When she walked in the door to her apartment it was ten to eight and found Michael napping on the couch. The thought crossed her mind that she could do whatever she wanted and he couldn't stop her but she didn't want to break their deal. 

She laid down her purse and went to take another shower to get the days smell and grime off her. After she got out of the shower she threw on a pair of black satin bikini cut panties, a black satin bra, a pair of jeans and her Cowboys T-shirt and walked back into the living room. Michael was still asleep on the couch. 

She walked over to him and crouched down next to the couch. Being this close she could hear him gently talking in his sleep. "Baby....it's okay. Come here...I know it hurts." 

She placed her hand to her mouth when she realized he was having another Mungan dream. She wanted to wake him up, but a bigger part of her wanted to hear what he was saying, so she stayed perfectly still and listened. 

"Ceana....listen to me....we have to get you away....from him. Tonight....I will...end his threat forever." Michael whispered. 

Bree had heard enough and when his head turned slightly to face her she placed her lips to his own and began to kiss him. To her surprise he began to kiss her back, but his eyes were still closed. She parted her lips and his tongue gently slid between her lips and began to swirl around her own. The feel of his tongue, so gentle, so sweet and so loving coaxed a moan from the blonde woman. Michael gently opened his eyes at her moan but she didn't stop kissing him. 

When he realized it was Bree he wrapped his arms around her and pulled. She slid up onto the couch with him and straddled his lap. Her hips began to work in little circles, like she was riding him but it just rubbed his cock against the crotch of her jeans. They both began to moan louder and more heatedly by the second. This time it was Michael who tried to challenge the rules. He began to try and pull her shirt up but Bree broke the kiss and looked down into his eyes. "Michael....the rules." 

"....Damn the rules Bree....I want you." Michael whimpered. 

These were the words that Bree had wanted to hear all day but now that she heard them they didn't feel right and she shook her head. "You wanted to prove to me and yourself that I was more then just a rebound girl because she hurt you." 

"I know...." Michael whispered. "But....I want to be inside you Bree." 

"Why....don't you try calling me something other then Bree." She said a little hurt. 

"Baby...." Michael tried it out, to see how it felt on his tongue and he liked it. "Baby, you know how we feel...." 

"Then I leave it up to you." Bree whispered and placed her hands on the hem of her shirt and pulled it up to the bottom of her bra. Her stomach was pale, flat and looked so very smooth. "You can fuck me right now, like all the other men. Use me to dump your seed into.....or....you can wait out your deal and make love to me." 

Michael closed his eyes slowly, reached out and pulled the hem of her shirt down. If his eyes had been open he would have seen the look Bree was giving him. Her eyes were wide and so vulnerable. It was as if her entire soul was crying in happiness at him. The truth was, even if he had fucked her right then and there she would have agreed to be with him, but he proved that she was more important then sex. 

"Get off me." Michael whimpered and then added to not confuse her. "If I am going to get calmed down, we better figure out what we are doing for dinner." 

Bree slid off his lap and waited until he sat up then sat down next to him. They discussed it and decided that they would both get dressed up and go out to a sit down restaurant and have a real dinner. A real date. Bree squealed with happiness and raced into the bedroom. While she was getting ready Michael went into the second bathroom off the living room and got ready himself. 

When Bree came out of the bathroom Michael was wearing a pair of black slacks, a black button down long sleeved silk shirt and had his hair combed, moused and pulled back. He cleaned up nice, but when he saw her it literally took his breath away. She had thought about it and decided that tonight she wanted to mesmerize him, and give him something that when they got home, he could have the pleasure of taking off her. 

She was wearing a black full length dress. It went all the way to her ankles, but had enough flair that she could move around in it. It was backless and low cut just enough to show the tops of her beautiful breasts. Her hair was styled exactly how it was the day he had met her and she wore a pair of dangling earrings that seemed to have emeralds in it. One day he would ask her how she afforded this apartment and earrings like that on a nurses salary but at that moment all he could think was..... "Wow" He whispered. 

"Do you like?" Bree asked like a teenage girl at prom and spun gracefully for him. 

"You.....Wow." He said dumbly. Bree giggled, slid her arm into his own and together they walked out of her apartment to have their first date. 

They ate at a very nice Italian restaurant where she was the absolute center of attention. Wives were snapping at their husbands left and right because every pair of eyes in the place was on her. They ate, shared a glass of wine and then left to continue their date. A movie. 

Dressed like they were heads turned at the theater, but neither of them cared. They were lost in their own world together and all they could see was each other. While other couples in the theater were taking the dark room as a opening to do all sorts of sexual things to each other Bree and Michael were content to hold hands and watch the movie together. 

Bree had timed it perfectly and they had time to drive home, walk through her apartments, into her apartment and through the house just before a faint beating began on her cell phone. Standing in her bedroom Michael lifted a brow and looked at her as she checked her phone. Without saying a word Bree crossed the room to him, grabbed the front of his button down shirt and ripped. Buttons popped and flew in all directions. 

Michael was taken back by the sudden change in her as she began to moan in ecstasy and plant kissed all over his chest and neck. She shoved the shirt back and off him then leaned up and claimed his mouth in a kiss that was both hungry and passionate. He glanced over at her bed and realized what had caused this. The clock next to her nightstand flashed "12:01 AM" It was after midnight. 

Bree's hands moved to his belt, then his button and zipper. Her hand shoved his pants down and then the boxers followers. When her small, delicate and soft hand closed around his rock hard cock he let out a heated moan into her mouth and her hand began to stroke him very softly. 

He wasn't about to ruin her dress, so as she stroked and they kissed he untied the neck strap and the straps fell down. The only thing keeping the dress up was her breasts at this point. Bree broke the kiss and stared into his eyes. She was panting and the pressure on his cock increased, as did the tempo. "Please." She whined. "Please touch me." 

Michael pushed the dress downward and her breasts heaved and the bra appeared. The black dress fell to the floor and she let go of his cock to step out of it. Leaving her standing before him in a pair of dark purple boy shorts, a dark purple bra and a pair of black high heels. He reached around and unclasped her bra in seconds and watched it fall. For the first time he saw her breasts and realized how different Ceana and Bree were. 

Ceana's breasts were nice, a 34C perhaps, but she was too skinny and her breasts were oddly shaped. Beautiful, but still oddly shaped. Bree's body was lush, curved in all the right places and her breasts were as close to perfection as he had ever seen. She looked down at her panties and he gently shook his head. When she bit her lip he smiled. "If we are both completely naked...the temptation will be unbearable." 

"Michael...promise me something." Bree whispered and began to run her hands greedily over his body. Searching. Learning. "Promise me that no matter how much I beg, you won't fuck me. Please, promise me. I don't want to be just another girl, not to you." 

"Only if you promise something in return." Michael moaned as she grasped his cock again. "Promise me you won't leave me with blue balls." 

"Oh god baby." Bree moaned loudly at that and pulled him on top of her as she fell back on the bed. "I 

am going to stroke this thing for hours. I can't stop myself.....Michael touch me! Please for the love of god touch me!" 

Michael leaned down and gently took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. As she began to stroke his cock again back and forth he reached down between them and began to massage her pussy through her panties. He could feel the little patch of hair above her slit, and while other men liked a shaved pussy, he liked that little strip. 

Soon they both laid there moaning and panting. Her hand working up and down his cock at a fevered pace and his hand now inside her panties and working his a single finger into her tight pussy. If she was this tight after two weeks of promiscuous sex then she had to have been incredibly tight before that. It was then he realized that she hadn't been lying to him. He was much thicker then Chad was. 

"Oh god baby....I'm gonna.....I'm gonna...." Bree began to stammer and her hand began to work like a piston on his cock. "Please I can't take it Michael! Please I need you inside me! I'll be the whore for you! Please fuck me!" 

"No baby." Michael said firmly. 

"Please baby!" Bree pleaded. "I don't care about making love! I promise! Please! Let me be your little slut! I'll be it for you! Just please fuck me!" 

Michael had to fight every moment of his instincts as she pleaded these sexy things at him. Bree began to pull his cock toward where his fingers were thundering in and out of her pussy and he pulled back away from it. "No Bree!" 

"PLEEAAASSEEEE!" She squealed and began to hump up and down on his hand. "Michael please! I need you inside me. I need to feel that hard cock pumping cum into me!" 

Michael's free hand grabbed her by the chin and made her look into his eyes. Her eyes were glazed over with lust and she was in a constant moan as her hips fucked his hand for all she was worth. Once he had her eyes he whispered. "You are mine Bree and I will take you when the time is right. Do you hear me? You are mine, now and forever." 

Bree's whole body froze but his hand kept fucking in and out of that tight pussy. The only part of her that moved was the walls of her pussy which were spasming. "...Say that again." Bree said in the sweetest little moan. "Please Michael....tell me." 

"You." He shoved his hand into her, driving that finger in to the knuckle and then leaned down and gently nipped at her nipple. Her hand was flying up and down his cock now and he could feel his balls starting to boil. "Are mine." He began to hammer his finger in and out as fast and hard as he could and then added as a final blow. "And you deserve more then to be some mans slut." 

The second he finished those words her mouthed opened in disbelief but her body betrayed her mind, and truth be told, her heart. Her tight opening pulsed once and then exploded all over his hand and she let out a ear drum piercing wail. "OH GOD!!" She screamed. 

Michael held his hand still as she literally used her hips and rode his finger through her orgasm. Not once through her orgasm did she stop pistoning her hand up and down his cock. When she came down 

it was her turn to egg him to orgasm and she leaned in and whispered into his ear. "If you meant what you just said Michael James Laroux, then you come for me right now. Show me you want this as deeply as I do." 

"Bree, thats not fair!" He groaned. "It's not like we can control it!" 

"Prove it Michael." Bree whispered and then said in a even softer whisper. "Prove you care more then those men who treated me that way. Prove....you don't want me to be your personal slut." Then as if reading his mind she added. "And don't even think about trying to prove it by not cumming on me." 

That was all he could take. That and the mixture of her hand caused his back to arch and he felt the cum rushing up the shaft of his cock. He mashed his lips to her own and she greedily kissed his back. As their tongues began to intertwine she felt the hot blast of his cum shoot from his cock and across hands. Michael groaned as he came hard. 

When he had come down he collapsed next to her but Bree whispered his name. When he looked over she lifted her hands and began to lick the cum from her fingers and palms. He stared at her wide eyed as she did this and then whispered. "I told you....I don't want you to be my slut." 

Once her hands were clean of his cum she looked over at him and the same tenderness was in her eyes again. "You don't understand My Michael." Bree laughed softly, fondly and then added. "I have only gone down on someone a handful of times. I mean that baby, I can count the number of times on my hands and of those times I only did it to completion twice." 

"Twice?" Michael said in disbelief. 

"Yes. Once, my first blow job, I tried to pull it out as he came but he wasn't having it and tried to shot it as deep as he could. Well, the end result was him cumming in my opened eyes. I cannot explain that level of pain and disgust. The second man I let cum in my mouth, but I spit it out immediately afterward." 

"Then why do what you did? I don't understand." Michael stared at her, not quite understanding. 

"My god, you truly are dense when it comes to women aren't you my dear?" Bree laughed a deep, rich and happy sounding laugh. "I wanted to with you. I wanted genuinely to taste you and in two days I will gladly suck it directly from the source." 

Michael didn't know what to say. What could he say? He knew he needed to do something to show her he understood this gesture and was willing to make just as big of one in return. So he leaned in and kissed her. Bree smiled and kissed him back, but to her surprise he opened his mouth. Men didn't do that, it was to much like sucking their own dick she had been told. Michael however was showing her how grateful he was and she enjoyed it. 

After the kiss had broken they laid next to one another for a time before she turned to face him and asked something that had been on her mind. "Thank you for not giving in Mike." 

He only smiled at the use of his shortened name and nodded. "Of course baby. You didn't want me to." 

"Did you mean it?" She asked suddenly. As if she was afraid of the answer. 

"Did I mean what?" He asked sleepily. 

"That you don't want me to be your whore." She said softly. "All men want that. They talk dirty to me....they make me say I want things that I don't. They make me beg for more even when it hurts. They want me to be the slutty nurse. Did you mean it? That I don't have to be a man's slut anymore?" 

"Yes Bree." Michael said and reached out and touched her face with his fingertips. "You deserve better. You won't ever have to do that again as long as whatever this is between us works." 

"Michael...." Bree whispered. "I know it's weird....considering this is all still so new....but will you hold me?" 

Michael just smiled, pulled the blankets around them and then pulled her back into him. She wiggled her panty covered ass into his cock to get as fully into him as she could and them pulled his arm around her. She had never felt so happy and content. Or safe, for that matter. 

They both dreamed that night. It would be the last time that Michael would dream about Mungan. Michael saw Mungan catch a running Ceana in his arms and spin her around. The two lovers, now three or four years older then when the dreams started had changed their meeting place after being caught. Mungan looks stronger, more mature but as deeply in love with Ceana as ever. He watches her face, so full of love and devotion and she tries to talk to him but her eyes widen and her mouth won't seem to work. Then his dream goes black. He dreams of darkness the rest of the night. It was the last time he dreamed of Mungan and Ceana and in the years that passed, he found he missed it. 

Bree dreamed as well. Ceana waited until her husband had drunk himself into a stupor then she snuck out. She went to the river and then crossed it. There was a small cave system just beyond the river and inside the love of her life waited. She ran to him and laughed with genuine happiness as he spun her around. He set her down and she kissed him and told him how much she loved him. Then her world came undone at the seams. 

Her husband had been pretending to be asleep and has followed with two of his cronies. The two who had helped him gang raped her months before. The big ugly one with short blond hair and a scarred face clubbed Mungan in the back of the head knocking him out. Eonan ordered the other to hold Ceana. They made her watch while they slowly beat Mungan to death. Ceana cried and begged them to stop. She offered them her body willingly. Promised to never see him again, but they only laughed and told her they would have her body willingly or not. 

They dragged her back to the village sobbing and then Eonan told the village that a rival tribe had killed him, the village of Mungan's 'unspoken' love for Ceana so they knew he would never leave, he had to have an excuse for his murder. Ceana could only hope that Eonan and all of his cronies died in the war they were about to start. 

Bree woke sobbing and looked over at Michael's sleeping body. She reached out and touched his chest. She began to not only sob but cry in earnest when she felt his heart was beating. She understood why this had been so strong when they first met. Not only had they been kept apart, but Ceana had been made to watch die a slow and agonizing death. They deserved a second chance. 

Bree snuggled in close to Michael and cried in silence. She wasn't Ceana but she mourned the murder of the man she loved as if she was. As woman she owed her that. Once her crying had stopped she looked up at his sleeping face and whispered. "I....don't know if you can hear me. I don't know if you will even understand this. I am not sure if I even understand this myself, but I know it's true now. You are smart, kind, funny and you make me feel completely safe. Michael James Laroux, I love you. I am not in love with you yet, but I do love you." 

Bree laid back down and closed her eyes again. As soon as her head lowered and her eyes closed Michael's opened. He looked down at her closed eyes and smiled. He should be scared. He should run for the hills at a woman who was saying those words after two days but considering all the dreams and the strange way he seemed to feel for a time what Mungan did he understood it. In a strange way, he loved her too. 

The next three days moved on at a blinding pace. Because of the downward spiral he had been on before he and Bree finally got together he had a lot of work to do. He left before Bree woke up, left her a note explaining that he had to go to class and practice but he would see her tonight. He went to class in the morning and afternoon and then practice after class. The highlight of practice was on the second day when he got a clear shot at Chad Hollister and teed off on him with everything he had. The coach reamed him for hitting a red shirt, but he just took the abuse and smiled inwardly at the look of shock on the face of the man who had come close to ruining his world. 

After his daily activities he would go to Bree's apartment, shower and wait for her to come home. Veronica tried calling him and texting him multiple times a day but he ignored her. Once Bree got home and showered they would eat, spend the evening watching a movie or something on television and then go to bed. Once in bed they would explore more. They took their time getting to know every curve, every little corner of each others bodies. Bree kept her word and made sure he came with only her hand twice a day. Michael returned the favor and made sure she came every single night. 




Converging Destinies Ch. 03



The night that the second phase turned into the third Bree had to work late and Michael had class early Friday morning so midnight passed without fanfare. Bree kept dreaming about Ceana and how horrible her life had come. Within a month of Mungan's murder Ceana was pregnant and the village celebrated, but Ceana didn't care. Part of her was dead. 

Bree was off work Friday so she slept in. Michael crept out of the apartment without a sound at 5:30 A.M. to get to his 6 A.M. Class, his only class of the day. At 8:30 Michael got out of class and drove back to Bree's apartment, stopping only once to buy the supplies he needed. He bought a dozen red roses and a large black teddy bear. He drove back to her apartment, passed by a strange biker with long red hair who was staring at him with a little smirk and parked the truck on the street 

When Michael crept back into the apartment, it was silent. He laid the roses on the coffee table and set the bear on the couch facing her bedroom door and then crept into the bedroom. Once he got into the bedroom he stripped off his clothes, slid under the covers and crawled up the bed slowly from the foot. He was carefully to not shake the bed as he moved until he got to where he wanted to be. 

A single finger very, very gently pulled her panties to the side and he slid his tongue up the length of her lips very gentle. When he reached the bottom again and began to push his tongue into her he was rewarded with a moan like he had never heard from her. It was lusty, and it was needing. Softly, he began to slid his tongue in and out of her pussy being as gentle as he could. 

His hand came up and using two fingers he pulled her lips apart and licked up her pussy again until he reached her little nub and began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across her clit. "Uh....Uh....Uh." was his reward as she moaned with each flick now. 

"Uh....Michael?" She moaned and her hips began to rise to meet his tongue. "....I don't really like being eaten out baby....." 

He wasn't about to stop now. He knew she was awake, so he pushed his tongue back inside her as deep as it would go. His reward was her hand darting down beneath the blanket and grabbing a handful of his long hair. "OH! God...do that again." 

He wasn't about to tell this woman no, so he pushed his tongue in and out as deep as it would go with every thrust. Bree's only tone now was a constant moan and her hips were rising and falling like she was trying to ride his face. "Oh god baby....I didn't know it could be like this." 

When her breathing became ragged and her hips began to buck faster and harder he knew she was about to come. This is the moment he had been waiting for. He lifted his face which got a groan from her and said quickly a single phrase and then returned to licking her clit. 

"Come for me baby." He whispered. "Show me your mine." 

Bree's world came undone at that moment. Her body locked and she came harder then she had ever come in her life. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she tried to scream but no sound came out. She came so hard she erupted her juices all over his face. He slid up the length of her body and looked down on her face. She looked exquisite. 

He opened his mouth to say something to her as her eyes fluttered open, but before he could she let out a hungry moaning growl and shoved him hard. Michael fell back to the bed, his eyes wide and shocked. Bree shifted so fast he almost didn't see her move and threw the covers back. His cock stood 8 inches and thick, proudly on display. Bree let out a throaty moan and dove her head down. 

All Michael could do was hang on as she grabbed the shaft by the base and began to lick up one side and down the other. When she licked back to the tip she slid the length into her mouth and tried her hardest to slid it directly into her throat, but when she got to about the sixth inch she began to choke. The only woman to ever go down on him was Veronica and she never choked, but as this beautiful blonds back heaved and he heard that sound his cock jumped. 

When she felt his cock jump she looked up at his face suddenly and tried again. Again she choked, but time saw his eyes widen with shock and pleasure. Chad hated it when she choked, complained, but she saw now that Michael liked it. A voice in her head roared in pleasure and she began to bob her head up and down his complete length. Gagging and choking herself intentionally. 

"Oh god baby." Michael moaned out suddenly and reached down running his fingers through her silky hair. "More.....more...." 

Bree moaned around that length of cock in her mouth and closed her eyes. She began to bob her head faster and faster, trying her hardest to force the rest of it into her throat and with a choking cry the head of his cock seemed to bend and disappeared into her throat. She heard him suddenly gasp and his hands dropped from her head to the bed and began to claw at the sheets. "Oh god...oh GOD! Bree baby pull 

out....Im going to cum!" 

She snarled as best as she could around that cock buried in her throat. Like hell, she thought. Her pulled that cock from her throat and pulled back until only the head was in her mouth. She locked eyes with the god like young man lying beneath her and began to suck up and down the first 2 inches. Her hand came up and began to stroke the rest of his cock hungrily. 

Michael stared down at her with his mouth hanging open and his breath coming in fast pants. There was something feral in Bree's gaze now. She stared at him like he was her prey and she had locked him in for the kill and he understood. He was her prey and she wanted him to submit to her, to submit to them. With a moan his body tensed and his cock exploded. 

Bree tried her best to swallow as it came but every time she would swallow one down another would come. She tried her best to keep up, but within seconds cum was running out from the sides of her mouth. Michael watched her with her mouth around his cock and his cum running from the sides of her lips and thought she never looked sexier. Once she had it all swallowed she pulled her mouth free and began to clean what had run out. Her tongue slid along his cock, down across his balls and over his thighs. As she cleaned that cum she moaned gently to herself. He stared down at her with a odd little smile on his face, like a kitten lapping up cream. "Good kitty." 

Once he was completely cleaned she slid up his body and kissed him. He kissed her back without reservation or hesitation. After the kissing had finished she collapsed own next to him and snuggled into him tightly. "My god!" She breathed into his chest. "That was so hot." 

"Better then the others?" Michael asked and ran his fingers through her hair. 

"What others?" She answered seriously which made him smile. "Michael I cannot even tell you how hot that was. I hated giving head, but you tasted so good!" She seemed to whimper as she said this. 

"You sound like you want another taste." Michael whispered teasingly. 

"No, I want to get on top of you and ride that thing until we both forget anyone else exists in this world." Bree answered honestly. 

"Go and get showered." Michael said to get her mind off that subject. "I have a big afternoon planned for us." 

"Oh yeah?" Bree asked and slid out of bed. 

She stood up and arched her back like a cat stretching when it first wakes up and Michael was left to just admire her. She had a full waist that curved into what he could only call was a oxymoron ass. It was large, yet bubbled and tight. She had muscled thighs and calves from the hours running at the office. Even from the back he could see the outside curves of her breasts. She had no love handles, but she did have hips. It was like someone had sculpted her out of stone. He still couldn't believe that she was his. 

"I challenge you to a game of paint ball." Michael said proudly. 

Bree stopped at the door to the bathroom and looked over her shoulder with a eyebrow raised. "Paint 

ball? Are you serious?" 

"Yep. And if you win, this phase of our deal is shortened by one day." Michael whispered and smiled. 

"So, if I win at midnight tonight the new rules apply?" Bree said excitedly. "Your so on!" 

Bree giggled and disappeared into the bathroom and the shower started running. An hour later they were both dressed in a pair of jaded blue jeans and a old T-Shirt and god if she didn't look good in even that. They took his truck, to avoid getting any paint on the insides of her nice car and drove to the outskirts of town where a paint ball arena was. 

They paid the admission and rented guns and goggles then were split into two teams. Bree had two big guys, friends and one of their girlfriends and Michael had a pair of giggling girls and a scrawny guy. Michael looked at Bree a bit annoyed but she just giggled. "Care to forfeit lover?" 

"Not on your life Kitty." Michael said with a grin. 

Bree blushed a bit when she realized what Kitty meant. The way she had lapped up his cum that morning, like a cat and cream. Then she smiled and nodded, she liked it. "Winner take all." She taunted and he nodded. 

They came from opposite sides of the arena and fanned out. Two of Michael's teammates were shot to high hell before they could even hide. One of the girls were covered in yellow, blue and pink and the scrawny guy's mask exploded in blue and pink. Bree and one of the large men shot him in the face. 

Michael caught the one with the blue pellets in the back and ass four times before he could hide. Michael was so focused that he didn't hear someone sneaking up on him. He felt the barrel of a paint ball gun at his back and hear the words "Tonight, your mine baby." 

He tried to spin around, but Bree got him five times in the back and once in the side. The rest of the teams all continued to play as Bree and Michael left the arena. They had settled what they needed to settle and they were both laughing as they walked off. Bree walked out in front and just for good measure Michael shot her in the ass twice. 

She giggled, spun around and the two opened fire on one another. They emptied the guns into one another laughing the whole time. He had to admit, she had a sexy little squeal. Covered in pink and red paint they returned their guns and goggles and then went to walk out. 

Holding hands they passed the gate to the parking lot when a voice caught their attention. "Michael." It was female and unsure. 

They both turned and saw Veronica standing with a group of her friends. She was staring at Bree and Michael's hands. Bree pulled her hand away and told Michael she would give him a minute alone. Bree walked back to his truck and waited. Veronica walked forward and pointed to his clothes. "You look like you two had fun." 

"We did." He said stiffly. "What do you want Ronnie?" 

"Are you two....together now?" She asked softly. 

"We don't know yet." Michael answered honestly. "Veronica, what do you want?" 

"Look I'm sorry!" She wailed. "I shouldn't have done it. I have no excuses, it was a horrible thing to do to you." 

"Yes, it was." Michael turned and felt his eyes begin to sting. 

"Baby wait." Veronica reached out and grabbed his arm. "Please....can we go somewhere and talk?" 

Michael went to yank his hand away but she pulled harder and he spun around. "Veronica how can I trust you after what you did?" 

"I....know I did something horrible but please at least give me the chance to say I am sorry." She pleaded and then looked past him at Bree her eyes were pleading. "Tell Bree what I said.....and if she says to have dinner with me...meet me at our restaurant okay?" 

"Fine." Michael said shortly and walked away. Bree was waiting in his truck looking down at her hands. He slid into the drivers seat and told her what Ronnie had said. Bree only nodded and whispered. "You should go." 

"What?!" He said in disbelief. She told him she loved him, he heard her. "How can you want that?" 

"Michael listen to me." She reached out and took his hand in her own. "You need to find out if you still want her. Go to dinner and if you feel nothing....come back to my apartment and make love to me like we planned." 

"And if not?" Michael asked staring at her. 

He saw her wince and said in a gentle, almost broken tone. "We haven't done anything that cannot be taken back. You touched me....i touched you. We tasted only once." 

"Are you sure you want this Bree?" Michael asked in disbelief. "If you tell me to forget her....i will." 

"I can't." She sniffled and then leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Maybe this is what the dreams are about. Maybe this time....you marry someone else and I am forced to live without you. Take me home....you need to go home and get showered and changed." 

Michael and Bree didn't speak the whole way home. When he pulled up at her apartments she got out and stood by the opened door. "....Keep the key for now. I will wait up..at...midnight the day ends." 

She closed the door and walked toward her apartments. She heard the truck pull around and turned around to watch him leave. "I love you." She whispered in horror at the realization of what she had done and then ran into the apartments. Neither of them saw the bike parked across the street and the man with long red hair watching them intently. 



Converging Destinies Ch. 04



Chapter 4.

Dinner, Deadlines and Trouble

Michael and Bree have gone to the moon and back with one another, except a single act. They have still not felt the feeling of being one with each other. They made a bet over a game of paint ball that if Bree won, they would move the date up and midnight that night they would make love for the first time, but Michael's Ex found them on the way out. She asked Michael for one dinner to discuss their relationship. Bree convinced him to go and if he still didn't wait her she would be waiting at midnight. 

This is part 4.

-Part 4- 

You cannot stop love, even if you want to.

Michael drove back to his apartment in silence. Part of him still sat in disbelief that Bree had told him to do this. She told him she loved him, he heard her plain as day but now he was going home to shower and change for a date with the woman who had cheated on him and almost broken his heart. It didn't seem right some how when he thought about it. 

He hadn't been back to his apartment since he had walked in on Veronica in the aftermath of sex with Chad. The apartment was a mess. His clothing was all over the place, the coffee table was shattered. Veronica seemed to be taking his leaving hard. The bedroom was clean, eerily so. It was as if Veronica had sterilized the entire room after she got caught with Chad. Maybe she did regret it after all? 

Michael showered and changed into a pair of black slacks and a black and white button up shirt. He could at least look nice, and then leave to go to "their restaurant". The restaurant was called Donavan's of La Jolla and made the most amazing steak. When he walked into the restaurant the woman at the counter smiled and showed him in. They all knew him here. 

Veronica was already seated when he walked up and he had to admit, she looked ravishing. Her hair was in ringlet curls an she wore a silver dress that sparkled in the light. It was cut low enough to show off a generous amount of her 36C breasts. Her lips were painted red and she wore a shade of light brown eyeshadow. When she saw him she smiled a wide smile and stood. "Thanks for coming Mike." 

"Save it." He said shortly and sat down. "I am only here because Bree said I should." 

"Because she knows that I made a mistake but that doesn't mean I don't love you." Veronica said with a wide smile. "Because I do, and I have regretted it ever since." 

"Tell me something." He said as he took a drink from the water sitting at the table. "And don't lie to me. Whatever happens here, if you lie to me and I find out will mean the end of even a friendship between us. How long was it going on?" 

Veronica visibly winced, like she had hoped that question wouldn't come up. "....Five months." 

"Five....god damn months." Michael said to himself and shook his head. "Five months of telling me you love me." He whispered in a hiss. " Five months of telling me I am the only one and letting some jock fuck stick shot his load inside you!" 

"Keep your voice down!" Veronica hissed and then sighed. "I made a mistake! I was stupid and immature and I didn't realize what I stood to lose." 

"Oh and now you do?" Mike asked sourly. "You expect me to believe that you have suddenly changed? Or is it more likely you just realized that I might be fucking someone else too now and you got jealous?" 

"Yes, okay I was jealous!" Ronnie snapped. "Bree is beautiful and smart and funny and she was fucking my man." 

"I am not your man anymore." He said softly. "Ronnie, who are we fooling? You cheated on me, you ruined this. Don't blame me." 

"Oh, like you weren't hoping this would happen?" She snarled. "I know all about the dreams and how you wanted Bree for weeks." Mike could only stare at her opened mouthed. "See? Your not innocent in this Michael James Laroux." 

Veronica reached over the table and took his hand in her own. It was small, polished names and she still wore his dead brothers school ring. "We both made mistakes, but can we throw away everything we had? All the good times? The laughs? Your mom and dad love me, and my parents think the sun rises and falls around you. I was the first woman you let sleep in your bed Michael and I should be the last." 

"But Ronnie." He whispered, losing his heat now. "How can we go back now?" 

"We leave." Veronica whispered and watched the shock spread across his face. "That's right. We transfer you schools and we leave. Let's go back to Silver Springs. You can be with your family and me and you can start over. Baby I love you and I am sorry for what I did." 

Michael sat in silence as a waiter brought, not his menu but his steak and potato. Veronica smiled and said. "You always order the same thing. I ordered for you." 

This brought a smile to his lips and the two of them ate in silence. Once the meal was over a waiter brought them two classes of Champagne and they drank. As time went on they began to laugh and smile more. Michael began to feel more at ease. "Do you remember the first told you tried to kiss me?" Veronica asked. 

Michael laughed and nodded. "I was so nervous I actually fell over as I leaned in to kiss you." 

"You were so cute." Veronica purred. "That's what made me fall in love with you. You were just so cute." 

As she spoke her heard Bree's voice 'Maybe this time you marry someone else...and I am forced to live without you' what if she was right? "Let's just say that maybe I will give this a second chance, how do I know that you won't do it again?" Even Michael wasn't immune to the failing of all men, What If. 

"You have to trust me." Veronica purred knowing she had him. "Do you love me?" 

".....Yes." Michael answered honestly. Veronica leaned over across the table and Michael did the same. 

The two kissed very softly and Veronica smiled. 

"I won't be a slut for anyone else. I promise." Veronica purred. 

Michael blinked. 'I don't have to be a man's slut anymore?' He could hear her voice in his head. She sounded so hopeful. So happy. He could taste the sweat on her skin, feel her body pressed against him. "What am I doing?" He whispered. 

"You're coming home!" Veronica said happily. 

"Yes. I am." He stood up and pulled out his wallet and dropped two twenties on the table. "Veronica listen. You shouldn't have done what you did, but I realize now that you couldn't help it...." 

Veronica smiled a beautiful smile and went to say something but Mike cut her off. "....you couldn't help it because unlike someone else I know, you like being a slut for men. " 

Veronica stared at him in shock and he glanced at the clock on the wall. Good lord, it was already ten minutes after midnight. "If you will excuse me, I am late and I have a promise to keep." 

Michael walked out and as he opened the doors to leave the restaurant he could hear Veronica screaming curses. He suppressed a smile and thought about Bree. She would be so happy to see him, he knew that much. 

Bree had come home and began drinking. She knew that he was gone and he wouldn't come back. She started with beer, but after a few beers switched to straight Vodka. She drank alone in the darkness of her living room reliving the last five days in her mind. The way he felt, the way he tasted. How safe she felt with him. "How...could you let him go to her!" She screamed at herself. "You're so stupid!" 

At midnight she looked at the door, drained the last of the Vodka bottle and went to bed. She has barely fallen asleep before she felt hands caressing her breasts. Her eyes snapped open but it was to dark in her room to see. She moaned happily and those hands closed around her breasts on top of her thin sleeping shirt. He came back! He came home to her! 

She leaned forward and felt something hard push insistingly at her lips. She opened her mouth happily, but before she could even get it all the way open it shoved roughly into her mouth. Her groaned a warning, for him to be easy and slow down, but before she could move it was being shoved into her throat. She choked and gagged happily, wanting to make him happy but a unhappy grunt was all she heard. 

The hand that had been groping her breasts slid down her stomach and roughly pulled her panties to the side. Two fingers were shoved into her, she had to wiggle her hips a bit from the force of the intrusion. Her eyes began to try and make out some feature. Why was he so angry at her? What had she done to warrant being taken like this? Like all the others had. 

More of that cock pushed into her mouth and into her throat and her eyes snapped wide. She had that cock in her mouth less then 12 hours ago and it didn't go that deep. She shook her head back and forth until the cock pulled out. She was panting with both fright and desire from those fingers when she panted. "Whose there?" 

"Shut up baby." A familiar voice said. "Veronica called me and told me her and her man were getting 

back together so I let myself in." 

"Chad?!" She screamed and tired to close her legs. "Stop!" 

"Oh, it's too late for that. The way you sucked my cock so greedily. We both know you want it." He snapped and began to pry her legs apart. 

She looked over him at the clock on her dresser that read 12:35 A.M. Where was he?! He promise he would be there if someone tried to do there. She tried to fight but Chad reached out and grasped her breast and squeezed hard. She yelped and stopped fighting for a moment. "That's better." He purred and once again pushed her legs apart. 

"Chad don't do this." Bree pleaded but didn't fight. She remembered Ceana fighting and how badly they had hurt her. "Please, you never used to do this. If I wasn't in the mood.....please...." 

"I am done waiting." Chad snarled and began to pull at her panties. "Your giving me that pussy whether you like it or not." 

Somewhere in the back of her mind she imaged she heard the door open and close, but she knew that by this time Michael was in his bed, inside Veronica. "Please, don't do this. You don't understand...PLEASE!" 

The next thing Bree knew she heard the sound of bone on flesh once, and then again and again and again. Followed by Chad's pain filled grunts. She was alone on her bed again, she jumped up and turned the light on. Once her eyes had adjusted she saw Chad lying on the floor bleeding from the nose and the mouth and Michael was standing over him, his right hand covered in blood. 

"BABY!" She screamed, ran across the bed and jumped into his arms. 

"Oh god Bree, your okay?" Michael asked and kissed her. 

"You came!" She whispered breathlessly into the kiss. "You came!" 

"I promised I would. Hold on baby." He pulled Chad to his feet by the hair. His eyes were glazed over. Michael grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him through the house with his pants around his ankles. When he got to the door he hissed. "If you so much as look at her again I will fucking kill you you piece of shit. Go and bury yourself in that used up pussy Veronica offers. Bree is off limits." 

Michael tossed him half naked into the hallway, paused only long enough to find Bree's key and remove it from his keyring and then slammed the door. He found Bree sitting crossed legged on her bed and even though she had come frighteningly close to being raped she had a strange smile on her face. He leaned on the door frame and watched her. "What is so amusing?" 

"You came back." She whispered and looked up at him. It hit him then how vulnerable she had been letting him leave. "You didn't choose her....you came home to me." 

"I kissed her." Michael confessed but Bree waved her hand dismissively and held out her arms. "You sure?" 

"Baby....he put it in my mouth." She whimpered. "And....mauled my breasts....thrust his fingers inside me. I think....a kiss can be forgiven." And then she looked him into the eyes and whispered. "Please...come and make all the things he hurt feel better?" 

Michael crossed the room and knelt on the next in front of her. He reached up to unbutton his shirt but she stopped him with shaking hands. Just when he thought she didn't want him to, and he couldn't blame her what with what just almost happen to her, she began to unbutton them herself. "Bree, you don't have to." 

"Shh." Each button she undid she placed a kiss to his bare flesh. When the shirt was fully unbuttoned she slid it down his back, reached up and pulled him down to kiss her. Her kiss was gentle, less rushed them before. She was taking her time now. 

Her hands were shaking as they unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down. Michael reached out and grabbed the hem of her thin night shirt and pulled it up over her head. Without her shirt she fell back onto the pillow and her noticed her whole body was shaking now. "....Michael...is it time?" 

"If you're ready baby." He whispered in returned and she pulled him by the shoulder atop her. Their mouths found one another and tongues began to dance in that timeless mating ritual. Michael and Bree seemed to reach out at the same moment. Her fingers curled around his half hard cock as his own fingers began their journey to send two of those slender digits ever so slowly into her tight pussy. 

For Bree there was all the difference in the world. When Michael inched those digits into her opening her body spasmed with each inch and she whimpered and moaned happily. He took his time with her and her body was responding by coating his fingers with her wetness more and more as he pushed them in. 

Her hand didn't piston up and down his cock this time, but slid up and down it with a gentleness that he had never felt. Her fingers weren't stroking his cock, but caressing it. When he had worked those two fingers in to the knuckles he began to work them in and out at a slow but steady pace. He watched Bree lying there with her eyes closed and her mouth open panting and moaning very gently. 

Michael pulled his fingers from her depths, shifted his hips forward and felt the warmth of her lips starting to part around him. Bree's eyes snapped open and locked on his own. Her lips began to tremble and she whispered. "....Michael...maybe we should wait until the deal is complete...." 

"You're just scared." Mike said gently and pushed his hips forward again. Her lips stretched and his head slipped into her opening. Another inch and a half slid into her and she bit her lip. 

"....please we need to wait....were not ready for this." Bree said softly and her eyes were wild. "You....you went to dinner with her. I don't want to get hurt." 

Michael froze then at just a hair under 2 inches inside her. He reached up and took her chin to make her look at him. He understood what she was doing even if she didn't. She was terrified that she would give in this this and he would leave her. That she would open herself to him and he would betray her. There was only one thing I can say. "Bree, are you listening to me?" 

"Michael please....it's not time yet." Bree breathed, panic starting in her eyes and began to push at his chest. 

As he slid out to the head he whispered very softly. "I love you." 

Bree froze then. She stopped pushing him and her eyes calmed down. She bit her lip and then whispered. "Say it again....when you get all the way in baby." 

Michael nodded and again began to ease his way into her. As he got deeper, he got lower on her body. Bree was breathing hard now as inch by inch he was stretching her in places she had never been stretched before. When their hips met and he couldn't go any deeper he said it again. "I love you Bree." 

"Oh...." She whimpered and closed her eyes. A single tear left her eye but she answered by beginning to move her hips back and forth. Every time she would do this it would drag two inches out of her depths and then shove it back in. She was actually fucking herself on his cock. "Oh...." She whimpered softly. "...I....I....." 

"Don't....." Michael whispered. "Not until your ready." 

Bree nodded and her hips began to move faster. Her hips dragged her pussy up and down 3 inches of his cock now. Every time he hit bottom she groaned and bit her lip. "Baby...K....Ki....Kitty....wants you to show her you mean it." 

"It's my pleasure." He replied. 

Mike braced himself on his forearms on each side of her head. She arched her hips and held her legs open wide for him. He used only his lips and his thighs to pull himself from her depths to the head and slid it back in. He could hear the wet sounds of her pussy as it clung to him every time he pulled out and the squishing sounds every time he pushed back in. 

There was no hurry to his movements now. He took his time and allowed her to enjoy every inch as it slid in and out of her velvet opening. Bree slid her arms up his sides until they were grabbing the back of his shoulders. She held on as he slid up and down her body with each thrust. This was a position he had seen in many movies during the love scenes but never been in himself and he was glad it was with her. 

It was Bree who broke their silence when she whispered. "Please baby not so deep...." 

"Does it hurt Kitty?" He whispered and began to end his thrusts at six and a half inches instead of eight. 

"....No....I just don't want to cum yet, I want this to last forever." Bree moaned, her eyes half closed as she tried to fight back the pleasure cascading down her body. 

As soon as she said this he began to thrust as deep as he could again, but still gentle. Bree's eyes snapped open and her mouth seemed to unhinge in disbelief. The only sound she made now was the constant moaning of pleasure being forced upon her. "Sorry Kitty, you don't get to make that request." 

"Michael...." She warned, but moaned as he bottomed out inside her again. Every time she tried to talk he would bottom out into her pussy and a moaned was ripped from her throat. "....Baby....UGH.... please...UGH....don't make....UGH....me....OH!....not yet!" 

Michael wasn't about to stop now. He sped up his thrusts by a fraction and sawed in and out of her pussy, making sure to bottom out inside her every thrust. Bree was holding on to him for dear life now as she tried hard to get the words to come out. "Bree are you scared?" He asked with a moan now creeping into his tone. 

"Yes!" She screamed in both fear and pleasure. 

"Are you scared of what you feel?" He asked and another moan was dragged from his own throat as he hit the wall of her cervix with the very, very tip of his cock as it bottomed out. 

"YES" She wailed and began to claw at his back, trying to fight the tower her orgasm was pulling her onto. "Please stop! Don't make me!" 

"Tell me Bree!" He whispered and speed up a bit more. He could feel her wet velvet walls beginning to spasm around his length. "Tell me!" 

She looked up at her and her lip was trembling. Her eyes darted left and right as if searching his face. When she could hold back no longer her back arched and she screamed. "I LOVE YOU!" As soon as she screamed the orgasm exploded in her stomach and showered his driving cock in her wetness. "Oh god I love you! Please don't stop Michael! Please! I am begging you don't stop!" 

"I wasn't going to Kitty." He whispered. He leaned down and claimed her mouth as she screamed her orgasm to the world. Bree kissed him back as passionately as she ever had. Once her orgasm had calmed down he leaned up, grabbed her muscular calves and placed her ankles on his shoulders. He pushed up on his toes and her hips seemed to arch whether they wanted to or not. "Ready?" 

"....Michael....." She warned with her eyes widened. "Promise me you are mine...and you can have whatever you want." 

He stared down into her angelic face and smiled. "I am yours. Now and forever Kitty." 

"Then fuck me!" She ordered. "Come on baby!" 

Michael wasn't about to let her down now. With her legs over his shoulders he finally gave in and gave her everything he had. His hips began a blurr as they pounded in and out of her lush form again and again. Her pussy was one endless spasm now as orgasm after orgasm racked the beautiful blond lying beneath him. 




Converging Destinies Ch. 04



Bree's moans had turned into passionate screams of pleasure. Her arms were around his neck and she bit into his shoulders trying to keep herself from waking her neighbors. She could feel the warm blood flowing around her lips and down his arm but neither of them cared. All that mattered to them was this moment, this beautiful dream made a reality. 

When it finally came it was like nothing Bree had ever experienced. She came more in that thirty-five minutes that she had in two years. They came at her over and over, seeming to be endless. How was she to know that it was all leading to something. Michael drove in as hard as he could over and over and when he bumped into her cervix for the second time Bree's toes curled and her whole body began to shake. She screamed into the bloody shoulder of the man she knew she loved now and her whole body 

seized. Didn't shake, but seized stone stiff. Michael was staring down at her and slowing down, but in her mind Bree screamed Please god! Just a few more! Please baby, see it in my eyes! Your kitty needs it! 

Michael saw the lust in her eyes and knew she was fine so he hammered into her a few more strokes and that was when her body shuttered, attempting to relax. She screamed into his shoulder and clawed bloody trails into his back. A orgasm like Bree has never experienced took over her body. She exploded buckets onto his cock, with such force it actually squirted out. Michael fucked her through it and when she came down her eyes were rolled back in her head but she was murmuring the same thing over and over. "Fill me. Fill me. Fill me." 

Michael knew what she wanted on so deep a level that even almost out cold she was begging for it. That thought alone send the cum thundering from his balls. His own toes curled as her eyes fluttered open. She groaned with pleasure as he continued to hammer into her. She felt his cock swell and him begin to pull out. 

Bree grabbed his shoulders firmly and groaned. "Please don't! Inside me! I want to feel you fill me with your seed!" 

"Are you protected?" Michael asked through clenched teeth. 

"Do you care if your Kitty is?" She asked in a deep throaty moan. 

He knew then he didn't. Thrusting as hard as he could and buried himself to the hilt inside her. The two of them locked eyes and Bree whimpered. "Give it to me Michael. It's mine! I want it! Give me what's mine! Please!" 

Hearing her beg for his cum like this was more then he could take. When he exploded he kissed her deeply and shot what felt to him, and to her, like buckets of cum inside her. The explosion came with such force that it launched her into another blinding orgasm and he could feel the cum leaking out around his cock. 

He released her legs and watched as her eyes once again fluttered open. When she looked at him it was a look he had never seen before. She sniffled and opened her arms. He collapsed next to her and she pulled him tight to her. "Thank you baby. Are you okay?" 

"Nothing sleep won't heal." He said softly. "Are you still scared?" 

Bree was silent for a time and then kissed his collarbone. "No. Whatever the future brings, we will face it together. Like we should have." 

"Like we should have." Michael agreed. The two fell asleep in each others arms. Bree didn't make any attempt to clean the cum out of her. She slept and smiled as she felt it run down the cheeks of her ass. Her man's cum. 

-Part 4- 

Sometimes pure evil is convincing... 

As Bree and Michael were making love for the first time Veronica went from the restaurant to a bar a few blocks from her and Michael's apartment. Her apartment now she guessed. She sat in the back of the bar, nursing a rum and coke when someone slid into the booth across from her. 

The man had long red hair that was semi curled. He wore a leather biker vest with the words "Sgt. At Arms" on the right best. He was clean shaved but he had this brutal look about him. Like this was a man who got off hurting people. He was bigger then Michael or Chad at 6'5 and looked like he could lift up this booth if he really wanted to. 

"You know, it's rude to just sit at a lady's booth without being asked." Veronica snapped. 

"And you would classify yourself as a lady?" The biker asked her bluntly. 

"What would you know?" She asked in a hiss. 

"I know that you lost your boyfriend tonight to another woman. I know that you lost him because you allowed some pussy hungry football star to slut you out." The biker answered with a shrug. "I was sitting a few tables behind you two." 

"And what, you think you can pick up the pieces and I'll take you into my bed?" She snapped. 

"Honey, do I look like a man who needs to manipulate a woman into fucking him?" He asked. 

She was a bit taken back by how blunt he was. How controlled. She had to admit he didn't strike her as the kind of guy who needed to convince a woman to sleep with him. They either wanted to, or were afraid to say no. 

"Then what do you want?" She asked a sudden fear gripping her heart. 

"Did he hurt you?" He asked and lifted the beer he had brought with him for a deep drink. 

"What?" She asked confused. 

"That black haired little fuck head." The biker snarled. "Did he hurt you by picking another hole over you?" 

"Another hole?" She said with a tone that reeked acid. "I am not just another hole." 

"Football star I think would beg to differ." The biker said with a smirk. "And you didn't answer my question sweet heart." 

"Yes, okay! It hurt!" Veronica snapped. 

"Good." The biker purred. "How would you like revenge?" 

"Revenge?" She suddenly whispered excitedly. "Why would you help me?" 

"Let's just say, he has something that belongs to me." He answered. "I can make sure him and the blond whore never have another happy day together." 

"And what do I have to do in return?" She asked. 

"First of all, your going to slide your pretty little self under this booth where no one can see you and your going to suck my cock." The biker purred. 

Veronica blinked and let out a little laugh. "Yeah, like that's going to happen." 

"Suit yourself." He said and began to slid out of the booth. "Oh by the way, I happened to be near her apartment tonight and she was screaming. Have fun knowing your man is dumping his cum into a little slut." 

"Wait!" Veronica said suddenly and her cheeks were bright red. "You said first of all. What else?" 

The biker grinned and licked his lips. "You become my personal fuck doll." 

"No way!" She hissed. 

He had her and he knew it. She was so desperate to get her man back she would do anything. All he needed was a little extra push. "I promise if you agreed to my terms the nurse will tell him to never come back and he will come running to you with open arms. And you and he will watch while she is publicly humiliated for all to see." 

"Humiliated?" Veronica asked licking her lips. "And I have to do is....what you tell me to until I get him back?" 

"That's it." He promised. 

"Veronica." She said with a smile and held out her hand. 

"Charles." He said but didn't take her hand. "And I never asked your name. The only thing I want you doing with your mouth is sucking slut." 

Veronica said nothing, she was too deep in shock. "Well, are you waiting for a fucking invitation bitch? Get your stupid ass under the table!" He snapped. 

Veronica squeaked and slid under the table. She didn't even think about being on this dirty floor in her two hundred dollar dress. She unzipped him and fished out a cock as big as Chad's and as thick as Michael's and went to work. 

Charles said nothing. He didn't moan. He didn't groan. He didn't dirty talk. He just sat there drinking his beer while his new brunette slut sucked every inch of his cock. The bitch had talent. He couldn't wait to see how surprised he was when he and his crew gang banged her stupid ass but this was just a warm up. 

This time he would make him watch while he raped the woman who was once his wife. He would make Michael watch while Bree begged him to stop and then, just like before he would kill him and then he would make Bree his own and stop her from doing what she did the last time. 

Veronica stayed on her knees sucking every inch of his cock down into her throat. She was ashamed of herself and knew this was wrong, but she kept sucking. She hated herself for this, but told herself it was for the best and kept sucking. She promised she would have Michael back as she swallowed down the first of many, many loads she would be forced to take in all of her holes, on her face and all over her body.



Converging Destinies Ch. 05



Chapter 5.
Drugs, Traps and Death

Michael and Bree's world is finally taking shape. They have made love and all is right with the universe that swirls around the, but trouble is brewing on the horizon. Ceana's brutal and cruel husband Eonan has been reborn as well in the form of Charles McEntire and he has his sights set on Bree as well. Can the two overcome this new threat or will their past repeat itself?

-Part 5-

More than they bargained for.

The two months that followed the first time Bree and Michael shared a bed together for the first time were as starkly different from the three months that Veronica had that it was downright crazy. Bree and Michael spent the next three months playing weekly games of paint ball. It had become very special for them for obvious reasons. Bree was even able to form a friendship with Jonathan. To his credit, Jonathan never once put the moves on Bree. He knew Michael was happy and that was all that mattered to him.

Even Veronica had made her peace and begun hanging out with them again. They all noticed she had begun to look haggard, she had bruises around the tops of her breasts and was usually walking awkwardly, like her ass was very sore, but she was always friendly. She told them that she messed up and thats something she would have to live with.

Michael had all but moved out of his apartment and into Bree's. He had given the apartment to Veronica, but he didn't realize how little time she spent there. His school work had picked back up and his football games were turning into a huge success. Coach McKinley even joked that he might make it into the later rounds of the draft, if he wanted to go that way, but he didn't. He was happy with his life just the way it was.

Before either of them knew it the summer had ended and even fall was crawling to a close. Bree had taken time off work to go home to Carson City, California and visit her family. She was packing a bag while Michael laid on the bed reading one of his favorite authors, a man named David Eddings. Michael looked up and watched her hum while she packed jeans and T-Shirts into the bag. She wiggled her hips to some unknown beat in her head and he smiled.

"You are so sexy." He said softly and closed the book.

Bree turned and bit her lip. She always did that now when she looked as him. Bit her lip gently like the mere sight of him was a temptation. "You aren't so bad yourself sexy."

It was amazing how smoothly they had settled into a relationship. They click together like the final two pieces of a huge puzzle and ever since they fit together, the rest of the picture began to take perfect shape. Their jobs, his school and football, even their families. It all seemed to be clicking. "You know, I was thinking."

"Lair." She said affectionately and he laughed. She crossed the room and plopped down in his lap. Her arms crossed behind his head and after a single gentle kiss she smiled. "What were you thinking handsome?"

"Your family is in Carson City." He said and she nodded. "And mine...is in Silver Springs which is less then an hour over the border...."

"Yes?" She whispered, but her eyes were shining. She had been waiting for this moment for almost a month. "Are you asking me to come with you for Thanksgiving?"

"If you wouldn't mind?" He said a bit unsure.

"Only if you agree to come with me to my family's as well." She said matter of factly. "We can both meet the parents."

Michael only smiled and began to pack himself. They decided to take her car and within the hour they were on the road. While in the car it reminded him of the only thing they disagreed about. Music. They fought playfully between smooth jazz/county and rock. They even turned it into a game, whoever could say word for word the next billboard first got to pick the next song.

They arrived in Carson City just before four and my breath was immediately caught in my throat. What Michael had imagined as a small gathering of immediate family, like at his house, he saw was a football stadium parking lot. There were cars parked all around the block.

"This is a thanksgiving dinner?!" Michael said in shock as she parked.

"....i should have warned you." Bree said looking at her hands. "But I wasn't sure you would come if you knew."

"How many people Bree?" He did my best to recreate his father's, I caught you in mid cookie jar, tone and the effect was noticeable. Her eyes looked down at the steering wheel and he repeated. "Bree, how many?"

"Promise you won't be mad at me baby?" She whispered. She knew he hated large crowds of people he didn't know. It made him nervous and fidgety.

"How many!" Michael repeated firmer.

"Somewhere around thirty." She said weakly and he cursed out loud. "I'm sorry! I just really wanted them to meet you!"

When he heard her sniffle all resolve seemed to fail. The last thing he wanted to do was make Bree feel bad about wanting him to meet her family. His arm went around her shoulder and gently squeezed. "It's okay, we will survive this." He promised and she smiled. Though he said the words, and part of him actually believed the he could still feel the slickness of his palms and the breath trying to catch in his throat. 

It wasn't nearly as bad as he imagined it was going to be. Her family was great, and they adored him right away. Her aunt Meredith called him 'pumtin' whatever that meant and her little sister Bianca, a pretty little thing with dirty blond hair and big innocent green eyes, at all of ten years old announced to the whole table that when she got bigger she was going to take him away from her big sister.

Her mother, who was a kindly looking woman who stood 5'3 with short blond hair and a thick body, doted over him and more then once could be heard saying that she was happy she didn't end up with

that good for nothing Chad. That made Michael smirk and commented that he agreed with that. He thanked god every night for Bree. The smile Bree's mother gave him matched her own.

Michael and her father however got on the best of them all. Her father was a big man just a bit shorter then Michael with broad shoulders and short salt and pepper hair. After the dinner was over the two went outside and discussed football. It turned out that her father was a fan of the Aztecs and had seen Michael play, it wasn't long before the conversation turned toward the topic Michael always knew it would.

"So boy." Her father said as he stared out at the sunset. "I love my little Bree Bree dearly and she has never had the best taste in men."

"Sir?" Michael asked unsure of where this was heading now.

"We all knew that Chad was bad news the first time we saw him and the one before him, that took her to Prom? We all knew he only wanted one thing....but you?" Her father turned to look at him and seemed to study him. "You, you worry me son."

"In what way Sir?" Michael asked defensively. "I don't understand what I have done wrong."

"You didn't do anything." Her father said with a wave of his hand over his eyes. "It's her...."

"Her?" Michael asked still not getting it.

"She never looked at them the way she looks at you." Her father answered. "Total trust. Total faith. If you do what they do Son, she will never see it coming."

Then Michael understood finally. This man was terrified that his little girl would get hurt and this time she wouldn't be prepared for the pain. "Sir, I cannot explain this, so please don't ask....but I have been waiting for Bree for a very, very long time. My life is devoted to your daughter. She is my world. My everything."

Her father only nodded and clasped him on the shoulder. "When your older, god willing boy, you will understand my concern. Thank you, for putting an old man's fears to rest. At least, partially to rest. You're a good kid Michael."

"Thank you Sir." Michael said with a smile.

"Tell your mom and dad, they raised a fine kid." And then her father walked back inside. By the time he was back inside Michael looked down and took a deep steadying breath. That was hard, but he knew that sometimes life's most valuable gifts, don't come easy.

Bree and Michael said goodbye. Bianca cried and hugged Michael around the leg. Bree's mother told him he was welcome anytime and her father took his hand and just said 'Your world' and Michael just smiled and nodded his head. 'My world' he said back. The two of them drove away as her father watched on and smiled.

When they pulled back onto the highway Bree looked over at him and smiled a wide smile. "You did so

good! God I love you....but what did my father mean? Your world?"

"We talked about you. And how you looked at me. With total trust and total faith. He asked me not to hurt you and I told him that I couldn't if I wanted to. That I had been waiting for you for a long, long time. That you were my world, my everything."

For a long time Bree said nothing and stared out the passenger window. She stared for so long he asked softly. "Did....I do something wrong?" but she said nothing. In the reflection of the window he saw tears were rolling down her face smearing her make up. "Bree?!" He said suddenly and grasped her shoulder. "Baby are you o...."

He couldn't even finish the sentence. Bree unsnapped her seat belt and launched herself at him. Her lips mashed onto his own/ Her tongue didn't wait for his lips to part. It forced them open. He kissed her back, groaning protests and tried to keep his eyes on the road. Thank god for the light traffic because of the holiday because he was swerving from one lane to the others as her body jerked the wheel.

"Bree!" He said muffled by her lips and continued to swerve. "VREE!" The name came out wrong because of her lips. When he finally got her shoved off and got into the right lane he looked over at her. She was staring at him and breathing hard like she was angry, or horny. "Bree, what?!"

"Your world." She breathed and the tears came down her beautiful face again."Am I really Michael? Really your world?"

"Yes Bree....after all these weeks how can you not realize that?" Michael asked in shock. "I love you baby....more then that..." He licked his lips gently and readied himself. If she recoiled from this he didn't know what he would do but he took the plunge. "...I am head over heels IN love with you."

"Oh....baby...." The next thing that he knew Bree had herself bent over her seat and was undoing the belt on his jeans. "I need you right now. I need to thank you....show you....prove....keep...." she wasn't making any sense now. "....Won't let you leave....want it...mine...."

Michael realized that Bree was as deeply in love with him as he was with her, but her mind was already going to all the men who had thrown her aside or cheated on her. She felt like she needed to do something sexual to prove her devotion. So he grabbed a handful of her ascending blond hair and pulled her head up. "Bree, don't. You don't have to. I am not going anywhere baby. If you WANT to I won't stop you, but don't do this because you feel like you have to show me anything."

Bree whimpered unhappily when he grabbed her hair, but when she heard his words her eyes seemed to refous and she smiled. "Michael James Laroux...get your hand off my hair right this second."

"Bree you don't need...." Michael started but Bree cut him off.

"Michael." Bree purred. "It's mine and I want it in my mouth." And then she threw the dagger, the one thing she knew he wouldn't be able to resist. "Unless you don't want me to make love to your magnificent cock with my mouth?"

Michael groaned, she had won, and released her hand. She made quick work of his belt and zipper. His cock sprang out and slapped the steering wheel. Michael looked up at the road as the rain began to fall gently all around the car. You have to love Northern California late fall. Just as he began to hear the

rain on the roof of the car the sound was matched by another, just as beautiful sound. Wet lips sucking greedily on a big cock.

Michael couldn't take his eyes off the road, because of the added hazard of the rain on a dry street, but he felt every, single, agonizing moment of her oral ministrations. Bree had begun their relationship with a fiery need every time she did this, like if she took her time he would leave her, but lately that had changed. Now as Michael tried to drive Bree's mouth slid up and down his cock at a tortuously slow pace. Like she was trying to taste every inch, every pore every vein and even though it felt like sexual torment, god he loved it.

Michael began to moan very gently above her, which made Bree moan around the length of his cock in her mouth. She pulled his cock from her mouth, moaning very gently and began to lick up and down the length. Michael reached one of his hands down and slid it into the neck of her shirt. Because of how she was bent her bra hung down leaving a space for his hand to slid into and he began to fondle her breasts. When his fingertips closed around and began to pinch her nipple she opened her mouth and kissed his cock, moaning around the flesh.

Her mouth moved back to the tip and slid back down. About this time a large truck drove by them in the right lane. The driver looked down and saw this. He grinned when he and Michael made eye contact and gave him a "fist bump" motion before driving off. Michael had become all moans now and was finding it hard to keep his eyes open and on the road. "Bree....baby you have to stop. I am going to get into an accident."

Bree pulled his cock from her mouth only long enough to purr. "Pour that delicious cum into my mouth and I will. Come on baby....you know I need my daily fix." Then she drove her head back down and began to bob in earnest. She didn't wait for him to answer, she simply allowed her mouth and throat to do the talking for her, and she knew his weakness.

He was just about to argue that this was getting dangerous when a sound echoed through the car that made his cock jump and his hips lift off the seat. The sound of his beautiful blond gagging. He groaned and tried to look down and ask her not to do it again but that didn't help. Bree was throat fucking herself on his cock. Her back was in a constant state of spasm as she choked again and again and again.

Then Bree got what she wanted. His ass lifted off the seat and launched a torrent of cum into her waiting stomach. It had nowhere else to go with his cock being lodged in her throat when he came. After she drank it down greedily she lovingly licked him clean, kissed the tip of his cock happily, replaced it in his jeans and re buckled his belt. She slid back into her seat and re buckled her seatbelt and not a second to soon.

As she re buckled her seatbelt a member of the illustrious California Highway Patrol appeared over the rise sitting on a hill clocking cars. He was up high enough too that he would have seen into the car to what she was doing. As he disappeared into the distance he noticed Bree fidgeting and lifted a brow. "You okay baby?"

"I can't meet your family like this!" She moaned. "I need to be collected....sorry lover...." And then he watched her unbutton her jeans and slid out of them leaving her sitting on the seat next to him in nothing but her nice dress white and gray blouse and his favorite bright neon purple silk boy shorts. He loved them most, because they were a half a size too small and that showed off a generous amount of her abnormally fat, yet tight ass to hang out the bottoms.

"Bree, what are you doing?" Michael asked with a shocked laugh, but then his eyes widened and he bit his lip with a whimpering groan as he watched her pull those panties to the side and plunge two fingers deep into her dripping wet pussy. "Baby, I am trying to drive!"

Bree threw her head back and arched her back as she moaned loudly when those two fingers drove in to the knuckles. "Oh GOD! You only need one hand to drive baby." She looked over at him then and moaned out something that got him every time. "Michael....baby Kitty needs you. Please...don't make me meet them like this. Kitty needs you Calli!"

Michael let out a moan. Kitty, the name that had stuck and she adored it. Calli was something she started calling him two months before. When he asked her what it meant she said it was short for Excalibur. When he asked her why, she simply said 'everyone has a knight in shining armor but only I have the one thing that will protect me against anything' She knew how to ask him.

He kept one hand on the steering wheel and reached his right hand over to her seat. Bree scooted over until she was sitting on the edge of the seat with her ass hanging over and one her legs braced up on the center console. She didn't care. He swatted her hand away and she moaned happily, then let out a whimpering hungry moan as he pushed in two fingers to the knuckle.

He knew they were running out of time, so unlike Bree, he didn't waste time. He began to hammer those fingers in and out of her tight opening. Bree's fingernails began to drag up and down the passenger seat of her car. The whole car smelled like her pussy, sweet with just the hint of tart and the overwhelming smell of lavender and roses. She smelled, and tasted wonderful. Soon the only sounds in the car were the rain on the roof, her pleasure filled screams and the wet sound of her tight pussy gripping his fingers.

"That's it baby." Bree moaned out with fervor. "Please make me cum. I need to cum so badly...please baby....please!"

He wasn't about to deny her now. Those fingers continued to hammer in and out of her tight little hole until he felt it began to spasm around his fingers. When that happened he slammed them in as hard as he could and began to rub her clit down right rough with his thumb. He watched with one eye on the road as Bree's eyes rolled back in her head then she let out a pleasure filled scream an coated his hand, the seats and her panties with a huge explosion of fluid.

Bree regained her composure and pulled her jeans back on just as they passed the Silver Springs sign. They had just enough time for her to straighten her clothes and reapply a quick round of make-up to make up for all that she had cried off. They pulled up to a two story nice house in the middle of a nice street. There were five cars parked in the driveway and on the street total.

When they parked Bree walked around the car with a spring in her step and gave him a quick kiss. He wanted more but she told him not until she had met and won over his mom, dad and sister. He had to admit that quickly in the car had been a great idea. He was in a better mood then he had been all day and his beautiful Bree was absolutely glowing.

When they got inside he was mobbed by his family. It was small, but they loved him. His mother was a tall slender woman with shoulder length brown hair and a kind face. His father was shorter then his mother with short black hair and Michael's blue eyes, he had a serious face but Bree noticed

immediately that he had a large amount of laugh lines around his eyes. When Bree saw his sister though her heart stopped. She was beautiful, like someone seen in a modeling magazine beautiful. Her hair was black and naturally curled. Her lips were full and pouty and her body seemed to curve with her breasts, large and firm and her hips wide, but tight.

After he introduced them they ate for the second time and Bree got to watch the man she loved with his family. He seemed so at ease, so happy and to make matters that much better so did she. Before long she was laughing and joking with the lot of them.

Michael was lost in a conversation with his uncle, his father's brother, then his sister motioned for her to follow him. They walked outside and Natalie pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered her one. Bree turned it down and warned her against smoking, she was a nurse after all. Natalie just smiled and lit up anyway. After she blew the smoke from her nose she looked over at Bree.




Converging Destinies Ch. 05



"Your prettier then most." Natalie said sourly. "He usually brings home the ones who are pretty, but never a knockout."

Bree blushed at the compliment. "What about you? Is your boyfriend coming?"

"No honey." Natalie laughed a rich and deep laugh. "I am more interested in girls like you."

Bree blushed yet again and understood, Natalie was lesbian. "Thanks, but I don't swing that way."

"You have no idea how happy that makes me." Natalie said softly.

"And why is that?" Bree asked.

"I been keeping this secret for so long that I think I finally need to tell someone." Natalie whispered. "I don't know why I chose you, maybe you will tell him and help him deal....maybe it will make you want to do the same thing and you....are truly a beautiful girl." Natalie looked Bree over and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. "The first person Veronica Chambers cheated on Michael with was me."

"WHAT?!" Bree yelled and Natalie nodded, not caring if someone heard. "I started her down the road. I seduced her and me and a friend of mine, black guy named Terence took turns having her one weekend."

"You did this to your own brother?" Bree asked in disbelief. "How could you?"

"Never said I was the perfect sister." Natalie said sourly. "I was the oldest, but everyone doted on the baby." Natalie leaned over and ran her tongue over Bree's ear. Her stomach began to tingle but Bree held perfectly still. "You sure as a succulent looking one Bree. Terence will love you."

"..What do you mean?" Bree asked and her voice began to tremble. She felt her pussy throb softly. "You ever had a black cock honey?" Natalie whispered in a purr. "You can't imagine what that feels like going into you. It stretches you in ways you couldn't even comprehend. Goes so deep you think you will tear up the middle....and orgasm at the same time."

"....Stop." Bree groaned "Please stop...."

"Awe....is someone thinking about Terence right now?" Natalie purred. "Thinking about that huge cock making her see god and forget all about my tiny dicked brother? He will never know...come with me now. We will tell them we are going to get more drinks and together, we can suck the biggest, thickest, longest cock you have ever seen."

"STOP!" Bree yelled and shoved Natalie away. "He's your brother and I love him!" Bree snapped and then a rage flared in her eyes. "And what kind of girl do you think I am? The kind who is going to abandon love because you dangle imaginary cock in front of my face? I hate to break this to you bitch, but your brother has a beautiful cock and I LOVE sucking it."

Natalie stared at the woman in shock and watched as Bree shoved past her and stormed away. Shortly after this they left. Michael and Bree said goodbye to everyone, Bree gave Natalie the cold shoulder, but Michael just smiled. It was a quite drive home for the most part until halfway back Bree turned to him and smiled. "You have a wonderful family." She didn't want to insult his sister this soon after meeting her.

"So do you baby." Michael said softly.

"Do you love me?" Bree asked in a whisper.

"You know I do, why?" He asked her.

"The Nevada line is near Riverside right?" she asked.

"It's about 40 minutes from there yeah." He answered. "Why?"

"And Las Vegas....how far is that from home?" She asked looking out the window.

Michael's mouth suddenly got dry and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. She couldn't be thinking what he thinks she's thinking could she? "....about three hours."

"After talking to your sister....and you with my dad it made me realize....I don't want to wait anymore." She said softly and looked over at him. "What would you think about going to Vegas tonight....and getting married?"

"Bree are you serious?" He asked in a whisper. "Get married?"

"Yeah...." Bree suddenly took on that look of uncertainty when she thought he was backing out of an agreement or didn't like something she said. "...But we don't have to."

"I know we don't have to." Michael said softly. "But marriage Bree.....I mean...."

"It's what Ceana and Mungan never got." She said quickly and then blushed. "And I don't have to wait, I know who I wart to spend the rest of my life with."

"Tell you what." Mike pulled the car off the highway onto one of the dirt roads and parked. He handed her his cell phone and smiled. "Call your mom and dad. If they agree....let's go."

"You mean it?!" Bree squealed and kissed him a way she had never kissed him before. It was deep and searching. She had filled it with love, hope and all of her dreams for their future. She tried her hardest to make it a "Bride" kiss.

Bree took the phone and got out of the car. The ran had was still falling and through the opened windows he could hear her talking to her mom.

"Mom....listen you met Michael and you liked him right?....he's great I know! And Bianca loves him....we want to go Vegas and get married. MOM! MOM! Calm down....it was my idea!....yes momma my idea. Because I love him and I don't want to wait anymore. I want to be his wife."

Michael found himself smiling while she said this, and that part of him that would always be Mungan felt a single tear run down his face. "....finally" he whispered.

"Oh! Thank you momma! Thank you!....oh....hi daddy.....mom told you? Yes, I understand it's sudden Daddy. But you liked him! His world remember?....I don't believe he would lie to me daddy, there are things you don't understand."

Michael found he was holding his breath now. Marriage was always something he wanted with Bree someday, but he suddenly found that now that she was ready, it was something he wanted now. Something he wanted so desperately he could taste it.

"Daddy please I didn't ask for your help with school or with any of the times the boys hurt me. Please Daddy, Michael won't marry me unless you agree....Yes! He said that! He won't marry me without yours and mom's blessing....because that's the kind of man he is daddy and I love him for it! REALLY?! Oh thank you daddy! Thank you Daddy!"

Bree didn't walk to the car, she ran. She didn't get in, she actually launched herself across the passenger seat and threw her arms around me. Her lips mashed into mine and we shared a kiss as passionate as we ever had. Once she broke the kiss she screamed happily. "They agreed! They said yes baby!"

"Really?!" Michael said in disbelief. "They said yes!"

"Drive!" She ordered and slid back into her seat slamming the door. "Drive and don't stop until we make the Vegas city limits."

"Such a hurry?" Michael asked.

"I will not wait another day." Bree said fiercely and he knew that it was both Ceana and Bree talking. "I will not wait another day to be your wife. I won't!"

And so he drove. As he drove he called Jonathan and told him to get in the car and head for Vegas. He didn't care which nerd girl was in his bed, if he wanted to be at his best friends wedding, he would be there.

Bree called Veronica, but she didn't answer so she left her a message. The only stop they made on their way to Vegas was for gas.

-Part 5-

She never asked for this....god help her.

The week after Veronica made the deal with Charles had been normal enough, even pleasurable. She blew him twice that week and took a brutal fucking that she loved every minute of. Then Charles began to take her to the Death Hawk Club house. That wasn't too bad at first, she fucked multiple guys, but they were never too brutal or too dirty.

Then Charles fucked her virgin ass without lube or mercy. She screamed for mercy and for him to stop but he didn't. By the time Veronica realized she was in trouble she was being gang banged by the entire club house. They unloaded their cum in her mouth, on her face, inside her pussy and more often than not in her ass. Every time her ass would begin to heal from the wounds Charles had inflicted, a new guy would brutalize it and open them back up.

Charles ordered her to tell Bree and Michael that she had made a mistake and was happy for them. He would fuck her brutally and then send her to see the couple. She would see them so happy, so content and become more bitter. More angry. Why did they get to be happy while she was being raped, sometimes gang raped everyday?

When Ronnie began to report how happy Bree and Michael were, Charles would get even more brutal. That was the first night he hit her. He back handed her across the face and she fell chest first across the bar. She tried to scramble away, but he grabbed her hair and he took her ass in front of the whole bar while she cried and begged him to stop.

Every night she would masturbate gently and moan out Michael's name and over time she began to hate Bree. When she told Charles this, he began to get more gentle with her. So, she used it to her advantage. Every time he went to take her ass, or allow his friends to gang rape her, he would tell her about some horrible thing she wanted to do to Bree. He would take her somewhere private and fuck her slow and deep while she told him all about it.

If you asked Veronica when she crossed the point of no return, it was when she had brought a young girl, 20 years old, drunk from a friends party to the club house. She was Bree's height and she had cut

The half unconscious girls hair in that same ascending pattern. She watched while Charles took her into his room, locked the door and raped her with a viciousness he never assaulted Ronnie with. Ronnie realized then, if he was raping girls and picturing Bree he wasn't hurting her. So, she found him girls.

She would find them drunk, or high on some drug and they would take them to out of the way places they could never find again when they sobered up and Charles would brutalize them. They would cry and he would hit them. They would beg for him to stop and he would hit them. He would only stop when they agreed they belonged to him and would not see anyone else. I didn't understand it, but he seemed to need that.

The week before Thanksgiving it had gone a step too far and Veronica knew she should run. She found the girl, she was 21 and drinking with friends at the bar. When she went to walk home alone, staggering and barely knowing her own name Veronica offered to drive her. She drove her to a abandoned cabin out in the San Bernardino National forest. She watched while Charles did his thing, but this girl fought hard.

Veronica felt herself suddenly get scared. She told the girl not to fight. To just give in, but she fought anyway. Charles became infuriated and it wasn't about sex anymore. He broke her arm and asked her if she remembered that pain. Veronica wanted to throw up as he beat the poor girl to a pulp. He told her to dump the body somewhere.

Veronica in a panic began to force feed the woman alcohol, which proved to be her only saving grace. She wrapped her in a blanket she found at the cabin and drove her to a hospital. Veronica dragged her out of the back seat and laid her in front of the ER entrance. As she drove away she realized she was in trouble. Thankfully the girl was so drunk she only remembered the man and a vague description of him at best.

The night of Thanksgiving she had been shared, gently, by four Hawks. Gang Banged for the fourth time in a week. She was tired, she was sore and she was suddenly tired of being a whore. She had loved it before all of this had happened. When Chad, Marcus or any of the others fucked her she had screamed for more, but now that she was being raped, gang raped, passed around, gang banged and being run trains on all she wanted was the safety Michael offered that she had always taken for granted. Michael wouldn't have asked her to do any of this, or anything the other men she cheated on him with would have. When she realized what she had lost she cried for the first time genuine remorseful tears and promised she would be faithful to him when she got him back.

It was just after ten when she got the call from Jonathan explaining about Bree and Michael's surprise wedding. She marched from the bathroom where she had been cleaning up from the gang bang into Charles's room where he was throat fucking a 30 something brunette who she could tell from the look on her face wanted nothing more then for him to stop.

Charles looked up at her and snarled. "Unless you want another ass ripping bitch get out."

"Bree and Michael are on their way to Vegas to get married. RIGHT NOW" She screamed.

"What?!" Charles snarled and shoved the brunette's head off. The girl shot Veronica a grateful look and fled, but now Charles's hate filled eyes were on her. "Start talking now whore."

"Stop." Veronica snapped and then whimpered when Charles shot up from the bed. "Our deal is over

now. Either Michael gets married and I lose him forever or we do this and I get him back. Either way, my part is done."

"My....what a smart little gash you are." He purred, then reached out and grabbed her hair snapping her head back. "Listen to me bitch. You were nothing more then a amusement. So your going to that wedding."

"I am?!" Veronica asked In a whimper at the pain in her neck.

"Yes...." Charles released her hair and walked to his dresser. He pulled out two pills from the dresser and held them in his palm. "And your going to put two of these in his drink...." And then he showed two other pills in his other hand. "And two of these in hers."

"Will they hurt them?" She asked weakly.

"Nope." He held up the hand with Bree's pulls higher. "These will make her sick, just sick enough to leave the reception alone."

"And the others?" Veronica asked a sudden fear in sinking into her.

"A stronger form of Rohypnol." Charles answered. "Once he has taken these you will have a couple of waiters help you help him up to his room, but you will take them to your room."

"My room?" Veronica asked.

"Shut up." Charles hissed. "This is important. When you get him upstairs you will call my cell phone and leave your phone on speaker sitting on the night stand next to the bed."

"Okay..." Veronica whispered and waited for him to finish.

"You will fuck him Veronica, like you always wanted and on that phone, where mine will be on speaker he will have to listen to me rape his precious Bree!" Charles snarled. "He will have to listen to every plea. Every cry. Every scream and he will be so drugged he won't be able to help. He will wake up the next morning with no memory of these events."

"And Bree?" Veronica whispered in horror. "What about her?"

"After he passes out from the drugs, I will shut the phone off and spent the entire night with her." Charles answered with a insane glee shining in his eyes.

"Oh my god...." Veronica whispered and put her hands to her mouth. The other girls, she herself included, only had to deal with an hour, maybe a tiny bit more with him. "The whole night? Why?!"

"Because when I am done with her, she will walk up to Michael and break up with him. Tell him she never wants to see him again and then pull out my cock and suck it right in front of him." Charles whispered and she could see his cock starting to come to life. "And I will blast my cum in her face and she will thank me, because she will remember the hours of torture I will inflict on her if she refuses."

Veronica stared at him in shock. She hated Bree, she had taken everything from Veronica and had the

nerve to play like she had a happy life, but she wouldn't wish this on her worst enemy. "...And what if I can't?"

"Then you will be the one to spent the night with me." Charles snarled.

Veronica quickly nodded and turned running out of the clubhouse. She got into her car and began her drive to Vegas. She understood it all suddenly. The deal. The rapes. The gang rapes. The way she had been systematically trained by this evil man. It was all for this moment. She pulled off to the side of the road and began to cry into the steering wheel. "I'm so sorry Bree...I am so so sorry....but I can't let him do it to me. Oh god what have I done...."

She wailed into the wheel. She knew she would do this and not for Michael. She wasn't sure if she would be able to look at him when this was done. She would do this because of her training. Because she was terrified of what Charles will do to her if she fails. Bree had always been her friend, her best friend. Even when she fucked up and cheated on Michael, Bree convinced him to give her a chance to work it out. Michael had chosen Bree, but Bree was a friend even when it hurt her, and now she was going to betray her to a life of torture and pain.

"Please forgive me Bree...Michael I am so sorry. Please god...if your listening....let someone find a way to stop him before he can hurt them....because I can't stop it....dear god...I am going to help him."



Converging Destinies Ch. 06



Chapter 6.

Drugs, Betrayal and Redemption.

Michael and Bree's world is finally taking shape. They have finally met the families of the other and been accepted. On the way home Bree asked Michael if he would go to Vegas and marry her. He told her only if her parents agreed and they did. Now, they are driving to Vegas to get married with Jonathan and Veronica going to meet them. Charles McEntire, the reincarnated husband of Ceana had set his sights on their wedding night to reclaim his reborn wife. Can the two overcome this new threat or will their past repeat itself?

-Part 6-

At a crossroads between heaven and hell....

It was just after midnight when Bree and Michael crossed the Las Vegas city limits. As soon as they passed the city limits they stopped at the nearest Hotel/Casino. They did this because the ATM's in the casino's have no limit to what you can pull out. First Michael pulled out what he had in his savings, which wasn't much. He had saved money from working as a waiter in his first year of college and then this year when I began working for the San Diego University. He helped a professor of theology translate ancient texts. He was cheaper then a professional, but nearly as good.

Bree hit it next and removed her entire savings from 2 years as a nurse. Together they had just a hair under eight thousand dollars. They texted Jonathan and Veronica and asked them to meet the happy couple at the Mirage. Once they all met Bree and Michael paid for three rooms for the three of them and told them they would get married tomorrow.

Bree noticed immediately that Veronica looked like hell. She refused to meet either of their eyes, she refused to talk more then was absolutely necessary, she had black circles under her eyes and in the short cut shirt she wore her large breasts were covered in bruises, bite marks and hickeys. After Michael checked them all in and gave Jonathan his room key Bree told him she would meet him upstairs.

Once the boys were gone and Veronica tried to flee from being alone with the woman Bree grabbed her by the wrist to stop her. "Ronnie, what is going on."

"I....don't know what your talking about." Ronnie said quickly.

"You won't look at me. You barely talk to me. Your covered in sexual marks." Then Bree's eyes widened and she whispered. "A...re you and Michael sleeping together again?"

For a moment Veronica almost told her they were and if she loved Michael she would leave now. Leave San Diego tonight and never come back, but she knew what Charles would do if she did that, so she just shook her head. "Of course not. He loves you."

"....Are you okay with this?" Bree whispered. "I know you still have feelings for him. I don't want to hurt you."

Veronica looked up into her deep blue eyes and swore to herself. Why couldn't I hate you? She wondered to herself in misery. "....I am fine with it Bree. I messed up and ruined it. I cheated on him, not the

other way around. You love him, your good to him."

Bree smiled and hugged Veronica but all Ronnie wanted to do was cry and tell her to run. Bree pulled back and looked into her long time friends eyes. "Why are you putting up with a guy who would do this to you. I know your angry Ronnie and I know you think you deserve to be punished for what happened between you and Michael but you don't deserve to be hurt and beaten this way."

"No one does." Ronnie whispered. "I ended it. I won't have to do that anymore now.....Bree will you do something for me?"

"Of course hon!" Bree said with a wide smile.

"Remember...." Veronica looked down and whispered. "I am so sorry. I didn't have a choice."

"It's okay! All is forgiven!" Bree, of course, thought she meant trying to get Michael back. "And now I have one for you."

Damn you Bree, why do you have to be so nice? She thought but smiled and nodded. "Will you be my maid of honor?"

"Yes." Veronica cried and then turned and ran. She couldn't face her anymore. Bree just smiled and thought it was the nerves.

Bree and Michael agreed not to have sex that night, to save it for their wedding. They did take the time to call family, even this late and tell them to get to Vegas. Bree's parents were ecstatic they were waiting so they could be thee and Michael's were just as happy. They fell asleep in each other's arms that night for what they thought would be the last time as a unmarried couple.

Veronica spent the night in her room in the bathtub. She bathed to get all the men off and out of her. Then she tried to sleep in a comfortable bed, but all she could do was lay there and cry. She knew she didn't have a choice, but that poor blond woman Charles had almost killed kept flashing through her mind, but instead she saw Bree crying and begging for someone to help her. Even to this day she wondered why she didn't call the police, but she had just been so scared.

Jonathan spent most of the night in the Casino, and even did relatively well. He was a thousand dollars up when one of the waitress's got off work. A one night stand later he fell asleep alone. He dreamed of marriage and happiness. The night before the wedding for Jonathan was absolutely perfect.

The next morning they all woke up early and headed out to get the wedding started. As they walked through the lobby of the Mirage Veronica saw Charles sitting at a slot machine watching them and looked down. She didn't want to think about this, not yet. They found a affordable dress for Bree for just over a thousand dollars. Jonathan and Michael rented Tux's and Veronica rented a dress.

Michael and Bree decided on a wedding at a small wedding chapel that had flowers on site and it's own photographer on staff. The family filed in at around 2 P.M and the wedding got underway. Michael stood by the priest surrounded by white roses and felt suddenly both nervous and scared at the same time. Those feelings however faded when the music started. They turned to panic. That emotion however changed when he saw Bree in her beautiful white dress being walked down the aisle by her father. It changed to bliss.

With Jonathan by Michael's side and Veronica by Bree's Michael and Bree said their vows. The nervousness fell away as they said these words and when the priest told him he could kiss his bride he stared into Bree's eyes.

"It's hundreds of years overdue my love." Bree whispered.

"And I would have waited a hundred more just for you." Michael whispered and the two kissed. It was meant to be a chaste kiss but it quickly turned into a deep and passionate kiss that got cat calls from both sides of the family. Even though it was a bit childish, Michael still couldn't help but grin.

All in all the wedding had set them back eleven hundred dollars. Jonathan had taken care of the reception the night before. All Michael had to do was pay for it. When they all got back to the Mirage the banquet hall was all laid out. Or well, half of it anyway. Champagne, a open bar and a plate of steak for the small number of guests who came.

The moment of truth came for Veronica as everyone got their champagne. She sat next to Bree listening to Jonathan talking about Michael when he was younger. That was when she saw Charles staring at her through the open door and at that moment she could feel the pain of her ass tearing. She blinked back tears and when Everyone put their faces in their hands at a very off color joke she dropped the two pills in Bree's drink and then the two others in Michael's. Charles smiled at her and nodded before disappearing once again.

The effects of this pill was almost instant. It must have been a quick dissolve capsule because she became paler and paler by the second. She leaned over and Veronica could hear her and Michael speaking.

"Baby....I don't feel good all of a sudden." She whispered.

"Want me to take you upstairs babe?" Michael asked with concern.

"No." Bree said and held her mouth over her hand. "Oh god....I'm gonna be sick....stay honey, make sure everyone has fun. Come up and see me when it's done."

Michael nodded, gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and then turned to Jonathan. "Make sure she gets upstairs okay."

"You got it brother." Jonathan said.

As Jonathan led Bree out of the room holding her dress up in case she needed to cover her mouth Michael stood up and announced to the people that Bree was under the weather and it shocked him when her own mother yelled out. "So, THAT'S why you two got married." Even Michael had to laugh at that.

The drugs in Michael's system lasted long enough for the wedding reception to end and he said goodbye to everyone. Veronica sat next to him looking down at her hands thinking through this whole thing. One the last guess had filed out ten minutes later he turned to her and took her hands. "Veronica, thank you."

"....For what?" She asked in misery. She knew where all of this was headed and should be happy. She was going to get him back. So why did she fill dirty?

"For being here for Bree." And then finally he told her the whole story. The dreams, who he and Bree thought they were, Ceana and Mungan and what happened to them, all of it.

"Oh god...." She whispered in horror. "Michael come with me....hurry!"

She ran through the banquet hall with Michael on her heels. She just kept saying "Please god don't let it be too late."

She ran into the bathroom and when he stopped behind her she turned. "Do you trust me?"

"Ronnie what's g..." Michael started but Veronica grabbed his shirt and shook him.

"Bree is in terrible danger!" She snapped. "Michael, if you love her and if you ever loved me....trust me please!" She knew this was a sudden change of emotion, and she hoped that the urgency in her voice was enough to get his attention.

"....Okay. What do I have to do?" He asked.

"Throw up." She commanded. "Right now! Multiple times."

"Why?!" He said in shock.

"DAMNIT DO IT!" Ronnie snarled. "Bree will get raped if you don't!"

"Veronica what are you talking about?" Michael asked confused.

"Michael please listen to me I think....I think that guy you talked about...Eonan...i think he is here too! Now dammit do it!"

Michael didn't have to be told twice. He turned and ran into a stall. He still had the pen in his pocket from when he signed the marriage document and he shoved the blunt end of that into the back of his throat. The reaction was instant. He threw up loud three hard times and then he did it again and again three large torrents erupted. Just to be safe he did it a third time and by the end of the third time he was dry heaving nothing.

He noticed immediately a green substance that looked alarming like medication that was starting to liquefy mixed in with the champagne and steak. He stood back up, didn't even bother to wash his face and walked for the door. "Michael....don't hate me."

Michael didn't turn but he did stop, briefly. "You drugged me."

"Yes!" She said the misery clear in her tone.

"And all the bruises and bite marks are because of this man." He said tersely. "And you were scared he'd hurt you more."

"Yes. There is more and I will tell it all when you stop him." She promised. "I will never speak to you two again if you don't want, but go!"

"Veronica, leave the hotel." Michael said suddenly. "Call my mom, you know her number. Tell her I said to hide you in her hotel room until I call.....and if I don't call Veronica run. Go the cops with what you know, but don't let Bree end up with him."

"I promise!" She said firmly then turned to leave. Before she left she turned to look at him. The eyes which he had loved so much once upon a time were filled with tears and pain. "I am so sorry Michael. I didn't know...i didn't know Bree would be in danger. I only wanted you."

Michael watched her turn and leave with a single thought running through his mind. 'You had me Ronnie, but this is where we belong.' He then took off running for the elevator and that wait was the longest of his life. He wasn't about to let panic make him run up thirty floors. This was faster and he needed his strength. At that moment, not knowing if she was safe, if he had failed her again, he was stuck as a cross roads between heaven and hell.

-Part 6-

Sometimes you cannot control fate, even if you want to.

Jonathan walked Bree to the elevator and almost had to carry her from it to her room. When they got into her room she turned and looked at him, looking more pale with each passing second. Her eyes however were intense. "If you tell anyone about this....I will hunt you down Jonathan."

"That you were sick? I think they know honey." Jon said softly.

"Not that!" And then she began to strip off her wedding dress. "You saw me naked only once. You got it?"

"Once." He agreed and actually turned around, which made Bree smile.

She stripped off her gown and laid it on the bed. She had just enough time after that to make it to the bathroom before she was violently sick. As she was throwing up someone knocked on the door. "Get...that please." She gasped and threw up again, but she was already feeling better.

"Michael probably doesn't have a key." Jon said with a grin.

Bree heard him open the door and gasp out "Wha...." before she heard the sounds of flesh on bone, a like when Michael had attacked Chad.

"......Jon?" She called and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. She was still a bit dizzy and her legs seemed to be weak. She could hear the sound of weak whimpers, whispered cries of protest and what sounded like someone kicking a bag.

"...w...why?" She heard Jon whisper. "...St...p...ple...ase...."

Bree used the tub to pull herself up and staggered to the door. What she saw threatened to make her vomit again. Jonathan was lying on the floor a few feet from the door. His face was covered in blood and he had what looked like bloody boot prints on his face. His eyes were open and staring blankly. "B....ree......r.....un.......D....an......ger......"

After he finished those words, his eyes closed and he breathed out a deep labored breath. A breath she remembered from her dreams. Mungan had made that same breath. He said 'I love you always' and then breathed that breath.

She staggered to the bed, where the hotel phone and her pants with her cell phone were, but before she could reach either one someone hit her from behind and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced and ended up on her back staring up at a red haired biker she had seen multiple times before.

"....What do you want?" She asked in fright and tried to cover up. Here she was in front of a crazed stranger in a pair of white boy shorts, a white lace bra, white high heels, white stockings and her garter belt. When he leaned forward she screamed and he laughed.

"Go ahead and scream. Remember what the Mirage did? They gave you this whole floor and half the ring below you. No one can hear you." He taunted. "And you will scream enough by the end of this."

"Michael will stop you!" She whimpered.

"Sorry to disappoint you beautiful, but Michael is busy being heavily drugged." Charles taunted. "And being ridden hard by Veronica here shortly."

"Michael wouldn't do that!" She yelled. "He loves me."

"Like Mungan did?" Charles hissed.

Bree's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "Eonan...." She whispered in horror. "No....No! NO!"

"Oh yes baby." Charles hissed and pulled off his leather vest. "Do you remember your last wedding night? Because I do."

Bree was shaking now. She remembered it as well. Eonan hadn't wanted to be gentle. He had raped her viciously as she cried and begged him to be gentle. ".....Please you don't have to do this." She rasped. She could feel her chest tightening as the fear began to grip her very soul. All she could do, was cry and stare at him in horror.

"But I do." Charles whispered. "You killed yourself rather then be with me. We have another chance now. And this time, I won't let you kill yourself. You are destined to be with me."

"Please!" Bree began to curl up as the memories flooded her. "You had me once....it's over. I am his now."

"You are mine!" Charles screamed. "Always! You belong to me! To hell with Veronica. I am not waiting!"

Bree screamed as he grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She tried to fight, but a single back hand knocked her onto her back and she heard and felt her panties tear off. "Baby please..." she pleaded. "You promised.....please..."

"I promised." Charles nodded. "That if you tried to leave, I would make it a hundred times worse. I promised."

"No..." She whimpered and began to struggle, but at the same time shielded her face as best she could. "You promised me! Please baby! I need you! Michael!!!" She screamed.

She felt the blow to the stomach and felt the breath leave her lungs. She felt and heard the fabric of her bra rip and come free. Like with Chad, but this time Michael really was with Veronica, against his will and drugged. She was Eonan's again and he would make sure she didn't forget it.

As she heard the belt of his pants begin to come undone, the doorbell on the door rang. He looked

down at her and snarled. "If you so much as make a sound, I will kill whoever it is like I did his friend."

Bree whimpered and nodded. It was over. The past was repeating itself. At least she had married Michael, she would hold on to that.

Charles crossed the room and looked through the peep hole. A man stood with his face covered by a huge basket of roses. "We are busy." Charles snarled.

"I have orders to bring these into the room sir. I have to, hotel policy." The man said.

"Fine, but make it quick." Charles growled and pulled the door open.

The flowers flew out of the man's hands and slammed into his face. He staggered back and got his bearings just as a right hand slammed into the left side of his face. He staggered backwards again, but when Michael swung again he ducked under it and drove a hard punch into Michael's stomach doubling him over.

"Oh, I am going to enjoy making you watch." Charles snarled.

He swung again with such force that it would have knocked Michael clean out but his punch sailed wide when someone grabbed his leg and threw him off balance. Charles looked down to see Jonathan, weak and barely breathing had grabbed his leg. Charles pulled his leg free and stomped down on the chunky man's face as hard as he could.

Michael heard the sound of something in his friends face break and screamed. "NO!" then tackled Charles. Bree screamed when the two came into view and watched as Michael and Charles rolled around on the floor.

Charles threw Michael off, but he when Michael hit the ground he rolled back and popped back to his feet. Charles came up fast and pulled a large buck knife from the sheath at his side. "I am going to gut you like a pig, and then I am going to take what's mine." For a split second Michael wished he had brought some kind of a weapon.

"You won't ever touch her again." Michael growled and at that moment it was like playing football. Charles stood his full height so Michael rushed him, dropped down at the last second and slammed his shoulder into Charles's stomach and chest. He felt the wind leave the big biker and felt the searing heat from the blade slicing across his shoulder.

The hotel had left the balcony doors open, for the newlyweds could enjoy standing on the balcony overlooking the strip. Michael charged out to the doors leading to the balcony and then launched Charles as hard as he could. Charles hit the sliding glass doors between the room and the balcony and then disappeared over with a scream.

Michael fell to his knees and his hand went to his shoulder. The next thing he knew Bree was there with her arms around his neck and holding him tight to her. "You came!" She cried. "When it really mattered....Oh god Michael thank you baby!"




Converging Destinies Ch. 06



"He will never hurt you again." He whispered and then looked into her eyes. "You hear me Ceana?"

Her lip began to quiver and he knew she had heard it. And somewhere, she had understood it. Bree nodded and laid her head on his shoulder and began to cry. At that moment the door of the room exploded inward and three Vegas cops ran into the room with guns drawn. Standing behind them was Veronica.

"Wait! Don't shoot!" She cried. "That's her husband!"

"Where is the man who was going to attack her?" The officer closest to them asked sharply.

Michael nodded to the broken glass door. The officer ran over and looked down. Another officer knelt down by Jonathan and yelled. "He's alive, I have a pulse!"

They called for a paramedic and Michael handed Bree his tux top as she had been stripped naked. Jonathan was rushed from the room and the police took their statements. By the time the process was over it was well into the night and both of them were completely beat. Michael had blatantly refused medical attention.

Just before the last officer left he turned at the door to look at the young newlywed couple sitting on the bed. He saw the way Michael held Bree, so protective, so close. "He won't bother you again." He officer said softly.

"What?" Bree asked.

"As a cop, I shouldn't be doing this....but...." The officer smiled and added. "Your husband killed him Miss. He won't hurt you again."

"He won't...." Bree whispered but couldn't finish her sentence. She simply buried her head in Michael's shoulder and cried.

Bree slept that night better then she ever had. She laid with her head on Michael's shoulder and didn't move. It took Michael a bit longer to get to sleep. He relived over and over what had happened and though he regretted what happened he would have done it again in a heartbeat. Still, you don't take a man's life and think it won't effect you.

When Michael finally fell asleep the dream begin, for both of them. Michael had no sooner closed his eyes then he opened then into the sunshine of ancient Scotland. He looked down and expected to see the body of Mungan, actually happy that he was seeing him again, but he saw the tux pants and his bare stomach. He looked over and saw Bree, standing next to him in her wedding gown.

"...Michael?" She whispered and grabbed his hand.

"Why are we here?" He asked.

That was answered by two figures who came over the closest knoll hand in hand. Ceana and Mungan and both of them were so happy they seemed to be glowing. Her straight blond hair shined in the afternoon sun. She wore a little dress that blew around in the wind. Mungan wore a kilt type pair of bottoms and a white cloth shirt that was opened at the chest.

"....but you died." Bree whispered in shock. Michael didn't know Mungan had died, Bree had never told him. Though he understood why he had stopped dreaming of him.

had stopped dreaming.

"Aye." Mungan said with a smile.

"But how are we here?" Michael asked.

"Your dreaming." Ceana answered with a wide smile. "Even reborn, you are handsome my love."

"And you...." Mungan said looking at Bree. "You are beautiful."

"Why are you here?" Michael and Bree asked at the same moment.

"To say goodbye." Ceana whispered and smiled. "You gave us peace."

"Eonan was stopped this time." Mungan added. "We are finally together and at peace."

"Thank you My Love." Mungan whispered to Bree.

"Thank you My Love." Ceana whispered to Michael.

"Be good to each other." Ceana added.

Michael and Bree sat bolt up in bed and looked at each other. They each knew that they wouldn't dream of Ceana and Mungan again. That part of their lives was over. As Bree slid on top of him for a deep soul searching kiss they just celebrated their lives together, as she pulled off the tux top exposing her firm, round breasts to his searching hands. As his lips slid down her throat to circle her nipple she sighed happily. They were finally, after all this time, free.

They knew then what most people don't learn in their entire lives. If your lucky you get to live with the one you love. If your really lucky, you get to save and redeem the ones you love and if your really, really lucky, you can set your past to rest so they can finally, be free.