HIS LONELY HEART - PART 2
Previously…
“Well, the kids are in their bedroom Red. I think there’s hope for that boy,” said Bo.
“Of course there is. He’s your son,” said Nora.
Bo leaned over and they exchanged a quick kiss.
“We’re going fishing this weekend,” said Bo.
“That’s good. You know I think he hangs around Asa way too much…” said Nora.
“I agree Red. So what do you say…you want some ice cream?” grinned Bo.
Nora leaned into Bo and began kissing him – teasing his lips with soft tender kisses, “Nah…let’s skip the ice cream…”
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The Next Day…
Bo walked down the halls of Llanview General. A kidnapping suspect had been brought in with a gunshot wound and he wanted to make sure his cops were doing a good job. He also wanted to make sure that if the suspect was up for questioning, Det. West was on it.
As his mind went over a million checklists of what he should or shouldn’t do. He bumped into someone and looked up.
“Watch were you’re going Buchanan!” came an angry voice.
Bo looked up. Todd Manning stood before him, holding his arm, his sleeve up, revealing a bandage around his elbow.
“How you doing Todd? What’s up with your arm?” said Bo firmly, mildly interested.
Todd smiled smugly, “My son’s clotting supplies were getting low so I had to donate some more blood. And you know I hate needles.”
“I hope Trevor is okay,” said Bo sincerely.
“Well, tell your son to stop hitting him,” said Todd testily.
“Brady ain’t gonna’ hit your boy no more,” said Bo firmly.
“He ain’t gonna hit my daughter is he?” spat Todd.
Bo grabbed the lapels of Todd’s shirt, “My son…will not hit or hurt or touch your daughter!”
Todd shoved him off, “Your son puts my son in the hospital on a monthly basis! And my daughter! My daughter is a good kid. I don’t want to see her ever hurt!”
“I don’t want to see your daughter hurt either. You know if this play stuff bothers you so much Manning why don’t you tell Taylor not to do the play?” asked Bo.
Todd made a face, “Taylor wants to do it and…it’s not my place to tell her no. Why don’t you tell your son not to do it?”
“Same reasons Manning,” said Bo crossing his arms, “Now, I gotta’ go…”
“I’m warning you Buchanan – you’re son so much as lays on hand on my daughter…” started Todd.
“Ironic Manning – how protective you are over your daughter…did you think about that all those years ago?” said Bo raising an eyebrow.
Todd sneered at him and walked off.
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Llanview High…
Brady Buchanan bolted out of his last class with purpose. He went to his locker, put his books up and grabbed his playbook.
“Hey Brady,” said his buddy Billy Martin, “Where you going? Are we going to hang out at the quad?”
“Nah, Billy…I got that play,” said Brady locking up his locker.
“You in a play. Can’t see you as “Romeo” Buchanan,” grinned Bill.
Brady shrugged his shoulders and walked off toward the school’s auditorium. Bill kept pace with Brady.
“There’s a reason for this man…a girl perhaps…?”said Bill grinning.
Brady rolled his eyes and kept walking.
“Who’s got the lead?” grinned Bill.
“Taylor Manning,” said Brady evenly, careful not to betray his emotions.
Bill laughed, “Oh, I get it now. It’s part of your plan to screw with the Mannings…”
“Whatever. They are so easy to pick on,” said Brady. They walked in front of the auditorium and stopped.
Bill patted Brady’s arm, “I bet she’s a good kisser man. That’ll really piss off her brother. The one that won’t bleed to death - watching her kiss you!” Bill laughed and walked off. Brady grinned. Taylor was a very good kisser. And Tyler Manning, football hero did not scare him. He walked into the auditorium and sat down on the stage with his legs overhanging the stage. Slowly the cast filtered in and so did the director, a teacher, Mr. Mervin.
Brady took a big breath as he impatiently waited for Taylor to walk in. Taylor Manning with hazel eyes. She’s got hazel eyes… He looked away from the door trying not to look obvious. His eyes looked up and she walked in accompanied by her brother – Trevor. The sick and lame one. She wore a short dark blue skirt down to her knees and casual beige long sleeve top. She wore a necklace. A necklace with a simple cross. Her hair fell down to her shoulders. As she approached the stage, she threw her coat and books in a chair. Brady tried to make it look like he wasn’t staring as Taylor and Trevor walked up.
“She’s enticing…so enticing…”
Trevor paused and put a hand on Taylor’s shoulder, “I don’t think I should leave you alone with that.”
Taylor laughed, “Trev, I can take care of myself…”
“Her laughter…it’s rich…so rich…”
“You heard her,” said Brady crossing his arms looking down at Trevor and Taylor, “Certainly you can’t take care of her.”
“Shut up Brady!” said Taylor firmly turning her eyes on him.
“She’s full of fire…so full…”
“See, I shouldn’t…” started Trevor.
“I’ll be fine. Now go. Rehearsal will be over at four-thirty,” said Taylor.
Trevor squeezed her arm, turned around and hesitantly walked off.
“C’Mon Taylor! Brady! Time to get serious!” yelled Mr. Mervin.
Brady smirked, got up and held out his hand to Taylor.
Look at me damn it! Look at me! Smile…
She turned to him meeting him smirk for smirk.
“Take my hand Taylor,” said Brady evenly, “I’ll help you up.”
Taylor hesitantly held up her hand and grinned at him, With a heave Brady helped her up to the stage.
Brady thought rehearsal had gone by quickly and they only rehearsed the first scenes before “Romeo” and “Juliet” meet. He was disappointed that he didn’t have scenes with her – yet.
Four-thirty came though and Taylor was surprised when her brother didn’t show up on time. Brady allowed himself to linger. Taylor gathered her books and paced while waiting for Trevor.
“Waiting for your brother? I can give you a ride home…” said Brady.
“I’ll wait for Trevor,” said Taylor firmly.
“Okay…I’ll wait with you…”
“Why?” she spat.
“So you won’t be alone,” he answered.
“Oh. Sorry,” she said, “I’m too judgmental.”
Brady shrugged his shoulders.
“Especially with you. Maybe I should be too judgmental…” said Taylor looking at him.
Brady’s eyes softened.
C’Mon…give me a chance!
“I won’t hurt you…” he started.
“No – you’ll just…” started Taylor mesmerized by him.
“What?” he asked walking into her personal space.
“…kiss me,” finished Taylor.
Yes!! She wants me!!
He looked down at her intensely, “That’s what you want? To kiss you again?”
Her eyes!! Her eyes are so damn…hazel!!
Taylor bit her lip, “No.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said lowering his voice.
“So?” She crossed her arms in front of her.
“You don’t have a boyfriend either…”
“Maybe I don’t want one…” she said firmly.
“It’s lonely…in my world…” he admitted drinking in every fiber of her being.
“You make it that way…” she whispered.
He leaned in and put his hard lips on hers – slowly kissing her…letting his lips linger on hers – her soft lips. She backed away and collected her breath.
“Don’t kiss me again. I’m not “Juliet Capulet,” said Taylor firmly.
He put his hand on her arm, drawing her into him again – finding her gaze – staring intently into her eyes, and Taylor returned his gaze…
She’s intoxicating…so damn intoxicating…
“Let go of my sister!” said Trevor bolting into the auditorium.
Brady let go of her arm and stepped away, intensely looking at her.
Trevor walked up to her, “You okay? Sorry I’m late. You know how Terri is…”
“I’m fine Trevor. Let’s go,” said Taylor.
“I’ll see you tomorrow Taylor,” said Brady sneering at Trevor.
“Tomorrow Buchanan,” said Taylor walking off.
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Bo and Nora’s house, late that night…
Bo Buchanan walked into his bedroom after a hard day at the office. He had just come from talking with Brady. The conversation was simple. Fish. They’d been talking about fish. And he was looking forward to going with Brady in a few days up to the lodge. But he noticed something – Brady didn’t seem as closed up as he usually was. Something had happened to him. A girl perhaps? Yeah…maybe Brady met a girl and wasn’t ready to talk about her yet.
“Oh, Bo…” came a voice.
He looked toward the bathroom. Soft light filtered into the bedroom from the bathroom. Bo grinned.
“Red. You in there?” asked Bo taking off his jacket and throwing it on a chair.
“Yep. Hurry up, will you?”
He loosened his collar and walked into the bathroom. He took one look at Nora and grinned. Nora was in the antique bathtub surrounded by water and bubbles. Two candles burned on the shelf. He walked up to the edge of the tub.
“It’s kinda’ lonely in here Bo,” grinned Nora. Her eyes sparkled.
Bo bit his lip, “That a hint Red?”
“Yep,” she said gathering the bubbles up around her breasts.
“You tease,” said Bo. He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, revealing his taunt and firm masculine chest to her.
Nora found his eyes full of mischief and desire. She leaned over the edge of the tub and with permission granted from his devilish grin, she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He laughed and slid his legs out of his pants. She slid his boxers down revealing his body to her.
“Remember when we got this tub?” he asked.
“Yep,” she grinned, “Now why don’t you join me. You obviously want to.”
Not another word was said. Bo literary stumbled into the bathtub allowing the water to cover him – allowing her arms to surround him. His eyes found hers and she leaned into him – finding his lips – kissing him with slow, deep passionate kisses. He drew her into him – feeling her skin surround him – feeling her soft breasts up against him. She rubbed her arms up and down his back.
He broke the kiss off and began nuzzling her neck, caressing her breasts with his hands.
“Ooohhh…” she moaned as the blood rushed through her veins, filling her up with a drive…a reckless drive. She took her hand, caressing is chest through the bubbles, going lower to his waist, caressing him, fondling him.
“I…ache…for you Red…” he whispered finding her eyes. Finding them full of desire – for him.
She slid close to him and with reckless abandon took him inside of her. He braced his hand on her hip allowing her to seduce him…deeply…again – as pulse after pulse of heart stopping electricity overcame his body, he found her lips – stealing precious, delicious kiss from them.
“Love you…Bo…” she whispered as an incredible wave of pleasure overtook her.
He rubbed her body – caressed it, as he felt her climax all over him, shaking, biting her lip.
“Ah…” he moaned deeply allowing his own climax inside of her.
They fell into each other’s arms, surrounded by the water and bubbles.
He lightly touched her cheek and found her eyes.
“Love you too Red…” he whispered.
TO BE CONTINUED...
