EroticReverie

Lark Avery

Come to find out Olivia is the niece of Javier's "work associate". My mind could not handle all of this information. So when we're on the plane, jetting back to California, I'm exhausted and sleep the entire flight, tucked up under a blanket, Javier beside me, even though there's plenty of room and other seats for him to occupy. There's three men that work for him, Olivia, myself and Javier on the flight back to Cali. I fall asleep, turned away from Javier, but wake up , curled up against him, his head resting on the top of mine, and his arms wrapped around me. 

All this time...for two years...I had thought he was okay with it...that he'd truly let me go, let me walk out of there without ever truly caring....but I should have known better. And when he was giving his little speech back at my apartment, I could tell that it bothered him that I hadn't known better. It bothered him that I could ever believe he'd not take care of me always, like he'd promised me in the beginning. I fall back asleep against his chest, nuzzling my head against his chest, and while we're not back in Cali yet...I'm home. 

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"Miss Avery, welcome back!" Bruno one of Javier's home guards says with a large smile as we walk up the steps to the grossly oversized mansion. My heart swells, and my eyes fill with more tears at the familiar face and I run up the steps and jump into his arms. 

"Oh hey, hey now, none of that" he says, hugging me back tightly as I cry.

Bruno was about ten years older than Javier, almost fifty now, but was in better shape than most guys my own age. He was a bald man with kind brown eyes, stood about six foot and was made of muscle that felt like steel as I crashed into him. While Javier took care of me , gave me a house, food, clothes and whatever else I needed, playing the role of a father, it wasn't something either of us ever talked about it. Apparently neither of us wanted me to think of Javier as a father figure. No, that role went to Bruno. And he probably held just as much space in my heart as Javier. So many of them held a place in it, his guards, his housekeepers, his friends. 

"I missed you" I say and squeeze him so fucking tight.

"Oh" he says and hugs me back a little tighter. "Well, I missed you too, we all have" he says and I watch him as he pulls back gently when I finally release him from my hug. His eyes flicking behind me. I can tell by the way his eyes change slightly and the way he steps back, bracing his hands on my shoulders and distances himself, that Javier is giving him a warning look. 

"Let me get a good look at ya" he says and looks me up and down. It's not sexual, it's not at all suggestive, but sure enough.

"How about you don't." Javier says and I roll my eyes, and Bruno pulls his hands away and shakes his head at Javier. I toss Javier a look, and an eye roll. 

"You're a jackass." I say to Javier and then look back at Bruno who is biting back a smile. He loved it when I talked to Javier in the way that nobody else could. 

"You have to be hungry. Let's get you inside and get you something to eat." Javier says.

I wave him off and then hug Bruno again. 

"I really missed you" I say again and he hugs me again.

"I really missed you to Miss Avery" he says and squeezes me alittle tighter and then lets me go and smiles at me, before looking at Javier and chuckling. 

"alright...let's get you inside, the boss said so." he says. 

"Boss? What boss ? I don't see a boss." I say with a shrug, and then grab Bruno's hand and drag him inside with me, with Javier sighing heavily behind us and following us inside.

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The few people that are there, greet me with the same warm smiles and hellos and welcome backs, and Javier gathers everyone in the kitchen to cook for me while I tell everyone about my two years in New York. I find Javier listening closely, and I wonder how much of what Im saying he already knows from his guys that were apparently spying and following me the whole time. God, I wasnt very fucking observant. How did I not notice random guys following me everywhere? Especially when two of them had been guys I'd seen plenty of times over the two years I lived with Javier. 

I always told Javier when I lived here before, that he had no need for a cook or a chef. The man could fucking cook, and he could cook anything at all, and even if he'd never made it before in his life, he could cook you the best version of it on his first try. I liked it best when HE cooked for me. And he did , all the time, because it  made me happy. No matter how busy his day had been, the first thing he'd ask me every morning is what I wanted him to cook for dinner. 

One of his regular cooks Mary joked with me that I was going to get her fired with always wanting Javier's food. But that would never happen, because she cooked for everyone else, while Javier...only cooked for me. 

He slides a large shallow bowl filled with mexican rice, chicken, among other ingredients in front of me as everyone keeps talking to me. I smile at him, my hands pulling the bowl carefully towards me as I sit on the stool at the counter.

"alright...let her eat." Javier says and everyone goes quiet, and I just roll my eyes with a smile as they all instantly push up from where they are sitting or leaning against the counter. I get a round of hugs, and more good to have you back and welcome homes, as Javier stands there, hip to the counter, waiting for all of them to clear out. I promise everyone I'll tell them more about New York and then it's just me and Javier.

"Eat." he says. 

"You're not the boss of me." I say, but I'm already picking up my fork and the corners of his mouth both lift and he watches me as I fork the first bite into my mouth. It's so good I could cry. It's so..home...it's so him...it's comfort, and it's...making me cry...again.

I close my eyes and he walks over, placing a hand on my lower back.

"I prefer you feral more than I do like this." he says and I look at him, licking my lips from the flavor of the meal and just shake my head at him as tears track down my face.

"Eat. Then we'll talk Little Bird." he says. 

Because he can tell I have to much to say, so much to ask, and he does too. 

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"I could really use a cigarette." I say after Javier clears the bowl from the counter and rinses it, and puts it in the dishwasher. He looks over at me and shakes his head.

"No." he says plainly and then shuts the dishwasher and I roll my eyes.

It was a nasty habit, I knew that. I dont even know why I picked it up. It started as a social thing when drinking with people from work after work, or the few parties or clubs I went to. 

"Do you drink?" he asks. 

I lift my brow. "You're not going to tell me I can't drink." 

He gives an amused smile. 

"I could." he says. 

I open my mouth to protest.

"But I wont...I was asking so I could get you a drink instead." 

"One poison for another? How is that logical?" I ask. 

His brows lift. "you're right...no drinking." 

"Javier-" 

"I'm kidding." he says. "Wine?" he asks and I shrug.

"Sure." I answer.

I lived with Javier at the tail end of being seventeen, then for the two years when I was eighteen and nineteen. He didn't allow me to drink. I snuck a few here and there. I could never tell if it was because I actually wanted to drink, or just to see if I could get away with it. He'd caught me a few times red handed, and the other times he somehow found out too. I never drank to get drunk though, not till I moved out. I got drunk quite a bit at first, mainly to cope with missing him, missing here, missing everyone...but mostly to deal with missing him. 

He pours two generous glasses of wine, and we go outside onto patio, which is large and wide, spanning the entire back of the house, and since the house is built on a small incline, the first floor of the manison, appears like it's the second when you're out in the back, cause it's raised from the ground, with curving stone staircases down the sides, as well as a large one right in the middle leading out to the large open yard and the massive pool that I spent all my days in whenever I could, giving myself wacky tan lines with all the different swim suits I had. 

Javier and I both walk to the edge of the patio, and he looks out at the pool, and beyond to the wide open area where theres nothing but lots of grass and then  a tall perimeter of trees. 

The stone ledge of the patio balcony allows just enough room to set out glasses down on the stone surface and I rest my forearms on the ledge as I look out at the open area too. 

"Have you used the pool yet?" I ask with a smile on my face and then shift my eyes, turning my head only slightly. 

Javier shakes his head and looks at me. 

"I cant believe you've never been in it." I say. I always teased him for never using it. 

"Maybe eventually." he says with a shrug. "Just not big on swimming." 

I roll my eyes. "I still dont get it." 

He could swim. I'd asked him once and he'd given me a look , like it was insulting for me to suggest he couldn't swim. But I hadnt meant it to be, plenty of people didn't know how to swim. But he could, and stated he just never liked it. Which was crazy to me, because I loved it. 

"Why didn't you come back?" he asks and the smile that was on my face drops and I look at him. 

"What do you mean?" I ask brows pinching.

"Before I came to get you...why didn't you come back?" he asks. 

I swallow and lick my lips and then push up off my forearms from leaning and grab my glass and take a long sip and then look at him, he's turning to face me now. 

"I...that was the plan, wasn't it...you said it that first day...after Thomas...after you took me from that place.." I say softly. 

"You know I wouldve let you stay forever Lark. You know I wanted you to. I would have never asked you to leave." he says. He sounds half angry and half sad. 

"No...you're right....you wouldn't have ever asked me to leave....and if I didn't do it....i'd have still been here just watching you with..." I shut my mouth. I turn back to the ledge and look out at the pool.

"Watching me with..." he says, trying to get me to continue.

"Dont act like you didn't know." I say, my voice filled with anger, with hurt and I turn my eyes to him. "You knew." 

His jaw ticks. 

"don't act like I had a choice to stay Javier...because I didnt." I say, setting down my glass.

"you always had a choice, tell me why you left." he says.

"You KNOW why I left!" I say my voice raising slightly. "You know why I left!" I repeat myself. 

"Say it." he says.

"No!" I yell at him.

"Yes. Say it. I need to hear you fucking say it." he says, his eyes growing darker, and he steps closer.

"Why? What's it matter? I'm back , you got what you wanted. As always." I bite out. 

He shakes his head.

"That's where you're wrong." he says and sets down his glass and then closes the few steps between us.  He's not touching me, but his eyes are all over me. My face, my breasts, my legs, as I stand there in just plain jean shorts and a white tank top and plain white sneakers. 

"I never got what I wanted....because I couldnt fucking have what I wanted Lark." he says and I take a shaky breath. 

"what..what did you want?" I ask , too quiet, too shaky and his hands slip onto my hips like they belong there, his fingers curling slightly as he grips them, pulling me closer.

"You know exactly what I want little bird....you know it now...and you knew it then...you know what I fucking want." he whispers to me as his hands slide over the curve of my hips to my waist, one hand leaving my body to lift to my face and tilts it up as my eyes grow heavy and I let out a soft sound.

"then say it" I say. "say it" I repeat his own words back to him. 

"Alright little bird....you want to hear it?" he asks and I nearly melt as I nod and he slips the hand on my waist, behind my back and and pulls me tight as can be against him. 

"I loved you the second I saw you Lark Avery. I cared for you and fucking adored you like I've never cared for anyone, not even myself. I knew the second I laid eyes on you, that you were mine. I told myself it was just because I wanted to help you, to save you from the ugliness that was swallowing you whole, swallowing up  the most beautiful fucking thing I'd ever seen. You deserved better than what you had when I found you, and I wanted to be the man to give it to you. So I did. I gave you everything I could. Everything I was allowed to. But there was one thing I couldnt give you, right? Cause you were too fucking young Lark...too god damn young..and too fucking beautiful to keep you caged here when you deserved better than even what I was capable of giving you." he says and I swear if it wasnt for him holding me so god damn tight to him, I'd be on the fucking ground. 

"The one thing I wanted to give you most....I couldnt....i just fucking couldnt.....cause i loved you too god damn much to be so fucking selfish." he grits his teeth. "It killed me...wanting you...."

"Javier" I breathe.

"Quiet." he says and then brings his fingers to my chin and then brushes his nose over mine.

"I'm not done saying what you fucking wanted me to say." he says and then I nod, breathlessly as he hovers his mouth over mine, breathing over my lips as they part and I'm dying inside, over and over again, with each second that passes. 

"I regret letting you leave...you never should have left...and I should have never given you reason to feel like you had to....I should have admitted it far sooner than tonight...but I just couldnt...I loved you more than anything...and then...it was so much more than just that...right little bird?" he whispers and nudges his nose with mine and I nod. 

"yes" I answer. 

"Yeah.." he says. "Because i didnt just love you....i was in love with you...wasnt I baby?" he says and I can't fucking take it and I grab his lapels of his suit jacket and pull him, my mouth crashing to his and he groans, and then his hands , seem like they're fucking everywhere. In my hair, on my face, on my back, on my waist, on my neck and out mouths are frantic, and I'm whimpering and moaning and Javier is grabbing me by the ass and lifting me up , turning and setting me on the stone ledge and then kissing me harder, one hand behind my head as he speaks in Spanish, mumbled words against my lips and my eyes flutter as his mouth kisses down my neck. 

"Javier" I moan his name as his one hand slides up the front of my top, over my breast, grabbing it, groaning against my neck as he mutters more Spanish against my skin and I could fucking cry, I could die, I could fucking combust. 

"I dont know what you're saying" I whine as I grab his face, kissing him again. Knowing his mouth wants to explore more of me. But I've waited too fucking long for him to kiss me, and I was desperate to feel his mouth back on mine. 

"I'm sorry I let you go" he groans. "I should have never let you leave, I've missed you so fucking much, you smell so fucking good" he says and then kisses down my neck again and his hand slides down my breast, down my stomach and then both hands are grabbing my tank top. 

"There's people home" I pant.

"and i'll cut their fucking eyes out if they see you little bird" he says and then pulls on my tank top and I lift my arms, my legs still wrapped around him as I sit on the ledge. I should be afraid of falling back, but that's the thing...I never question my safety with Javier. Ever. He'd never let me fall, not off the ledge anyways. But in love with him? He'd let me do that , and that might have been the most dangerous thing I'd ever done. 

"you're for my eyes only" he says, my tank top tossed to the ground and his eyes come to my chest, my breasts heaving in the plain white bra. 

"let's go upstairs." he says, nostrils flaring as I try to catch my fucking breath, and I just nod several times.

"yes, yes" I answer.