It hadn’t happened too many times, but this was one of those very rare jumps where Kayla actually knew exactly where she was, practically to the minute. Sometimes she arrived to a time and place she knew very well, sometimes she wouldn’t have known it to save her life. Some jumps were ordinary days indistinguishable from the next, others were monumental. For most of them, she’d either known what to do right away, figured out how to wing it, or sat back and tried to regroup. This time was different.
She didn’t even have to see the pink shade of the dress to know what day this was. She’d loved that dress, it had meant something to her; something both wonderful and terrible at the same time. She only wore it the one time, the bodice so distinct beneath her fingertips. This night lived on in her in vivid detail. There was nothing about this night she didn’t remember, because she’d played each and every moment of it over and over in her mind for so long. Even as she stood on that altar and gave her vows to Jack without believing in a single word of them, she’d hit the rewind button on this night in her head for the thousandth time. Even as her lips were moving and making those empty promises to Jack, she was thinking of the moment later in this night that Steve had sat on her couch and told her that he had so much love for her inside of him that he didn’t have the words to tell her. He’d felt them so strongly, so profoundly, that he couldn’t stop from crying as he said it. And then the phone call from Angelica that set it all in the unstoppable avalanche.
Because she knew this night so very well, she knew that right now, this was his first of the two visits he’d make to her the loft that night. He didn’t know about Jack yet here. Didn’t know he was born Billy Johnson. That he was his brother.
“You alright, Sweetness? You look nervous.” Steve caressed her shoulder lovingly with the palm of his hand, his touch so filled with promise.
Kayla let a sound escape from her throat. The warmth of his hand and seeing him like this, knowing how purely-driven his thoughts were right at this moment, not a shred of guilt or misplaced valor, nobility, or sacrifice within him. Or stupidity. Pure, that’s what he was here, looking at her, his intentions were completely genuine and motivated from within, not by influences on the very cusp of emerging. It evoked such strong feelings in her it threatened to overwhelm her.
“I—You look re-really nice,” she managed as he walked her inside a few more steps with his arm around her. She’d just been skin-on-skin with him, had his tongue inside of her, screamed his name in sexual ecstasy; yet, his nearness to her right now had her so anxious she had to really struggle not to show it.
Steve smiled. “You like these new clothes?” His pride was tempered with his own nervousness, and her heart went out to him.
“Oh Steve,” she whispered more to herself than to him, her eyes so adoring that he couldn’t help but react with a look in his own eye. The poignancy of the fact that he’d bought a new outfit to be at his very best for her threatened to overwhelm her. She felt her eyes begin to sting but held it all back; she had to focus and keep herself together.
She watched his expression turn equally tender and felt a thrill when he gathered her into his arms. “You’re so sweet, Kayla. You’re so sweet.” And she couldn’t find it within herself to do anything but let him kiss her with the exact same sweet and promising kisses he’d given to her before. She felt them so much more intensely than other things she’d lived through a second time because she remembered this night so intensely and so completely. He tasted minty and smelled so good. His embrace felt unbelievably safe, and suddenly she was all but transported.
There was nothing Kayla wanted more at this time in her life than to marry Steve. They both knew that he was going to ask her that night, there was no question about that. He’d gotten back from Washington, she and Kimberly went to his apartment where the sisters reveled in their partner’s loving arms, and Steve had promised her that he was going to come over that night and give her a surprise. It wasn’t any kind of actual surprise, though, and they both knew it, even if they pretended, knowingly playing along with each other. They planned for this night, they’d dressed for it – a night to remember (and remember it she did) – and the expectation that he would propose was tangible.
When he then didn’t, she’d spent the next weeks pursuing him relentlessly, analyzing every moment of this night, trying to understand what happened, why he was pushing her away, how he could hurt her so deeply. Because she never believed for a minute that he’d actually stopped loving her or that he never had in the first place. Too much had been said by him. Too many things had been shared. She tried to stop believing it, she really tried – but she knew it wasn’t so. He wanted to marry her, and she wanted to marry him. Wanting this, begging him, seeing her life evaporate before her, begging him some more, and watching him actually let her go … became an obsession for her that to this day Kayla remembered with pain. She had gotten over it so long ago, understood his reasons even if she didn’t agree with them, forgiven him, and forgotten it. But … the forgetting was not quite as complete as the forgiving. And when it did pop up – like their practically forgotten jump to the elevator – the memories that did linger within her hurt.
Kayla didn’t want to stop kissing him, and when he did release her lips she started feeling the pain. So, she held him by his new linen suit jacket and gave him a slightly pained expression. Now for the first time, the script changed.
“Sweetness, what is it, you look like you think I’m about to go up in smoke, here.” His expression was concerned, but still somewhat amused, too.
“I – just … I love you.”
Steve smiled. “I love you, too.”
“I’ve been waiting for this night for a long time.”
“I have, too, baby,” he said as he caressed her cheek. “But listen, I have someplace that I have to go first.”
And there it was. The moment her future changed.
All at once the anger, grief, and longing for this never to have happened descended upon her. It took hold of her in a vice-like grip. She had to change this. She didn’t want to have to live though this one again. There was a time when they first started jumping that she was afraid to make any changes. That night on New Years Eve when Steve beat up the reporter, she was terrified that their entire future would be changed with that one act, and they wouldn’t be the them that they were in 2009. She wanted their history, because their history guaranteed them their lives. Their children. The thought of losing Stephanie or Joey or themselves was unthinkable, and if they altered history, then it all was at risk. That included him being taken, her rape, all of it. That was before they knew that the timeline reset over and over and over again. No change stuck. Not one.
This proposal on this night had meant everything to her, and she later learned that it meant everything to Steve, too. That he suffered as much as she had in the months that followed. Now they didn’t have to. She could stop this terrible choice he was about to make. Not have to relive it here. Change it and make it right like all the other changes they’d made right. In Italy with Marina, getting Steve out of Stefano’s compound, telling him about her pregnancy at the house and not letting him hear it from Jack, getting out of the morgue and never becoming a soldier. Those were good changes, changes for the better. There was no way to alter the course of real time, because real time always reset when they jumped to the next place. This night didn’t have to happen, either. So, today, as she stood here in this room listening to the words that would mean no engagement for them on this night, she knew she could change it. She knew she had to change it. Because there was no reason not to.
“Don’t go!”
Steve paused for a moment. “Sweetness, I’ll be back.”
“No! No, no, no, no, no, you don’t have to leave. You don’t, you really don’t.”
Now the alarm was apparent on his face. “Kayla,” he said with obvious concern, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I just … don’t want you to leave. I mean … you’re here, and you look so nice, and I made dinner, and I … you were in Washington for so long, I remember it was days and days I was so worried about you.”
“You remember?”
“A-a-a-and I just – I mean … I …” She grabbed on to him, searching his eye, figuring out what to say next.
“Kayla.” He disengaged her hands from his jacket and held them firmly in his own. His touch was so very much like her Steve’s touch. She let go to run her right hand lovingly through his carefully done blonde hair. He’d taken such time to look his best. God, how she loved him. She gathered his face in her hands and felt his warm skin on her palms. “You’re gettin’ me worried, here,” Steve said reaching up for her hands, clasping them together within his, then kissing her protruding fingertips. “You’r actin’ like I’m never gonna see you again, like I’m gonna leave you or something.”
“You might.”
“Never!” he insisted without hesitation, his eye piercing.
Then the déjà vu hit her with such intensity it made her dizzy. It struck her for the first time on these jumps that fate just might be real. They’d uttered that exchange verbatim the first time … only reversed. It was Kayla who was worried about Steve’s desperate behavior, and Kayla who assured him she’d never leave. She took a moment to reflect on this fact. Because it was darned peculiar in her mind. The words were exact yet unplanned, almost like they’d swapped lines in a script. Fate is trying to tell me something. Trying to get me to set it right.
Kayla was still just rational enough to tell herself that it wasn’t fate, it was simple selfish wishfullness. But that line of rationality was paper thin, and on the other side of it was that it could easily be true.
“Steve, if you go, you might not come back to me.”
“Why would you say that? It’s just a meeting with Harper Deveraux. Won’t take long. I want to get it out of the way so I can spend the rest of the night with you.” Then he smiled warmly with a hint of suggestion. “Save the best for last.”
“But why do you have to go tonight? Can’t you do it in the morning?”
“What if I don’t want to leave you in the morning?” he smiled. “Besides, I tried, baby. I told him I had plans when he called, but he said he wasn’t feeling too well and wanted to do it while he still had some energy. Made me feel kind of guilty about it since I’m the reason he’s in that condition.”
Kayla fumed. “Steve, that’s what he does, he’s a master manipulator. He can wait. Believe me, you don’t owe him anything, not one thing. Neither of us do!”
Steve was stunned. “Kayla,” he said with confusion, “what is going on with you? Why are you so upset about this?”
“I-I-I’m not … not upset.”
“You sure as hell are, baby, now you tell me what is wrong?”
Well, while you’re there you’re going to find out that Jack is Billy and then you’re going to freak out when Angelica calls, and … “Angelica,” she whispered to herself as she glanced at the phone.
“Angelica?! What about that wicked witch of the west? Did she say somethin’ to you, baby? Is that it?” Then he got a very determined look on his face and headed for the door.
“Where are you going?!”
“To give that bitch a piece of my mind, that’s what! Tell her to lay off you!”
“No! Steve, stop! She didn’t do anything. I just was remembering something, it wasn’t important. Now, please. You came here to … be with me tonight, right?” she said, touching her fingers to her necklace. Steve turned to her, the look on his face not quite convinced. “Right?”
“Maybe.”
Kayla smiled. “Ok, you maybe came here for a reason. Steve, you’ve just given up how many months of your life for this man, three?”
“Yeah, but it’s not like it’s his fault, he wasn’t exactly in on it.”
“Well, he may as well have been, he’s a very bad man, Steve.”
“What? Baby, listen, I don’t like the guy, I can’t stand Junior, and I really I don’t want to leave. If I could, I’d spend every moment and never leave you. But I promise I won’t be gone long. I’ll come right back.”
Kayla closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She let the pink and black wrap drop absently from around her shoulders where it fell to the floor. Steve picked it up and draped it over the spare bedroom railing, giving her the opportunity to get between him and the door. “Steve, we have been on the run, and then you were in Washington for so long. You-you … you told Harper you had plans but he insisted on you coming over tonight, anyway? Couldn’t show you enough respect to let you have your evening after everything you’ve been through? Or at least tell you on the phone?” Steve rocked back on his heels slightly and adjusted his patch. Clearly, he was processing the truth of her words. “Oh Steve,” she went to him and put her arms around him. “You don’t owe them a thing. The only person you owe anything to on this night is yourself.”
“And you, baby. I owe you so much.” He had no idea how true his words were, but she wasn’t thinking in those terms.
“I’m devoted to you, Steve, do you know that?” He rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms. “There’s nothing else I want more in this world than to be—with you.” Then she whispered, “For the rest of my life.”
Steve let out a heavy breath and brought her into his arms. He clutched at the back of her head and kissed her temple and her cheek and then her lips. “Kayla,” he said with such heavy emotion. “I love you.”
“I love you, Steve. I love you so much. Please don’t go. Stay here. With me. I don’t want us to be apart tonight, ok? Please? If you go, I know you won’t be coming back. Not really.”
Now Steve pulled back from her and said with such meaning, “Listen to me, Sweetness. Nothin’ on this earth … could keep me … from havin’ this night with you. Nothing.”
“So you’ll stay? You won’t go?”
Steve caressed her face and shook his head. “I won’t go.” Then he kissed her with promise.
Oh my God, I did it? Did I do it? The smile that lit up her face lit his up, too. “Thank you, Steve.”
“You make it very hard to say no to you, baby.”
Kayla stuck out her chin. “Good,” she said, her smile even wider.
“You know what else is good?” She shook her head. The look in his eye wasn’t lusty or lovelorn, it was … dreamy. Happy. Like his entire life was ahead of him. And that’s because it was. “The way you look.” Her smile broadened. “Smells good, too,” he said angling his head toward the kitchen momentarily. The aroma had been evident since she’d jumped. The pork chops she’d made another tiny detail that had lived on in her about this night. They were almost done, she remembered that she’d had to put them on warm for quite some time in the oven waiting for him to come back the first time. “Are you hungry?”
Steve looked back to her. Normally she would be waiting for a sexual joke to come out of him, but this night he had just one thing on his mind, and she knew it. “Not really,” he shook his head. “I’m not too hungry.”
“Me neither,” Kayla said. “Ah, do you want to sit down?” Now Steve’s eye turned dark, and Kayla’s breathing started to labor slightly with the gravity of what she knew he was about to do. She’d wanted this for so long. Even years later, she’d wished she’d had the proposal she knew he’d always wanted to give her. She was so lost in the blurred lines of this moment her real time head was in.
“No. I wanna take you somewhere.”
She wasn’t expecting that. “You do?”
“Yes, I do.” Kayla felt Steve’s hands on her face again, and she reveled in it. She loved when he touched her this way. It made her feel so loved by him.
“Where?” Steve walked backwards as he led her by the hand to the staircase. “Oh,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. Well—”
“Shh.” He put his finger up to his lips. “Follow me.”
Kayla was swept away, the new memory being forged as the seconds ticked by. Before she knew it, Steve had her out on the roof. The night was positively beautiful. The moonless sky allowed the stars to really twinkle upon the black velvet canvas they were so beautifully painted on. Steve brought her to the exact spot on the roof where they’d made love for the first time. When she realized what he was doing, it sent a thrill through her that made her eyes sting. No words were exchanged, only the breathtaking look in their eyes that communicated how much they loved each other. He hadn’t dropped her hand for a moment since he’d begun walking her up the stairs. Finally Steve broke the silence.
“Sweetness. I – I don’t know how to say what I really want to say. I don’t know how to tell you what you really mean to me.”
She swallowed and was surprised at how feather light and almost nervous her own voice sounded to her. “Oh Steve, I know what I mean to you.”
He chuckled nervously and shook his head. “No you don’t. You think you do, but you don’t. I—I’m not—I’m not good with words, Kayla,” he started to stammer like he had the first time, but without the angst that drove it then. This time the feeling behind those words was one of happiness. “It’s so strong inside of me, and I feel like I’m not going to live if I don’t … find …” He took a deep breath. “If I don’t find the right words to tell you … how much I love you.”
Now Kayla couldn’t help but let out a small cry equal in its happiness as Steve’s. This was it. She couldn’t even stop to recognize that she’d done it and that she was about to get the proposal she’d always wanted, because she was overwhelmed with her own bliss. They came together in a kiss that they both needed, their lips reassuring, helping to seal the fate Kayla knew was right.
“God, baby, I love you. I love you so much.”
Kayla wiped a finger along Steve’s lips and then defeated the purpose by kissing him again. “I love you, too,” she cooed.
“Sweetness,” he took her hands. “Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”
A tear started to form in her eye. “Yes,” she smiled. “But you can tell me again.”
“You’re so beautiful, Kayla. I never knew I could feel the things I feel for you. I never thought I’d have love like this. I didn’t know what real love was until you showed me.” Now he whimpered a bit, and Kayla saw how affected he was. Her heart wanted to burst. Then Steve took the ring out of his pocket and opened the box, locked eyes with her, and very slowly descended to one knee.
Kayla’s breath caught in her throat.
He placed a very loving kiss on the back of her right hand, then again on her left, never letting his gaze drop. Steve’s next words came out in a deep, loving, and confident voice. It was soft, but it never wavered. “I want you with me. Every day. I never want to be separated from you again.” He took her left hand in his again, not wanting to lose the physical connection and rubbed his thumb over the top of her ring finger. It electrified her. He still held out the ring in his left hand. “Not for a day. Because we belong together. Kayla Caroline Brady, will you marry me?”
It wasn’t just that these were words she’d longed for and pined for. Because she’d gotten them from him before. It was that these words were said on this night. This time it had gone the way she’d hoped and dreamed for. She knew he was going to pour his heart out to her and ask her to be his wife, and now he had. This night. Was fixed.
She felt the tears spill down her cheeks and blur her vision. Her emotions overwhelmed her so completely that she couldn’t speak just yet. Steve continued to keep his eye locked onto hers, waiting patiently for the answer she knew she was going to give him. He couldn’t move until she did.
“Yes!” she finally cried through her happy tears. “Yes, Steve, yes, I’ll marry you!” Steve exhaled with visible relief and smiled with unbelievable happiness in his eyes as tears formed there, as well. Kayla dropped to her knees to meet him and held his face in her hands. “Every day,” she cried. “Every day,” she kissed him, “any day,” she kissed him again, “in any time, I will marry you!” She kissed him a final time, and she felt ehphoric.
“Sweetness. Oh, baby.” He took the ring out of the box and for the very first time as far as this Steve knew, he placed it on her finger. “Just once,” he whispered as he pushed it gently onto her finger. “When we get married, we’ll stay married, and I’ll never leave you. Never.”
She knew the ring, and it felt completing to have it there, but somehow, it also felt as new as it was meant to. “It’s beautiful, Steve. It’s so very beautiful. I will cherish this forever.”
“Not as much as I cherish you, Sweetness,” he rasped. They came together in a kiss so passionate that Kayla lost herself. They continued kissing, loving each other, and feeling the importance of this night. They whispered their love for each other within their tender embrace. And then the smell of burned pork chops wafted up to them.
“Oh no – I think I’m about to burn the house down,” Kayla said. She got up, ran in from the roof and down to the kitchen, and turned the oven off. Steve followed after her, took the pan out, and dumped the whole thing right in the sink. “Stand back, baby,” he said. When it hit the sink it started to sizzle against the cool water, then it really steamed up when he ran the faucet.
“Well, there goes dinner,” Kayla said, laughing.
“Don’t you know when to leave the cooking to me, baby?”
“Hey, I make very good pork chops, Mister,” she said defensively. “When they’re not charred,” she laughed again.”
Steve took off the suit jacket, then loosened his tie and undid the top button of his blue button-down shirt. He looked a lot more relaxed than he had when he’d first walked in. Like the stars had just aligned for him in the exact right places; Kayla knew they had, because she felt the same way. This felt right. It felt so right. She knew in her heart, this was the way it was supposed to go the first time. Briefly, Kayla remembered where she was and that this wasn’t her Steve yet. But she couldn’t help continuing to be with this Steve, because they were both so intoxicated with what had just happened.
“I love hearing you laugh, baby. The sound of your laugh makes me so happy.”
“You make me happy, Steve. You make me so happy. And if laughing makes you happy, then I’ll find something to laugh about every day, how’s that?” Steve didn’t answer her. They kissed again, and the kiss lasted a long time. The perfecton of being in each other’s arms was beautiful. Both Steve and Kayla’s hands had drifted, and this time when Kayla looked up, the look in his eye had changed. She knew why and smiled. “You hungry yet?”
“Yeahp.”
“Hmmp,” she chuckled out with amusement, knowing it wasn’t for food. “What did I do to inspire this sudden hunger?” The sound of her own words and the fact that she wanted him pulled her back to the reality of that moment. She knew that look in his eye, it was a look that would be the same whenever he wanted to make love to her. She knew she couldn’t let that happen. Oh, how she wanted it to, though, that wasn’t something she could stop, she wanted him. But in a rush she didn’t expect, she now understood what he’d meant when he said it never felt like she wasn’t her but struggled with doing anything more than kissing. It was she, now, that found herself in the situation where sex was right in front of her without the benefit of her time’s Steve.
She struggled with how right it felt, because the love was so pure. Oh, Steve, I wish you were here to get to experience it, too. You were so happy. God, look at you, you’re so happy! And the fact was that she was happy, too. It really was pure. Kayla wasn’t enjoying being with this destination Steve, getting amusement, reliving a memory. She was allowing herself to be this version of herself and share this evening as it should have been. Because she was right about fate. They really were supposed to be engaged now. Marrying Jack really was a mistake. One that now she wouldn’t be making.
Steve splayed his hand over her carefully rolled hair and burned his gaze into her. “What you did?” Steve said sexily. You said yes, Kayla. That’s what.” Kayla ran a fingertip down his scar. If she ended this he would not understand, and she didn’t know what she could possibly say to make him. Some minor groping … Kayla recalled Steve’s words from that previous jump and decided to give herself that same permission to be in this moment and do some minor groping of her own. There wasn’t much else she could do, and honestly, she didn’t want to deny either of them the intimacy this night deserved.
In that moment, there was no destination Kayla she was inhabiting and no “other” Steve saying these beautiful words to her. In her heart, they were just them. And soon she was lost again.
“Say it again. Please, baby, I want to hear it again. Will you marry me, Sweetness?”
“Yes,” she said with quiet sincerity, “I’ll marry you.” Then she said it again. “Yes. Yes.”
Steve brushed his lips against hers, and very quickly, the kiss deepened.
His tongue demanded entrance, and she met it with hers as she felt herself heat up. A charge ran up her spine when Steve’s hand unzipped her dress in the back and then pulled it down and fondled her naked breast, as she’d worn no bra beneath the strapless gown.
“I want you,” he moaned into the kiss. Steve lowered his lips to her neck, then the tender skin of her shoulder. She felt the ache of arousal deep in her belly.
“Steve?” His hand was rubbing her breast in circular strokes.
“What is it, baby?”
“I – I want—”
“What?” he asked with another meeting of their lips. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give you whatever it is. You want to see the stars up there again? I’ll make you see them all. I’ll bring them to you.” He lowered his mouth to her breast and suckled it like he had just hours ago. It was just hours ago, right? He hummed out his pleasure, and it rang in her ears heating up hers. “I’m going to marry you and spend every single day showing you new stars.”
Steve wasn’t trying to seduce her, but he was. The love she felt for him was powerful. All the hims. This him, the one she was waiting for, the ones she’d see on the next jumps, all of them that she knew loved her and that she loved wholly and completely. They’d just commited themselves to each other, there was a ring on her finger where it hadn’t been before. Her heart had so much love in it she couldn’t stop its release.
“I love you, Kayla.” Now he unzipped her dress completely and pushed it down over her hips. He took in her beautiful body; watching his gaze while he removed his tie and shirt was mesermizing. “You love me, too, don’t you.” It was a statement of wonder, not a question. It moved her.
Steve’s tattoo beckoned to her. Kayla nodded as she ran her fingers over the slightly raised ink of the dagger. The familiarity of it was like home beneath her fingertips “Yes, I do, Steve.” She was crying … she didn’t know why. It was the heightened emotions, she couldn’t stop them. “In this life and in the next until there aren’t any more lives in time.”
Steve’s eye softened. “That was beautiful, Kayla. The most beautiful words I’ve ever heard. I’ll never leave you, Kayla. I never will.”
Kayla cried out with the cold blanket of irony that had closed in with that last statement.
“No, baby, no tears. Let me love you.”
His powerful embrace was warm and chased away the chill she’d just felt come over her. She grabbed onto him fiercely and felt his erection hard against her. Before she knew it, he’d swept her into his arms and carried her to the fireplace.
Steve had unbuttoned his pants and was now naked on top of her, separated only by the transparent pink panties that she wore to match the pink dress. Kayla’s hands travelled up and down his rippling muscles. She raised her wet lips to the hilt of his dagger and smiled when she was rewarded with a sexual gasp. He ground his erection into her thigh. He wanted more, she could feel it with every thrust against her. “Touch me, baby, put your hands on me.” So, she gave it to him. She stroked his penis with her soft hands, and he panted out moans of pleasure as he continued to kiss her lips, her neck, her breasts. “I want to make you feel good, baby. I love you so much … so much. Tell me you love me, Sweetness, tell me.”
“I love you, Steve!” Her breathing was hard, and it turned him on even more. “I’ll always love you!”
“Baby! He wrapped his tongue around her firm breast while kneading the other one and dragged his penis up her center. “Off! I need those off, I need to be inside you!” She released a gush of wetness, and Steve felt it. “You’re so wet, baby, I want you so bad!”
It was the feeling of his penis against her that was the final wake up. She clutched at him, afraid to think. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to let him make love to her. God, how she wanted it. She didn’t realize how important this moment would feel when he really proposed, and now that he had, she felt so desperate to show him with their intimacy and lovemaking … but she was conflicted. And she was crying again. Why am I crying? Because she knew on some level that it was wrong to make love to him. Not because this wasn’t Steve, but because it was. Because she wanted to show him how much she loved him. Only he wasn’t going to remember it later. Not when her Steve got there, and she knew that eventually he would. In one minute, in one day, in 30, he was going to get there, and this memory would be lost. Just like the one he’d told her about in 1979 when they danced to The Rose. And their date at the movie theatre and her time in the cooler. Those did not live in her, and part of her was jealous of herself, even if she told herself she wasn’t. She didn’t want that for Steve. He wasn’t going to remember this … and a new chill ran down her spine when she realized that he wouldn’t remember any of it. He wouldn’t remember the love felt from him right now, nor the joy she saw on his face when she said yes up on that roof.
Suddenly she felt just as cheated as she had the first time.
Then like God was answering her prayers to show her the right way, Steve froze. He’d whispered that he loved her while his arms were wrapped around her, then his body tensed. “Oh, thank God,” she said. No less aroused, and his penis no less hard, she waited for the telltale intake of breath, which he took just seconds later.
Steve left the couch holding Kayla, and arrived on the rug in front of the fireplace holding her again. Only his dick was hard as steel, and it wanted to be inside his wife. He’d never arrived to a body in this state of arousal, and while he felt sexually fulfilled just moments ago, he now felt desperate to thrust himself back inside of her and explode as soon as possible. Add to that a bit of jump sickness, and you had for one weird arrival.
“Uuuuhhh,” Steve groaned. “Oh, baby, I’m …” Something didn’t feel right here. His head started to get straight quickly. He felt Kayla beneath him, smelled her lavender scent, knew he was at home in the loft. “Baby?”
“Steve!” Kayla scrambled up slightly and leaned back on her elbows. “Oh, Steve, yes, it’s me. You’re here. We’re both here. I have so much to tell you!” Her breast was inches from his mouth, and the throbbing in his groin was so intense that he couldn’t help but want to lick it. So he did. Her own arousal was still raw and unfulfilled, so she threw her head back with the sensations and cried out so much like she just had on their last jump that it made him heady. He licked her again and rubbed his penis against her. She was wet, he could feel it through her panties. And he wanted her. He froze.
Why were they naked?
He lifted his head slowly to meet her eyes. “Kayla?” he said, his voice clearly indicating that he was about to be very upset.
Kayla swallowed. “Steve, you … you remember Stockholm, don’t you?”
He nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t have 20 questions, this time, just one. What the hell is going on?”