I know I'm dreaming but it feels so close, so honest. I know it wasn't exactly like this but this, this is as close as I can get without the pain of the truth.
I don't know when it started, a party somewhere. I think Lisa dragged me to the first one. We'd just been goofing off, driving aimlessly when we saw the parking lot of cars on our friend Mike's lawn.
We pulled in just to see what's going on. We found Mike and he explained how his high school reunion had ended up continuing in his house and backyard. We wandered around together, scoping out the guys, which we always did, and when Lisa found one, I wandered alone out to my favorite spot in Mike's backyard, the gazebo.
I was surprised to find someone there already. From the back, he was huge. Tall, broad shouldered, wide chest, tapering down to slim hips, nice butt, strong legs ending in worn cowboy boots. I cleared my throat, hoping he wasn't the skittish type. He turned, adding a handsome face to the mix.
"Hi. Mind if I join you?" I asked, setting my drink on the railing.
"Not at all. Where'd you come from?" His voice was deep and warm. In the colored lights, I could see his face, strong jaw, chiseled cheekbones, deep, dark eyes.
"My girlfriend dragged me along."
"Girlfriend?"
"Oh, not like that." I grinned, taking a sip of my drink. "My friend Lisa loves coming to parties at Mike's. She finds a new boyfriend every time she's here. Me, she drags me along until she finds him."
"And you're not looking for a boyfriend?" His voice was deep and smooth with just a hint of country boy accent.
"Not particularly." I turned away from him to gaze out on the pond behind the gazebo. "I guess I'm not as 'man-hungry' as she is."
"Bad experience?"
"You could say that." I answered, knowing that 'bad' was actually horrific. I saw him sip at his beer from the corner of my eye. I could hear Mike's music change from the hard, thumping rock and roll to a slower, 'snuggle' song, as my friends and I called it. "How do you know Mike?"
"My bassist, Charlie, went to school with him. Charlie called me up, dragged me along to the after party. He's probably the one your friend, Lisa, picked up. He's the pretty one in the band."
"You have a band?" I asked, turning to look at him closer.
"Yeah." I stepped closer to him, gazing into his face, trying to place it, when it hit me.
"Oh my. You're Kian Mc Daniels."
"Yes, I am." He smiled his trademark smile. I felt my heart hit the floor.
"My name's Dari. Dari St. Michel. It's nice to meet you." I held out my hand. He took it, brought it to his lips, and kissed it.
"My pleasure, Dari. With Charlie around, I never get to meet beautiful women." I could see his dark eyes sparkle with mischief. "Would you like to dance?" He asked, standing.
I set my drink on the railing again, letting him slip me into his arms. I slid my hands over his broad chest, settling on his shoulders. He was swaying us to the rhythm of the 'snuggle' song, holding me closer than anyone else has in the last three years. I felt no fear, no urge to run away from him.
Kian has been my dream lover since I was seventeen, since his first recorded song. I didn't, couldn't think of anything but him. I breathed in his scent, woodsy and fresh, reminding me of spring meadows. I rested my cheek against his chest, enjoying the solidity of him. His hands slid slowly up and down my spine, resting on the swell of my ass. I felt him rest his cheek against my forehead, almost enfolding me completely.
For the first time in three years, I felt safe, protected, wanted. Another 'snuggle' song started, we continued to sway gently. Tentatively, I slid my fingers into his hair, feeling its silken texture. He used a fingertip under my chin to lift my face to his. His lips just barely touched mine, setting off fireworks through my body. Slowly, he deepened the kiss, tracing my lips with his tongue, swallowing my sigh when I opened my lips. He explored my mouth, teased my tongue into tangling with his, and drowned me in a passionate lingering.
I felt one of his hands cup the back of my head, his other at the small of my back, pulling me close against him. I felt my breasts press against his chest, felt his hardness against my lower belly. I felt myself falling, hard.
"Geez, why is it every time I come down here, this spot is always taken?" I heard Lisa's voice whine drunkenly. I pulled back, away from him. He pulled me back, feeling my tremors.
"Ssshhh. Nothing's going to hurt you. I won't let it." I heard him whisper, gently stroking my spine. I heard Lisa and her beau of the moment stumble past, headed for the pond.
I could barely hold on, his voice soothing me, calming me. I let him. I buried my face into his shoulder, listening to Lisa's drunken giggles, hearing his voice, feeling his voice, like his hands, stroking gently. I don't think he actually was speaking, just kind of humming along with the song. I lifted my eyes to his face, seeing a concerned look in his eyes.
"You alright?"
"I think so." His brown eyes captured me. I saw his concern, his tenderness, his wanting of me. "Thanks."
"It wasn't a bad experience was it? It was fucking awful wasn't it?"
"Yes. Yes, it was."
"I'm not sure what to do, what to say..." He began. I stopped him with my fingertip to his lips.
"There isn't anything you can say. Therapy has been working but talking is all it's been." I said, wishing my stepfather Mark dead, yet again. "Three years of therapy has made it bearable. I'm just beginning to trust again, my friends, my sisters, myself. It isn't easy. You're the first man I've been alone with in three years. The first I've let kiss me." I dragged a ragged breath in, let my forehead drop to his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry for." He said after a while. His arms circled me, enfolded me in him. I found myself safe again, protected again. "Such bravery. What you went through, how you protected your sisters. You have no idea how strong you are, do you?"
"No. I'm sure I don't. How do you...?"
"You just shared it with me. This is your dream and you just showed me your stepfather and what he did."
"It's never really over. I've been feeling like I'm going through the motions."
"This too will pass, Dari. I wish I was in town more than just tonight."
"Me too." I whispered against his shirt. I was wishing I could just go with him. Pack a bag, say fuck it to my dead end job, and just go with him. A Pipe dream, a long standing pipe dream. In my mind I could hear Marissa, my therapist, telling me to let go, to flow along with this, with these emotions.
I snuggled closer to him, snuggling my face into his shirt. His hands gently stroked as we swayed still, stroking an ember buried deep inside me, an ember that Mark hadn't been able to extinguish. Kian wasn't pushing me to do anything, just holding me, and almost cradling me, a protective person, not a destructive one. I could feel a wall inside me crumbling, falling.
I looked up at him. His eyes were shadowed but I could tell they were kind and encouraging, patient. I trailed my fingertip along the side of his face to his mouth. I traced his lips faintly. I rose on my toes and pressed my lips to his, used my tongue against his.
I felt him pull me tight against him as our kiss blew the charts away. I think I was trying to crawl inside him during that kiss. When we finally unglued our lip lock, our breaths were meshing, heated pants. Our eyes were locked, his hot but patient, mine were dazed and amazed.
"It's okay." He whispered.
"Yes." I was totally lost in him, in this precious moment of complete trust. I hadn't felt anything like this in such a long time. I think Kian knew that too.
"Hey, where's the closest beach? And I mean, ocean beach." He asked, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"Ummm," 'Wait, what?' "I think it's about twenty, twenty-five minutes away. You want to go to the beach?"