Thunderstorm Rendevous Chapter 4

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Thunderstorm Rendezvous

Chapter 4

Trace returned with some fruit, bread, cheese and bottles of water. Calla’s mouth went dry as she watched him walk toward her, arms laden with food and water and him naked. He spread everything out carefully and took his place across from her.
Rain beat lightly against the windows as the storm lost some of its strength. Candles flickered and danced and the fire's embers burned down gently. They both savored the relaxed atmosphere. The silence was broken by him first.
"I come from a family of gypsies. We originated from Russia. I hardly remember it, but I still carry the accent. We lived in Moscow until I was five. I just remember one night being told by my father that we had to leave and we did, with no explanation. I have two brothers. The oldest is Kaos at forty-one, then there's Roar at thirty-five and last but not least Tigress- Bella, we call her Ti-Bell, she's 24."He smiled softly.

"My mother wasn't Romani. She was English. She had been a tourist in Moscow when she met my father, they fell in love and got married only after a week of knowing each other and then had us. My mother was a great woman. She put up with so much. Moving from place to place was hard on all of us, especially her. My mother was great with a needle and thread."

"She always made clothes for us. They were always creative and fashionable. We didn't get picked on or beat up because of our fashion sense . . . " He paused and then said.”I think that's why Ti-Bell wants to be a fashion designer to be like her. "

"Mother died when I was fourteen. Soon after that, when I turned sixteen, I ran away. It's ironic really. I hated moving around and yet I became a vagabond. I left with as much as I could carry and what equalled twenty U.S. dollars in my pocket. It was hard. I had to do a lot of jobs that I didn't like to do. The thing I really wanted to do was be like my father and work with horses. He was great with them. But he wanted me to be a people doctor.” Trace shook his head.

"I didn't want that, but he kept pushing and I got fed up. He didn't like that Kaos was a musician. Kaos is currently in a band called Flintlock. They are very successful and he's very good on vocals and the lead guitar. He's also very popular with the ladies.” Trace chuckled. "My brother Roar got me this job. He splits his time between the stables and gardening. He's very good at growing things. Me I have a black thumb with those things. He's at a horse show right now, showing off some of the B & B's horses. He should be back on Tuesday as well."

"My sister was quite angry with me for leaving. I haven't heard from her in quite awhile. Roar and Kaos keep me updated though. She's a fashion student at a Parisian Fashion Design School. She hopes to become a fashion designer. I hope she does get to live out her dream. I'm sure father doesn't want her to be a designer, but I want her to live her dream. I do miss her though.” He looked down sadly.

"From what I'm told, Father doesn't mention me. As far as he's concerned I have disgraced the family and am dead. I do miss him sometimes. It wasn't always bad between us. I just wanted to do what I loved. He'd be proud; at least I hope he would be, to know that I do have a degree, it's for animal medicine, not people though. Watching him with the horses, that are what I wanted to do, before I took this job, I was a companion for an older woman who was very ill. She insisted that I get my degree and license to practice animal medicine. She gave me the money to do it. It's such a shame I wasn't able to pay her back and she wasn't able to see me graduate. Roar and Kaos were there though.” He smiled and she watched the traces of sadness disappear from his face.

Trace laughed, "They threw me such a party. I still get headaches when I think about it. I think we ended up in Tijuana.” He looked over at Calla smiling. In his eyes was a mixture of happiness and sadness. He opened his arms and she went right to him. In his arms, Calla opened up and told him about her parent's bitter divorce, as well as being caught in a tug of war between them. She told him about her sister, whom she's not close with. She also talked about getting picked on because she was so shy and withdrawn. She told him about feeling awkward growing up.

Calla even told him about Bobby and his betrayal. Trace gave her a reassuring squeeze and she snuggled into him even further. She had exposed herself with someone other than Nora or Martie and it felt good, it felt right. Trace kissed the top of her head and smiled. Listening to Calla, telling him about her life, he realized that he wanted to be apart of it. Then he realized that he had fallen in love with her, like his parents had done. His mother had always told him that from the instant she had seen his father, she knew. Now Trace knew what that felt like. He wanted to be with her always. It felt right being with her.

"I want to be with you beyond this.” Calla knew what he was saying and she smiled and nodded. "I want to be with you beyond this too.” Calla had realized listening to Trace, that she was falling for him. They started to clean up the mini picnic, after folding the blankets and stacking the pillows. Trace led her to his bedroom; his arms filled with blankets and hers with pillows. Trace directed her to the bed. She sat down and watched him pile the blankets and pillows on what looked like a trunk that sat under a window.

Calla couldn't make too much out; there were candles lit in the room, but not enough for her see everything in detail. Trace left the room to extinguish the fire and put away the candles. Calla examined the bed she sat on. She could make out that it was an old fashion brass bed with tall brass posts. Laying back and stretching; she savored the feel of the cool silk against her skin. Calla realized that this was the most time she had spent naked and she was actually comfortable with it. She stretched again and heard a groan. She looked over at the doorway, where Trace stood and smiled. By the light of the two candles in his hand she could see he was aroused. She rolled over onto her side and smiled wickedly. "Ready to make love?"

Trace put down the candles quickly and joined her on the bed. He pinned her to the mattress and brought his head down, a mere breathe away from her face and said "Always.” He kissed her softly. It was a gently loving kiss. He explored her body yet again only slowly and with a tenderness that made Calla feel cherished and loved. When he finally entered her, he did it gradually. He made love to her slowly this time; it was as if he were savoring every moment he was inside of her. He watched her come and soon he followed her. When she fell asleep, he kissed her forehead and brushed back her hair from her face and whispered, "Ya tebyA lyublyU."
Morning light streamed through the window, the storm had passed. "Hey, Bro there's a car outside, we got a guest?”

Roar came charging through the door of his brother's room without knocking. "Hey bro you missed it, oh . . . "Eyes wide he couldn't stop staring at the scene before him. His brother was tangled up in the sheets with a woman who was currently holding the sheets across her chest and blushing. "I guess you're back to seducing the guests again huh?"Roar said. He'd meant it to be a joke, but the woman didn't understand his humor. Trace watched in horror as color drained from her face.
Calla struggled to get out of bed and ended up falling to the floor. Roar winced and he watched his brother try to explain. "Calla, please, Roar is kidding, he's got a shitty sense of humor. Calla please.” The woman named Calla rushed passed him in a blur. Trace managed to disentangle himself from the sheets and go after her but not before he punched his brother in the arm.

Trace found her in her room. She was just pulling a shirt over her head when he walked in. "Get out!” She yelled. "Calla please. Roar is just . . . he's . . . "Trace struggled to find words that would describe his younger brother. Meanwhile Calla pulled on her socks and shoes, zipped up her bag, slung it over her shoulder and shoved her way past him. "Calla!"

He caught up to her at the front desk where she laid a fifty-dollar bill on the counter. "It's only twenty- five for one night.” He said knowing it wouldn't help. "It's a tip for the fabulous service.” She said coldly. Trace felt ice develop in his veins at her intimation. He followed her out the door, "Calla, what happened between us, it meant something to me. Please, let's talk.” Calla got in her car and slammed the door shut. "Calla! Sweetheart, please. Honey, let's talk about it. Calla!” She started her car.

"Boy is she angry. What's up with you calling her sweetheart and honey?” Trace ignored him. He walked toward her car, ignoring the gravel in his bare feet. Before he could get to her, she hit the gas and took off, leaving gravel spraying in her wake, hitting Trace's bare legs. "Dude, you do know you're naked right?” Roar asked as he bit into an apple. Trace didn't say anything; instead he turned to his brother glaring and decked him. Roar went flying back and hit the ground, the apple flying out of his hand. Trace marched back into the B & B. Roar sat up and rubbed his jaw, "Awww, man my apple.” He said, looking down at the now dusty gravel covered piece of fruit.