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XX
Cabos San Lucas - Mexico
The plane to Cabos San Lucas was ready for landing.
You could hear the carts unhooking and the plane losing altitude gently and gliating on the runway.
Dylan couldn't help but look at Brenda. She had no doubt in following him on this adventure. When he had read Christine's letter with directions, for both Brenda and Valerie the matter was simple. Build a plan, figure out how to get around, leave for Cabos San Lucas.
Daniel and Jonesey were part of it . It was supposed to be well-orchestrated group work.
Dylan hated that Daniel was with them, he would have wanted those days for Brenda and for him, like those of Baja, but he needed a male protagonist to team up with Valerie, the only two that neither Kevin nor Suzanne had ever seen.
Jonesy was a weird guy, pretty over the top, but Christine had told him he was the best at these things, a real hound and in fact it was true.
He had gone to Dylan's as soon as he called him. He had already done some research, Suzanne and Kevin now calling themselves Karl and Kitty Kavendish, while Erika had remained Erika.
Dylan picked up the photograph where his sister was portrayed with the babysitter, a young local woman who held her by the hand to accompany her to the dance school. Erika's gaze was out. Sad.
Dylan didn't even know if she was really his sister but he never really cared, he didn't want Erika to suffer what he had suffered during his childhood and the immediate connection he had created with the little girl had given him the semblance of a family and filled his heart. It was enough for him, more than any DNA test.
Kevin and Suzanne had been in Brazil for some time, they had made contact with big drug traffickers who had provided them with new identities and in return they bothered to transport a few pounds of cocaine to the border with the United States. A young family with a tender child was almost never controlled.
Dylan hated seeing them together when the photo of the two of them happened in his hands.
He felt ashamed of being teased, for trusting them, for his stupid heart.
Dylan's money was in a checking account at a bank in Mexico. They had to take over the code and then Jonesy who was a cyber scam wizard would transfer the money.
That's why the plan was needed and Valerie and Daniel came into play, a young sexy couple who had to try to approach the Kavendish and see if they were ready to screw with each other.
It could have been fine or failed.
Valerie had no doubts. She didn't like Kevin, he wasn't at all attractive, but she made it clear to Dylan that she wanted a reward in case she managed to seduce the man.
Daniel was an actor, for him acting was not a problem to the extent that seducing Suzanne was not a problem for Brenda.
"It's going to be like playing a part in a comedy," he said to convince himself. After all, he liked this part of his life and also didn't want to leave Brenda alone with Dylan on that trip to Mexico. He knew Dylan's feelings. He could hear and observe them, and he feared that he would take Brenda away from him. Finally he too had found happiness and was not willing to let it go for any reason in the world.
Daniel saw the way they looked at each other but firmly believed in Brenda and in the fact that she would never give up on her future in London. Brenda was too independent and didn't trust Dylan. The bigger the love the deeper the wound and this he had learned well, it was exactly what he had done to Clara. His biggest regret.
XX
Los Angeles.
Ray went to pick up Donna. The relationship between the two of them was beginning to take their first steps, sometimes Ray was a bit rigid but Donna attributed that rigidity to the fact that Donna's world was an unknown world. Ray was from Reseda. He was from a humble family, he had been working since he was a kid, but when he went on stage, Ray transformed, he became sweet, it was as if a foreign sun illuminated him and Donna always fell in love with his voice, the protective way he addressed her with his songs.
They had decided to spend the day at the beach, Donna had purchased a new red bikini that highlighted her breasts and her slender curves. It had cost a lot and her mother hadn't been particularly happy with this purchase, but her father had winked at her and told her the only possible thing "you're beautiful".
Ray easted Donna from head to toe and was immediately excited to see her. Donna had told him about the fact that she wanted to remain a virgin until the wedding, it was something she had made clear right away and he had told her that it was a strange thing but he could accept it. He actually believed it was just a matter of time and then he really liked Donna, she was different, she had never had prejudice about him and the thing he loved most was that she was totally involved with his music.
"Do you like it?" Donna had asked him.
"A lot," he told her, putting his hands on her hips and pressing his body against hers. The two began to kiss. Ray knew the limits within which he could push himself on Donna's body so he began to touch her, to caress her breasts, and then as soon as he reached the erection it was increasingly difficult to have to stop at Donna's "no". He sighed.
"Are you ready for the beach?" She asked.
"Let's go," he replied with half a smile.
Kelly walked out of her room at the time. That's day, she had opened the door for Brandon and allowed him to reconnect with her even though they weren't together, she needed time and space just like they needed time to heal the wounds on her body. Brandon was happy with, he could spend with her, he thought it was at least another possibility, something to move forward.
Kelly had just washed her hair and kept it wrapped in the towel. Brandon walked in at that moment taking advantage of the door opened by Ray and Donna.
"Hey"
"Hey" Kelly smiled shyly.
"I brought you coffee, with soy milk and caramel"
Kelly took the coffee Brandon had brought her in her hands and they went to her room together.
"News from Brenda and Dylan?"
Brandon nodded "They landed a couple of hours ago and took the hotel rooms, Dylan and that Jonesy have already done an inspection" Brandon sighed "I don't even know why Brenda let herself be convinced to go".
Kelly smiled "I don't think there was any need to convince her, she loves him, she always will, to me it seems obvious and then she's not alone, Daniel and Valerie are with them. I'm surprised they didn't ask you to go."
Brandon didn't answer and just looked at Kelly and this made Kelly understand that they had probably asked him but he had preferred to be with her.
"Is that true?" Kelly asked.
"I didn't want to leave you alone," Brandon replied sweetly, "who takes care of you and then you said it, Brenda is not alone."
Brandon smiled shyly.
They were no longer together and he was not allowed to touch Kelly, he just went to visit her every day, to open the windows of her room and her heart, to let air into her lungs.
Kelly pulled out the towel and the wet blond hair fell on her shoulders. She didn't have a thread of makeup and the bandages on her neck and arm kept reminding Brandon why she was no longer his girlfriend.
"Do you want me to help you dry them?" He asked.
Kelly laughed "seriously? The student president now is a hairdresser"
Brandon laughed like her "if you tell me how I can do it I'll do it."
Kelly thought about it, pointed to the hair dryer and the brush, a pair of tongs to hold up the hair and gave some instructions to Brandon. Hold the hair dryer with the tip down, and roll the hair gently, pass the hair dryer strand by strand, down and up.
"It doesn't seem difficult to me," he said, "but don't expect me to be able to make you up."
Kelly laughed again, it was the first smiles she made after a long time and so dark. The windows were open and light was finally coming in.
Her smile went out almost immediately "the modeling agency called" said Kelly "they chose some of my photos for the cover of Seventeen"
"That's great," Brandon replied.
"No it's not," Kelly said bitterly.
Brandon didn't know what to answer.
"They don't know what happened to me, they took the photos much earlier"
Suddenly the tears began to rise.
Brandon put down the hair dryer and came to Kelly's face "do you know what I see?"
'What?'
"The most beautiful woman I've ever met, Kelly you don't have to be perfect, that's not why I love you." That "I love" come out spontaneously and Brandon hadn't been able to stop it in time. He didn't want to put pressure on Kelly.
She didn't move. She didn't answer.
She wanted to answer him, but the traces of what had been were sticky and nailed her once again to not being able to trust him.
Brandon felt hurt, looked for a smile and wore it with ease, picked up the hair dryer.
"Are you ready?"
Kelly nodded. It was a disaster, but they laughed a lot, like Kelly hasn't laughed in a long time.
"I thought it was easier," Brandon said.
In the end the result was enough for Kelly, after all she liked that Brandon had done something for her as simple and so extraordinary as trying to help her fix her hair, it was a bit like when she could make him dance, he hated dancing with anyone but he danced with her.
"I just have to change my dressings," Kelly said, "and I'll be ready to go to college"
"If you want I can help you," Brandon proposed.
Kelly immediately stiffened "no" she said "no" I do it myself".
"ok" Brandon sighed
Brandon left the room, Brenda had told him that she didn't trust him and that it was exactly what he was supposed to win back.
XX
Cabos San Lucas.
Daniel and Valerie were forced to divide the room, at least in appearance, it was necessary not to make a mistake and it was necessary for Dylan and Brenda to stay away so as not to be discovered.
The headquarters was the hotel where Dylan, Brenda and Jonesy stayed while Valerie and Daniel had been taken a room in the most luxurious hotel in town, with a wonderful terrace overlooking the sea and just above the exclusive club frequented by the Kavendish.
"I could live here forever," Valerie said, looking out of the balcony and sipping a great prosecco.
"Yes, me too," Daniel smiled as he walked up to her wearing his costume. His muscles were extremely well defined and Valerie couldn't help but look at him.
He noticed it and smiled.
"It's lucky for me to be here, I speak Spanish, I'm Spanish."
"Doesn't it bother you that Brenda and Dylan are together in the other hotel?"
Daniel seemed confident.
"Should I worry?" He asked Valerie.
She thought about it, maybe Daniel didn't really want the truth, "no" answer Valerie said.
From the terrace they saw Kevin and Suzanne go to the beach.
"I think our time has come, the show goes on stage," Daniel said, taking Valerie hand.
Dylan, Brenda and Jonesy had stayed in their hotel, Valerie and Daniel had microphones everywhere and they could hear the conversation. Dylan was nervous, Brenda shook his hand, and Jonesy couldn't help but notice the vibrant connection between those two. He didn't ask questions. He had realized that the brunette was with that other, Daniel. Maybe... hell who knows.
Valerie and Daniel chose to sit right next to the Kavendish who were sipping an aperitif together. Erika was not there.
Better, Valerie thought.
Valerie was clinging to Daniel, and he had really entered the part. Kevin was hypnotized by Valerie as soon as he saw her. Those tight shapes in a blue bikini couldn't go unnoticed. Valerie felt his gaze and understood that the road could be easily opened. As he kissed Daniel he opened his eyes and looked at Kevin for a moment. He looked away then returned with his eyes on her.
Starting a conversation was not difficult.
"My God, they're starting to talk to them," Dylan said, surprised and happy.
The conversation was quite trivial, the Kavendish began to tell a lot of lies about where they came from, they said they had made a fortune with real estate investments.
"Yeah, with my money," Dylan said with gritted teeth.
Valerie and Daniel had presented themselves as a young couple of rather fiery guys, Marie and Michael Sanchez, he was Spanish and didn't have to lie, his accent immediately fascinated Suzanne. They had inherited their fortune from their parents who supported them and allowed them to go around the world.
Valerie needed to be a little alone with that Kevin who actually disgusted her, gave her bad chills and reminded her of things from her past that she wanted to forget instantly.
It didn't take long to accidentally spill the aperitif that accidentally soiled Suzanne's dress. Daniel and Valerie exchanged a very quick look of understanding that went unnoticed in the eyes of the Kavendish.
"Damn I'm really sorry," said Valerie mortified.
"No, it doesn't matter," Suzanne replied, trying to dry the dress with a napkin.
"We have a suite right above, if you want I'll accompany you."
"You can take one of my Versaces to change, let me help you" Valerie said.
The word Versace enlightened Suzanne who looked at Valerie and thought she was just another spoiled fool to whom life had given everything.
"I'll accompany you," Daniel said with a smile that no one could resist. "I had to go to the room too to get my credit cards, I want to offer you lunch to make us forgive."
Dylan snorted, all those expenses were his, including the Versace bought by Valerie, to give a semblance of wealth, other clothes had been borrowed from Jackie, Kelly and Donna.
Valerie was left alone with Kevin. He made her want to throw up so she wore the heaviest of the armor she possessed.
She tried to seduce him by the position of the body, the tone of the voice.
"You're one who knows how to hold a conversation.." Kevin told her without being able to take his eyes off her.
"I do my best, I like to have fun"
"Me too," he said with a predatory look.
Valerie smiled mischievously at him.
"Tomorrow we would like to go outside with our boat," Kevin said, "do you want to come with us?"
"It depends..."
'It depends on what?' Kevin asked.
"Would we have a chance to be as alone as we are today?" Valerie asked, running a finger over her lips.
Kevin smiled with a horrible grin "why don't you come to our place for dinner tonight?"
"That would be great," she said with a mischievous air.
"This girl is amazing," Jonesy said, "in less than 24 hours she managed to get invited to their house. I should hire her"
Dylan and Brenda looked at each other. Dylan instinctively shook Brenda's hand tightly.
XX
Los Angeles
There were a few people at the Beach Club. The days were still warm and sunny, enough to spend the day at the beach. Ray needed to relax, his debut at Peach had made him very nervous.
Ray didn't know anyone while in ten minutes Donna had greeted at least a hundred people. Ray looked around and hated anyone. He also couldn't stand the look of the boys on Donna's body. Jealousy was something that overwhelming him. He tried to stay calm, I kept a friendly attitude but it was getting harder and harder for him. He also had to endure the presence of those stupid friends of Donna: Steve and Clare. The two pretended not to be together, it wasn't clear exactly why, but Ray had one day heard them fuck in her room, in the beach house. He had gone to pick up some forgotten sheet music at Donna's house. Donna had given him the keys It didn't take long to recognize the voices of those two. They had chosen not to come out and Ray didn't give a damn of the two of them and the fact that the rest of the idiotic friends knew. Then there was that failed hip hop of Donna's ex-boyfriend, David, also a musician of a completely different kind. Ray kept an eye on him but it seemed that the two had nothing in common anymore. David had freed himself from Donna's frigidity and it seems that now he was having a good time with Valerie. That group had something incestuous, they exchanged patners.
Ray had only had a big headache in the midst of all those people.
Donna tried to involve him in the activities along with Steve and Clare.
"You go" he had replied as he watched her play in the water with the others.
Donna could have fun everywhere.
What Ray couldn't stand were the hands of a boy above her who was trying to lift her up to make her dive. Ray approached with great strides towards Donna.
"Maybe you better go out"
Donna couldn't hear well because of the music and the noisy screams.
"Get out," he told her.
Donna understood and her smile died. Ray handed her a towel and covered her under the disapproving gaze of Clare and Steve.
"But what happened?"
"Do you like to get hands on you? It's not a show that I want to see, so I say goodbye Donna, I'm going home, you can stay if you want."
Donna bit her lip, she really didn't understand what she had done wrong, but she decided she didn't want to upset Ray in any way so she followed him.
"I'm coming with you," she told him, "maybe you can try your songs a little, we can go by you," she proposed with a smile.
Ray smiled, Donna was very sweet. He kissed her on the lips "sorry" and told her "it's just that I don't like being in the middle of people too much".
"Forgiven," she replied. Donna took her belongings and got into Ray's van.
Things could have been better, she said to herself, she didn't want to lose Ray. No one could save him like she could save him and then he could change, Ray could change and accept her world. With this in mind Ray turned on the van and they went away quikly.
XX
Beach House.
Brandon was waiting for Kelly to come out of the bathroom, it was quite late, by now the morning classes had skipped.
Kelly returned to the room still in a bathrobe. The voice was low.
'What's going on?'
"I can't do myself," she said, "I need your help."
Kelly looked up and looked at him.
Brandon smiled at her. He helped her undress and take off her bathrobe, Kelly's very white back that had so many times been Brandon's house was disfigured by a red spot extended up to her neck.
Brandon was behind her, those wounds were devastating for Brandon, he had never really realized.
"I know I'm horrible"
"No you're not," he said, handling the ointment and gently spreading it over Kelly's skin, "do I hurt you?"
"No," said Kelly.
Kelly sighed "sometimes I wonder if I did anything terrible to deserve this"
"No one deserves this Kelly"
Brandon put down the ointment and let the cream absorb well.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Then Kelly turned "I love you" she said "I don't want to wait anymore."
Kelly was in front of him, with her white breasts still intact and a scarring wound on her back, all her weaknesses were in front of him, and she was entrusting them to him again. Kelly had picked up everything she had left and was putting it in Brandon's hands again, because she needed to be brave, again. Like the day she had taken the plane and flew to Washington.
"I love you," he replied. Then he kissed her on the lips, the kiss became much more intense, Brandon was afraid to touch her, to hurt her, it was she who took his hands and guided them over her body, let him lift her up and sit on the marble floor of the sinks.
Kelly's back was well reflected in the mirror in front of Brandon's eyes but he couldn't see it anymore, he only saw her, it didn't seem true to him that he could go back to her and with her. They made love like this, on the bathroom shelf, in a very sweet way. It was almost a prayer, passing from Brandon's mouth on Kelly's skin, from Kelly's hands to Brandon's pleasure. Brandon's body was between Kelly's open legs and moved slowly, in her, his lips sucked out Kelly's breasts while she was stroking his hair and pulling her head back to enjoy. He pushed her hips closer to him, she groaned, Brandon had to put a hand on her mouth to keep her from screaming while increasing the thrusts inside her. They came together, at the same time, it took a few minutes to calm the breath of both, as they leaned their heads on each other's shoulders holding each other tight.The bandages cover the wounds but do not heal them, love heals, love saves, they made love for that relationship to be saved, it managed like water to dig the hard stone to find its way to the sea.
XX
Cabos San Luca.
Valerie and Daniel went to the Kavendish for dinner, they entered the wolf's den.
They had had a chance to catch up with Dylan , decide on a strategy, what would they do once inside that house? What were they supposed to look for?
Jonesy gave them both a small camera, a way to be able to photograph anything, documents, places, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, that damn code.
Jonesy would listen to them all the time, hoping neither Daniel nor Valerie would make missteps, it was really hard to trust beginners.
Brenda was in her room. She had taken a long bath, the day had been very long. She was glad that things were going well. She had managed to stay with Daniel in the afternoon. It was really a good and loving afternoon. Brenda was grateful to that guy who came out of nowhere who had become a sudden ally in her life and even Dylan's. Daniel and Dylan the opposite of each other. She loved them both, she was sure but in a different way.
Dylan knocked on her door. Brenda quickly put on a shirt and went to open it. The hair was still wet and loose on the shoulders. The porcelain leather. To Dylan she looked like an angel.
'Are you all right?' She asked with a worried look.
"Everything is fine" he smiled "dinner is going well, Jonesy is from there who listens to every single word, I brought you some coconut milk and two glasses, I would have liked to drink some champagne, but as you know..."
Brenda smiled "coconut milk is fine"
They settled on the balcony. There was a pleasant sea breeze.
"Mexico is a wonderful place"
"It always has been for us," she said with a note of nostalgia.
"It's true"
There were moments of silence.
"Thank you Brenda," he said.
Brenda turned around and looked at him with her big cerulean eyes.
'For what?'
"To be you, to be here."
Brenda smiled and lowered her eyes.
"I couldn't be anywhere else."
Brenda looked up.
Dylan took courage. He got up and brought his face closer to Brenda's who kept looking him in the eye, the same as in the evening of their first kiss, years ago.
"Dylan," she whispered.
Dylan didn't stop and touched her lips with his own, Brenda had no defense and no resistance, that magic, that damn magic was repeated every time he touched her.
They began to kiss more deeply. He lifted her up and she put her legs around his Mid section . Dylan took her to the bed like this.
He took off her shirt by slowly unbuttoning it as Brenda's breath lifted and lowered her bare breasts. Dylan put a hand gently touching them and continuing to kiss her.
Daniel thought Brenda but she couldn't do anything about it, not that night, not with that breeze and that sky, the scent of the cream after sun with which their bodies were impregnated. Brenda stripped off Dylan, she felt like crying, and she didn't know whether of joy or anger for not being able to stop him, because she was totally overwhelmed by that love, by him.
They found themselves naked on the bed, Dylan crept between her legs with his mouth kissing every inch and entering the inner thigh, Brenda had an orgasm almost immediately and squeezed his hair with her hand. while Dylan insisted on drawing small circles in her clitoris with his tongue. Brenda arched her back, pushed against his mouth. Her breasts moved up and down following the rhythm that Dylan imposed. It was incredible.
They looked into each other's eyes when he went back up and let Brenda rest her legs on his shoulders. They kissed, Brenda felt the taste of her own sex on his lips.
Dylan slipped into her and was seized by an uncontrollable voracity, a violence that Brenda wanted, tolerated, sought. He was really hard. She sank her nails into his back and begged him not to stop.
He made love to her but in reality it was as if he wanted to peel off small pieces of her and keep them with him forever.
"Turn around," he said. Brenda obeyed. He took her from behind, pressed her on her breasts, their tongues continued to intertwine
Brenda moaned as Dylan penetrated her. The breaths had become labored and uncontrollable.
Brenda put her hands around Dylan's neck who lifted her up and leaned her against the wall.
Her very white skin contrasted with his skin tanned by his sea. Brenda hung on to him, clinging to him, while Dylan took the pieces of himself, once again, and took them so he could keep his own soul glued.
Dylan didn't go to Jonesy anymore. Jonesy could hear them and didn't ask questions. He heard the two of them panting, the blows of the bed on the wall, the moans of pleasure of him, those suffocated of her. Jonesy put the headphones back on, it was none of his business, he was only interested in money, and it was a lot of money. The rest was their business. Dinner went on, Daniel and Valerie with the Kavendish, Dylan and Brenda made love to each other, sew up, put together, fucked hard, ripped their hearts out.