Chapter 8 Recidivist

• Finally, in a last-ditch effort, Steve looked at the red flash of Chelsea's life preserver, pulled her hair, and with his other hand held tightly to a rock jutting out of the strong current. He pulled her toward him, tucked his arm in, and deftly managed to grab her waist. She was coughing heavily, had swallowed a lot of water and couldn't breathe.
• "Hold on, my love," he said, and she fainted on his shoulder, as he shouted, "I've got her!" Help me, I've got it.
• André and Chris paddled together, walking up to them, André offered his arms and between him and Steve they managed to get her into the boat. Then he stretched out his arm to help Steve. While inside the boat, Steve began to give Chelsea mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Arriving at the shore, the paramedics met them, took her to the small tent that served as a kind of doctor's office for emergencies like this. The doctor attended to the girl, who slowly began to react. Steve had a few scrapes from the huge rocks and branches in the rushing river.
• The doctor examined her and checked that there was no fluid in her lungs, the first aid she received from Steve had been the guarantee that she was alive. Sure enough, there was no water in his lungs. The doctor explained to Steve what had happened with Chelsea. Luckily when she fell, she had fainted and that allowed her level of unconsciousness to help her. Although it sounded illogical to Steve, it was true. It turns out that when a person falls into the water, it is precisely despair and anguish that prevents them from swimming and causes people to drown. In this case, his body was swept away by the current and except for the two times he became conscious, they were the few occasions when water got into his mouth.
• Chelsea was still paralyzed with fear; Sitting on the gurney, with her hands between her legs, she recalled that traumatic episode. In spite of this, he also felt love in his heart; Love for the man who had risked his life to save her. She remembered her words, he had called her "my love." Did he have feelings for her? Of course he did, if he hadn't felt it he wouldn't have risked death himself, just to rescue her.
• After keeping her under observation for a few minutes and Steve receiving attention and treating his wounds, the doctor discharged him. André was waiting for him outside to take them to the hotel, he climbed into the back seat and she with him, leaned back on his arm, he lifted it above her neck and she took refuge in his chest. None of them said anything about what had happened, except André when he stopped the car in front of the hotel.
• "I'm so sorry for what happened, Steve. He didn't answer, he was really outraged by his attitude towards Chelsea.
• They entered the hotel, walked to the elevator, he escorted her to her room and helped her lie down.
• "Rest, I'm going to take a bath and ask for something warm to be brought up for you to drink." He stroked her hair. He was about to get up and leave, but she held him by the forearm.
• "Don't go!" She looked at him tenderly, "Not tonight."
• She hugged him tightly and greedily sought his lips, Steve kissed her passionately, tenderly, fearfully, all those emotions crowded his chest. He couldn't believe he was about to lose her.
• "You don't know how scared I was to think you might have died! I love you," he said, cradling her face in her hands. She looked at him in surprise.
• "I'm alive, thanks to you!" She took both of his hands in hers and kissed them one by one. "I don't know if what I've felt for you since that night can be called love, from that moment on I can't stop thinking about you, feeling jealous at the thought that someone else is with you without you belonging to me, and the worst thing is that even if I try to hate you, I can't do it.
• Once again their lips joined this time in an intense and burning kiss, he helped her take off the clothes that were still wet, she also helped him undress, their still cold bodies needed to feel each other's warmth, like dry wood, the contact of their skins ignited with each touch, she let herself fall and he placed his body on hers. Both wanted and needed each other, there were no caresses, the desire contained in them was enough, it was a need to be united, to never let go.
• The lilting movements of their pelvises to the same rhythm, him inside her, she containing her sex, seizing her seminal fluids, uniting their souls through their bodies, that was love. They both felt it the same way, with the same urgency, with the same desperation and above all with an imperative need never to be separated from each other.
• That afternoon they made love a couple of times until they fell exhausted and completely happy.
• There was something between them that was unavoidable to hide, a special connection that few manage to find. Even though the return flight was scheduled for that night, Steve asked André to postpone it until the next morning.
• Minutes later, she stepped out of the shower, he waiting for the food and champagne service he had ordered for dinner together.
• The door rang and he covered with the towel, went out to receive the food, when he opened the door, in front of him, was Chris with a huge bouquet of red roses. Seeing him, the blonde's jaw dropped.
• "Wow, so you two did have something.
• At that moment, Chelsea came out wrapped in the towel and found herself facing Chris.
• "Yes," Steve replied, "she's my girl."
• Chelsea smiled, she had never heard someone take so much pride in proclaiming her as his girlfriend. She turned back to the bathroom to hide from the libidinous sight of Chris, who was staring at her without blinking.
• "Congratulations," he said with a wicked smile, "You deserve one like her."
• Those words were the trigger Steve needed to smash the coward's face, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall, slammed his fist into his face a couple of times, while calling him a coward. The waiter, with the help of one of the guards who saw the scene on the security cameras, managed to stop him and get him off his back.
• "Fucking New Yorker, forget that I'm going to invest my money in your miserable enterprise."
• Steve was like a demon, they had barely managed to contain him. Hearing the screams, Chelsea hurriedly dressed into a cotton nightgown she wore to sleep and walked out into the hallway. Seeing those men holding Steve, ran to his side. Chris's bloodied face was the precise answer to what just happened between them.
• "You and your brother can put your money wherever you want, I don't need your alms."
• Chris laughed and spat blood at Steve. He walked to the elevator, wiping his face with his forearm.
• "You're going to pay for this one, and the little woman is going to pay for it, too."
• The security guard apologized to Steve, it was obvious that they should warn him before Chris went up to his room. Chelsea hugged him by the waist, until that moment, Steve didn't realize that he was totally naked, he picked up the towel to cover himself. The waiter left the service inside the room and left.
• Chelsea kissed him a second time, this time she wanted to be hers passionately, the blood was still boiling inside Steve, so he took her desperately, tore her cotton nightgown with both hands exposing her breasts and sex, then carried her to the bed, pushed her hard, she let herself fall, took her by both legs intertwining her arms and dragged her until her buttocks were on the edge of the bed, he knelt down and devoured her sex, hungry and thirsty to taste her vaginal fluids.
• She moaned with pleasure, that kind of wild sex made her shudder and provoked in her a morbidity never felt before. Three different sexual encounters, full of different sensations, unique desires and needs.
• Chelsea was flying on a very high cloud, not imagining that perhaps her fall would be very painful.