About the Book
Title: Girl Within Girl Book 2: Healing
Author: S.P. Aruna
Genre: Erotic Thriller
Trapped in a mountain cabin with three, possible four, women....every
guy's dream, right? Or could it turn out to be a nightmare?
Dr. Sean Paisley needs to find out how to bring these women together -
his survival depends on it. To make matters worse, he's in love with all of
them....made passionate love to all of them. Throw in a nasty grizzly bear and
the dark forces of the government and the situation becomes even more dire.
In the end, he was stuck with Belinda, a hysterical, suicidal, homicidal
maniac of a person, confined together in the wilderness of the onset of winter.
Now both
their lives are at stake.
Author Bio
I'm a Cambodian woman of mixed blood, married
to an aspiring author, and of course he had something to do with my idea to
write entertaining fiction. We live in a little green house in the countryside
in southern Cambodia. No kids yet, but we're working on it.
I live on a large plot
of land and I enjoy taking care of my trees, plants, and flowers. I also love
embroidery, stitching to make beautiful pictures. It's very meditative for me.
And then I frame them and put them all over the walls of my house, which drives
my husband crazy.
I'm a newbie when it
comes to being an author, but being an avid reader with eclectic tastes (I
enjoy reading just about any genre as well as non-fiction) has helped me in my
plunge to write commercial fiction. Since I love erotic thriller type films, I
decided to write an erotic thriller series. I like the challenge of devising a
strong plot to embed my sexy scenes.
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Chapter
14 - ANISA
He only calls me
when he needs me for something, and despite my usual cool demeanor, this was
getting under my skin. I've been used like a tool what seems all of my life, by
the very people we were hiding out from. "What is it this time, Doc?"
"See for
yourself."
I didn't have to
see, I could smell. Not only did I have a visual acuity nearly 50 times greater
than an average human being, but my olfactory senses are almost on par with
canines. Yeah, that's how good they are. That however, never deterred me from
my habit of smoking, notwithstanding the noxious fumes. "Got a cigarette,
Doc?"
Sean was
flustered, and I enjoyed watching him teeter on the edge of panic. "Look,
get rid of the bears first, then I'll rummage around and find your
smokes."
"Open all the
canned goods we got, and take out any meat in the fridge." I walked to the
door and threw it open to find the cubs nosing around on the porch.
"Naughty little cubs, shoo!" I waved my arms at them and that's when
Big Mama came. She stood up on her hind legs and let out a roar that nearly
blew my housedress off. "Hey, cool
your jets big lady."
She came back down
on her front paws, took a few steps and sniffed me.
"Hi, remember
me?" Still standing on the threshold, I half turned my head. "If you
have the food ready, put it in a box. There's one in the corner." I held
out my hand and Mama Grizzly licked it. "Just hold on, it's
coming...that's not food, it's my hand."
Sean handed me the
box. "That's six cans of corned beef, four cans of tuna, all of them
opened, and the last of our hamburger meat. I'll have to go down and get more
supplies soon as these critters are gone."
I put the box on
my head and walked out with the bears scampering after me.
"Hey, where
you going?"
"Up the hill,
away from the cabin. There's a hollow below a big oak tree three quarters of
the way up. If we keep a stock of food there and make sure it doesn't run out,
they'll look there first and won't bother us at the cabin."
"That was
pretty neat," he said. "Balancing that box on your head as you
walked. Where did you learn that?"
We were sitting on
the sofa, now positioned in front of the fireplace, with a lovely little fire
burning, I might add. In the flickering orange glow, I could not stop myself
from thinking how handsome he was, particularly adorable with that lick that
hung over his forehead.
Not to mention, I
found his admiration for me totally appealing. "Think that's tough? Try
doing that with a 60-pound backpack and holding on to an M16 rifle."
"I presume you've
done that. Can you tell me where you were when called upon to do that?"
"Central
African Republic."
"What the
hell were you doing there?"
"Sorry,
that's classified info."
"So, is there
anything else you can tell me about your illustrious career, I mean the stuff
that's not classified, of course?"
I didn't exactly like his tone. "Are you
mocking me?"
"No, I'm
serious."
The contrite look
on his face showed that he was. So I told him the more interesting episodes of
my black ops experiences, but I deliberately omitted my assassination jobs,
like that last one in Columbia. I didn't want him to judge me too harshly, and
I found it strange that I should feel that way. I conceded that I had fallen
for this guy, and that's a first for me.
I was grateful that he didn't interrupt me with stupid questions. In
fact, he was rather an apt listener. Until I stopped talking, that is. Only a
minute's pause gave him the opportunity to fire away.
"You mean to
tell me that guy in Indonesia ..."
"Doc, why
don't we change the subject? I only
talked about it because I thought I owed you something."
"What do you
want to talk about?"
"Us."
"Me and
you?"
"All of us."
I could detect the
enthusiasm in his face, just as I anticipated. His smile was wider than the
Verrazano Bridge. "I think that's a great idea."
"Your face
betrays your delight in this." I said that with merely a hint of
criticism, but he got the message.
"Sorry if I
seem flippant. But it is a positive thing, to talk, don't you think?"
"More than
positive, it's crucial."
"So, to open
the discussion, what would you like to say?
"How did you
meet Belinda?" I asked him. "Through Katrina?"
"No, through
Cherry."
"Figures. Of
all of us, she's the shallowest personality. Easy to surface from there. It's
Katrina I'm worried about though."
"Why is
that?"
"Look,
according to you, healing is a matter of integration. That means that we as
individuals have to be absorbed, to no longer exist as individual beings.
Correct?"
He didn't say
anything at first.
"Correct?"
I repeated.
"Yes, I'd
have to say so."
"Katrina is
afraid."
"Why? She's
the host personality."
"I wouldn't
be so sure of that."
"Are you
afraid?"
"No. I knew
from the onset that my future would be short, considering the business I'm in.
If not killed by the enemy, I would eventually be terminated by my own
employers; or, at best, be brainwashed and reprogrammed. Anisa Grant does not
have much of a future, I know that already."
He responded by
simply sitting in silence. I could tell he was not happy about the situation, totally
unprepared for what was happening to him, not fully appreciating what healing
would entail.
"Are you
willing to see us go, me, Cherry, Katrina?"
"Why do you
keep mentioning Katrina?"
I was beginning to
doubt Dr. Paisley's competence. "Do they hand out psychiatry diplomas at
Wal-Mart?"
"What?"
"Big expert,
can't figure it out?"
He looked at me,
begging me to give him the answer to my question.
"I remember
the time at the hospital. So does Cherry. But Katrina? Can Katrina remember
being a patient?"
He looked at me
with his mouth wide open.
I've led him onto a path that he knew he had
to follow. And god, did he look pitiful.
I sensed that this
was a bad time, but I had no choice. It was either now or never. "Doc,
we've been through a lot of shit together, haven't we?"
"Certainly
have."
"Saved your
ass on a number of occasions?"
"That you
did."
"Remember how
I picked you up at that Mall, and we stole that car for our getaway?"
"You stole
it, not 'we'."
"And how we
made them stand down at that warehouse?"
"You stood
them down, I was shitting in my pants."
"Can I ask
you a favor? You're the only man that
I've ever been close to. Those bastards hard-wired us so we can't have close
relationships."
"What is it
Anisa?"
This was hard for
me, but I needed it. "I would like for you to say goodbye to me
properly."
"Wait a
minute, what do you mean, say goodbye? I'll see you again, won't I?"
"I don't
think so. You won't have any further need for me."
"Please,
Anisa, don't put it like that."
"Make love to
me. One more time. I want you to remember me in a nice way."
His face expressed
sadness, and it might have been my imagination, but I thought I could see those
gentle blue eyes moistening. He took my hand and kissed the back of it.
"Sure."
His soft kisses on
my face, him nuzzling my neck with his nose, the little love bites, and his
hands lovingly caressing my body, I thought to myself that this wasn't a bad
way to go. I reciprocated, giving back what he gave me, a slow, long savoring
of each other's bodies. I swear, there wasn't one part of us that wasn't grazed
by moist lips. He sucked on my nipples in greedy nourishment, but taking pauses
to look deeply into my eyes. I couldn't have asked for more. When he went down
on me, licking my clit and both my outer and inner lips, I floated in a realm
of pleasure. I was going to die happy, and this thought excited me. Eventually,
he was inside me and it didn't take long before we were entangled and thrashing
about like desperate animals. It was a once in a lifetime fuck. And as my
orgasm built up, I lost all control, my moans becoming shouts and I soared into
a blazing orgasm that electrified my body. Not just one, but a series of
bursts, getting bigger and bigger, until I felt his cock stiffen and spasm and
he came inside me with a heartfelt howl.
Afterwards, we lay
together in a place of contentment devoid of time. But all good things come to
an end.
"I'm going to take a valium," he
announced. "What about you?"
"I could use
one."
"Before we go
to sleep, I'm going to..."
"I know."
"I need to
wake up to Katrina."
"I
know."
"I'm going to
miss you."
I smiled with a
warm glow in my soul. "I know."
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