The Prospect - Eliot Parker (top 10 novels .txt) 📗

/> “Loves you,” Shane added.
“Yea. Some people think that he is overprotective sometimes. But that is the way he is. I am the only child he has. Ever since my mom died, he feels burdened to make sure that I grow up and succeed, and hopefully leave this town someday.”
“Being somewhat from here and then moving back, I have seen both sides of that,” Shane responded. “Mom was from here, and when dad died, she moved to Pittsburgh. She had always wanted to live there. I know in a lot of ways, it was her worst nightmare when I was selected by the Cincinnati Reds.” Shane paused thoughtfully, then continied. “I can remember her always grimacing when we would hear about news and events going on across West Virginia on the news at night. She hates it here.”
“But she is making sacrifices for you Shane, and that’s difficult to do,” Olivia said soothingly. As she spoke, she began to quickly rinse the glasses and drop them on the dishwasher rack. “It sounds to me like Sheaville is a painful part of her past. Walking back into that past is often difficult.”
Shane shifted the focus of the conversation back to Olivia. “If you do not mind me asking…what happened to your mom?”
Olivia paused the rinsing and turned to face Shane, who was standing directly beside her. “Mom died from pancreatic cancer. When I was five, they took her to the hospital in Charleston for her first diagnosis. I can still remember how firghtened she looked.” Tears gradually began to form in the corner of Olivia’s eyes as she reminisced.
“When she got really sick, she couldn’t even breathe on her own, Shane. She was hooked up to all these machines and….daddy was so sad. All he kept saying was that everything would be okay. And then she was gone.”
As if all ounces of air had been squeezed from her body, Olivia collapsed into Shane’s slightly parted arms, sobbing quietly. Her soap drenched fingers reached around his neck and clung tightly into his shirt collar. In response, he embraced Olivia tightly as her tears moistened the right side of his shirt.
“I am so sorry,” Shane whispered, trying to consider something more comforting to say
Olivia pulled away from him and wiped the tears from her eyes, flinging soap bubbles onto the floor. “Sorry, I should not have gotten so emotional.”
“It’s okay, really. We have one thing in common though Olivia Mitchell. We are down one parent and we have to make sure we take care of the one we have left.”
As he winked at Olivia, she grinned. Wisps of auburn hair hung over her eyes and her face never looked more angelic. Clumps of Shane’s wet hair began to bulge outwards from his scalp. Shane pivoted his left foot away from Olivia and he began to step away as something began to swell uncomfortably inside him. Without warning, Shane collapsed to one knee, screaming in agony.

XXI

“Oh my God, Shane!” exclaimed Olivia, who had watched Shane go from confidant to crippled in the blink of an eye. “What’s wrong?”
All he could do was wail and clutch his side. “Oh my God, it hurts, make it stop, please make it stop!”
Olivia knelt forward and Shane crawled away from her on his hands and knees to the foyer. His mind was flooded with personal promises and memories about that night a few months ago when he found his mother in a catatonic state; the first instance of this indescribable pain. Someday soon, Shane promised himself, he would go and have a doctor examine him. He did not tell his mother, Walter Mann, or anyone else about the problem. Now, Shane wished he had said something to somebody.
Uncertain and frightened, Olivia hovered over him. Shane lifted his body, now almost completely ravaged in pain, and drug himself across the floor from the kitchen to the foyer. When Olivia arrived behind him in the foyer, Shane was climbing towards the steps, crying and moaning.
In a decisive move, Olivia leaped over Shane, being careful not to trounce him with her heeled shoes and she turned him over.
Frantic, Olivia found herself screaming at Shane. “Shane, talk to me, what is wrong. Please tell me! I do not know what to do!”
“Oh God…ahhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh!” Those were the only responses he gave. For the first time, Shane needed Olivia to help him, something that seemed senseless when they first met a few months ago.
Olivia began ripping at Shane’s dress shirt, first loosening the tie and then pulling apart the buttoned portions. The clear buttons popped off the shirt instantly. She attempted to reposition Shane’s arms, since they were clutched to his side. She placed them vertically, and gently slid the shirt down his shoulders.
Noticing that he was not bleeding, she began to take her hands and massage his abdomen and rib cage. Shane continued to write in pain. Olivia massaged harder, sliding her hands across Shane’s rippled stomach. His skin was warm, moist, and smooth. His skin clothes were tinged with a scent of stale tobacco smoke and semi-sweet cologne.
Slowly, Shane began to relax as the pain subsided. His cries began to soften as he slipped his hands over Olivia’s fingers. Opening his eyes, his pupils began to focus on the object in front of him. Determining it was Olivia, he murmured, “Thank you,” exasperatingly.
Shane gathered himself and rested on his elbows. His back was now sore after having been driven into the steps by Olivia’s weight. Olivia placed her knee in between his legs and leaned forward as Shane stated, “What did I tell you, a disastrous night.” His voice was rough and dry.
“Looks to me like you ate too fast,” Olivia acknowledged laughingly. “As fast as you inhaled that lasagna, I can see why.”
Shane was once again embarrassed. Now free from pain, he contemplated what to do and say next. Perhaps, he thought, he should say nothing. Describing or explaining what just happened may not make sense.
Realizing that his shirt had been removed, he felt his face once again burning with embarrassment. Shane took his hand and softly stroked Olivia’s face. Her cheekbones were full of color, and silky smooth to the touch. Her hair was soft and straight and her chocolate browns eyes were soft and inviting. Without breathing, Shane rose and met Olivia’s gaze and kissed her sensuously.
Olivia did not pull away. Instead, she passionately returned the kiss. Shane’s tongue began probing her parted lips, seeking to penetrate the space inside the thin barricades.
The gesture made Olivia kiss harder as Shane slipped his hand around the base of her neck. Soon, their tongues were intertwined in a sprightly joust. The only sound emanating from either individual were deep, inhaled breaths.
Shane could feel a paralysis of fatigue consuming his entire body, particularly in his hips and abdomen from the searing pain that permeated his muscles. Yet having Olivia close to him erased any thoughts of tiredness.
With an effortless motion, Shane dug his heels into the steps and cradled Olivia, still kissing her lips and slowly moving towards her neck and earlobes. Olivia moaned in ecstasy as she slid her fingers through Shane’s stringy, blond hair.
Shane proceeded to carry her up the stairway and into a bedroom that veered towards the left side of the hallway at the top of the steps. Substituting his right foot for his hand, Shane flung the door closed and gently laid Olivia down on the soft, elongated bed.
Shane stopped kissing Olivia and stroked his hand along the contours of her face. He knew had to make a decision. For her part, Olivia at first looked a little nervous and then suddenly smiled slyly at Shane. Shane believed there was no way to stop. Olivia appeared to be thinking the exact same thought. She conveyed her belief by caressing Shane’s nipples with her free hand.
In response to the gesture, Shane could feel his penis stiffen and his breathing was once again labored. Hormones and adrenaline had grown to such a high level in the young man’s body that for an instant he seriously doubted that he had any blood left in his veins.
Olivia pressed her body against the bed and eased her hands in circular patterns over the entire length of Shane’s exposed back. Saying nothing, Shane moved close to Olivia and then paused; there faces mere inches apart. He could smell her sweet breath on his face as time seemed to grind to a complete standstill.
Both could feel as well as hear their own heartbeats. Shane grinned at Olivia and once again, without warning, slipped his tongue into her mouth. Olivia kissed back, powerfully and needful, her tongue feeling around the inside of Shane’s mouth and rubbing along the backside of his teeth, tickling Shane slightly.
The two kissed for several minutes, noisily sucking on each other’s mouths and then Olivia bit Shane’s upper lip slightly, before backing off and smiling once again. Shane took a deep breath and grinned at her sheepishly, knowing that Olivia was completely fine and also knowing that she was well aware of that fact.
Shane was now leaning into the girl when he released the pressure of his weight and started to unbutton her blouse. Olivia watched quietly and cooperated fully as he took the blouse off and checked over her. Her breasts were small, firm, and plump and her nipples resembled small, pink stubs. Apparently satisfied, Shane leaned forward and nibbled on her left tit, while squeezing her leg with his hands. Olivia moaned involuntarily.
Olivia’s dress was off in mere seconds. Now resting comfortably on their sides, Olivia was able to stare appreciatively at Shane’s chest. All of his muscles from his shoulders to his navel were well defined and his chest was smooth and silky. She kissed her way from Shane’s belly button to his neck, and then nibbled on his left earlobe. Shane moved once again, and began to graze on Olivia’s ear as he pressed her into the crevices of the mattress.
Olivia giggled as he tickled her ear; the sound was nearly musical to him. Olivia grabbed Shane’s neck and began kissing him again. Her technique altered from needful and intense to soft and sensual. Shane had he ever been with a girl, more importantly, a girl sexually, nor been with one as radiant and passionate as Olivia Mitchell.
Soon Shane felt Olivia’s hands at his belt and while she opened it, Shane kicked off his shoes. Olivia had his pants off in one fluid motion, as though they had been practiced lovers for years rather than minutes. His underwear was gone a moment later, and Olivia’s mouth was breathing on Shane’s penis a fraction of a second later. She wasted little time with formality.
Neither Shane nor Olivia had said a word since arriving in the bedroom, and she decided to be first. “I love you,” she said calmly, smirking since there was a brief pause. Shane leaned forward, sloppily kissed Olivia, and after a fumbled attempt on his part, was able to position himself properly in between her magnificent nude body.

XXII

The US Airways Canada Air Regional Jet airplane to Savannah, Georgia via Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, pulled away from the tarmac at Charleston’s Yeager Airport around 7:40a.m. Since Shane was the only player to make the All-Star team representing the Sheaville Loggers, the residents of Sheaville, encouraged by Frank Miller and Jack Busby specifically, collected enough money for Shane to fly south roundtrip. Although Shane had skipped out of the Mitchell home late the night before to avoid being discovered by Chaz Martinez and the mayor, the last forty-eight hours had been erratic and incomprehensible. From growing closer to deciphering