Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 4

JULIE

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The ear-shattering sharp sounds of a handgun being fired near her ear made it hard for Julie to focus and gain the upper-hand against her assailant. He'd been the only one who'd gotten close enough to end her life with three gun shot wounds to her chest and all she could do was close her eyes and wait for the last bullet to finish her off. Soon, she'd be dead and this would all end.

"Julie," the bad man with the gun said her name but how could he possibly know? She was supposed to be the one with all of his information, his location, where he was keeping all the weapons for the terrorist group he worked for. He wasn't supposed to know her name.

"Julie, wake up." The words sounded far away, just out of her reach as she drowned deeper into the pain he inflicted with his fists along with his gun.

"Who are you?" Julie asked, the rush of blood filling her lungs made it hard for her to talk but she needed to know who was going to erase her from existence soon.

"It's Miguel. Julie, please wake up." Miguel's voice suddenly became clearer and the unbearable pain she'd been in was gone once she opened her eyes and saw Miguel hovering over her in concern.

"Get off me." Julie ordered, still reeling from the panic and pain her dream-self had been in. Miguel held her arms straight across her chest, and that was when she realized, she was naked, and so was Miguel, and they were both in a sauna.

Fuck, she'd forgotten they both came here after their intense workout this morning. They needed to burn off the calories they consumed during dinner last night along with the alcohol. She must've fallen asleep while the steam relieved her aching muscles enough to make her body relax.

"How long has this been happening?" Miguel asked her as he pulled her towel off the bench she'd been sitting on and placed on top of her so she could cover up.

"Don't worry about it." Julie replied stiffly, not wanting to recall how the nightmares had started the night after she was kicked out of the military. They'd only gotten worse due to the man who almost killed her two and a half years ago. She'd been walking down the alley that lead her to the cardboard box fort she built for herself. It had been her home since they discharged her from the marines, and her family wanted nothing to do with her since she'd declared herself as bi-sexual. Her parents were religious freaks and god forbid anyone disobey the word of God.

Julie preferred to live on the streets a million times over than to beg either of them for a warm place to sleep in.

She didn't remember much about that night, the memories came to her from time to time, but only in bits and pieces. The only thing she did know was that she'd been beaten to death, raped and left for dead near a dumpster like the waste of space everyone thought she was.

The hazy part came afterwards when she woke up in the hospital. The first face she saw was Angie's and ever since then, she'd declared Angelina Garcia her personal savior.

"Angie told me the nightmares are getting worse. Why didn't you mention it to me?" Miguel began his questioning and Julie rolled her eyes as she turned away from his frown.

"I don't report to you or to anyone else anymore. Now get off me before I ruin your chances of ever having kids." Julie threatened sharply. Miguel released her hands and stepped away from her, allowing her to stand up and wrapped a towel around himself.

"Let me help you, Julie. You won't make it another year like this. Trust me." Miguel offered, reminding her of their former military friend Tommy Gilles, who committed suicide just last month, leaving behind his mourning pregnant wife. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is what they blamed it on. If you asked her, PTSD was only the beginning for those who'd seen the worst of men in the battlefield.

"Trust you? Why on earth would I trust someone who hates me?" Julie asked him, staring him down as she waited for an answer. She watched him reach to turn down the heat, and crossed her arms.

"Maybe because I don't? Maybe because as annoying and as pig-headed as you are, I don't regret saving your life that night." Miguel admitted as he turned to face her and the steam from the room began to dissolve into the vents above them.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I know you think it was Angie who found you in that alley. I know you think she was the one who took you to the hospital. But she wasn't. It was me." he continued, shattering everything she ever believed was true about that night. Miguel wasn't a liar. He was many things but never a liar, at least not to her. Which only terrified her more now that he came clean.

"No, I saw Angie there. I'm sure of it." Julie recalled, pulling images from her distorted memory, trying to think of an excuse to prove him wrong.

"I was at the bar that night, and when I came out for a smoke in the alley, I saw what that fucker had finished doing to you and I lost it. I fucking lost it and threw him onto the road and his fucking body was crushed instantly underneath a city bus," he began to explain and Julie felt her knees grow weak at his words and the memory of that night, but she did her best to stand her ground, waiting for him to finish his story. "I called the ambulance and I couldn't go with you because the cops were hounding me for a statement. After they were done with me, I called Angie, told her what happened and she rushed right over to the hospital. I had to deploy to Cambodia the next day and that's why she was the first person you saw there with you." Miguel finished and his shoulders slumped in defeat as he rested against the door of the sauna and watched her carefully.

"If this is true..." Julie started, and covered her eyes as she sat down on one of the benches, trying to keep the waves of emotion from pouring out of her, "...then me and Angie....it was all a lie."

"My sister adores you, Julie. That part isn't a lie. But you needed to know the truth now, before you made the mistake of putting that ring on her finger without knowing all the facts." Miguel explained as he sat next to her and grabbed her hand in his, gripping it lightly as he kissed it.

"God-fucking-damn it, Miguel. You should've told me sooner." Julie argued as she looked up at him angrily.

"I'm an idiot. But you knew that already."

"Yeah, no shit."

Miguel chuckled then tipped her chin up, so she wouldn't be able to look away from him.

"I'll never forgive myself if you end up like Tommy. Please let me help you, Jules." Miguel pleaded and Julie considered it for a moment as she stared at their intertwined fingers. It was too much to process too soon. For now, she responded with a hug. Miguel brought her onto his lap and held her tight, dipping his fingers into her damp hair.

"Thank you for not leaving me to die in that alley." Julie whispered into his ear and closed her eyes when he buried his face into her chest and she felt his warm breath tickle the tops of her breasts. She knew her gratitude was clouding her judgement but man did she want to repay him.

"Never leave a man behind, remember?" Miguel teased, repeating their boot-camp mantra as he met her eyes and smiled at her.

"Or a sexy woman." Julie flirted as she licked her lips and straddled his growing erection beneath his towel.

"Julie, you don't have to--" Miguel paused when she placed her finger over his lips to keep him from continuing and replaced it with her lips. His tongue felt as warm and as hungry as she remembered it. The way he kissed her, like he could live off of her lips alone, made her hot enough to remove her towel and wet enough to remove his. His arms tucked themselves underneath hers, while his hands gripped her shoulders and sank her down onto his shaft.

"Oh, fuck. When did you get so big?" Julie asked as she moved her hips up and down and Miguel spanked her bottom hard enough to make her jump with joy.

"You still like that, huh?" he teased, slipping in and out of her slowly as he sucked on her nipples and nibbled on them to add to her pleasure.

"Do it again," Julie demanded with a grin and Miguel obeyed her orders as usual, spanking her hard enough to make her grind faster. Her hands braced themselves behind him on the walls as she bounced up and down quickly along his growing cock. She couldn't remember the last time she had something so thick inside of her but it felt too fucking good to slow down. Julie's moans were stopped by his hungry kisses, and his hands gripped her hips tightly, rolling her against his dick faster. Miguel rubbed at her clit as she rode him, taking her nipples in his mouth simultaneously, making her lose her shit faster than she anticipated. Her inner walls, along with her teeth sinking into his shoulder, made him burst with come inside of her.

"Fuuuuuuck. Keep going," he ordered and Julie hopped off his lap only to return to it, but facing the other way, giving him a tighter angle to stick his cock into. When he drove into her from behind, Julie bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as he began to pound into her. She gasped and held her breath as she felt him stretch her again, encouraging her to reach for his balls to massage them, forcing him to come right into her again.

When he did, she joined him as well, both of their juices sliding up against her opening as their hips slowed down and they caught their breath.

"Are you okay?" Miguel asked her as the room began to spin in her line of vision, making her lightheaded and she pressed her fingers to her temples.

"I'm...fine...." Julie lied, but it wasn't long before she passed out, giving her bluff away as she descended back into the darkness.