Broken Obsession - Part Two (2 page)

And with women…well, let’s just say with green eyes,
nut-brown hair, broad shoulders, slim waist, lean hips and muscular
chest, women all around him couldn’t help but fall head over heels
in love with Eduardo Sanchez, Esq. at first sight.

But with all the attentiveness he’s endured over the
years, with considerate focus from females alone, there was still
just one woman he’s ever truly loved. One solitary female that
stirred the nerves in his stomach when he looked at her, one
particular woman he allowed to ruin his trust with his family,
break a bond with his brother and one woman who he’d walk through
fire for…
did
walk through fire for, and that was his
wife.

Amber Fitzgerald Sanchez…now his wife, for the rest
of her life!

Eduardo made sure that his wife got everything she
ever dreamed of when she woke up from her comatose state. Before
her despondency, Amber stated that she wanted to wake up in each
other’s arms, take walks on the beach and go away together. After
their brief stay in Las Vegas they were off to the islands of
Fiji—where Eduardo had arranged a four-week stay on a very secluded
island.

Turtle Island to be exact and Eduardo had rented the
entire island for the month. Turtle Island provided an
all-exclusive exotic vacation with private beaches and breathtaking
crystal blue water. The site of the film location “Blue Lagoon”
starring Brooke Shields, Turtle Island was the closest thing to
heaven on Earth for the newlywed couple.

Amber and Eduardo were at the resort, checking in
their baggage, when Eduardo grabbed Amber by her waist and brought
her body into his for a kiss. Amber wrapped her arms around his
neck and melted into happiness.

The attendant handed the twosome their keys and was
chagrined at the sight of the couple groping each other’s bodies as
if they were alone.

Eduardo broke apart from Amber and held out his hand
for the man to place the key in. “Bring our bags to us in about two
hours—”

“Four,” Amber corrected him, smiling and not
venturing off from his erotic gaze.

“Six,” Eduardo grinned back at her, shoving the keys
into his pants pocket.

“Six!” Amber hooted. “Oh my, planning for an
adventure, Mr. Sanchez?”

Eduardo grabbed her into him again as Amber flung her
head back feeling Eduardo twirl her body around into a circular
motion.

The moment they reached their private bungalow, their
clothes escaped their bodies. Amber pulled his shirt over his head,
Eduardo unzipped her skirt and Amber drew down his pants while
Eduardo unhooked her bra, and there they stayed, naked and alone
with another for nearly four days.

Amber came out of the bathroom dressed in a Hawaiian
motif sarong and turquoise bikini top intending on visiting the
beach. Eduardo’s mouth dropped open wide, she looked absolutely
gorgeous. Her hourglass figure tight and lean; her breasts sprung
to attention and he couldn’t keep his eyes off her 34-D’s.

Amber beamed and posed for him in the doorway. “I see
that you like it?”

“Are you kidding? We’re not going to make it to the
beach dear girl.”

Amber whined, “Oh, you promised! I want to see the
ocean at least once while I’m here. We’ve done nothing but make
love for four days!”

“And my wife is complaining?” Eduardo guffawed, “Most
wives would be jealous of you and your insatiable husband.”

Amber thought about it, smiled and then headed for
the door, taunting him. Eduardo grabbed her waist from behind and
pulled her body back in. “Oh no, you’re not getting away dressed
like that.”

“Eduardo, you are so bad!” Amber teased at him,
grabbing his neck and pulling him in for a soft hearted kiss.

“I know, now undress for me,” he demanded, leaning
back on the bed, enjoying the burlesque show. Good God, he loved to
look at her! Long raven hair, draping over the sides of her silky
shoulders, her soft supple complexion mixed over her honey-toned
skin. Her eyes, Good God, how he loved her eyes! Hazel,
mesmerizing, shades of brown, blue and green. The attribute he
loved most about Amber was her natural beauty. She never wore make
up, her eyelashes were always dark, her lips and cheeks always
covered in a pink hue, her face so trouble-free and lustrous—his
wife was radiant day or night.

Amber started to blush and then slowly unraveled her
sarong; underneath was a new turquoise-blue bathing bikini, but
kept it on until she took her top off. Untying it slowly, she
watched in delight as a sense of triumph arose when she noticed her
husband’s eyes transform from yellow-green to a deep dark emerald.
She eyed his body up and down as his legs grew wide and his
erection rose to the opportunity. Amber then slowly peeled down her
bikini top to expose her luscious generous breasts and tackled him
rolling their bodies romantically over the bed.

*****

That night on the beach, the twosome finally made it
out of the bungalow and lay down side by side on lounge chairs,
dipping their toes in the crystal blue water watching the sun about
to set.

“Tell me about Peyton,” Amber asked softly, reaching
over to caress a few strands of Eduardo’s hair that mussed up his
gorgeous face.

Peyton Enrique Sanchez, age two, was an extension of
their love and the miracle that brought their involvement full
circle. He was born to Amber and Eduardo while Amber was still
unconscious. It had been a miracle that she was even expectant at
all for Amber suffered from endometriosis and was scheduled to have
a hysterectomy when she and Eduardo had their traumatic fight
causing her to lie in a coma for sixteen months.

“Tell me about my son.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Has it been hard? Raising him, without me?”

“Your mother has been very helpful.”

“Really? My mother?” Amber said astonished,
disbelieving the facts as he relayed them to her. Her last
heart-to-heart conversation with her mother ended with Sheila being
displeased about their affair and that she thought Eduardo had been
using her to suit his ego.

“Let me tell you something about your mother,”
Eduardo voiced, stroking his wife’s fingers over and over. “Your
mother is a Godsend. She amazes me with how much life she’s lived
and how much she knows and what a big heart she has. I love your
mother and our son does too.”

“Really? How so?”

“Peyton lights up like a firefly when he’s around
her,” he gushed, holding Amber’s hand tight. “She plays with him,
and he responds to her gentleness; she really is a
great-grandmother,” he let go, thinking of his own mother and
father at that moment.

“And your mom, have you spoken to them yet?”

Eduardo closed his mouth and then gazed out toward
the ocean. “No,” he thought sadly, “They haven’t forgiven me yet,”
he paused, swallowing some spit of shame, “It’s going to take some
time. Our family values are unwavering and deep.”

Amber was insulted and laughed, “Oh yeah? Just
because my mother has been married quite a few times, that
automatically makes our values lesser than yours?”

Eduardo thought about it for a moment and then
laughed along with her, “No, I didn’t mean it that way, what I
meant was that my mother and father are not as liberal as your
mother is and not as forgiving. It will take some healing, but I
think she’ll soften with time. She’s gonna wake up one morning and
realize she’s missed out on knowing another grandchild and she’ll
be curious.”

“Do you think she’ll really want to see him?”

“Yah, she loves all her nieces and nephews and I’m
sure my Aunt’s are all bothering her with their curiosity and
gossip and it will definitely spark some kind of interest.”

“And you? My husband, my love? Finally a full-time
parent; unselfish and considerate?”

Eduardo smirked. “Our son,” he surged, reaching over
to Amber and moving her hair away from her shoulder, “Is amazing
and surprises me every day. Sometimes late at night, when I’m
unable to sleep, I go into Peyton’s room and sit there and stare at
him,” he said, leaning over her and grabbing her hand away from his
face to intertwine his fingers within hers. “I still can’t believe
he’s ours.”

“I still can’t believe I was pregnant,” Amber
declared.

“Me either. I’ll never forget watching him grow
inside you. The doctor’s all kept telling your mother and me that
you would suffer a miscarriage, but you didn’t. Peyton grew strong
within your womb and now’s he’s just...precocious.”

“Oh yah? How so?”

“Like I said, the boy is remarkable,” he pronounced,
lifting his jaw up to the sky. “He began talking at seven months
and started to walk when he was nine; you’ve met him, he’s so
smart—he wants to be a doctor.”

Amber started to laugh, “A doctor, already? How do
you know?”

“Oh I know, he’s always taking care of his stuffed
animals, carrying around a little pad of paper and a pen, the boy
is so focused. Mrs. Lopez is already speaking Spanish to him, and
he’s already conversing with her.”

“Wonderful, you mean my son will be able to swear at
me in Spanish while taking my temperature?”

Eduardo laughed, “Maybe even in French once I’m done
with him.”

Amber suddenly got up from the lounge chair and
walked over to the waves and into the cobalt ocean. Eduardo
followed her lead and grabbed her waist from behind; wrapping his
arms around her midriff as she welcomed his embrace. They both look
out at the vast clear blue sea beyond them and the beautiful array
of orange daylight spread out across the horizon.

“I want to get to know him,” Amber whispered out
toward the water.

He grabbed her tight, “You will.”

“I know that sounds awful, not knowing your own
child.”

Eduardo kissed Amber on her neck, “It was under
special circumstances.”

Amber closed her eyes from feeling special herself
and twirled her body around within his confine, landing a deep kiss
on his lips.

Eduardo accepted the enticement and grabbed her arm
leading them back to lie down on one lounge chair this time.

Legs meshed through one another, Eduardo was on top
of his wife, kissing her neck sensuously, when Amber heard her
husband whisper into her ear, “Do you realize how happy I am?”

Feeling him tug at her underwear, she helped his
hands draw them down to her ankles and away onto the sand before
Amber dug her nails into his back. “Probably not had happy as I
am,” she breathed, meeting his erotic movement, so stimulating and
so wonderfully flawless.

Eduardo’s rigid flesh digs into her as Amber sucked
him in buried beneath. “I don’t think so,” he exhaled, kissing his
wife erotically, his tongue delving inside the depths of her mouth.
He broke apart from her lips to pass his tongue behind her earlobe
sending Amber into internal bliss. “I feel like this weight has
been lifted off my shoulders,” he murmured into her ear, plunging
and cramming his wife full of his better part. “I’m about to
combust,” he wailed reaching his climax immediately.

Amber arched her back up as well and allowed her own
pinnacle to burst and spread.

Eduardo continued to lie on her body, and Amber
beamed. “God, I love you,” she cried. “Do you realize how much I
do?”

He kissed his wife with overzealous passion and moved
inside her once more. “I know you do; I can feel it in the way you
kiss me. Do you know how much I love you?”

Amber brought her torso up to him again and welcomed
her husband’s unappeasable enthusiasm. “I know you do; I can feel
it in the way you make love to me.”

Amber climaxed right away from Eduardo’s expertise
and felt her husband’s body go limp and shiver once more when he
reached another culmination. Amber opened up her eyes and stroked
his back, “Eduardo? What’s wrong?”

He didn’t say anything, but continued to shed tears
on the side of her neck. Amber felt his continual near-jerk
reactions of him trying to stifle his emotions and Amber continued
to embrace him and brought his body in further. She caressed his
hair, his neck, and then finally pulled his shoulders up. Eduardo
had tears in his eyes and she melted at the display. She kissed the
salty wetness and wiped the dampness away with her fingers,
“Baby...what’s wrong?”

“I’m afraid,” Eduardo eerily voiced, bowing his head
back into her neck.

Amber pulled up her husband’s head and made him look
her in the face, “Afraid…afraid of what?”

He kissed her tenderly on the lips, “The
repercussions,” he remarked mysteriously, “The fallout of our
actions.”

At that very moment, a strange, unfamiliar pang
darted through Amber’s chest which made her apprehensive as well.
He must have been contemplating this for quite some time to have
kept it from her only allowing her to see his fear until now. Amber
pulled her husband’s body back down to hers. “Oh baby, I love you
so much,” she voiced running her fingers through his head of hair,
“What you and I share, only a handful of people get to understand.
Remember, we’re soul mates, you and I; we’re healthier together
than we are apart and together we will overcome whatever tries to
end us. Our love can conquer anything.”