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She’s a part of me that will always be missing.
I want someone who will bang me like a screen door in a hurricane. Loud, hard, and often. Nothing too crazy, just passionate. I want to feel wanted by someone.
“How far are we going tonight?” I need her consent before I take this any further. “Far,” she pants, pulling her shirt off. Fuck.
“God, you’re something else, you know that? You are suuuch a good girl when you use your words.”
Collapsed in front of the Post-it notes and staples, we find each other again.
“Birdie, we have been searching for you for twenty-two years.
Going back to Vancouver doesn’t seem like an option for my future.
Can we just, like, forget whatever happened the other night?” “Not a chance.”
I can taste her and still feel the way she came around my cock if I think about it long enough.
If she follows hockey, like most people in Vancouver do, she’s seen my face. Which means she sees #14, defenseman for the Minnesota Lakes, and the team’s resident fuckboy. Not her childhood friend with whom she shared her first kiss—the
I assume after last night there’s no boyfriend in the picture—not that it would stop me from pursuing her.
I already care about her, but now sexual attraction has been mixed into the sentimental history we have. The result is a desire unlike any I’ve experienced before,
Burke, your actions affect all of us, I can’t let you do that.”
This family is the closest thing I have to the real thing. So, fuck me for trying to connect with someone I actually care about.”
“I promise you, if anything develops between us, she will hurt me long before I hurt her.”
Funny, I was so worried about running into my parents or Jack at the hotel in Minneapolis, meanwhile I was fucking his best friend the whole time.
“Could you hand me a glass?” He takes another drink. “What’s the magic word?” I reach out. “Please?” He grabs a glass and holds it out to me. “That’s a good girl.”
I’ve got three months in the States before my passport visit expires.
I don’t know what we are, but after staying up late and talking with her on Christmas night, I want more.
It’s the first time a woman’s touch feels like giving instead of taking.
“What are you hungry for, baby?”
“If I was flirting, I’d tell you how turned on I am seeing you in my number and how pretty you look straddling me like this. Do you remember what happened the last time you were on my lap?”
I need my friendship to be enough for you right now.”
“You’re enough for me. In any capacity.”
It’s an artistic blackbird, shaded with black ink, except for the small bird-shaped hole in the center where Lonan’s flesh shows through.
there’s also a pack of AA batteries leaning up against the side with another note that says, For your toolbox.
Now that I’ve had a taste of what it’s like to have deep feelings woven in with lust, nothing can compare. I want Bridget in every way I can have her.
when our lips first touched at the hotel—and then again tonight—it was like everything snapped into place. She’s it for me.
Don’t waste your time on vanilla. You deserve the mint chocolate chip.”
She rolls her eyes and then she crawls. She fucking crawls toward me, and I almost swallow the shot myself.
I’ve been waiting my whole adult life to find someone who can fuck me like he can, and as it turns out, the mythical beast is Lonan.
“You ready to be an exhibitionist for me? Lift that dress again, and show me how you make yourself come.”
“Bridget”—her eyes drop to mine—“eyes on me, baby.”
“Yes, you can. Show me how you make that sweet pussy come all over your fingers. I want to see how pretty you look when your tight cunt is stuffed with every inch of me. You’re going to milk every fucking drop out of this cock. Look how hard I am for you. Come on, Gray. Show me what a good girl you can be.”
“You’re so damn beautiful when you come. You did so well.”
I want whatever this is to be different—so I need to treat her differently from the women before her—which is also why I purchased a new bed and mattress last week.
Operation Feed the Kitty is well underway.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers right before her lips wrap around me.
“I promise you. We will never be just fucking friends. You can try to lie but your sweet pussy”—I apply pressure to her clit—“is begging to be more than friends.”
As she comes, her stare bores into mine. In this moment, I would do anything for her. The connection between us sends me into my climax. I love her.
I decided to marry Bridget when I was eight. I don’t need to think anymore.
“Can I give you your last too?”
Why won’t you give up on that?” My response is bitter in my mouth. “Because, you and me, we are goddamn inevitable. You just haven’t realized it yet!”
“I could never stop loving you.”
You taste like you belong to me. We belong together.”
“Listen closely to me. If you think what we’re doing right now is just a hookup, you need to open those big gray eyes and look around. I’m all in with you. So I want all of you in return. You are the only woman who will ever own my heart, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you tear it apart either. I won’t accept anything less than forever from you. Do you understand?”
No matter the circumstances, we would always find each other. This love existed before I forgot, before I remembered, and before we came to be what we are in this moment.
