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She nods.
“Say it,” I demand in a low whisper.
“Yes. Very.”
“Touch yourself,” I urge, the devil in me taking over.
Her eyes dart to the hall where my mother and Joe disappeared.
“No one’s coming, do it,” I reassure her.
“Okay,” she whispers. Her chest heaves with a huge inhale before she closes her eyes and slides a hand under her skirt.
I almost come when her arm starts to move.
“Carter,” Her sobbed moan is a command and my hands itch to obey.
Her head falls back, exposing the long column of her exquisite neck, that birth mark right in the center of it is calling my name.
I burn with jealousy at the hand that’s stroking the place that used to be mine.
“Have you fucked anyone else?” My voice is a snarl.
“No.” Her moan is quiet, but fierce.
“Don’t you want to know if I have?” I ask and her eyes fly open, the blue blazing hot and fierce.
“I don’t care. Stop talking,” she says through clenched teeth. And even in my agony, I can’t suppress my chuckle.
Her hand is moving furiously, her breaths coming quicker. Mere seconds later, her knees snap together and her back arches off the couch.
Her face contorts in a wondrous exhibition of the pleasure she’s found and it sends me over the edge.
I come in my pants like a schoolboy. But there’s nothing juvenile about the blistering ecstasy that renders me blind for the seconds it takes to run its course.
I open my eyes to find her laying back, eyes closed, face flushed. But I’ve already cooled down
I thought I was equipped for this.
I’ve never been more wrong about anything in my whole life.
This road will lead me straight to a hell I won’t survive. It’s going to hurt. But I already know that pain is an excellent teacher. It succeeded in teaching me lessons that common sense, moral compasses, and love all failed to. I know what I have to do. “In every way I can, I love you. But, I don’t think we should see each other like this, again.”
55
Beth
Done
“I see him,” I call to Dina over my shoulder.
She groans and sits up. “I thought he was four minutes away.”
“It’s been four minutes,” I remind her.
She stands up slowly and with a deep sigh, grabs the handle of her carry on and heads toward me. “I’m so tired, Beth. I should have stayed here.”
“And leave your dad to spend Christmas Eve alone?” I grab the handle of her luggage and hold the door open for her. “You’ll be home and in your bed before you know it,” I say as we make our way down the sidewalk to her waiting Uber.
