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Tracey:Deja had a great time with you today. Thank you.
Liam:I had a great time too. She’s so smart and eager to learn. I figure before long, she’ll have her photos featured all over magazines and billboards.
Tracey:You’re amazing.
Liam:And you’re a MILF.
Tracey:Are you flirting with me?
Liam:Absolutely. I know things are a little weird now, but I hear make-up sex is great.
Tracey:Oh, really?
Liam:Oh, yeah. The things I would do to you would have you forgetting anything ever happened between us.
Tracey:Like what?
Liam:Like licking your clit until you’re grinding against my face and begging me to get inside you. Fucking you from behind and playing with those nipples until you’re coming all over my cock.
Tracey:Fuck. That sounds like a pretty good idea right about now.
Liam:Come over.
Tracey:I can’t. Not tonight.
Liam:I know you can’t. You’ve got to be with Deja, and I totally respect and understand that. I was just thinking out loud. LOL. So, here’s the thing; when you go to bed tonight, you better be thinking about what I want to do to you while you play with yourself. I want a video.
With a grin, I get up from the couch and run to my room, eager to do as he asked.
Chapter Twelve
Liam
The fire in the pit is burning low as Tracey and I sit staring at the flames. The blanket is wrapped snuggly around us. Deja is at her dad’s, giving us the time alone we’ve been lacking in the last couple of weeks.
My hand drifts up and down her silky, smooth arm as she nestles into my side. The breeze is cool around us, but the heat from the fire makes sitting outside comfortable. The remains of dinner are sitting on a small table, tumblers of wine nearing empty.
Dates with Tracey are simple. There’s no going out or making a show about spending time together. She understands I have work to do, and I understand she has a child to raise. It makes the moments when we are able to get together that much more meaningful.
“Why do you let your mom control your life the way she does?” Tracey asks, tilting her head back to look up at me.
I sigh, knowing there’s no way of avoiding this conversation, even though I’d hoped to. There’s no easy way to talk about my family’s past, even if I wish there were.
“To understand everything, I have to take you back to when I was a kid. We had a big house that was mostly empty. My parents are from old money, and with that comes events and social functions that come before raising their own child. When they were home, the house was not a happy place.”
Tracey nods, a look of understanding on her face. “That doesn’t sound like the kind of place a child should be raised.”
“It’s not,” I say, nodding and staring into the distance as I lose myself to the memories. “I was ten when the first cancer scare came. It turned out to be nothing—just a couple cysts—but it still caused a change in my mother. She became wilder and even less affectionate. If I wanted her attention, I had to do everything she wanted. Life became about pleasing her, and my father only noticed me in the few seconds between coming home and going to bed.”
“My dad was the same way for a long time,” Tracey says.
“It’s not an easy way to live. When I was twenty-one, just after graduating from university, I found out my mother was cheating on my father. She tried to swear me to secrecy, but after a few weeks, I felt too guilty to hide it from my dad. Before I could tell him what was happening, she came home pregnant. Dad found out that I had known about the cheating and was angry with me. So, I did what any young adult angry at the world would do.”
“You left home?” she asks, her eyes warm as she stares at me and shifts into a more comfortable position.
Nodding my head, I say, “I left home. I packed my shit and went overseas, taking a few months to backpack through Europe before settling down in Germany for a time and working as a bartender. It was what inspired me to open my own bar. I thought I would move to Spain, though—better tourist seasons so more possibility to make money.”
“Why didn’t you stay there then? Why did you come back?”
