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She shrinks out of the hug, using her hands as windshield wipers for her tears. “He hasn’t come to a single gymnastics meet in college and only a handful from the time my mom died. All I wanted was for him to love me like he used to.”
“Oh, babe.” I kiss her hands.
“We’re supposed to be dating, having fun, but I drop all my problems on you.”
“I’m yours and I want to help you realize your worth.” I almost tell her he’snot worth her sorrow…but it’s her dad. This is so foreign to me. My parents text me daily. Sarah Jane and Reggie reach out at least once a week. Archer calls every couple of days, and Harper messages me around twenty times per day.
It seems Adalee raised herself and she did a damn good job. She doesn’t curse or drink. She’s so fucking intelligent and aDivision Icollege athlete.
She climbs onto my lap. “He’s moving to Florida with Paula. She has eight year old twins. He’s going to a be a real father to them. He wants me to forgive him, but how can I?”
She’s been holding so much of her family life in that I’m just seeing the affect it’s had on her. But it explains her distrust of men. The pads of my fingers make circles on her back. I don’t know what to say.
“I have a stepsister and stepbrother. They’re just like you and Harper.”
She cries and again buries her head in my neck. “We’ll get through this together. Don’t feel bad because you’re angry. It’s okay to be upset and hurt.”
“My dad hasn’t been here since freshman orientation. He didn’t feel the need to come for my surgery, but he’s so filled with happiness that he felt now was the time.” Her voice seeps with sarcasm. “Correction, he came because he feels guilty.”
Right now, I want her to let her feelings out. I’m trying not to judge him outwardly, although he should be glad I wasn’t at the apartment when he showed up.
Since she brought up her surgery, I realize that the way she’s sitting on me, all of the pressure is on her bent knee. As I lift my hip so I can unfurl her leg, she resists. “Not going anywhere, I just want you to straighten your leg.”
She sniffs again and raises with me, but instead of kicking it out straight, it wraps around my back. Her weight shifts and she sinks onto my groin.
“How did I mistake you for one of the bad guys?” she asks as she comes nose to nose with me. “You’re the best person I’ve ever met.” She throws my royal blue Stallions hat on the floor.
Damn it feels good hearing that from her. Our faces move from left to right and it serves to dry her tears. But then she starts moving her hips. It’s okay as long as it makes her feel better. We can make out. Then her head drops to mine, peppering me with wanting kisses.
Adalee always surprises me. She leans back and strips off her shirt, throwing it onto the floor.
The hot pink lacey bra keeps her breasts a secret. I can’t believe I’ve seen everything but her breasts. “You want to do the honors?” she purrs.
“Fuck, Adalee. I don’t want to do this when you’re vulnerable. I do—just not when you might regret it.”
This time she rolls her hip so that her breast push into my face. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. Ask Ginger, I told her I wanted you.”
“You’re sure?”
Watching her chest rise and fall, there’s no doubt she wants this. “I had it all planned out. I just thought we’d be at my apartment. Why do think I’m wearing thiscome fugg mebra?”
A small chuckle filters out her mouth. But none of this is funny. I’m so hungry for her, I’m afraid. She keeps maneuvering herself to where I can feel the rising temperature of her on my groin. I reach between us and her yoga pants are soaked. I rub circles against the black smooth material. Her breathing is labored as her head falls back.
Struggling to stay in control, my voice shatters into a thousand wavelengths. “Take it off.”
“My pants?”
“All of it. I can’t wait another minute to be inside you,” I say in an admittedly demanding tone. It’s pent up frustration from her torturing me for months. I knew. Damn, I knew she was special. She stands and strips in front of me. When she begins to unclasp her bra, I stop her. “Wait, I want to do that.”
“Stand up, transfer.”
I might shoot my load from her aggressiveness. I love that she feels comfortable with me and I do as I’m told. She pushes my sweatpants down. “What is it about guys in gray sweatpants?” She licks her lips and rubs her palm over the bulge in my tight boxers. “I like these.”
“I’m all about performance.”
With a twinkle on her eyes, she responds, “We’ll see about that.”
She rakes her hands under my shirt until it’s gathered at my neck. I take it the rest of the way off. We’re in the middle of my living room naked with the exception of her bra. My head swivels to make sure the front door is locked then I lift her by the waist and she snaps her legs around me as I lower us back onto the couch.
