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She frowns. “And you gave up.”
I nod. What’s the use in denying? “I was sad and depressed too,” I say in a small voice, my guilt showing through it.
“Did she know about it? Did you share it with her?”
I shake my head, snorting. “Of course I didn’t. That wasn’t fair, to saddle her with my shit when she was already going through a lot.”
She cuts the distance between us, and squeezes my shoulder. “Maybe you should have. Have you wondered how she felt? Probably very alone.”
“I know. I’d do things differently today.” Today, I wouldn’t leave. Leaving never solved anything. Didn’t take away the hurt, or made me love her any less.
“Good.”
“Do you think I’m making a mistake in trying to mend things?” Maybe it’s too late. My heart squeezes in my chest. I don’t want it to be too late, though. Seeing Eliza always makes me understand my emotions.
“Not after this conversation. You know, when Mom and Dad died, you didn’t talk much for a while… you’d talk to me and Mimi, but I remember the teacher saying you barely said a word in class for a few months.”
Sadness wells up inside me. I don’t allow myself to go back to the past often, especially the bad memories. The empty chairs at dinner time. How I missed Dad playing baseball with me. The excruciating void in my chest. “I thought if I hid the pain, it’d go away,” I say, my voice almost breaking.
“I know. It’d be great if that were true. But it’s not.”
I give her a hug. I know that now. “Thank you.”
She disengages and taps my shoulder. “Anytime.”
Now, it’s time to go make things right to the one I wronged more than I ever had the right to.
8
Eliza
Beck kissesthe back of my neck, his teeth grazing my flesh. I twist the door handle to our suite, and we enter, with clumsy me almost barreling forward and falling. He encircles my waist with his arm, a silent promise he’ll never let me fall. I sigh.
Every part of me warns me against him, warns me against my feelings for him. But I can no longer fight the raging need brewing in my core. Don’t want to. I’m okay with paying the price later.
“Fuck, Eliza… I want you so much,” he says, each word adding a sinful notch to my already searing libido-meter.
He thrusts his fingers into my hair and grabs a fistful, then tugs a chunk of strands, enough to send tingles down my scalp. “I’m going to fuck you all night.”
I let out a long-winded moan, the type you hear on Pornhub. “Yes.” I rock my hips against his, rubbing my ass against his rock hard dick. It’s his turn to let out a low growl, so masculine and deep, my stomach flutters.
“You missed my cock, didn’t you?” he asks, lowering his hand to my pussy.
“Yes,” I hiss, barely able to string thoughts together, let alone full sentences. “So much.”
“You’ll get plenty of it.”
I feel like my pussy is melting right now. Pretty soon, so will the rest of me. Gosh, I want plenty of it… plenty of him.
He scissors his fingers between my folds, and then flicks my clit with his thumb. The added stimulation soon sends me over the edge, a rush of pleasure leaves me trembling. He doesn’t let up, and doubles down, thrusting his digits in and out of me, much like his cock will do to me soon. I squirm, bucking my pussy into his hand, doing my own share of naughty moves to keep him going. Then, his name flees my parted lips and slices the air, much like the loud, unladylike moan that comes after. It’s a sound of release. A sound of freedom… a sound of love.
Fireworks still flick from the corner of my eyes as he turns me around and closes his mouth on mine. The kiss is primitive, demanding, urgent. It sends a flurry of tingles down my body, and lust revives like an energy source. He pushes me against the dresser, lifting me until my ass is on it. I hear a few items hit the floor. A couple of makeup products and my favorite fragrance. Each thump on the rug is met with a louder beat of my heart.
He doesn’t waste time, and thrusts his fat cock inside me, and I inhale for a moment. My tight walls welcome him, but also a twinge of pain stabs at them. I will myself to relax, and soften, to adjust to his girth and size. It’s been too long. “Fuck. You feel so good, Eliza. So damn tight.”
“Well, it’s been nine months…” I say, more to myself than to him, obviously without thinking.
He stops for a moment, and doesn’t withdraw his cock but he lifts his head, his eyes searching for mine like I told him some dangerous military secret.
