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Gracie fists the sheets and thrashes her head back and forth, bowing her back off the mattress. I slap her ass and piston in and out of her.
“Ken, Ken… right there, yes, yes…”
She screams as her pussy chokes my dick, making me pump into her one last time and then explode with a roar.
I reluctantly pull out and set her legs down before collapsing next to her. We’re both panting and sweating. After a few minutes of calming down, Gracie shuffles over to me and I tuck her into my side, kissing her forehead and holding her tightly against me.
“Are you okay, Tinker Bell?” I ask.
“Mhmm. Amazing,” she breathes out.
I smile at her sleepy response. “I’ve got you,” I whisper, combing my fingers through her hair and guiding her to curl up on my chest. I already know I’ll never get enough of my Gracie.
NINE
Gracie
I wakeup sore but happy the next morning. I grin, stretching and rolling over in bed, expecting to encounter Ken’s toned body. When all I feel is cold sheets, my eyes pop open.
Disappointment slams into me as I see that I’m naked and alone in his bed. My first thought is that he regretted what we did last night and didn’t want to deal with any awkwardness this morning. I mean, why else would the first man that I slept with just leave me naked and alone in his bed?
I thought last night was incredible, the way Ken moved inside me, how he read my body and gave me everything I needed, exactly when I needed it. But maybe it wasn’t good for him? Maybe he was just trying to save us both the embarrassment of him kicking me out.
Then I spot a note on the side table. I smile, wondering if he just went out to get us breakfast or something. I still would have preferred waking up next to him, but I suppose coffee and pastries aren’t so bad.
I pick it up, my hope crashing once again as I read it.
Gracie,
I had to run into the office to finish up some paperwork. I’ll text you later.
Ken
I clutchthe sheet against my chest and doubts start to drown me. Did I mess up last night? Do something strange? Did he regret it? Was I not supposed to spend the night? I was so worn out I passed out in his arms.
Still, how could he just leave me like this? He knew that last night was my first time. I don’t think I’m being too clingy by wanting to wake up next to the man I gave my virginity to, but maybe I read all of this wrong. Surely Ken wasn’t just using me for sex. I’m sure he could have anyone he wants.
I try to shut down those thoughts and take deep breaths. I’m being ridiculous. I know how Ken is. He’s a workaholic. I’ll just need to talk to him and let him know that he hurt me by leaving me like that. Then we can put this whole thing behind us.
My whole life, I took whatever my father dished out. I never spoke up for myself, and I refuse to start out this new relationship that way. If it even is a relationship. Either way, I have to know for sure. If Ken wants to keep me in his life, then we’ll have to talk about expectations. Ugh, my least favorite subject. I never seem to measure up, and I’m right back to spiraling just thinking about what Ken’s expectations are.
I need to pull up my big girl panties. I can have a conversation with him like an adult. And if he doesn’t want me? Well… I’ll be crushed. But at least I’ll know the truth.
I climb out of bed, pulling on my clothes from last night and locking the door behind me. I have to head back to my place and since everyone else has already opened their shops, I have to do the walk of shame from my car, up to my place to change my clothes.
“Hey!” Poppy says as I hurry into The Flower Patch.
“Hey! Sorry I’m late,” I say as I rush behind the counter to help her fill today’s orders.
“Don’t worry about it,” she says.
We work in silence as we make the bouquets and write out the cards.
“I’ll make the deliveries,” Poppy volunteers and I give her a grateful smile as I help her load up the car.
It’s almost lunchtime and I still haven’t heard anything from Ken. It’s hard not to feel like maybe I was wrong and he really did regret last night.
I spend another hour going through the bouquets and debating if I should make another one for Ken. I’m still debating when my phone goes off and I look to see a text message from Ken.
