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Anna was my mother’s name. Easy to remember, at least.
“What happened to her? Was it an overdose?”
“…yes.”
“Heroin?”
“…yes. Why?”
“The club used to sell heroin, back in the day… before I took over. That was one of the first things we got out of. That was one thing I didn’t want on my conscience. Hell, there’s a lot of things I didn’t want on my conscience. I just… I wanted to try to be a good person, you know? I was sick to death of losing friends. I was sick of seeing the destruction we were leaving in our wake. So I tried to change things. And I thought I did. I thought it was all in the past, that all of it was under control. But I was lying to myself. It was never under control. And underneath, I’m not sure how much it even changed. There was a knock at the door tonight, and all my sins were there on the doorstep, looking for payback.”
He sounded so lost and despairing as he said it, my heart broke for him.
“You’re a good man,” I said, and put my hand on his chest.
“How would you know,” he whispered, his voice in agony. “You don’t know all the horrible things I’ve done.”
“I know you left the bar tonight trying to stop them from killing somebody. Somebody who deserved to die. You put your life on the line to keep a bad man alive. You know who does that? A good man, that’s who. A good man does that.”
He looked over at me in the moonlight shining through his window. “But I couldn’t…”
He caught himself in time, and turned back to the ceiling.
“Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”
“I’m here for you if you want me,” I whispered.
He looked over at me, and his eyes took in my body. I felt a warm flush in my skin everywhere his gaze paused.
“I want you, all right,” he said with a gentle grin, his voice hoarse.
I smiled back. “What’s stopping you?”
“You went through a lot tonight.”
“So did you.”
“Yeah, but I’ve been through the wringer before. I’ve seen a hell of a lot worse, just… not for years. You… I figured maybe you just needed a shoulder to cry on and a good night’s sleep.”
“Or maybe I just want to forget for a while,” I whispered. “Maybe… we could both help each other forget.”
His eyes locked on mine, and he rolled over on his side so that he was facing me. He cupped my face with his powerful hand and slowly, softly kissed me.
I forgot everything else on earth for the next two hours.
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We lay like that, side by side, for the next few minutes. Our lips pressed together and his tongue played gently over mine, sensually moving inside me.
I let my hands trail slowly downwards, feeling the hard bulge of his biceps, the solidness of his powerful forearms. His hands roved over me, too, but softly, gently, tracing over the cotton shirt, toying with my hardening nipples, circling my breasts, caressing the curve of my ass up the slope of my back.
As we continued to kiss – hot, wet, soft, sweet – I traced my fingers over his abs, feeling the individual muscles hard and distinct beneath his warm skin. I toyed with the slight thatch of hair at the waistband of his boxers… and then I moved further down.
He wasn’t hard yet – not all the way, anyhow. And that’s how I wanted it. I wanted to feel him grow in my hand, the same way I had felt him grow in my mouth the night before.
I reached into the flap of his boxers and pulled him out. His cock lolled there on my palm, firm and thick, heavy and full. I very lightly stroked him, almost tickling him with the pads of my fingertips. I could get my fingers all the way around him in an ‘O’ shape when he was soft, but he quickly began to expand and get harder. Within seconds the distance between my thumb and my fingers began to grow.
As I stroked up, I was stopped by the ridge of his head, that firm slope where the crown of the cock ends and the shaft begins. I imagined feeling that hard, firm ridge inside me again, massaging my g-spot as he almost came out, then plunging back in…
