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Jolie tries to hold back her laugher. I see the effort and narrow my eyes at her in warning.
"Elijah already had some brownies today," she blurts out and grins.
"You little rat." I shake my head.
"I feel cheated on." My grandma puts her hand to her chest. "As long as you didn't actually enjoy them. Which you didn't, right?"
I put on a stern expression. "They were horrid. Worst thing I ever tasted."
She rolls her eyes. "Well, I'm sure mine will be better than whatever you had, so."
She steps away, and I get closer to Jolie. "You're gonna pay for that later."
She smirks up at me. "I can think of a few ways you can punish me."
I nip at the tip of her ear before walking away, having to adjust myself in my pants as I go. When I get to my bedroom, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Every now and then, as I open a text message, I'm reminded of the fact that this new phone doesn't have the last text Ben ever sent me on it. That I can't go back and stare at that text for hours, letting all the what-ifs float through my mind, letting guilt and regret consume me. But also not being able to see the last words my best friend ever sent. Not letting those words show me, once again, that he just saw no other way out than the way he took. Sometimes I miss that text. And sometimes, I’m happy I no longer have it.
I read the text from Denise, asking how the interview went.
Me: I got the job. I start on Monday.
Denise: That's great. I know you're gonna help so many people there. Mikaela says congratulations.
Me: Thank you, to both of you.
In the weeks that have followed the dinner at Ben's house and the talk I had with Denise on my porch, me and Denise have been texting again, with a new relationship, a different one. Her every question and statement doesn't involve Ben any longer. I don't know if it's a conscious effort of her part, or if things have just shifted for her, but either way, I appreciate the change. Although Mikaela hasn't spoken to me in person yet, she does say hello through Denise when we're texting, like now.
But Regina, I have seen. We were leaving the house at the same time and when her eyes locked with mine, all the pain and anger that gathered in her gaze told me she was nowhere near ready to speak with me. So I only nodded and continued walking to the car. Maybe it'll come with time. Maybe it won't.
I put my phone down and take off the tie I'm so thankful I won't have to wear anymore and undress. Throwing on some sweatpants and a T-shirt, I'm walking down the hallway just as the doorbell rings. I try to pay for the pizza, but my grandma shoos me away, murmuring about what kind of lunatic tries to pay for his own celebratory pizza. After we're done, my grandma grins with pride as she brings over three different cakes, brownies that do indeed taste better than the ones we had earlier, and a peach cobbler.
"I am positive I gained at least five pounds tonight." Jolie groans as she falls to my bed. "I don't think I can move a single muscle."
I grin. "Perfect time then, to punish you."
She peeks her head up. "Depends what you mean."
I step forward and unbutton her jeans before dragging them down her legs, along with her panties. "I mean I'm going to eat you until you're begging for mercy. And since you can't move, all the better to torture you then, huh?"
"I don't think I'll ever be stoic enough not to react to your tongue on me."
"We're about to find out, aren't we?"
Before she can say another word, my mouth is on her, tongue on her clit, two fingers at her opening. Just the way I know she likes it. My fingers slide in easily, and I groan at how wet she always is for me. She arches into my mouth and hand, suddenly not so weighed down it seems. I start out slow, thrusting into her with lazy strokes and licking light circles. But when her body begins demanding more, her hands in my hair, pushing me closer to her, her thighs clenching the sides of my head, her moans getting louder, I speed up.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, she bucks under me, grinding herself against me. I drive my fingers into her until I feel her thighs beginning to quiver around my head. Then I hook my fingers at the same time that I give her clit a rough lick, and get what I wanted all along. The whisper of my name falling from her lips, the feeling of her nails digging into my scalp, the taste of her cum on my tongue.
Then true fatigue overcomes her and her hands and thighs fall away from me. I lick my lips as I back away from her, savoring the taste of her. She reaches for me, a sexy grin on her face, her tongue already waiting to meet mine when she brings me close enough. As our tongues circle each other’s, I push my sweatpants and boxer briefs down enough to free my dick.
"I love you," she says into my ear when my lips go to her neck.
Her words send a shiver down my spine, burrowing into my heart like they always do. Because one thing I'll never take for granted is hearing her say she loves me. Having her love me. And having her here, in the morning, in the night, when times are good, when times are hard. I will never not realize how much that means to me every single day.
"I love you. More than words can explain, Jolie."
She reaches down, wrapping her hand around me, guiding me to her opening. Entering her makes me close my eyes at the pleasure beginning to course through my veins, at the feeling of her hands trailing down my back, at the bliss of her tongue lightly licking my lips. She sighs into my mouth when every inch of me is inside of her, and I open my eyes to find hers staring right back at me. I thrust into her slowly, our gazes staying connected as my pace builds.
Then her hands are on my ass, pushing me into her harder. Her mouth drops open, letting those deep sighs escape that tell me she’s close.
