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Alex connected me with a therapist. He insisted on taking me, and I’m grateful for his support. I had spent the better part of the morning fretting about what it would be like, but then remembered how Alex told me he felt lighter after he got to express himself. I’ve been wrapped up in my own head with all that’s happened to me, too ashamed to talk about it. I’ve lost sight of who I am.
It’s been four days since that appointment, and I know Helen Graham is the perfect person for me to work through my shit. She’s real and honest. Her words stuck with me.
“Your feelings are yours. They’re real, and you need to decide when you’re ready to move on. What happened to you was awful and terrifying, but you need to decide if you’re ready to let it go. Cameron still controls you by leaving you with those feelings. However, it’s your choice to release them,” Helen said.
I burst out crying and blathered on for over an hour. I think I used an entire box of tissues. At the end of our session, Helen said, “Leave that all here. Don’t take it home with you. You dumped it all in this room. We’ll tackle it together when you come next week. This week is about small changes, starting with asking for what you need.”
All week, I’ve been thinking about what I need. I need to get back to work, because I love what I do. I need to spend more time with Chloe, because she makes me laugh and I need my girl time. I want to talk to my parents more, because I miss them.
And I’ve done that. I call my parents every couple of days, and the conversations are becoming easier. Don is off at school most times, but I’ve given them my number, so he texts me almost every day. Chloe and I have planned a spa day at home with gooey girly movies and a cornucopia of chocolate treats.
Alex took me to the clinic. I was so glad to see everyone. Dr. Nestor had a chat with me and told me that I can come back whenever I’m ready. He went the extra mile and told me he was going to pay for the hospital fees. I protested, but he insisted.
“This happened at my clinic. A seemingly routine task turned into a nightmare. I’ve been losing sleep ever since this occurred. No one goes out back on their own anymore. It’s a new rule we’ve implemented. If no one is available, then we leave the garbage for the next morning. I cringe each time I think of it. You’re like one of my own kids, Sabrina,” Dr. Nestor says, squeezing my hand, while his sweet wife embraces me.
I’ll be going back next week on light duties only, which means no patients, but I can do the reception desk and make appointments. Hopefully by the week after, I’ll be fighting fit to go back to a normal routine.
All in all, it’s been a good week. Except that Alex kisses me and then keeps stopping, not taking it any further. I’m so frustrated, I could scream. Then I feel bad, because he treats me like a princess and is looking out for me, and all I want to do is ravage him.
Like right now. Alex gets me all settled on the porch swing, lemonade in hand and a book by my side while he’s mowing the back lawn.With his shirt off! Looking so yummy!The man could make a nun swoon, he’s so hot, with his broad shoulders, olive skin that looks amazing under the golden sun, tapered waist, and the six-pack,oh, the six-pack.
I think he’s trying to kill me with sexiness! Can you die of frustration?
Well, two can play at that game! In my sweetest voice, I call out over the hum of the motor, “I’ll be right back.”
“You all right?” he yells back.
“Yup. Be right back.” I scurry off the swing and head to the bedroom. I look in the mirror. “No wonder he hasn’t made a move.” I look schleppy. Disheveled. I’ve been living in sweats. That ends now.
I hop into the shower and pop back out, towel drying my hair. I’m lucky that my hair dries with a natural wave. I grab a pink bra and panty set. Next come the black shorts, and they are short, but decent. I refuse to wear anything scuzzy. The shorts show off my legs. Thankfully, the bruises are almost completely faded. I grab a peach ribbed tank top. It pulls a little across my chest, but falls nicely, fitting my body. I rarely wear any makeup and I’m not keen on fussing with techniques, but I decide on a cherry lip gloss and lightly apply mascara to finish off the look. I slip on a pair of black wedge, slip-on sandals and take one more look in the mirror.
I give my hair one last fluff and head out to the kitchen to pour a lemonade into a tall glass and go back outside. Alex doesn’t see me at first, but I patiently wait for him to turn and come back my way. As soon as he does, he stops in his tracks and does a full-on body scan, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and then does it again.
I have to admit that as he’s looking at me, I look at him too. His skin is dewy with sweat, dripping down his torso. The sight of his panther tattoo glistening, along with the intricate detailing of the design on his arms has me panting. I’m seconds away from racing down the steps, leaping into his arms, and fusing my mouth to his.
Imagine my shock when he says, “You should go inside. There’s too much sun out. You’ll get a burn.”
I’m stunned into silence, but quickly find my voice. “Are you kidding right now?” I stomp down the four steps and stand right in front of him, leaning in at the waist, raising my voice out of sheer disbelief. “That’s all you have to say? Go inside, it’s too hot?” I mimic his low, gruff tone. “Really? I lookhot.” I move my hands over my body. “Okay, maybe not hot, but I’m darn cute,” I insist. “You’re out here all sweaty and sexy, strutting your ass, flexing your biceps, and being all that you are, and you take one look at me and think”—again, I go into my mock-Alex tone—“poor little Sabrina, got to get her out of the sun.” By this time, I’m getting passionate, my voice gets louder, and my chest is heaving with emotion. “I have needs too,baby.”
This is my last hoorah. I turn and take my sweet ass back up the stairs, making sure I put a little wiggle in my walk. I’m just about at the top of the deck when I’m lifted off my feet. With his arms under my knees and back, Alex carries me through the doors. Without stopping, he goes through the house and heads straight for the bedroom, where he plops me onto the bed, following me down.
“Before I strip you naked and fuck you stupid, I want to get a couple of things straight. First, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re cute and adorable, but you’re also sexy as fuck. I have to fight getting a hard-on any time you’re close. I’m so into you that even talking with you on the phone gets me hard. I have to leave the room for fifteen minutes at a time after I talk with you, that’s how much I want you.” His hand cups my face, gently caressing my cheek. “You came outside, and I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Then you got all riled up and sashayed over to me, and all I could think about was how I was going to control myself so I didn’t pounce on you and give the neighbors a show.”
My huge smile is replaced by desire as his hand glides over my legs, sending tremors of excitement down my spine.
“It seems in my attempt to not push you too hard, I’ve created another problem,” Alex says as he flicks open the snap on my shorts, his lips hovering over mine. “Are you ready for this? For me?”
“I’ve been waiting for you for what seems like forever,” I whisper.
A sexy smile crosses his handsome face, and he replies, “Time’s up, buttercup.” Then he kisses me. It’s not like the sweet, longing kisses we’ve been having in our make-out sessions, but hard, hurried, hungry. The kind you feel in your belly, knowing there’s a promise of more, so much more. My leg curves up and around his thigh, pinning him to me. His lower body fuses with mine so I feel his need.
I arch my back like a desperate woman, craving all he has to give. As soon as I do, his fingers glide under the hem of my shirt, and he positions himself between my legs. He inches up the fabric, blazing a trail of licks and kisses on the exposed skin. His searing touch makes my insides flutter even more as I hold on tightly to his shoulders, watching while he moves his lips over me, biting my lower lip to stop from crying out.
“Aren’t these pretty little morsels.” He licks his lips, then he closes his mouth on the swell of my breast. He yanks off the tank top and pulls my bra down. My nipples ache for his touch. With the tip of his tongue, he plays with one, then the other. “Delicious,” he murmurs.
I feel the wetness pooling between my legs. Even the sound of his voice makes me want to come, and if he keeps it up, I’ll orgasm within minutes. He continues to suckle on my nipples, laving them and managing to unclasp my bra, tossing it over his shoulder. Alex moves lower, leaving a path of heat wherever he touches.
When he yanks off my shorts, taking my panties with them, I go shy, burying my face in his neck. But that doesn’t stop him from sliding a hand down between my thighs to the very core of me. He feels the wetness and lets out a groan. His fingers move back and forth through my slit, then he concentrates on my very sensitive clit.
