Page 4 of Tangling Hearts

“Oh my God, you’re so hard, Tommy!” I cry out, shivering under the throes of another gorgeous wave. “I’m cumming again! I’m cumming so hard! Keep going. Don’t stop!”

He smirks, his tongue coming out a little. “You like that? You like that more than you like it with Brendan?”

My eyes flicker at the reminder, a stab of loyalty piercing the fun. Tommy realizes his mistake, and changes speed to compensate and bring me back. He undulates his hips in this slow and steady Salsa dance move, pushing in one hip and then the other, over and over again. It’s makes me go ballistic with one of the hardest, most mind-bending orgasms I’ve ever had. I scream, my hips lifting up and down, jerking, like they have a mind of their own. My raging climax throws him over the edge, and he groans low and long, yelling out at the end like a beast, not giving a fuck who hears him. He’s holding his cock deep inside me while we pant, recovering, glancing at each other through half-closed eyes, smiles on both of our faces.

“We showed him,” I say on a sexy, low laugh, before I can stop myself.

Tommy’s eyes light up and he laughs, pulling out of me and releasing my legs to hang off the side of the bed. “Yeah, we fuckin’ did.”

He ambles to the bathroom, his shirt hugging the muscles of his back as he walks, his ass round and high. I want to bite it. He leaves me to myself for a minute as he closes the door to tend to things. I look down. The lace dress is still on me, only now it’s a long-sleeved, see-through midriff top. I stand to adjust it and cover myself, but decide, fuck it, and pull it all the way off, my breasts and hair falling with gravity as I toss it on the floor. It served its purpose well.

Glancing to the dying fire, I go to it, wearing nothing but sweat, to bend and throw another log on, just as the door to the bathroom opens and Tommy comes out. “Wow.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I lock eyes with him, so grateful for the look in his. It makes me feel beautiful. “What?”

“You’re stunning.”

On a small smile, I toss the log in and rise, turning to face him. “Thank you.”

“No, really. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Rebecca.”

I can see he means it. It’s not just flattery. I walk to him and stand close, glancing to the shirt. “You want to take this off?” I say, reaching to touch it, a sultry smile on my lips.

His eyes flicker. “I can’t. I have to go.”

“What?”

He looks unhappy as he says, “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

I step away. “Then go.” I walk to the closet and pull out the complimentary white terry-cloth robe. He’s silent as I put it on, but I don’t meet his eyes again until I’m completely covered, my head held high, my emotions cloaked.

His eyes are troubled as he puts on his pants. “I want to stay.”

I shrug, hurt, but refusing to show it. He saw it for a heartbeat. I know he did. But I’ll be damned if I let him see it again. “No. You can leave.”

He walks to me and stops just short of touching me. “I want to stay. I really do. But I can’t.”

I laugh a jaded, pained laugh. “Great. First Brendan leaves me for a girl he just met, and now you.”

Tommy’s eyes register Brendan’s name with a flash of anger, the same look I’ve seen on Brendan’s face about Tommy, many, many times. “Okay. Whatever.” He walks away from me and says over his shoulder, “But he didn’t just meet her. He’s known her since college.”

Confused, I blink, taking this in this odd piece of information. “She said they just met on the night of the robbery. He said it, too.”

Tommy shakes his head, pouring a glass of wine and taking a sip without offering me any. “Well, then they’re lying to you. She went to State with us. She was a fucking freak, one of those Goth weirdos. But she was at a bunch of parties with us. Believe me, he knows her. Just now, he knows her a little better.”

I step away, my mind working fast. Pulling the belt tighter on the robe, I whisper, “Do you think she remembers him?”

Tommy laughs. “Are you kidding me? The way she stared at him whenever he was around, I’d say she’s been in love with him since all the way back then. There was this one time, we were at a party with Sara – his girlfriend – and she and Sara ended up talking by accident, waiting in line for the bathroom. I looked over and there was such a look of envy on her face, I laughed out loud. It was pathetic.”

I turn around and hold out my hand. He steps forward and gives me his glass. “So, it’s him who doesn’t remember.”

Tommy watches my face and thinks about it, not sure what I’m gaming at. “Probably doesn’t. A lot of girls have come and gone. And she looks nothing like she used to. I just have a thing with faces. And her eyes. She’s got…”

He stops talking at my look. “Well, I wish them well,” I smile, holding up my glass and covering up the elation whipping through my veins. “I’m sorry you have to go. But it was fun.”

He blinks. “I don’t want to go.”

I step forward and give him my best act, appealing to his ego that I wish he didn’t have to go, and I’ll miss him, etc. We kiss for the first time, the taste of toothpaste on his tongue – thankfully – and he pulls me in close with only his right arm, angling to keep his left shoulder away from me. I want to say something about how Brendan’s hurt on his right side, and with the two of them, they’d make one whole man – the perfect man for me – but I keep these thoughts to myself.

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