Page 101 of Power Play

“Oh, Liam. That must have been a really hard job.”

“It all worked out,” I said casually. I stretched an arm across the back of the bench, behind her shoulders. She surprised me by leaning up and kissing my cheek.

“I bet you were a cute kid,” she said.

“Nah. I was a menace.”

“A cute menace.”

I laughed, but it got caught on something in my throat. Some thorny lump of emotion. I turned away and looked behind us at the island, the birds filling the air. It was chaos and I found myself glad to be leaving it behind.

After another really gooddinner with pasta and mushrooms and some sausage for me, we watched a movie on Netflix about a couple who started a tiny organic farm in California.

“Is this really what you want to watch?” I asked for about the tenth time, and they both shushed me.

“When we get back to Portland maybe I can get Ms. Rene to grow vegetables instead of flowers,” Kit said to Tess.

“I’ll come help! I think the fairies would like their own strawberry patch,” Tess said and I saw the words hit Kit. Hard. Tess turned back to the TV and Kit sat there, staring into the distance. I reached over and tried to put my hand on hers but she stood up.

“I’m going to pop some popcorn,” she said and went and hid in the kitchen.

I put Tess to bed after the movie and I went up to my room to wait for Kit.

An hour passed and I realized she wasn’t going to come.

Right. Because she was in her own bed, building up those walls.

The casual thing would probably be to let her have the space. Give her whatever she needed. Don’t push.

We only had two days left on this vacation and I wasn’t spending a single night without her that I didn’t need to. Quietly, I crept down the stairs and knocked on her door.

She opened it, her face set in stern lines. “Do I really need to tell you no?” she said.

“If that’s what you’re planning on saying, then yeah. You’re going to have to spell it out for me because we have two days left and I want to see how hard I can make you come.”

Oh. Poor Kit. She wanted to say no. She wanted to send me on my way, but this thing between us was a drug neither one of us could get enough of. I pushed open the door and stepped into the room, swept her up in my arms.

She kicked the door shut with her foot and I turned and set her down on the top of the dresser. I spread her thighs out wide and looked down at the cotton panties she wore. Already wet. This woman in her Shrek shirt and her absolutely not sexy underwear. With her walls and her hurt. Her way with Tess. Her way with me.

How did I go back to casual hook ups after having someone as real as her?

Who was I kidding? I didn’t. I was the one ruined. She’d changed my whole life. She’d changed me.

I felt rocked. Angry. Part of me wished I’d never met her. Never gone to that stupid fundraiser. You couldn’t miss what you’d never had and that’s what was happening. I was here. Withher. Sliding a condom on my cock so I could fuck her on the dresser – and I was already missing her.

It made me sad. And mean.

I pulled her underwear off and shoved them in the pocket of my shorts. Shorts I’d pulled down under my cock, but hadn’t taken off.

“Liam,” she said and I put my hand over her mouth.

“Shut up,” I said and her eyes over my hand went wide. Blurry.

She loved this. Of course she did. All I’d ever been to her was someone to hurt herself on. Something to punish herself with. I could do that.

I didn’t check if she was ready. I knew she was wet enough. Her underwear was wet and the smell of her desire was thick in the room. In my head.

Roughly, I pulled her to the edge of the dresser and with one hard thrust I was inside of her. Deep. Impossibly deep.

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