Page 15 of Loose End

“What about you?” I jab him in the ribs and then press a kiss to his peck.

“I’m a country boy through and through.”

“What? You look more like a Bieber fan than someone who wears cowboy boots and owns several large belt buckles.”

He grunts, his hand lazily stroking down my arm. “I’m pretty sure I’m offended by that, but I’ll let it slide for tonight. Favorite movie?”

“Tough questions. ProbablyThe Avengersfollowed very closely byWhile You Were Sleepingbecause you know, Bill Pullman.”

“I do love Bill Pullman, so I’ll sayIndependence Dayfollowed by all of theJurassic Parksbecause you know, dinosaurs.”

“What is it with guys and dinosaurs?”

“Well.” He sits up, stretching over me. “We like things that go rahhhhhh.”

His hands dance along my ribs, tickling me until I have tears leaking from my eyes and my stomach hurts from laughing so hard.

“You’re more than I expected,” he says, his voice turning solemn, his lip tipped into a frown. “You make me think about more.”

I keep quite, letting his confession drift off into the night. More is the one thing I can’t give.

He leans in kissing me softly before biting the curve of my neck and tackling me back down to the bed. He trails his tongue around the shell of my ear, across my collarbone, the swell of mybreasts. Any questions I had turn to dust as my train of thought derails.

“I’d ask your favorite color, but at this point I think it’s safe to assume it’s white.” He chuckles against my skin.

“I’d tell you to go fuck yourself, but only if I can watch.”

We spend the rest of the night talking about ridiculous things, being very careful not to venture into a topic that would be considered personal. And in between conversations, he rocks my fucking world. I usually don’t swear, or at least I try not to, but it feels critical here.

Not to mention, his sexual athleticism is astounding.

We have sex standing up in the middle of the room with him bouncing me up and down on his dick, against the door, sideways, backwards… so many different ways I’m pretty sure I lost track. But that first one. The one with me laying on my side, slightly curled. That one was my favorite. I felt everything and it was glorious.

He’s pretty special too. I’m glad for the momentary distraction from my life and even more grateful that he showed me how I deserve to be treated. That I shouldn’t settle for less.

My very own Prince Charming.

The difference is that there will be no Cinderella ending in this story.

I’ll be leaving tomorrow, and the Prince won’t be chasing after his Princess. Not this time. No grand gesture. No happily ever after.

Instead, we’ll part ways, and our time together will fade into a hazy memory.

It’ll be something to keep me warm on the cold lonely nights while I piece myself back together and pretend I’m okay. And maybe, just maybe, for a minute I will be.

I wish things could be different. That maybe I didn’t just getdumped right before my wedding and he would be someone I got to keep.

But this isn’t a fairytale and it’s about time I wake up.

EIGHT

Ryan

As I stepunder the spray of the shower, I can’t help but think of her lying in bed, fresh from her own shower, waiting for me to dirty her up again. Last night was incredible.

I was insatiable.

And it was all her. I couldn’t get enough.

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