Page 23 of Tomorrow's Never Promised

I pound into her, my knuckles turning white as I grip the edge of the granite. Madison clings to my biceps as I rock into her. The sounds of our passion and our bodies slapping against each other fills the air. Our breaths are uneven and frantic. I kiss the hell out of her.

“Touch yourself,” I demand. She scrunches her eyebrows together but obeys. Shaky fingers circle her already sensitive clit. Within minutes she is clenching around me. I roar out my own climax, emptying my load inside her.

Pulling her face back to mine, I kiss her over and over again.

“Mine. Mine. Mine…” I whisper over her cheeks, her eyes, her chin, her jaw, and back to her lips.

Without a doubt, this woman has become my everything. She’s all that matters. Every other worry or fear I had went out the window. She ismine.

Today isthe last day of the fall semester.Hello,winter break! I still need to complete a J-term, but then I can officially graduate with my BSN. I have enough credits to graduate a semester early—which is fantastic. This May, I will be walking for graduation alongside my peers.

Things with Killian have been amazing. We still talk non-stop since he was here for Thanksgiving. He stayed the entire weekend and even helped me cook a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner. If we weren’t cooking, talking, or drinking—he wasfeastingon me. We had a ton of sex. When he left, I was extremely sore, but in the most satisfying way.

Since then, we have been apart, making it work over Facetime and texts. Some nights are sexier than others. And by that, I mean this phone sex isn’t cutting it. It’s driving me insane. I’m craving his touch in the worst ways.

I’ve felt a void since he's been back in New York. He’s been extremely busy at home dealing with his dad in hospice. Mr. Kennedy’s health has declined steadily over the last few weeks. I feel terrible that I can’t be there for Killian, but I think he wants privacy as well. I can tell it is stressing him out. His eyes have dark rings underneath them on most days. He’s been working late nights to make sure all is in order for when his dad passes.

Work and studying have been my life lately. Thank god for winter break. I need a breather. Leah and I are meeting for lunch at the cafeteria on campus before we head home for the holidays. I am leaving straight from campus. My car is already packed with items I will need over the break.

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I makea salad at the salad bar and grab a french onion soup. Leah is already diving into her panini at our favorite table by the television.Jerry Springeris on. It's been one of our favorite past times together since we met. We’d grab lunch between classes and watch the drama unfold.

“Hey, girl!” She gets up and pulls me into a hug. We’ve been so busy with finals that we barely had a chance to catch up.

“Hey, pretty lady.” I give her a squeeze and rock us back and forth.

We sit, and Leah continues eating. She’ll be heading home to Massachusetts for the break, and I’ll be catching a ferry from Connecticut to Long Island in a few hours.

“How have things been with Killian?” she asks over a mouthful of panini.

“His dad is not doing great. It’s getting close now,” I scrunch my face up in sympathy.

“That sucks. Are you nervous that you are dating…” she looks around before throwing a hand up to shade her mouth, whispering, “... the head of the Mob?”

A nervous laugh escapes my lips. “A bit, but he makes me feel cherished and protected. I know that he would never let anything happen to me. It’s crazy how I feel about him already. Sean was my first love, and Liam, well, that didn’t even get a chance to take off the ground…” I trail off, taking a sip of my soup. Its contents taste bitter on my tongue.

She takes another bite of her panini and raises her eyebrows at the mention of Liam.

“Did you see him at the bar this weekend?” I ask her over a bite of Green Goddess salad, curiosity getting the best of me.

“No,” she says, wiping her lips with a napkin. Shame stirs inside me.In a way, I was hoping she would have said yes. “You still haven’t heard anything from him?”

“No. I would have told you,” I say a little more harshly than I intended.

She stares at the TV, watching two women fight over a guy. Her thumb jabs towards the screen. “This shit is unreal, two women fighting over one man.”

Her attention comes back to me. “Remember when we were worried that Liam was in the mob? And here you are dating the heir to the Tri-State Syndicate,” Lee whispers again. “What a crazy world we live in.” She shakes her head.

“Yup.” I move my salad around my plate, no longer interested in eating. Memories of Liam have made their way to the surface. I carefully held them at bay for the last couple of months. Don’t get me wrong. Killian is incredible. To be honest, I think I am falling in love with him. But there are still moments when Liam comes to mind.I’m only human.I can’t help but think what could have been if he didn’t leave.

What would he think of me now if he knew I was dating Killian?

If he knew just how dangerous Killian is.

“Babe, I can see you thinking way too much over there.” Leah breaks me out of my pointless thoughts. It doesn’t matter now.

I’m happy with Killian.

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