Page 59 of Tempting All The Way

Yes, she fucking did. Her finger pushes in, just a little, and my knees buckle. Her mouth sucks harder, her palm squeezes my cock tighter, and she pumps faster as her finger slides in and out of my ass.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I say, pulling back. Her mouth releases my balls, and I wrap my palm around her hand, aiming my cock at her face. Ropes of cum squirt onto her lips and her cheek. I fall to my knees, unable to stand any longer. “Fucking hell, I think you’re going to kill me, babe.” I smile as my finger slides through the cum on her face, and I write the letter X on her cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Better than okay,” she says.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I’m standing in my apartment. Boxes surround me. Lucy is in my bedroom packing my wardrobe. Xavier is in the kitchen packing the cabinets. I’m not really sure why though. His place is full of every high-end appliance you could imagine. I highly doubt my Walmart blender will fit in with the aesthetic of his kitchen.

The living room is almost done. I didn’t have much in here to begin with, a few knickknacks and photo frames. I walk into the room I’ve had shut for the past six months. This is the part I’ve been dreading.

My mum’s room. I sit on her bed and close my eyes. I can still smell her in here. Her perfume. We spent so many of her last days in this very spot. I don’t even know where to start, or what I’m going to do with everything of hers.

I don’t know if I can do this. How do I let go?

Lucy appears, and as if she somehow sensed I needed her, she squats in front of me. “Oh, Shar,” she says, wrapping her arms around me tight. Her hand soothes over my hair.

“I’m sorry. I just… I don’t… I don’t think I can do this. How am I meant to do this, Lu?” I sob. I can’t control the tears. I can’t stop them.

“It’s okay, Shar. You don’t have to do this room yet. You can leave it all here just like it is. Come back to it later.”

“I’m doing the right thing, aren’t I? Moving in with Xavier?”

“Shar, you already live there. You sleep there every night. Tell me, when was the last time you stayed here?”

“A while ago.”

“Exactly, you’ve just been storing your stuff here,” she says. “Do you love him? My brother?”

“More than anything,” I answer.

“Well, obvs not more than me, but we don’t have to tell him that. It’ll just hurt his ego.” She laughs, and I can’t help but laugh a little with her. “I can do this for you, if you want,” she offers, looking around the small space.

“No, I need to do this. I just… I thought I was ready, you know? I didn’t know it would still hurt this much.”

“Shar, I don’t think it’s ever going to stop hurting. But I’ll be here whenever you need me. Always,” she says.

“Thank you. I love you, LuLu.” I hug her, kiss her cheek, and release her.

“All right, some grumpy old asshole is waiting for his turn,” she says, nodding to the door. I turn and see Xavier standing there with his hands in his pockets, his shoulder leaning against the frame. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps his eyes fixed on me. When Lucy passes him, he walks into the room and over to my mum’s dresser. Picking up a porcelain figurine of a little girl, he rolls it over in his hand.

“Tell me about this,” he says.

I smile. “My mum saw it at a flea market. She was so excited when she came home with it that day, said it reminded her of me. That she was certain I was made from the same mould.” I laugh.

“It does have an uncanny resemblance to you.” He places the figurine back on the dresser and picks up a framed photo of my mum and me. “When was this taken?” he asks.

“I was eight. My mum couldn’t really afford a birthday gift for me that year, so she made me that dress from some clothes I’d outgrown. She called it a memory dress because each patch held a different memory. I loved it, wore it practically every day until it didn’t fit anymore,” I tell him. The story has me smiling.

“She sounds like an amazing mother. I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet her,” he says.

“She would have loved you. Well, she would have loved your pretty face.” I grin.

“How about we call it a day? I don’t know about you, but I’m starved. We should bring these two things. They’ll look great on the mantelpiece in the living room.”

I jump up, wrap my arms around him, and bury my face in his chest. “Thank you,” I whisper.

“For what?”

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