Page 87 of One Night With You

But now I’m better.

And not because I fell in love with Kingston Montgomery.

The real Kingston Montgomery.

Yes, he was a part of it but he wasn’t all of it.

I found that knowing what I wantedmeant I had to fight for it—even if fighting myself was part of the problem.

I’m no longer the girl lying on the floor, covered in her own blood.

I’m no longer the girl who can’t fight back.

I’m no longer the girl who can’t forgive.

I’m alive. I’m free. And I’m in love with myself.

And that love took far longer than I care to admit.

And yes, I love Kingston Montgomery.

Maybe I should go back and write about our first night…but no…that’s just for me.

Finally.

~Claire

21

CREW

Icould have sworn the sheet rock rumbled, as the pictures on the wall shuddered.

“Please. I can’t…please.”

I shut her up with my mouth, one hand sliding up her thigh, pushing her dress out of the way so I could get more of her skin. The other hand slid up her arm and pinned it above her head, fingers tangling with one another.

My mouth crushed down on hers, both of us fighting for control, driving deep within one another.

My hand slid between her legs, over her panties, and cupped her.

“Oh,” she moaned, and I continued to kiss her, trailing my mouth down her jaw, over her neck. Whenmy fingers tugged her panties to the side, my fingers grew wet just by a bare brush.

“So fucking wet for me. You want this. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“Stop talking and make me come.”

I let go of her hand, and slid that hand right over her throat, my thumb sliding along her neck.

“Oh, it’s like that, is it?”

Those piercing blue eyes narrowed.

“Always.”

I ignored the barb, and then with my gaze on hers, speared her with two fingers. She drenched my hand, my thumb pressing along her clit as she rocked her hips.

“That’s it, be a good little girl and ride my hand.”

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