Page 124 of Starting Over

My shelter in the storm.

She was everything.

It was at that moment I realized just how much I had fucked up. I owed her more than a cursory text or phone call letting her know where I was. She deserved to know she came first.

“What happened?”

She pulled me inside and closed the door. I gathered her in my arms and buried my face in her neck, breathing her in.

“It’s been a long fucking day, and I will tell you all about it, but right now, I just need to be inside you.”

I kissed her like it was the first time. Lifting her in my arms, her legs went around my waist. With my hands on her ass, I walked us to her room and laid her on the bed.

“Stay there,” I commanded. Then walked out of the room.

Tucker was on the couch watching me. I gave him an ear rub, promised I would let him in soon, then walked back to Maureen, closing the door behind me. Sitting on the chair in the corner, I removed my boots. When I stood and started to remove my clothes, she watched me.

Her eyes traveled over my body, stopping when they reached my hand as I fisted my cock.

I released a deep groan when she bit her lip. Why was that so fucking sexy? I took in every inch of her luscious form. She didn’t move as I held her imprisoned with my leering gaze.

I hesitated to move forward. Everything I learned today, which wasn’t much, made me angry. I could feel the rage of what that woman might have gone through searing through my veins.

Frozen in my spot, afraid to be too rough, I just stood there, stroking myself as I silently asked her for something I couldn’t put into words. All I knew was I needed her to douse this fire within me. She was my peace.

She crawled to me, getting off the bed and standing in front of me. When her hands delicately touched my chest, I felt myself losing control of the storm that was brewing.

Maureen pushed me back to the chair, and I sat. Taking my hands in hers, she placed them both on the arms of the chair.

“Don’t move,” she whispered.

I couldn’t if I tried. My control was hanging on by a thread, and I knew if I moved, if I reached for her, it would snap.

So I sat, and I watched her. She stepped back and lifted her shirt. I clocked her hands and followed as they moved up her waist, continuing over her chest, revealing her breasts to my line of sight. Her arms raised until the shirt was over her head, and she tossed it at me, where it landed on my lap.

Still I didn’t move.

Her hands went to her shorts. Those tiny fucking shorts she wore. She slid them down her long, thick thighs until they pooled at her ankles. She lifted one foot, removing it from its confinement. With her other foot, she lifted the shorts, kicking them forward, where they landed on my face.

My hand moved quickly, grabbing them, pressing them against my nose so I could inhale her sweet scent.

“Uh, uh, uh,” she admonished, taking the shorts from me. “I said don’t move.” She replaced my hand on the arm of the chair. Then placed her hands on my knees. She spread them wide, kneeling between them.

“Fuck, Reenie,” I rasped.

Reaching forward, Maureen wrapped her hand around my cock. She squeezed and looked up at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. My hand moved of its own volition, and my thumb tugged her lip free.

“You aren’t supposed to move.” She smiled.

“You keep biting that lip and I’ll come before you get near me with it.” I returned my hand to the arm of the chair and waited.Maureen looked at me through hooded eyes, and the tip of her tongue slipped out to wet her lips.

Good God. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take when she dipped her head and her tongue slipped out again. Only this time, it slid across the head of my dick.

“Fuck,” I growled. It took everything in me to keep my eyes open so I could watch her. I squeezed the arms of the chair, trying to keep myself from reaching out to touch her.

Her hand made a slow, firm stroke from the root to the tip as she licked the head once more, before she wrapped her lips around it.

“Jesus Christ, Reenie.”

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