Page 57 of Old Flame

He didn’t understand. Neither of them did. With Salem, it was never just fucking. If it had been, then she wouldn’t have owned me. Her drawing wouldn’t be tattooed over my heart. And I wouldn’t still be losing my sanity over her after eighteen years of her being absent from my life.

24

Tex

Twenty Years Ago

Pulling into the driveway, I already knew that Mom wasn’t home. She’d had some appointment at five in Ocala. She’d said she would leave us something to eat on the stove and that it could be after eight when she got back.

Being alone with Salem had become a fucking obsession. I’d even ask off an hour early just so I could have more time with her, telling Brick I would make it up by working two extra hours on Saturday and close for him.

Stepping into the house, I smelled Italian and figured it was either lasagna or Mom’s homemade ravioli. I needed a shower to get the grease off me, but first, I wanted to see Salem.

While Mom was in the shower in the mornings, I always tried to sneak into Salem’s room to kiss her. Leaving the house with the taste of her on my tongue and my hands still humming from touching her made for a much better day.

She’d only had on her jeans and a bra when I slipped into her room this morning. It was intentional. She had known I’d be in there the moment Mom’s shower started, and she wanted me to see her like that.

I slid my hands up her waist while kissing her and tugged down the front of her bra to let her heavy globes spring free for me to play with. She moaned, and I picked her up to sit her on thedresser so I didn’t have to bend down. When she opened her legs, I stepped between them, not expecting her to rub her cunt against my erection, driving me crazy.

I wasn’t complaining, but covering my dick that bulged inside my jeans to hide it from my mother was difficult. Not that she looked at my crotch, but I felt like it was real obvious. Normally, I tried to keep a jacket tossed over my arm and in front of me after Salem got me so worked up before breakfast that I couldn’t get my cock to go down.

Today, I hadn’t tried to hide it after leaving her room. I’d had to go jerk off in my bathroom.

When I walked into the living room, she lifted her eyes from where a textbook lay open in her lap and smiled at me. “Hey.”

I moved closer to her. “Hey,” I replied. My eyes drifted down her body to see her nipples growing hard, poking against the fabric of the tank top she was wearing. “You forget your bra again?” I teased.

She had been doing that for the past two months. When Mom wasn’t here, her bra was missing. Taunting me.

“I didn’t forget it. I chose to take it off,” she replied saucily.

“It can’t be that uncomfortable.”

She moved her book to the sofa and uncrossed her legs to stand up. The tiny little running shorts she was wearing weren’t covering much of anything either.

“You trying to kill me, Angel Face?”

A soft laugh came from between her pretty lips. “No. Just tempt you,” she admitted without any hesitation.

“Consider it a success.”

Her laughter was louder this time, and I had a hard time moving my eyes off her legs, then tits to meet her gaze.

“I want to finish what we started this morning.”

Jesus, help me.

“What is that exactly? The kissing, my feeling up your tits, oryou rubbing your horny little cunt on my dick?”

She shivered and blinked a little slower than normal. “Yes,” she breathed.

Yes. She wanted it all. Little minx made it hard to be good.

“We still have three months, fifteen days, and thirteen hours before you’re eighteen,” I told her, making her smile spread wider. I had a countdown always going in my head of when it would be okay to spread her legs and sink into her for the first time.

She walked around the sofa, closing the space between us, and I held my breath. What was she up to, and was I strong enough not to give in?

“That’s until we have sex,” she said, tilting her head back to look up at me. “But I liked the rubbing. I want to do it without barriers.”

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