Page 60 of Revive

“Of course.”

“Why don’t you ever talk about your mum?” She hooks her leg over my waist, brining herself closer to me. “What happened?”

“She was a good mum in the sense that she provided just enough for us. We had a roof over our head, shoes on our feet and food in our stomachs. But she was mean. If you ask me did she love us, I’d tell you I really don’t know.”

It’s not until this moment do I realise how little I talk or even think of my mother. Unlike the rest of my past, she has no importance on my future. She’s always been the one thing I’ve been happy to leave behind.

“After what happened with Jagger and Sasha…” Their names come out of my mouth as a pair before I can stop it, Taylah’s face acknowledging it just as quick as I do. “Her tongue was razor sharp and she was on his case all the time. Constantly telling him that he and his kid would amount to nothing. I was so fucked up. I let her go to town on him.” Placing her hand on the back of my neck, her fingertips draw circles on my scalp, The simple touch softening the memory. “He and I were just starting to get back on track before he went to jail, and when it happened I finally understood how far she pushed him into proving himself.”

Even though so much time has passed and I now get to see Jagger everyday, the guilt for letting him get sucked into a false belief of unworthiness often eats at me.

“I couldn’t forgive myself and I couldn’t forgive her. As soon as I could, I was out of there.”

“And now what?” she asks, every part of her engrossed in the story. “You don’t speak to her or see her?”

“Not if I don’t have to. I pay some of her bills, pay someone to maintain the house for her, and that eases my conscience.”

“Does Jagger know?”

“He asked me about her when he got out, and I told him what I’d done. He offered to share her bills with me, but I refused.”

“Why?”

I trace lines up and down her spine, her presence keeping me focused on the present and not the anger I’d spent so long holding against my mother for Jagger’s incarceration.

“She was glad to see the back of him when he went inside. She never tried to see him or even asked me how he was, and her effort with Dakota was fucking dismal. For every person he might’ve needed to make it up to when he got out, she’s not fucking one of them.”

“Wow. I don’t know what I expected, but that wasn’t it.”

“What do you mean?” Like she knows how much I love her body wrapped up in mine she clings tighter. Her core kissing my cock, her mouth inhaling my exhale, my eyes getting lost in hers.

“While the shit you’ve been through sucks, I can’t get over how fucking selfless you are.”

“I’ve always done what I have to do.”

“You do that and then some.” She brushes her nose against mine. “I know you didn’t get it when you were growing up, and I doubt you let yourself hear it now, but youarean amazing person.”

Hungrily, I snatch the praise out of her mouth. I let it roll around with our tongues, and let it flood me.

She forces herself off me mid kiss, “I hope you’re not trying to shut me up.”

Shaking my head, I laugh, and kiss her again.

“I’m just saying thank you.”

The mood around us changing, she grinds herself against me, my dick relishing in the attention. I slide my hand in between us and in the front of her underwear.

“You’re always so fucking wet for me.”

“It’s only fair, you fuck me like nobody else.”

Like the flick of a switch, I’m a man turned starved animal. Tugging at our clothes, I push inside her as quickly as I can.

The relief of unburdening myself of some of my past, mixed with Taylah’s words washing over my skin, sends me into the ultimate high.

Rolling on top of her I pound her into the mattress. With every thrust, her body bounces. Her back arched and voice hoarse, I make sure she knows nobody willeverfuck her like this.

Quick, and raw, her pussy pulsates around me, and I fill her with everything inside of me. Good. Bad. Happy. Sad. I let her take it. I let her hold it. I let her heal it.

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