Page 30 of My Heart To Heal

Nick

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I huff out a shocked laugh as I stand in the hallway, staring at her door. Did that just happen?

If it wasn’t for the discarded boxer shorts on the floor, I’d find it hard to believe. Bending down, I pick them up and laugh again as I look at them in my hand. Of course, she wears boxers. Missy does everything her own way.

I turn and head into my apartment and straight for my bedroom. My dick is painfully hard, and with the taste of her on my tongue, the only way thissituation is settling down is with a palmful of lube and my back against the mattress.

Dropping my jacket, I pull off my top as I kick off my sneakers and drop my pants and underwear. She had me on my fuckin’ knees for her, and I loved every second of it.

Laying back on the bed with her boxer shorts still in my hand, I grip my cock, and give in to the memory of her scent, her taste, and her beautiful brown eyes gazing down at me as she gripped my hair. I fist my cock, faster, harder, and more turned on than I think I’ve ever been.

‘Fuck,’ I hiss, the pull of pleasure causing my eyes to squeeze shut and my jaw to clench.

I exhale loudly, groaning as I pump harder, faster, and finally, I come with her boxers gripped around the end of my cock and her name on my lips.

We’ve crossed a line now, and I never want to turn back.

I slept like adog in the sun last night and woke before my alarm. Pulling on my sweatpants and a hoodie, I grab my water, connect my headphones,and slip my feet into my sneakers. I need this run, but for the first time in years, I don’t feel like I’m heading out to try and release tension. I feel light on my feet and have a spring in my step. I don’t know what last night with Missy meant. I don’t know what happens next, but just for now, I’m in this little bubble of remembering her lips on mine, her tongue in my mouth, and her grip on my hair.

I run along Main Street and past the diner. It’s still too early for anyone to be up and still dark enough that the streetlights are reflecting off the wet pavement. Apparently, it rained last night, a lot, if the puddles are anything to go by. I didn’t hear a damn drop.

I turn and run past the bar and make my way toward the back road that leads down to the lake. The ground is a little uneven, and I revel in the challenge as I dodge water-filled potholes and rogue tree roots.She had me on my knees.

Making my way along the gravel trail that circles the lake, I notice the first strokes of the sunrise starting to paint the sky and the surface of the water.

You want me, you show me some damn respect.Her words run through me, lifting the corners of my mouth.You earn it.Goddamit, this woman. I’m goingto earn it. If it’s the last fuckin’ thing I do, I’m going to earn another chance to be that close to her.

I continue to run, a grin on my face and a determination I haven’t felt in years. I’m doing this. I’m getting the girl.

Back in my apartment, I shower quickly and grab my keys, my wallet, and my phone, then head out. I need to get a few things out of town before I can start to earn it the way she told me to.

As I pull out of my parking space, I notice the beautiful brown waves spilling over her red coat as she walks, Jonah’s hand in hers, toward the diner, and I nod; yep, I’m getting that girl.

Okay, Nicholas Barber, Well Played

Missy

It’s a good day.I came harder than I ever had, and I couldn’t get Nick and his magic tongue off my mind all night. I didn’t get a lot of sleep because I was so turned on and fighting the urge to go over to his place for round two, but I still woke up smiling this morning and with a hankering for a stack of freshly made pancakes. Apparently, orgasm equals appetite.

After breakfast at the diner, Jonah and I head home via the general store because he wants some paper for drawing, and I’m in a yes mood. I’m in ayes, yes, yesmood.

Heat rushes up my neck to my cheeks as I brace myself on the countertop, a half-sliced carrot abandoned to the memories of Nick on his knees for me.

You want me on my knees, Missy, here I am.

The way he gazed up at me, like I was some magical being — like he would have done anything I asked at that moment. I’ve never felt anything like the rush that gave me.

‘Mama, I need water.’

I blink and inhale sharply as I push away memories that are inappropriate to be sinking into with my child a few feet away.

‘Is that how you ask, honey?’

‘Sorry.’ He smiles sweetly. ‘Can I have some water, please?’

Nodding, I grab a cup and get my boy a drink, and as I’m putting it down on the coffee table, there’s a knock at the door.

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