Page 23 of Embers in Our Past

“Absolutely not. We aren’t done here.” I pull the strap back down and bring my lips down onto her taut nipple. I use my free hand to grab onto the other breast, kneading and squeezing it. Fuck I’ve missed her breasts. They’re the perfect size for me.

I lick and nibble to the point she’s writhing beneath me, and I swear I might combust. I move on to the other one, giving both equal attention.

I let go, and she protests, so I explain, “We need a bed for what I have planned.” I grab her ass, and she wraps her legs around me.

We waste no time, and she kisses me. The intensity of each connection is electric, and there’s nothing light about the way we are kissing.

The moment we get to my room, I throw her onto my bed, and it’s abundantly clear I am way overdressed right now. I begin toeing off my shoes and socks while Abby removes her dress.

The moment we are fully naked, it’s like we are animals and pounce on one another. Abby decides to take over, pushing me to lie on the bottom. The moment she gets me in position, she grabs my cock and lines me up. She sits on my dick achingly slowly, and the moment she’s fully seated, we both moan.

I grab her tits and pinch her nipples, and she begins riding me. I’m so fucking deep; I know I’m hitting right in that spot that gets her to climax the fastest. Her hands are on my chest as she starts to set the pace. I hold onto her hips, matching her speed, and it feels absolutely incredible.

“Fuck, Clay, right there. You feel so good. Harder, yes, you’re so deep,” she says, and it’s fucking unbelievable.

I can feel her squeezing my cock when she starts to come, and I can’t hold out any longer and fall off that cliff right along with her. I pump into her so hard my vision goes dark.

Abby rolls off me, and we both lie there, looking up at the ceiling. A minute ago, the sounds of our skin slapping and our moans filled this room, but now all I can hear are our breaths catching up to us.

“That was… that, um, wow,” she says, laying her arm over her eyes.

“Yeah, that definitely was something,” I say.

Abby and I have always had good chemistry—there’s no denying that. But this time was different. Maybe we both had pent-up frustration or had a lot of time apart and missed this connection with someone familiar. Or perhaps we simply are good together. Whatever it is, it works. I miss it. I miss us.

But no matter what it is, it’s over. I’m well aware of that.

For the rest of the night, we explored each other’s bodies as if we had the rest of our lives to do this. We didn’t talk about the date she was on, and I accepted her word that it was a blind date she truly knew nothing about. Honestly, we’re divorced. It doesn’t matter past her explanation.

The next morning, I wake up to find Abby gone. Her side of the bed is cold, and so is my heart.

CHAPTER 8

Abby

“Explain right now,or I’m hanging up.” I’m giving her five more seconds, or I’m literally putting a post up on social media stating I’m looking for a new best friend. Marissa’s little stunt went too far.

“What’s the big deal? So you went out and got a free meal out of it. Who cares?” How can she be so nonchalant about it? It’s a shame she and my brother haven’t spent more time together.

“Who cares? Marissa, I care! Do you even know me?” I yell into the phone, exasperated that I have to explain myself to the one other person who knows me better aside from Clay.

“Listen, you had to get out there, Abby. You were stuck in a rut. Come on. You were mopey! I had to do something, or you were going to be the crazy cat lady!” Marissa whines into my ear.

“No, I was not. Plus, I’m allergic to cats!” I throw back.

“Fine, but you were going to get a goldfish or something and start talking to it and then never leave the apartment. Come on, tell me how it was, but let me switch to FaceTime?—”

Before I can interject, it’s already ringing, and I accept. I’m confused by the image in front of me until I realize she’s sitting at her desk at work with a bowl of popcorn.

“Are you eating popcorn right now? What am I? Your entertainment?” My mouth is hanging open.

She doesn’t even look guilty, and I swear I’m going to change my number after this and never contact her again.

“What the fuck did you do, Marissa? I’m returning to how I started this call with—explain yourself!”

“Fine—calm your tits! Geez, someone needs her kitty tickled.” She has the audacity to roll her eyes and pops another popcorn into her mouth.

“Don’t get mad.” She looks over at me and corrects herself. “I should say, don’t get angrier, but I may have called in reinforcements and reached out to Rios on this one.”

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