Page 64 of Love Resurrected
I leave Tenley on the dance floor and head down the small hallway toward the restroom, sickened by my reaction to her touch. For just a moment, I forgot about everything I hold dear and I let myself sink into the present and holding a woman in my arms. How good that felt, how right. Until it came crashing down around me. Kat would never again fill my embrace or step on my toes. She’d never giggle at the wordlust-filled.
Kat was different. She was special, unique; that one-of-a-kind love that you never find twice and can’t possibly recover from losing.
How long does the fucking pain last? And why can’t I just move on? People do it all the fucking time,andin less time. Didn’t Ijusthave a plan for how this was all going to work? What happened to that?
I’m so tired of this argument constantly at war in my mind:
It’s time to live.
I can’t—I’m already dead inside.
I lock myself in a stall and lean my forehead against the cool metal of the dividing panel. My hands fist and release at my side, not sure whether I want to hit something and if so, what I’d like that something to be.
All this energy and anger duel inside of me, with no relief in sight and the overwhelming desire to destroy anything in my way. The embodiment of destruction and rage. There’s an unfulfilled hunger for something, anything, to occupy the vacuous space that is my soul. Why is it so easy to rid oneself of the physical but not the emotional? I can’t even—
“Brad?” A soft voice interrupts my thoughts followed by a faint knock on the stall door. “Are you in there?”
Tenley.
I unlatch the door and pull her into the stall with me. Before I think, my mouth is on hers, my tongue pushing its way inside. My hands grab at her ass and press her tight against my cock. I push her back against the metal door, slamming it shut.
She moans against me and her arms circle around my neck. My mind spins, I can’t focus. All I can do is feel. Feel her soft body against mine, her hands tugging at my hair, and the heat of her center against my thigh as I push it between her legs.
How hard I am.
I need a release.
My lips leave hers and trail down her neck, taking in her scent, finally, getting my fill of the essence that is Tenley. I breathe in deeply, relishing the aroma. My nose pushes down the neckline of her dress, giving me access to her breasts.
Fuck.
No bra.
Two twin peaks that are both perky and firm. She moans my name as I take one in my mouth, the nipple hardening under the assault of my tongue.
So good.
I can’t get enough.
I push them together, taking both taut ends in my mouth at once.
Fuck me.
She pushes her hands between us to unbutton my jeans as I yank up the hem of her dress.
“Too many things in the way,” I breathe.
Our actions are frantic and jerky, but soon enough, we have my pants around my thighs, her dress around her waist, and my cock in her hand.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
I’m going to lose it. It’s been too long.
I work my hand in her panties and plunge my fingers inside her. She’s drenched. I drive them in and out of the tight space as I suckle at her neck. Her moans get louder.
“Brad.”
Fuck.
