Page 99 of Bleeding Hearts
It’s a converted loft above an art space. It was owned by Tommy’s friend, and he came here a lot—he even brought me once. His doodles are still on the walls, and I made sure to frame them when we got the keys so he’ll be with us no matter what.
I wander over the wooden floor to the wall, tracing my fingers over his crude drawings, a smile on my lips. He’d laughand smile as he doodled like this, chatting away or singing, and for a moment, his ghost fills the space in a good way, not in the way he used to fill my nightmares.
I’ve recently started to remember the good times, not just the end. I remember his smile and the memories we shared, not just how he died, and I’m so grateful for that. I know it’s all because of Alice. She helped me move past the pain.
Turning away, I see her first ever signed painting she made of me propped up and ready to hang with the one from Evan’s gallery of us on the night everything happened. He gave it to us as a housewarming present, and I love it. We have more printed to go alongside them spanning our time here at Pine Valley. Some have Tommy, and some don’t, but each one is a happy memory so I can look at them and remember the people who love me.
“Here.” Alice drops the box, panting and sweating. Her blonde hair escapes her hair tie as she smiles at me. She looks so beautiful in this light as she tilts her head. “What is it, Lals?”
“I’m just happy,” I tell her. “I never thought I’d get to be this happy. I have a home, a family . . . I never thought I’d have any of it.”
Her smile softens, and she walks my way, draping her arms around my neck as she looks at me. “I did. You deserve it all. You deserve to be so happy, and I plan to make sure you are for the rest of our lives.” She looks around. “Everything is moved in. Want to break in the new bed?” She wiggles her eyebrows, making me laugh, and her yelp fills the air as I lift her and march toward the only piece of furniture we have put together—the bed.
Her yelp soon turns to a moan that drives me crazy as I bite her neck. My hands fumble with her overalls, making her giggle as I snarl. “Stupid overalls,” I mutter, but I finally get themundone and pull them down until she’s in nothing but a sports bra and panties.
She smiles down at me as I crawl up her body, stopping to kiss over her pussy, her stomach, and then her heart before finally kissing her lips. My hands slide greedily over her skin, touching every inch I can as I tug her panties down. Her hips lift, helping me get them off, and then she sits up and removes her bra so her breasts fall unbound into my waiting mouth and hand.
“Lals,” she whimpers, gripping my shoulders as I suck and tease her nipples before sliding my tongue down her stomach to her bare cunt, finding her wet and wanting. Stroking my fingers over her pussy, I push her thighs wider and smirk up at her.
“You’re always so wet for me, aren’t you, baby? So ready for me to fuck you.”
“I waited long enough—a year of friendship and blue balls.”
I chuckle and press my lips to her stomach. “Then I won’t keep you waiting ever again,” I say before I bury my head between her thighs.
Licking her pretty clit, I gently finger her with two digits, winding her up until she rides my hand. Her head is thrown back, her face and chest flushed as her nails dig into my scalp. She’s always so needy, so demanding, and I love when she takes what she wants from me.
“Oh fuck, Lals, please. I’m close!” she begs. “Yes, there, there!”
Her cries get louder as I lash her clit with my tongue as I add a third finger. Her delicious cream coats my mouth as I press closer to her, wanting to be suffocated by her pussy.
I feel her thighs start to quake on either side of my head, and when I curl my fingers and rub the spot that drives her wild, her hips come off the bed. Her thighs tighten around me as she screams her release, her pretty cunt clamping around my fingersas she writhes and groans. I lick her through her orgasm before dipping my tongue inside her.
She slumps back and pushes me away with a whine. “I’m too sensitive.”
Smirking, I lean down and swipe my tongue over her folds, licking up her release just as a noise behind me has me stiffening.
“Shit, Lally!” I jerk up, covering Alice as she yelps and turns into the bed since she’s naked. I meet Evan’s wide eyes before he spins, giving us his back. “I came to help unpack like you asked. You didn’t even lock the fucking door. I was wondering why you were ignoring my knocks. I guess you couldn’t, uh . . . hear. Hi, Alice. Nice place.”
“Hi, Evan,” she squeaks.
“Uh, maybe get dressed before your brother gets here. He’s parking the car with Dumb and Dumber.” Evan leaves, and Alice groans, burying her face in the duvet.
“Do you think he heard me?” she whines.
“Definitely, my girl is loud,” I reply proudly as I grab the duvet and tug it down so I can kiss her. “Now get your pretty ass dressed so we can unpack.”
“I can never show my face again,” she hisses, her eyes wild and face red.
“Why? We’ve walked in on them fucking before?—”
“Don’t remind me!” she snaps before turning and hiding her face again. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“You’re cute when you’re shy,” I tease as I lean down and lick her neck.
“Stop it, you perv. This is your fault since you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” she grumbles, pointing at me in warning.
“I can’t help it, baby. You’re so beautiful.” Slapping her bare ass, I grin at her indignant look. “I’ll stall them while you get dressed.”
