Page 71 of The Trust We Broke
Because it’s better than begging her for the crumbs I’m sure she’d throw me.
It’s better than knowing the reason she divorced me, and never being able to go back once I do.
And when she kisses me back, I almost forget both. Because no sooner do our lips collide, than a soft, low groan escapes her.
God, the way that sound rumbles through me. It’s like a light switch to my libido.
Everything flares up fast. My cock rises, and the flood of energy I always felt fucking Lucy floods me too.
I want to strip her naked, fuck her on all fours on the wooden floors until her knees bleed. But I can’t because her lips and tongue taste so good, I can’t tear myself away from them.
Her suit jacket is soft, and I shove it off her shoulders and down her arms. It falls to the ground, but neither of us bothers to pick it up and hang it.
My heart breaks a little when she steps up onto my toes, bringing us that little bit closer.
I know sex was never our problem.
I know this is ignoring every other red flag waving between us.
But I can’t bring myself to care, when the heat of her body next to mine is hotter than the Colorado sun in August. When my soul has felt so cold recently, and this feels like the only warmth I’m ever going to get.
My teeth clamp her lower lip, causing her to gasp and try to pull away. Her pupils flash wide, making her eyes look darker than usual.
When I pick her up, she wraps her legs tight around me. “I’m going to show you that getting used by me can feel really good, Bug.”
“We need to talk,” she manages to gasp against my lips.
“I know. But not now, because I need to fuck you.”
I slide my hand into her thick curls and cradle her head to mine.
Her arms tighten around my neck, and her thighs clench around my hips as I walk to my bedroom. For the first time since our reunion, I’m going to lay her down in my bed and devour the shit out of her.
The walk is a short one, and I wish it looked better than it does. But the room is clean, and I changed the sheets two nights ago. My home is my sanctuary, and I never have club girls overhere. Because I’m so far out of town, it’s usually easier for me to go back to the place of any woman I pick up in a bar in town.
So, at least it feels special and right that she’s the first woman I’ve brought back here.
Even if we never do this again, it was our dream to live in a place like this.
I lay her down on the navy bedding, just as snow starts to fall outside.
Everything here is secure. I have plenty of supplies to outlast whatever Mother Nature puts down. Taking in the way Lucy’s curls look on my pillow, I hope it puts down so much snow, we’re stuck here for days.
“You feel good enough for this, given what happened yesterday?” I ask, suddenly remembering her accident.
She touches her temple gently. “I’m fine.”
I stroke my hand through her hair gently, and in complete contrast say, “I’m going to fuck you hard like we used to. Want you to feel me for days when you leave. Want you to know I took your pussy harder than anyone else can.”
She sighs, and I see the turmoil. The need to do the right thing, partnered with the raw urgency to do as I ask. There are lines on her forehead, but she also saws her thighs against each other, desperate to ease the ache in her cunt.
“You remember your safe word?” I ask.
“Sunset,” she says, her throat raw.
“Good girl. Use it if you need to; otherwise, you’re my little slut, now.”
Like it always did, her mouth opens a little with a quiet gasp. Like she can’t believe she gets to be called that.
