Page 25 of An Unexpected Everything
“I might have blocked out most of that time for good reason, but I remember Isabella. I remember that name.”
“Don’t, Lance. Just don’t.” My free hand fisted at my side, and my grip on my coffee cup tightened.
“I’m not going to make fun of you for it. Not with that look on your face. But the girls remember that name too. They weren’t as young as you think they were.”
And yet they’d been so tiny when I’d rocked them to sleep because there had been no one else. “I can’t talk about it. Okay? She’s just a friend.”
“If that’s what you say. But you know, this whole fate thing seems pretty cool.”
“What fate thing?” I didn’t even know why I was asking. Nothing good could come from that question.
“I mean, it seems like it’s a small world that the one girl you had a serious relationship with in all of your life happens to not only be your best friend’s sister but is now in your small town. Hell, her family owns this town. Interesting, don’t you think?”
“She is a new Cage. It’s not the same thing.”
“That wasn’t even an answer to my statement. Or maybe it was an answer in itself.” With that, Lance shuffled off to the living room, and I made my way upstairs.
I was so damn tired already. I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do with Isabella. I had been so angry that someone would want to hurt her, that I hadn’t even thought about what I was going to do until my hands were on her.
I needed to keep her safe.
With that one kiss, I had been shoved back into my past, shoved back into who we had been.
We weren’t those people anymore. Far from it.
She had been through so much since that moment. Since I had walked out.
And as I got into the shower, imagining that face of hers, I couldn’t help but blame myself. Because if I had been with her, if I hadn’t left, maybe she wouldn’t have that look of fear on her face.
Or maybe I was truly so self-centered that I could think that.
I quickly showered but couldn’t get the thought of Isabella out of my mind, or the taste of her off my tongue. The kiss had been rougher, more demanding than it had been prior. We had always liked rough sex, always liked the touch of each other. But we weren’t those same people, I reminded myself.
Without thinking, I slid my hand down over my cock and squeezed at the base.
I was going to hell for this. But I couldn’t help it. I was already hard just thinking about her. I slid my fist over my length, letting my thumb slide over the slit. A drop of pre-come slid out, and I used it to roll over the tip, before sliding my fist back and squeezing the base once more. I moved one hand to cup my balls, needing that moment, before dropping that hand and pushing it against the shower wall, bracing myself.
I moved my hand up and down, imagining her mouth. The way that she would hollow her cheeks, letting her tongue flick against the vein running underneath. She used to tease the barbell there, letting it run over her tongue. I’d always loved fucking her bare, knowing that my piercing would be rubbing against her inner walls, sending her over the edge. My grip tightened, as I sped up, needing that release.
I imagined her on her knees, legs spread. She would have one hand on her pussy, sliding her fingers in and out of herself as I told her to. She’d flick her thumb over her clit, and she would moan around my cock. Then she’d use one hand to grip at my thighs, keeping her steady. And I’d have one of my hands wrapped in her hair, holding her still as I her fucked her face, my cock going deep down her throat as she swallowed hard, gagging. And I’d use my other hand to pluck at her nipples, pinching and squeezing as she moaned into me, needing that pinprick of pain.
I’d keep going even as she came, even as she bobbed her head in time with my thrusts.
With that moment, I came, spurting over the wall as I swallowed hard, draining myself dry as the water grew cold.
I was such a fucking asshole that I was over here jerking myself off thinking about the woman I had left behind.
She wasn’t far away anymore. No, she was here. In town.
Mytown.
The town that just happened to be hers in name and truth after all.
I shook my head, feeling slightly disgusted, as I finished washing up, and got ready for the day.
Lance had already left since he was working a part-time job for the next couple of weeks before he headed back to Denver to finish his scholarship and start his semester. He was on an off-semester now that wasn’t with the full school schedule, so it was helpful that he could be here as often as he was to help with the girls. Between graduation, prom, and their countless sporting activities, I needed the help.
I was grateful that the town had helped along the way as well. Well-meaning individuals who had tried to step in too far, and others who had just been there with a kind word and warm meal when we’d been behind and lost. And that was why I had needed to leave Isabelle. Why I had made that choice for us both.
