Page 99 of Unexpected Forever
I close my eyes briefly, letting her touch soothe the dull roar of anger that always accompanies the thought of my parents.
“I was the oldest. I wanted to protect my sister. I even made up stories so she wouldn’t know how fucked-up they were. But, when they died, I couldn’t lie to her anymore.”
My mind wanders back to the night I remember so clearly, even though it’s been over twenty-five years. My mouth starts moving before I can stop it.
“My parents went to a party of some sort, a last-minute thing. They never ever missed a party. They were already high before walking out the door. So high, in fact, they forgot to call the babysitter.”
My hand fists on the counter as I let the night play out in my head. “A couple of hours later, the cops showed up at our house. They were expecting to find an adult of some kind, and when they found it was just me and Megan, we were taken to the police station and sent to social services for the night until next of kin could be contacted.”
I blink, weaving the pieces together in my mind. “There was an older lady with kind eyes taking care of us for the night. She’s the one who told me about our parents. They’d left the party, headed to another, and on the way, missed the curve on an access road and slammed into a concrete wall head-on. Doing about sixty miles an hour. There wasn’t much left apparently, but they found my dad’s wallet and his ID.
“Afterward, it was a whirlwind of not knowing where we’d live and then going to live with my aunt and uncle. It was several days before they picked us up, and I remember Megan being so scared. I had to be honest with her, not about the drugs, but I couldn’t lie and tell her they were just on a trip and coming back anytime. I had to tell her they died.”
I look up and tears stream down Charley’s face. I reach out and wipe the tears away. “Firefly, don’t cry. They aren’t worth the tears.”
“Maybe not, but you are.”
Her blue eyes are glassy and her dark hair is tousled around her face.
My heart literally skips a beat as I look at her. She’s exquisite, and I want her to be all mine.
But as hard as I try not to be, I’m still a man who’s emotionally damaged goods beneath the glossy exterior of fame and fortune.
However, just for now, I’ll pretend I’m worthy of her. Pretend she’s mine in every way.
I walk around the island and stand in front of her. Cupping her face with one hand, I lower my head and seal my lips over hers.
She opens for me and tilts her head, taking the kiss deeper. My tongue slides over hers, causing her to moan. It’s a soft yet passionate kiss, one that has me harder than steel.
I pick her up off the stool, our kiss never breaking, and carry her to the sofa. When I sit down, she shifts on my lap until she’s straddling me.
I run my hands along her spine, and goose bumps break out over her flesh. Her hips move, rubbing her pussy against my lap.
Lifting my hips, I shove my pants down past my erection, and when she settles back on my lap, her wet heat against my skin feels like heaven.
I lift her shirt over her head and cup her tits in my hands, thumbing her hard nipples. “Beautiful.”
With a soft sigh, she rolls her hips again and I grip them, moving her back and forth against my hard length. It’s hot as hell having her grind on me, the folds of her core rubbing against me.
“Oh, God. Yes…”
I move her hips faster, her wet heat coating my dick. “Your pussy is so fucking hot, babe.”
On cue, she cries out, “Oh God, yes! Nate, I’m going to come.”
“That’s right, baby. Ride me.”
She throws her head back as she rides out her orgasm, her hips slowing down to a roll.
Her breathing is harsh, and I run my hands down her back, soothing her. But a moment later, she smiles at me with kiss-swollen lips.
Her smile is the smile of a temptress.
With her dark blue stare on me, she lifts up on her knees and positions my cock against her opening. Her warmth surrounds my cock when she lowers herself all the way down to my lap.
It takes all I have not to blow right there.
“Fuck!” My fingers tighten on her hips and I hold her there, panting. “Don’t move yet, baby, or this is going to be over pretty quickly.”
