Page 61 of Accidentally Mine
And then she was coming.Her spine straightened, and she tensed as wave after wave had her pussy clenching my cock, the vibrations pulsing through me, her body trembling against mine.I could’ve sworn the world around us shook.I’d been thinking of what she said, but the moment she came, she pulled me over the edge with her, and I buried myself so deep I thought I’d surely fused us as one.
A moment later, she nudged me gently, and I rocked back on my heels, gripping the counter as I slid out of her.She smoothed her hair back as she lifted the shirt into place, and I slumped against the kitchen island, smiling, and thinking that if I died now, it’d be as a very happy man.
But she wasn’t smiling.
I thought of what Kyle had said.She was leaving.
“Hey,” I said, touching her cheek.“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, her face clearing almost magically.“Nothing.”Then she went to the bowl of batter and stirred it.“You hungry?”She gave me a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes.
“Yeah,” I said, turning on the stovetop, but fixing breakfast didn’t stop me from thinking about it.Was this what she’d planned?To have mind-blowing sex with me, and then just fucking leave?Without saying goodbye?
What if this was her goodbye?
16
Roselynn
Iyawned as I took the long trip to the rehab center that afternoon to visit my aunt.Brent had offered Ernest, but he’d been too hospitable, and I felt bad taking away his mode of transportation when I could easily just use public.As I was sitting in the T car on the Orange Line, I got an email with a message from my father’s business partner, Steve.
Steve was not just my father’s business partner.He was my dad’s biggest confidante, and had been working with him for years, since my father wasn’t the best when it came to balancing the books.Because I’d been trying to keep my whereabouts as quiet as possible, I hadn’t given Steve my new number, so all he had to get in touch with me was an email account.
But this was his fourth message to me.I knew I had to contact him.I’d just been dragging my feet, then I’d been too busy with Aunt Marie.If I was honest with myself, I hadn’t been ready to deal with my father’s business, especially when I couldn’t even bring myself to deal with my childhood house.
It was just three blocks away from my aunt’s house on Leeds.I could have walked over there any time, but I knew the second I went inside, I’d be a sobbing mess.And when I went through it all, I’d be one step closer to leaving it all behind.Forever.
Yesterday, I might have given myself three days, but so far, I hadn’t been able to tick off any of the items on my to-do list.My mind had been stalled on the fantasy of Brent.Every free moment, I found myself grinning goofily and thinking of him.Which was stupid, because I knew better than anyone that it had to end.
I needed to get that under wraps.And soon, before the big bad wolf showed up.
As I walked into the rehab facility, my mind again strayed to Brent.The pancakes had been lovely, but my favorite part of the morning had been the kitchen sex.He had a lot of rooms in that brownstone of his for us to christen.The mudroom, and his upstairs bathroom…we hadn’t been in his hot tub yet.
I groaned inwardly as I realized there wasn’t time.Two days after this one, I had to be out of Boston.For good.
In Aunt Marie’s room, the massive bouquet about blocked out the light coming in through the window—the most beautiful, giant red roses.They made the room smell heavenly.
“Who’s the secret admirer?”I asked Marie, reaching for the card.
This one was signed.To my sweet lady.Love, Ernest.
My jaw dropped.I looked over at my aunt, who was fighting a Mona Lisa smile.She was wearing a new lounging outfit and lipstick, and it looked like someone had done her hair.In fact, she looked at least ten years younger, her face flushed and happy.“Are you freaking kidding me?”
“Don’t be so surprised.Yes, we’ve been getting friendly during his visits.He’s a very nice man.We actually have so many friends in common, believe it or not,” she said, fluffing her new do.“Did you know we were both born in the same hospital, five years apart?And my sister dated his best friend.We both went to South Boston High School.Can you believe it?”
I put the card back among the flowers.“No.That’s amazing.He seems like a really nice man.Brent thinks highly of him.”
“He brought those flowers to me, and you know what he said?”I expected something stirringly romantic, but without waiting for me to ask, she said, “What’s better than roses on a piano?Two lips on my organ.”She guffawed loudly.
I felt my face heating.Oh, my god.They were a match made in heaven.
“And then he told me this really great joke,” she continued.“So a man brings some flowers home to his wife.She’s so surprised by his romantic gesture that she lays back on the dining table, throws her legs in the air and spreads them.Her husband, confused, looks down and goes, ‘What’s that for?’His wife replies, ‘For the flowers, of course!’He thinks for a moment and asks, ‘Don’t we have a vase?’”She threw her head back and laughed, slapping her knee.
I sat down in the chair across from her bed and smiled, relieved despite the dirty joke.This was amazing news.It would definitely make leaving easier if I knew my Aunt Marie would have someone to look after her.
A heavy stone settled in my stomach as I realized it didn’t make things easier at all.Anthony, if he found out where she was, would use her to drag me back here in a flat second.
My aunt eyed me closely.“Ernest has told me that you and Brent have been getting closer too.”I nodded, raking my teeth savagely over my bottom lip.She reached out and touched my cheek.“Is he the reason why you look like you’re facing the firing squad?”
