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"You can start from the beginning," Joshua shrugged, relaxing on the couch. He was genuinely interested in what she had to say. Maybe he was going to get an explanation too as to why her mother was on his couch.
"I got a call this evening from a bar downtown. I had to go pick her up. I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do. I was so shocked. She was supposed to be in rehab, I don't know how she got out. I'm so sorry about this. I'll take her out of here in the morning."
"It's alright, she can stay. She's your mum, right?"
"Yeah… Unfortunately."
"Don't say that, she's still your mum." Joshua realized he was a hypocrite. He and his mum left his father due to his abusive nature. Whenever something terrible happened at work, his father would take it out on him and his mother. His mum always tried to protect him. Though he caused the accident that confined his mother to a wheelchair for life. He didn't want to think back to those times. Thinking about his dad made him sad and angry.
He shifted on the couch, moving in closer to her. Nazalie leaned her head on his shoulder. Hesitantly, he placed his arms around her shoulders.
"It wasn't always like this, you know?" She was quiet for a while. Joshua waited, fearing that if he tried to urge her on, she might clam up. "My mum used to be normal, happy even. When we were younger, we baked together. She loved baking; her eyes seemed to light up when we baked together. We were all happy, even my dad. My mum loved him so much. When she found out that he cheated, she still loved him. Then he left. It broke her. She looked to alcohol to solve her problems and has been doing so ever since."
He placed a kiss on her forehead and gave her body a gentle squeeze.
“You know, my father was abusive. He used to hit my mum and me all the time. One day, he tried to leave and when my mother tried to stop him, she got hit with his car. That’s why she’s in a wheelchair now. By the time he came back, it was too late for him. I had already moved out with my mum.”
Nazalie was quiet. She seemed to be processing what he said.
They both had terrible fathers. Why was it always the fathers? Empathy softened his eyes for the first time since they’d sat down together.
"You’re a survivor sweetheart," Joshua whispered after a long pause. "I'm sure your mom loves you, Nazalie. She lost her way for a bit, she'll pull through for you."
"Thanks for making me feel better," she whispered, sitting up to face him. She was staring at him, into his eyes. There was something other than desire in her eyes, something softer. He watched her, wondering what she would do next.
Nazalie slid his jacket from his shoulders, his shirt open at the collar, no tie to bother with removing. Backing him toward the room, she toyed with one button at a time, unveiling his chest until the shirt whipped behind him in the wind.
Smiling, Joshua shook his head no and danced her toward the room instead. Her eyes widened momentarily before she grinned in return. Nazalie kicked off her shoes and watched him as they inched towards the room.
He kissed her then.
Her sigh of pleasure left him throbbing against his zipper almost painfully. He had to reassure himself that he'll have her soon, sooner than his next breath.
He nudged the door closed behind him with his foot. They had a guest, so they had to be quiet.
He toyed with the tie behind her waist, holding her wraparound dress in place. A simple tug set it free and falling away to reveal her breasts to the light. He nudged the fabric down around and past her waist to pool at her feet. She kicked it away behind her, their clothes littering the marble floor.
Nazalie glanced over her shoulder with a flicker of concern. He guided her face back toward him again. “Forget the clothes. I’ll buy you more.”
“My thoughts aren’t always clear around you, especially when we’re naked. Now can we stop with the talking and move on to the joining? I want you.”
She unbuckled his belt, slipped it free and flung it out into the air with a flick and a snap.
Her uninhibited laughter filled the room. The rest of their clothes and Joshua's shoes scattered about until they stood bare in the open together. Her breasts brushed his chest as she took him in her hand and stroked until he worked to keep his feet steady under him.
He clasped her wrist and draped her arm back over his shoulder. Leaning, he scooped her up against his chest and placed her gently on the bed. He realized then that she was precious to him.
He slid his hand between her legs, the essence of her arousal, leaving her slick to his touch. He tucked two fingers into her warm silken grip, stroking inside, his thumb teasing outside. Sighing, she pressed closer to him as she’d done on the couch the previous week. She was always so responsive. She was so damn perfect that he almost came undone from the feel of her on his hand.
She sprinkled kisses over his face, working her way to his ear. “I want you inside me, Joshua, I want it all here. Now,” she demanded.
“More than willing to oblige,” he growled, smiling against her skin
Joshua cupped her bottom and lifted. She wrapped her lean, long legs around his waist, the core of her pressing closer to him, her damp heat against him. He throbbed from wanting to be inside her again. And again. How often would be enough? He wasn't sure he would ever have enough of her.
She slid down on the length of him.
He gave a full thrust, plunging inside her.
