Page 4 of Because of You

“Nothing. They’re your family. Your friends. Your work associates. You can tell them whatever you want.” Avery pressed the elevator again, and this time the doors blessedly opened. When he started to get on with her, she put up her hand and, in a tone that left no room for argument, firmly stated, “Donot.”

“Avery, come on.” He took a step back. “You can’t be serious.”

The doors closed on him, and as she rode the elevator down, she felt a tiny niggle of guilt. Maybe she should have told Jude that the reason she’d gone to the room in the first place was to tell him it was over. Maybe that was the right thing to do. The honest thing to do.

When she stepped off the elevator, her phone dinged, and she saw it was a text from Jude.

Jude:Stop being a child. Grow up. This isn’t a fairytale. This is real life. Get over yourself.

No, I’m sorry. No, you didn’t deserve to see that. No attempt at even the illusion of an apology.

As soon as she read that, any guilt she had about not being completely transparent with him evaporated, and she was more certain than ever she was doing the right thing. She felt lighter than she had in years, like a thousand pounds of bricks had been lifted off her shoulders.

Today wasn’t turning out to be a bad day after all.

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Long red hairtickles his chest as she pants above him. His hands move to her breasts, cupping them. The weight of her fullness fills his palms and makes them tingle as he massages her mounds. Her hands cover his and she flexes her fingers, causing him to squeeze even tighter than he had been.

His body surges with arousal inside of her as he gazes into her crystal blue eyes. The bluest eyes he’s ever seen. She rides him with reckless abandon. Her thighs strain against his hips as she lifts her body up and then slams down on top of him, crying out with unbridled passion.

He loves her shameless desire.

He can feel her body primed and ready as her inner walls begin to choke his shaft. Even though he’s certain she can get herself off riding him like this, he wants to be the one to take her up and over the edge.

Without any warning, he flips them over, gripping her hips as he drives inside of her. The angle and leverage of his weight allow him to thrust deeper into her tight, welcoming canal.

“Yes, harder,” she demands greedily as she reaches back, grabbing his hip.

Her fingertips dig into his flesh. The tiny pricks of pain from her nails instantly morph into pleasure. She’s gripping him so tightly that he knows she might draw blood. The thought only serves to drive him closer to the edge. The pounding of their flesh together is the steady pace of a buzzer.

She looks over her shoulder; her wanton eyes lock with his. The climax they both desperately need is just out of reach as he leans down to kiss her. The warmth of her breath fans his face as his lips brush hers. He surges deeper inside of her as he bites down on her neck, but he can’t quite reach her.

Confusion clouds his mind as he flexes his fingers into her hips, but he no longer feels her body beneath him.

He’s no longer inside her.

Her scent is drifting away.

His eyes are closed.

All he sees is black.

Keaton Savage forced his eyes open only to find himself staring up at the black fan blades spinning above his bed. His heart thumped wildly as his chest rose and fell in rapid succession, attempting to catch his breath as the realization of his surroundings dawned on him.

It wasn’t real. There was no redhead below him or above him. It was a dream. A dream he’d been having several times a month for five years.

The reality was that he was alone, and his phone was ringing. Ignoring the incoming call, Keaton twisted and laid back down, burying his head in the pillow. Using meditative tricks, he did everything he could to will himself back to sleep. He focused all of his mind's power to transport himself back into the dream. Back inside was the woman he couldn’t forget.

He didn’t care if she was real or not. He just wanted to be with her again…even if it was just in his dreams.

After several frustrating minutes of mental gymnastics, he gave up.

She was gone. Again. And just like the first time, there was no goodbye. One second, she was there, the next she wasn’t.

Keaton exhaled loudly.

Her abrupt departure from his life happened five years ago, and he still couldn’t get her big blue eyes, wild golden-red hair, and mile-long legs out of his head.

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