Liv
“Ihaven’t been brave enough these last few months to ask about your mom. How is she?”
I feel his smile against my hair. “She’s great.”
“She is?” I prop my chin on my hand to look at him.
“When I was in prison, I was able to work through a program they had, and any little bit of money I got, I saved. As soon as I got out, since I was able to move into the sanctuary for free with Lochlan, I sent all my money to my mom.”
“And your dad?”
“No, I made her promise to leave him. That was my stipulation. I needed her to be willing to start over.”
“She was okay with that?”
“She was more than okay with that. She only stayed so long because of me, and she didn’t have any way to leave. My dad made sure she was trapped. It was still hard on her, but I got her into a little apartment. She got a job at a diner. She’s happy.”
“Is she around here somewhere?”
“About an hour north.”
“Have you heard from your dad at all?”
“No, not a peep. I assume he’s drinking himself to death in the same trailer.” He sighs. “It’s exactly what he deserves.”
“Did you ever think it could have been different if he had gotten sober?”
“No, even without the alcohol, he’s evil to his core.”
“You’re everything good despite what he put you through, Jensen. I’m proud of you.”
He twirls a piece of my hair around his finger mindlessly. “If I was good, I wouldn’t have stolen you back when I knew you’d be better off without me.”
“It’s not stealing if I came willingly.”
He nods, holding back a depth of emotions that I can only begin to guess. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to convince him that he’s worth everything to me.
“What did you think about when you were in prison?” I sit up, straddling his stomach.
“What did I think about…” He trails off, distracted by my nakedness on him.
“How did you think about me, Jensen?” I scoot down, feeling his cock stiffen as I slide over it and to his thighs. “Like this?”
“Fuck, Liv. I thought about this in every direction. I was suicidal, but I was 19 and horny as hell.”
“Mhm, tell me.”
His gaze sears me, traveling the length of my body until it lands on my mouth.
“Your lips. I dreamed about our first kiss. No matter how fucking vile my fantasy got… It would always start with a kiss.”
I lean down, sealing my lips to his, but only letting them linger a second. “More,” I encourage, running my hands downhis torso.
“Then your tits. I’d imagine how they looked. Felt. I’d picture them bouncing in my face. Running my tongue over them and sucking them into my mouth. Fucking them.”
“Like this?” I cup his shaft between the curve of my breasts, stroking him gently. I don’t have a large chest, nothing that would get the job done effectively, but he does not seem to give a fuck as he stares.
“Just like that,” he exhales in relief.
