I know it doesn’t seem nice, and truly, I feel awful. But, the more time that goes by, I’m sure I’ll continue to feel better. Feel closer to her. Maybe we’ll even be intimate again. But for right now, the memory of him is too fresh. I can still remember the taste of his tongue, the feeling of his lips sucking on my neck, anddear God…
Water runs off my hard cock as I remember all the dirty, life-changing things we did together that weekend. Camping alone, out in that tent. Just him and I. I grab myself, giving in to the one routine that never gets old. One day it will, I’m sure. But not tonight.
Tonight, memories of his pierced tongue and lips are the only thing that feels real.
I think about the way he kissed up my thighs before filling his mouth with my cock. Or the whimpery sounds he made whenever I hit that spot inside of him. The way his body would shake when it was too much to hold on and he came undone around me.
Fuck.The way he’d call me ‘sir’ like it was my birthname.
“My dick is yours, sir. My ass is yours...I’m yours…”
The memories flash so vividly in my mind. I bite my fist to stifle the moans that rip out of me. It doesn’t take me long after that before I’m tumbling over the edge, ropes of my cum hitting the shower floor.
I gasp in relief as the pent-up frustration from the day falls away from me. But, as quick as it falls, the memory of what’s left of his returns.
Because Noah’s gone. He decided to leave when he heard the news about Paislee, and that’s something I can’t forgive. I may miss him, but I also hate him for leaving. I hate the fact that he pretended to be so mature, but couldn’t stick around when things got too real. Couldn’t deal with it forme.I was willing to flip my whole life over for him.
Clarity hits me like a slap to the face. Every night, it’s the same thing.
Itnever gets easier, even when I so desperately wish it would, because this is my life now.
On exhausted, shaky legs, I find my way out of the shower, drying off in the mirror.
Veronica, Paislee, and I. That’s it. That’s all.This is how it’s supposed to be.
Leaving the bathroom, I tuck my towel around my waist and make my way to the bedroom to quickly change.
As I enter the room, I see a dainty arm reach out and turn on the bedside table light.
My heart drops.
“Hey,” I say, startled.
“Shhh,” Veronica signals, her eyes flicking toward me. She’s wearing a shiny pink slip—short enough to elongate her legs. Her long blonde hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, and I can see the shimmer of eyeshadow and a glossed pout. “You’re just getting in?”
She looks incredible, but… I swallow thickly. “Yeah. Just got out of the shower.”
Her gaze drifts down my body and settles on my hand gripping the towel. Curiosity piqued, she bites her lower lip.
“Is Paislee—” I start, turning to leave.
“I just put Pais down,” she interrupts, crawling to the edge of the bed. Her knees sink into the mattress as she leans closer. “Which means…” Reaching for me, she pulls me in by my towel. “We can have a littleme-and-you time.”
My lips twitch as she looks up at me, her painted coral fingernails trail up my abs and along my pecs, feeling my still damp skin.
I should want this.
She starts planting soft bites on my chest, as her fingertips tickle my skin.
So…soft. Delicate.
I close my eyes, begging for my body to react in the way I need it to, for fuckingonce. During her pregnancy, we didn’t push for sex. Honestly, she didn’t try, so shutting it down was never a problem. Lately, she’s been trying more and more, and I’m running out of excuses. No matter how hard I try to slip back into what we had… my mind keeps wandering.
Noah was just so…different.
Dammit.
I grip her small hips, pulling her against me.I can do this.Trying to lose myself in the way her body feels, I press a kiss to her throat.
