Page 67 of Strum Me

And the revelation seems to hit us both, that’d we’d both royally fucked it up.

He reaches across the bed and takes my hand in his. His voice is broken, soft. Each word kills me.

“I’ve been walking around with a broken heart for eight years, Butter. Shattered. It killed me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I can only say it was the same for me.”

“I didn’t know either. I would never have left your side for anyone. I don’t even remember getting those messages from those girls. I probably just deleted them. They didn’t mean anything to me. How could you have not known that?”

“How could you not have known after that night that I’d never ever leave you…for Silas?”

Neither of us have words that can explain our younger selves.

“So.”

“So.”

“Maybe it’s better that you stayed,” Brad starts.

“And maybe it’s better that you left,” I finish.

“What now?”

“I think, I think the universe was trying to tell us something. That it knows better than we do.” A single hot tear slides down my cheek. As much as I’d been fighting Brad, I hadn’t thought I’d have to say goodbye to the thought of us together again so soon.

“Fuck the universe!” he says, and my breath catches.

He pulls me against him, and his lips are finally against mine again.

“Fuck the universe,” I mumble, repeating his words, my hands reaching up to brush through his hair, his face, and down his neck. I couldn’t stop now if I tried. And I won’t.

“God, I could kiss you forever and not get tired of it,” he murmurs, his lips grazing against my neck.

“You’re going to have to, because I’m going to want your mouth elsewhere,” I whisper to him, the moisture between my legs building just thinking of him moving his mouth there.

“Fuck, did I just come?” he growls, his teeth biting into my shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter if you did. I’ll just have to work harder to get you ready to fuck again with my mouth.”

“Okay, that almost made me come, too. Shut your mouth, nymph.”

I giggle as he pushes me onto the bed. I scuttle to the headboard, my legs stretched out in front of me.

Brad watches me as I move, one hand unbuttoning his shirt as the other pulls the belt from its loops. He crawls onto the bed and slides his hands up my legs, pulling them up to bend at the knee, enveloping him. Before I realize what he’s doing, his hand slides down my inner thigh, and pushes aside my panties to slide a finger deep inside me.

And it’s my turn to almost come on the spot.

“Fuck…Brad,” I moan, my hips lifting off the bed.

“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say my name like that.”

I feel his finger pull out of me, completely out. And I can’t help but push myself down toward him.

“Easy, girl…don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

I barely have a moment to reply before his finger is inside me again, this time deep, so deep his palm presses against my clit, sending a spasm through my body.

“Oh, God. Yes.” The words fall from my mouth without any help from me.