legs, her back laying against his chest and her head on his shoulder. He suspected this conversation may be easier if it wasn’t done face-to-face.
“You said it was a car accident?”
Natalie nodded. “She’d gone out one night to a party. She wasn’t drinking. It wasn’t anything like that. Yvonne rarely drank. It was just late and the police think she fell asleep at the wheel. She ran off the road and hit a tree.”
“That must’ve been hard for you.”
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“I was supposed to go to the party with her.”
“What?” Ewan could hear the pain lacing every word and his heart broke for her.
Suddenly he understood.
“I bailed at the last minute. I hate parties, social situations, always have. I lied to her. Said I had a headache. If I’d been in that car with her, she wouldn’t have—”
“Natalie, no. Life is one big what if . It’s not your fault your sister died.”
“Oh yeah,” she said, her tone alerting him that cynical Nat was about to reemerge.
“I’ve spent thousands of dollars in therapy for that answer. Must be true, right? I mean, all those psychiatrists can’t be wrong.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” He wished there was something he could say to make her believe him, but he was fighting a decade’s worth of guilt and recrimination. He grasped her shoulders, turned her until she faced him. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“Then when, Nat? When are you going to talk about it? When are you going to let this go and move on?”
“I’m moving on. I’ve been living and breathing and moving on for ten fucking years, Ewan. Ten years.”
He didn’t know what to say. What words he could offer that would comfort her, take away the agony he saw in her face, erase the erroneous belief that she was to blame.
“You’re right. You’ve moved on.” Rather than say more, he went with his gut, went with the instinct that said he knew what she needed more than words. He kissed her.
She fell into his embrace, clung to him like a child seeking solace during a storm. He felt her hands trembling as she reached up and wrapped them around his neck. She dove into the deep end and he pulled her out farther, gave her this moment, this time to wipe out the pain, to help her put the past away even if it was only for a little while.
He knew she never put it away for long.
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Friday I’m in Love
Their kisses exploded like lightning flashing in the air around them as their tongues, their teeth fought a tug-of-war, a battle of give and take. She nipped his lower lip and he tasted the tangy, metallic flavor of his own blood. He reached up, gripped her hair, tugged at it in his attempts to hold her captive to his lips, his body.
She broke away, gasping for breath, but he dragged her back with a growl and they renewed the fight.
“Fuck me,” she muttered, her teeth latching onto his lip once more. “God, please fuck me. Make this go away.”
He gripped her hips, pulled her over his lap and her legs spread wide as he plunged into her depths. No hesitation, no preparation. Just straight, hard fucking. Her pussy was slick, hot, ready for him. As she straddled him, her knees tightened against his hips and she began riding his cock, pressing down on him with all the strength in her body. He bent forward, taking her breast into his mouth while his hands held her waist, lifting her, driving her back down.
The steam from the water surrounded them as it splashed over the sides of the Jacuzzi. They were stirring up a tidal wave—in and out of the tub. Drenching the floor.
Drowning his heart. He didn’t give a shit. He’d cleaned up the mess. Somehow. Right now, he wanted more from her. So much more.
He bit her tight nipple and she cried out.
“Harder!”
He didn’t know if she meant his cock or his teeth, so he delivered on both as she crash landed to earth with an orgasm that threatened to grind his cock to dust. He came with her, unable
“You said it was a car accident?”
Natalie nodded. “She’d gone out one night to a party. She wasn’t drinking. It wasn’t anything like that. Yvonne rarely drank. It was just late and the police think she fell asleep at the wheel. She ran off the road and hit a tree.”
“That must’ve been hard for you.”
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Mari Carr
“I was supposed to go to the party with her.”
“What?” Ewan could hear the pain lacing every word and his heart broke for her.
Suddenly he understood.
“I bailed at the last minute. I hate parties, social situations, always have. I lied to her. Said I had a headache. If I’d been in that car with her, she wouldn’t have—”
“Natalie, no. Life is one big what if . It’s not your fault your sister died.”
“Oh yeah,” she said, her tone alerting him that cynical Nat was about to reemerge.
“I’ve spent thousands of dollars in therapy for that answer. Must be true, right? I mean, all those psychiatrists can’t be wrong.”
“It wasn’t your fault.” He wished there was something he could say to make her believe him, but he was fighting a decade’s worth of guilt and recrimination. He grasped her shoulders, turned her until she faced him. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“Then when, Nat? When are you going to talk about it? When are you going to let this go and move on?”
“I’m moving on. I’ve been living and breathing and moving on for ten fucking years, Ewan. Ten years.”
He didn’t know what to say. What words he could offer that would comfort her, take away the agony he saw in her face, erase the erroneous belief that she was to blame.
“You’re right. You’ve moved on.” Rather than say more, he went with his gut, went with the instinct that said he knew what she needed more than words. He kissed her.
She fell into his embrace, clung to him like a child seeking solace during a storm. He felt her hands trembling as she reached up and wrapped them around his neck. She dove into the deep end and he pulled her out farther, gave her this moment, this time to wipe out the pain, to help her put the past away even if it was only for a little while.
He knew she never put it away for long.
84
Friday I’m in Love
Their kisses exploded like lightning flashing in the air around them as their tongues, their teeth fought a tug-of-war, a battle of give and take. She nipped his lower lip and he tasted the tangy, metallic flavor of his own blood. He reached up, gripped her hair, tugged at it in his attempts to hold her captive to his lips, his body.
She broke away, gasping for breath, but he dragged her back with a growl and they renewed the fight.
“Fuck me,” she muttered, her teeth latching onto his lip once more. “God, please fuck me. Make this go away.”
He gripped her hips, pulled her over his lap and her legs spread wide as he plunged into her depths. No hesitation, no preparation. Just straight, hard fucking. Her pussy was slick, hot, ready for him. As she straddled him, her knees tightened against his hips and she began riding his cock, pressing down on him with all the strength in her body. He bent forward, taking her breast into his mouth while his hands held her waist, lifting her, driving her back down.
The steam from the water surrounded them as it splashed over the sides of the Jacuzzi. They were stirring up a tidal wave—in and out of the tub. Drenching the floor.
Drowning his heart. He didn’t give a shit. He’d cleaned up the mess. Somehow. Right now, he wanted more from her. So much more.
He bit her tight nipple and she cried out.
“Harder!”
He didn’t know if she meant his cock or his teeth, so he delivered on both as she crash landed to earth with an orgasm that threatened to grind his cock to dust. He came with her, unable
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