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slowed to a stop and just stayed
buried inside her, still convulsing through the pulses. I didn’t
want to ever leave where I was. How could I?
    Time stilled and we breathed. The simplest
task of taking in oxygen was all consuming. I could feel her heart
pounding beneath my chest and the little spasms of pleasure being
drawn out to the last around my cock from the tight walls of her
quim. So fucking good .
    When I could bear to pull my mouth away from
her skin, I hovered over her face, searching her eyes for something
good. I was afraid for what I might see. The last time we’d been
like this together, very bad things happened in the next moments. She told you to get off her and walked out the door .
    “I do love you.” I whispered the words
barely audible just inches away from her face and watched her eyes
grow luminous and then wet. She started to cry.
    Not really the reaction I’d hoped for. I
pulled out of her body and felt the gush of wet between us. But
Brynne surprised me yet again. Instead of distancing herself, she
burrowed right up against my chest, held on to me and sobbed
quietly. She wept but wasn’t trying to get away from me. She was
seeking comfort. I realized I would never understand a woman’s
mind.
    “Tell me everything will be okay…even if it
won’t…” she said between sobs.
    “It will be, baby. I’ll make sure.” I wanted
a Djarum so bad I could taste it. Instead I held her against me and
stroked over her hair, twining my fingers through its silkiness
over and over again until she stopped crying.
    “Why?” she asked after a while.
    “Why what?” I kissed her forehead.
    “Why do you love me?” Her voice was low but
the question very clearly heard.
    “I can’t change how I feel or know why , Brynne. I just know you’re my girl and I’ve had to
follow my heart.” She still couldn’t tell me the same. I knew she
cared for me but I think she was more convinced that she was
undeserving of love more than anything. Either giving or
receiving.
    “I haven’t told you the rest of the story
yet, Ethan.”
    Bingo . “What are you afraid of?” She
stiffened in my arms. “Tell me what frightens you, baby.”
    “That you’ll stop.”
    “Stop loving you? No. I won’t.”
    “But when you know everything? I’m a mess,
Ethan.” She looked up at me with her eyes sparking different colors
again.
    “Hmmm.” I kissed the end of her nose. “I
know enough already and it changes nothing about how I feel. You
can’t be any worse than me. I command you to stop worrying. And
you’re right. You are a mess down here, and I made you that way.” I
snaked my hand down between her legs and slid my fingers all along
the center of her and felt what I’d put there. The caveman in me
loved the idea of all that cum I’d put inside her, but she probably
didn’t. “Take a bath with me and we can talk some more.”
    Her eyes widened from my touch but she
nodded her head and said, “That sounds nice.”
    I rolled off the bed and went in to start
the bath water. Her eyes tracked me, looking over my back. I knew
she was staring at the scars. I knew she’d ask me about them soon
too. And I would have to share my fucked up train wreck of a past.
I didn’t want to. The thought of bringing her into that cluster
fuck went against every instinct I possessed, but still, I wouldn’t
ever keep the truth from her again. That wasn’t an option with
Brynne and I’d learned my lesson.
    I poured in some bath bubbles and adjusted
the temperature. I looked up at the sight of her walking into the
bathroom. Naked and beautiful and coming toward me, she took my
breath away even if she’d gotten too slim. I found myself thinking
about another round of prehistoric shagging but forced it down so
the rational part of my brain could function. We really needed to
talk through some things and sex had a way of pushing to the front
of the queue and overshadowing everything else. The greedy
bastard .
    So I took her hand