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have a picnic. It was
simple, but she was always so busy working, so I loved having her all to myself
that day. She would make me my favorite kind of cake - fudge marble - and
always made her famous lasagna for dinner.”
My eyes filled with tears as I spoke
of my mom. I thought about her all the time, but I hadn’t really talked about
her to anyone in a long time.
“She sounds amazing. Where is she
now?” he brushed a tear from my cheek.
“She died six years ago when I was
19,” I said, looking down at his chest.
“Aww babe,” he said, drawing me
tight against him. “I’m so sorry.”
I nodded, too choked up with emotion
to say anything. He dragged me onto his chest, settling his hands on the curve
of my ass. “Are you ok?” He kissed my forehead.
“I miss her every minute of every
day,” I whispered before resting my head on his chest.
“I know.”
We didn’t speak anymore and my
eyelids started to feel heavy. His fingers stroking my back gently felt
soothing and I felt myself drifting off to sleep, caught in that space between
reality and my dreams. Maybe I really was dreaming and I would wake up and find
myself back in New York.
Chapter
10 – Clint
It wasn’t long before I heard her
shallow breathing as she slept. I watched her for a while, her face so
peaceful. I traced the bruise on her cheek with my fingertips, feeling the rage
boil inside of me at whoever did this to her. If I ever got my hands on them…
I wanted to ask her about it; I
wanted to find out what she was running from and who thought it was ok to hurt
her. She’d been so open about her mother; I didn’t want to push her by asking
more questions. I didn’t want to risk her closing up and possibly never letting
me in.
My heart ached when I thought about
her losing her mother at such a young age. I’d lost my dad not much later than
she’d lost her mom, so I understood the pain she felt. There wasn’t a damn day
I didn’t miss Dad.
He would have liked Rachel. When I
used to go out to check on the longhorns with him and it was the two of us, he
would tell me stories about him and Ma, especially as I got older. When Hope
had left me, he told me one day I would eventually find ‘the one’. He teased Ma
all the time when she said she knew the moment she saw him that she was going
to marry him, but he confessed to me he’d felt the same. He said when I saw
her, I would know. I’d rolled my eyes at him, the pain of my break up too fresh
to believe I’d ever find love again, but after meeting Rachel, I was beginning
to wonder if he wasn’t right.
I ran my fingers through her hair,
my heart full of emotions. It was crazy; I’d laid eyes on this woman a little
over twenty-four hours ago, but I had to admit I was starting to get feelings
for her. I couldn’t tell her that yet though, or she would think I was crazy.
I looked over at the clock and
fought back a groan; it was two in the morning already. My alarm would be going
off in about two and a half hours. It was going to be a long day - for a lot of
reasons. I was going to be tired as hell but all I would be thinking about was
Rachel and how amazing tonight had been.
There was no way I was going to fall
asleep with her on top of me, so I gently turned to my side, holding her tight
so she moved with me. I managed to maneuver us so we were on our sides and I
was spooning behind her. She sighed and wiggled back against me, making my cock
stir. What if I slid inside her and she woke up with my cock buried deep?
I reached up and cupped a breast in
my hand. I was fully erect now and there was no way I was going to sleep. I
teased her nipple with my thumb and she gasped but never woke up. I nudged a
knee between her legs, spreading them slightly. How was I going to get a condom
without waking her?
“Fuck me, Clint,” she mumbled. She
turned her head with a lazy smile.
She didn’t
simple, but she was always so busy working, so I loved having her all to myself
that day. She would make me my favorite kind of cake - fudge marble - and
always made her famous lasagna for dinner.”
My eyes filled with tears as I spoke
of my mom. I thought about her all the time, but I hadn’t really talked about
her to anyone in a long time.
“She sounds amazing. Where is she
now?” he brushed a tear from my cheek.
“She died six years ago when I was
19,” I said, looking down at his chest.
“Aww babe,” he said, drawing me
tight against him. “I’m so sorry.”
I nodded, too choked up with emotion
to say anything. He dragged me onto his chest, settling his hands on the curve
of my ass. “Are you ok?” He kissed my forehead.
“I miss her every minute of every
day,” I whispered before resting my head on his chest.
“I know.”
We didn’t speak anymore and my
eyelids started to feel heavy. His fingers stroking my back gently felt
soothing and I felt myself drifting off to sleep, caught in that space between
reality and my dreams. Maybe I really was dreaming and I would wake up and find
myself back in New York.
Chapter
10 – Clint
It wasn’t long before I heard her
shallow breathing as she slept. I watched her for a while, her face so
peaceful. I traced the bruise on her cheek with my fingertips, feeling the rage
boil inside of me at whoever did this to her. If I ever got my hands on them…
I wanted to ask her about it; I
wanted to find out what she was running from and who thought it was ok to hurt
her. She’d been so open about her mother; I didn’t want to push her by asking
more questions. I didn’t want to risk her closing up and possibly never letting
me in.
My heart ached when I thought about
her losing her mother at such a young age. I’d lost my dad not much later than
she’d lost her mom, so I understood the pain she felt. There wasn’t a damn day
I didn’t miss Dad.
He would have liked Rachel. When I
used to go out to check on the longhorns with him and it was the two of us, he
would tell me stories about him and Ma, especially as I got older. When Hope
had left me, he told me one day I would eventually find ‘the one’. He teased Ma
all the time when she said she knew the moment she saw him that she was going
to marry him, but he confessed to me he’d felt the same. He said when I saw
her, I would know. I’d rolled my eyes at him, the pain of my break up too fresh
to believe I’d ever find love again, but after meeting Rachel, I was beginning
to wonder if he wasn’t right.
I ran my fingers through her hair,
my heart full of emotions. It was crazy; I’d laid eyes on this woman a little
over twenty-four hours ago, but I had to admit I was starting to get feelings
for her. I couldn’t tell her that yet though, or she would think I was crazy.
I looked over at the clock and
fought back a groan; it was two in the morning already. My alarm would be going
off in about two and a half hours. It was going to be a long day - for a lot of
reasons. I was going to be tired as hell but all I would be thinking about was
Rachel and how amazing tonight had been.
There was no way I was going to fall
asleep with her on top of me, so I gently turned to my side, holding her tight
so she moved with me. I managed to maneuver us so we were on our sides and I
was spooning behind her. She sighed and wiggled back against me, making my cock
stir. What if I slid inside her and she woke up with my cock buried deep?
I reached up and cupped a breast in
my hand. I was fully erect now and there was no way I was going to sleep. I
teased her nipple with my thumb and she gasped but never woke up. I nudged a
knee between her legs, spreading them slightly. How was I going to get a condom
without waking her?
“Fuck me, Clint,” she mumbled. She
turned her head with a lazy smile.
She didn’t
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