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her sharp intake of breath. For several seconds, we do nothing but stare at each other. Her blue eyes are like looking up into a bright, cloudless sky. I watch in fascination, as her pupils slowly dilate and fill with desire. Her pink tongue darts out and wets her lips. Without my consent, my body starts leaning towards her. She’s pulling me into her, like a moth being drawn to a flame. Just as I’m about to cover her mouth with my own, Grace and Candace start arguing, effectively breaking the moment. Kara pulls away quickly, stating rather weakly that she needs to make a call before leaving the room.
Shit. What the hell was I about to do? I can still feel the breath from her mouth on mine, and her damn blue eyes are burned in my brain. This is not good whatsoever. Haven’t I learned anything from all the shit that’s happened this last year? Keep your tongue in your mouth and your dick in your pants. I just need to keep reminding myself of that.
***
“Right there! Yes! Just like that!” Brooke shouts out in between moans.
I slam into her again and grind my hips slowly. Her head flies back, and her orgasm crashes in on her. I continue to move inside her, taking my time, building it. Brooke wraps her legs tightly around me, her whole body tightening through her climax. Minutes after she’s come down from her high, she starts squeezing her cunt muscles rhythmically, pulling my orgasm from me.
I roll off her to take care of the condom, pull on a pair of boxers and return to bed. Brooke reaches over and turns off the lamp, tucking into my side before falling asleep.
It’s Sunday night, and we’re back from Emma’s house. The rest of the weekend I tried to stay away from Kara and all the mixed emotions she’s creating in me. My life is complicated enough without all that shit. The only other person who has ever made me feel the way Kara has, is Sam. Maybe I have those feelings for her because I know I can’t have Sam, so I’m looking for her in someone else. Or maybe it is just Kara’s unique and exquisite way that gets to me. Either way, I won’t allow myself to get caught up in that drama.
Surprisingly enough, Emma and Brooke seemed to make peace on their shopping trip. I don’t see them braiding each other’s hair anytime soon, but hopefully this is the beginning of some level of friendship. The only thing Emma said to me about it was, “She’s trying Jacob. That’s all you can ask of her.” Her about face confused me and excited me at the same time.
Brooke’s demeanor with the girls was better too. Instead of looking put out by them, she listened to them and even smiled a few times. The girls didn’t seem as tense around her either. Definite progress.
We all went out to dinner at Emma’s favorite Italian restaurant on Saturday night. The whole evening was light and jovial. Brooke didn’t sneer at anybody. She didn’t make any rude comments, and she was friendly to Kara again. A few times I looked over to find her laughing or giving me a tender look. More progress.
Kara was quiet though. She looked a little uncomfortable, and I felt bad for the position I put her in earlier. She probably thinks I’m a sleazeball for almost kissing her, especially since I’m engaged to and living with one of her good friends. I need to make sure I don’t send her anymore mixed signals. She’s a great catch, but she is someone else’s catch.
As I lie in my bed, deep in thought and Brooke tucked into my side, I scrub my hands down my face and release a big yawn. I’m exhausted and have a long day at work tomorrow. I’m just going to forget about what happened this weekend with Kara, try not to obsess about missing Sam and focus on taking care of Brooke. That’s my only option at this point. Brooke needs me and for once I’m going to do right by her.
Chapter Five
Bliss. That is exactly what the last two weeks have been. I’m considering calling Emma my own personal, miracle
Shit. What the hell was I about to do? I can still feel the breath from her mouth on mine, and her damn blue eyes are burned in my brain. This is not good whatsoever. Haven’t I learned anything from all the shit that’s happened this last year? Keep your tongue in your mouth and your dick in your pants. I just need to keep reminding myself of that.
***
“Right there! Yes! Just like that!” Brooke shouts out in between moans.
I slam into her again and grind my hips slowly. Her head flies back, and her orgasm crashes in on her. I continue to move inside her, taking my time, building it. Brooke wraps her legs tightly around me, her whole body tightening through her climax. Minutes after she’s come down from her high, she starts squeezing her cunt muscles rhythmically, pulling my orgasm from me.
I roll off her to take care of the condom, pull on a pair of boxers and return to bed. Brooke reaches over and turns off the lamp, tucking into my side before falling asleep.
It’s Sunday night, and we’re back from Emma’s house. The rest of the weekend I tried to stay away from Kara and all the mixed emotions she’s creating in me. My life is complicated enough without all that shit. The only other person who has ever made me feel the way Kara has, is Sam. Maybe I have those feelings for her because I know I can’t have Sam, so I’m looking for her in someone else. Or maybe it is just Kara’s unique and exquisite way that gets to me. Either way, I won’t allow myself to get caught up in that drama.
Surprisingly enough, Emma and Brooke seemed to make peace on their shopping trip. I don’t see them braiding each other’s hair anytime soon, but hopefully this is the beginning of some level of friendship. The only thing Emma said to me about it was, “She’s trying Jacob. That’s all you can ask of her.” Her about face confused me and excited me at the same time.
Brooke’s demeanor with the girls was better too. Instead of looking put out by them, she listened to them and even smiled a few times. The girls didn’t seem as tense around her either. Definite progress.
We all went out to dinner at Emma’s favorite Italian restaurant on Saturday night. The whole evening was light and jovial. Brooke didn’t sneer at anybody. She didn’t make any rude comments, and she was friendly to Kara again. A few times I looked over to find her laughing or giving me a tender look. More progress.
Kara was quiet though. She looked a little uncomfortable, and I felt bad for the position I put her in earlier. She probably thinks I’m a sleazeball for almost kissing her, especially since I’m engaged to and living with one of her good friends. I need to make sure I don’t send her anymore mixed signals. She’s a great catch, but she is someone else’s catch.
As I lie in my bed, deep in thought and Brooke tucked into my side, I scrub my hands down my face and release a big yawn. I’m exhausted and have a long day at work tomorrow. I’m just going to forget about what happened this weekend with Kara, try not to obsess about missing Sam and focus on taking care of Brooke. That’s my only option at this point. Brooke needs me and for once I’m going to do right by her.
Chapter Five
Bliss. That is exactly what the last two weeks have been. I’m considering calling Emma my own personal, miracle
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