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Authors: Aimee Nicole Walker
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returned to their normal rates.
“Next time I want to hear all those sexy things you say during sex,” he whispered hotly in my ear. Next time? As sure as I knew that the sun would rise in the east the next day, I knew that night in my office wouldn’t be the last time I surrendered my body to him.
“Next time, you’ll be the one making all the hungry sounds while I fuck you.”
Silence and then finally, “Okay.”
We didn’t say anything at all while we cleaned up in the tiny bathroom attached to my office or during spunk spill cleanup in aisle one afterwards. Jag simply handed me his phone and I immediately knew what he was asking without words. I programmed my contact info into his phone and saved it under the name of Bones and handed it back to him. I handed him my phone and watched as he saved his info on my phone too.
One soft, lingering kiss and he left me alone in my office to think about what just happened. It wasn’t the sex part that had me pondering, but the kiss he gave me before he left me. All the other kisses we shared were hungry kisses that were preludes to a hard fucking. That goodbye kiss was sweet and remained on my lips long after he left.
I sat down in my chair and I could still feel the heat of his body in the leather, smell his masculinity, and our combined spent releases in the air. I wondered, not for the first time, what I was doing with Jag and why it seemed like I couldn’t let go? Sure he was a mystery or a puzzle I wanted to solve, but there was more to it than that. This was more than dial-a-dick and I guessed that only time would tell me exactly what was happening between us.
A MONTH PASSED and I hadn’t heard from Bones, which left me feeling irritated and conflicted. My confliction came from the hurt and disappointment I felt growing stronger and stronger with each day that went by that I didn’t hear from him. I didn’t want our interactions to be important enough to hurt me, but it didn’t matter what I wanted. I still ended up feeling rejected. I was irritated that I had set up myself up for the disappointment by handing him my phone in the first place. I asked myself a hundred times in thirty days what I had been thinking that night. The answer came to me easily each time as I sat alone inside my house.
Miller made me forget. He took away the pain and numbness and made me feel. I wanted to hold onto that, but at the same time I was too afraid to try.
That night at the university marked the anniversary of the worst day in my life, the day that every hope I had for happiness exploded into so many pieces that there was no hope of piecing it back together. It was a night I usually got smashed in attempt to hide from the pain, but I would wake up the next morning and remember that my selfishness eight years ago cost me the life of someone I loved so much; someone who trusted me to keep him safe and I failed. I wanted to feel miserable and alone for the rest of my life, because I didn’t deserve any better.
Somewhere along the way I stopped wanting to be miserable and alone, but I didn’t know how. I had built so many barriers and blockades to keep everyone away that I wasn’t quite sure how to take them down. Did I slowly remove them one at a time or just kick them all down one right after the other? Handing my phone to Miller was my attempt at slowly removing the barriers, to tip my toes in the dark, murky waters to see what lurked beneath the surface. His non-response wasn’t awe inspiring, even though our goodbye kiss held so much promise. I made the first move last time and I needed him to make the next move.
In the meantime, I decided to get a cat to combat the loneliness. I had gotten acquainted with Chase and Gray’s cat, Oliver, the few times I had been over and found his purring to be comforting. I also loved his smartass personality, if you could say that about a cat. I even reached out an olive branch to Gray by way of asking him where he adopted
“Next time I want to hear all those sexy things you say during sex,” he whispered hotly in my ear. Next time? As sure as I knew that the sun would rise in the east the next day, I knew that night in my office wouldn’t be the last time I surrendered my body to him.
“Next time, you’ll be the one making all the hungry sounds while I fuck you.”
Silence and then finally, “Okay.”
We didn’t say anything at all while we cleaned up in the tiny bathroom attached to my office or during spunk spill cleanup in aisle one afterwards. Jag simply handed me his phone and I immediately knew what he was asking without words. I programmed my contact info into his phone and saved it under the name of Bones and handed it back to him. I handed him my phone and watched as he saved his info on my phone too.
One soft, lingering kiss and he left me alone in my office to think about what just happened. It wasn’t the sex part that had me pondering, but the kiss he gave me before he left me. All the other kisses we shared were hungry kisses that were preludes to a hard fucking. That goodbye kiss was sweet and remained on my lips long after he left.
I sat down in my chair and I could still feel the heat of his body in the leather, smell his masculinity, and our combined spent releases in the air. I wondered, not for the first time, what I was doing with Jag and why it seemed like I couldn’t let go? Sure he was a mystery or a puzzle I wanted to solve, but there was more to it than that. This was more than dial-a-dick and I guessed that only time would tell me exactly what was happening between us.
A MONTH PASSED and I hadn’t heard from Bones, which left me feeling irritated and conflicted. My confliction came from the hurt and disappointment I felt growing stronger and stronger with each day that went by that I didn’t hear from him. I didn’t want our interactions to be important enough to hurt me, but it didn’t matter what I wanted. I still ended up feeling rejected. I was irritated that I had set up myself up for the disappointment by handing him my phone in the first place. I asked myself a hundred times in thirty days what I had been thinking that night. The answer came to me easily each time as I sat alone inside my house.
Miller made me forget. He took away the pain and numbness and made me feel. I wanted to hold onto that, but at the same time I was too afraid to try.
That night at the university marked the anniversary of the worst day in my life, the day that every hope I had for happiness exploded into so many pieces that there was no hope of piecing it back together. It was a night I usually got smashed in attempt to hide from the pain, but I would wake up the next morning and remember that my selfishness eight years ago cost me the life of someone I loved so much; someone who trusted me to keep him safe and I failed. I wanted to feel miserable and alone for the rest of my life, because I didn’t deserve any better.
Somewhere along the way I stopped wanting to be miserable and alone, but I didn’t know how. I had built so many barriers and blockades to keep everyone away that I wasn’t quite sure how to take them down. Did I slowly remove them one at a time or just kick them all down one right after the other? Handing my phone to Miller was my attempt at slowly removing the barriers, to tip my toes in the dark, murky waters to see what lurked beneath the surface. His non-response wasn’t awe inspiring, even though our goodbye kiss held so much promise. I made the first move last time and I needed him to make the next move.
In the meantime, I decided to get a cat to combat the loneliness. I had gotten acquainted with Chase and Gray’s cat, Oliver, the few times I had been over and found his purring to be comforting. I also loved his smartass personality, if you could say that about a cat. I even reached out an olive branch to Gray by way of asking him where he adopted
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