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and your job. I have never loved
woman the way that I love you. Don’t give me your self-pity bullshit. I know
what you went through was scary. I know that. But I have fucking killed myself
and made more deals with the devil since the day I first fell for you, all to
keep you safe. You don’t get to play that card.”
His hands are on either side of my
face, he isn’t letting me look away “I know that my baby is inside of you right
now, I know that things are going to get a hell of a lot worse before they get
better, but I am telling you Olivia, I love you. I love you so much it fucking
hurts. You are my whole life. You don’t even know how much it hurt me to not be
able to take care of you. It killed me.”
The pad of his thumb gently rubs
the tears away that are falling down my cheek.
“I love you too.” I whisper. “So
much Dean.”
His lips are forceful against mine.
So many feelings are being passed between us. His kiss is hard and needy, mine
is regretful.
He reaches down and pulls my shirt
quickly over my head. He nudges me up so that he can remove my jean shorts.
There is nothing slow or gentle
about what happens next, Dean removes himself from his shorts and plunges into
me so hard and fast, my first cry is a blissful mixture of pain and pleasure.
He’s groaning all sorts of things
but I can’t quite make any of them out. He has me held so close to him. Like he
is afraid to let me go. His thrusts are continuous and at the same speed.
He is saying my name. He’s saying
how sorry he is, how much he loves me.
I tell him I love him too.
Scratching my nails against his back as he picks up the pace. I know that he is
close. I can feel his desperation to try and make this last longer.
“It’s okay.” I whisper in his ear.
This sends him over the edge, I am
not far behind. He’s still holding me so tightly. He doesn’t let go for several
moments. “I love you so much.”
We move to the bedroom, and we
don’t leave until much later in the evening, when Dean announces that we need
to eat.
He was in a really good mood for
the entire day. He didn’t want to let me go, unless I was going to the bathroom
he was with me. His desperation to constantly touch me was evident. I thought
it was sweet.
“No matter what happens. No matter
what anyone ever tells you, I want you to know that I love you. That I will
always love you. Promise me you will always remember that.”
I promised him.
Of course I didn’t realize what
this promise met. He was leaving me.
Chapter 17
There is a banging at the door the
next morning. I moan slightly at being woken up too quickly, I rub my hand
along the other side of the bed, feeling for Dean but he isn’t there. I sit up,
pulling the sheet around me as I do. His spot is cold. He hasn’t been here for
a while.
The banging sound continues. I get
up, throw on my T-shirt and shorts and I walk out into the living room.
It’s clean. It wasn’t clean when we
went to bed last night. Dean and I had sex on pretty much every solid surface
of this suite last night. Lamps were pulled down, pillows tossed in random
areas. It was a disaster.
He must have woken up and cleaned
it last night. I walk to the bathroom to see if he is in the shower. The door
is open and the light is off.
I call out: “Dean?”
No answer. Odd.
The knocking starts up again. This
time it isn’t as loud as it was before. Whoever is on the other side, must have
heard me call out to Dean. Then I consider maybe its Dean. Maybe he stepped out
and forgot his key.
I walk to the peephole and look
through. It’s not Dean, its Adam.
I look around the room behind me. Something
feels off.
I open the door. Adam is smiling
“Hey.”
I move to the side so that he can
come through. He’s wearing a suit. I see his name tag on the pocket of his suit
jacket.
He’s carrying a bakery box “I
bought donuts. I figured you might be hungry.”
“Thanks.” I say. He sits
woman the way that I love you. Don’t give me your self-pity bullshit. I know
what you went through was scary. I know that. But I have fucking killed myself
and made more deals with the devil since the day I first fell for you, all to
keep you safe. You don’t get to play that card.”
His hands are on either side of my
face, he isn’t letting me look away “I know that my baby is inside of you right
now, I know that things are going to get a hell of a lot worse before they get
better, but I am telling you Olivia, I love you. I love you so much it fucking
hurts. You are my whole life. You don’t even know how much it hurt me to not be
able to take care of you. It killed me.”
The pad of his thumb gently rubs
the tears away that are falling down my cheek.
“I love you too.” I whisper. “So
much Dean.”
His lips are forceful against mine.
So many feelings are being passed between us. His kiss is hard and needy, mine
is regretful.
He reaches down and pulls my shirt
quickly over my head. He nudges me up so that he can remove my jean shorts.
There is nothing slow or gentle
about what happens next, Dean removes himself from his shorts and plunges into
me so hard and fast, my first cry is a blissful mixture of pain and pleasure.
He’s groaning all sorts of things
but I can’t quite make any of them out. He has me held so close to him. Like he
is afraid to let me go. His thrusts are continuous and at the same speed.
He is saying my name. He’s saying
how sorry he is, how much he loves me.
I tell him I love him too.
Scratching my nails against his back as he picks up the pace. I know that he is
close. I can feel his desperation to try and make this last longer.
“It’s okay.” I whisper in his ear.
This sends him over the edge, I am
not far behind. He’s still holding me so tightly. He doesn’t let go for several
moments. “I love you so much.”
We move to the bedroom, and we
don’t leave until much later in the evening, when Dean announces that we need
to eat.
He was in a really good mood for
the entire day. He didn’t want to let me go, unless I was going to the bathroom
he was with me. His desperation to constantly touch me was evident. I thought
it was sweet.
“No matter what happens. No matter
what anyone ever tells you, I want you to know that I love you. That I will
always love you. Promise me you will always remember that.”
I promised him.
Of course I didn’t realize what
this promise met. He was leaving me.
Chapter 17
There is a banging at the door the
next morning. I moan slightly at being woken up too quickly, I rub my hand
along the other side of the bed, feeling for Dean but he isn’t there. I sit up,
pulling the sheet around me as I do. His spot is cold. He hasn’t been here for
a while.
The banging sound continues. I get
up, throw on my T-shirt and shorts and I walk out into the living room.
It’s clean. It wasn’t clean when we
went to bed last night. Dean and I had sex on pretty much every solid surface
of this suite last night. Lamps were pulled down, pillows tossed in random
areas. It was a disaster.
He must have woken up and cleaned
it last night. I walk to the bathroom to see if he is in the shower. The door
is open and the light is off.
I call out: “Dean?”
No answer. Odd.
The knocking starts up again. This
time it isn’t as loud as it was before. Whoever is on the other side, must have
heard me call out to Dean. Then I consider maybe its Dean. Maybe he stepped out
and forgot his key.
I walk to the peephole and look
through. It’s not Dean, its Adam.
I look around the room behind me. Something
feels off.
I open the door. Adam is smiling
“Hey.”
I move to the side so that he can
come through. He’s wearing a suit. I see his name tag on the pocket of his suit
jacket.
He’s carrying a bakery box “I
bought donuts. I figured you might be hungry.”
“Thanks.” I say. He sits
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