Read Online The Space Between by Nikki Mathis Thompson - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Nikki Mathis Thompson
Ads: Link
other was offering.
The dance begins. Kisses, then hands. On her breast, and then her thighs. Clothes peeled. Knees fall to the side, Nate finding his place between them. The warmth of him inside her and the sweet friction it created. No words, just breath and sighs.
She grabbed the tight muscle of his backside and pressed her legs into his ribs. It was close—her end and his. Before she could finish he uttered a mumbled apology as he emptied inside her.
Sometimes she came with a scream, sometimes a whimper…sometimes not all.
“Sorry, baby. I just couldn’t hold back. Must be tired.”
“S’kay.”
What else could she say? You owe me one—get down there and finish me off…He probably would have if she asked, but the droop of his eyes reflected exhaustion. He’d make it up to her this weekend. Or at least when he got back. If he wasn’t too tired from his trip.
Then the walk to the bathroom, where they both cleaned up and brushed their teeth. Silent, but content.
Well, at least one of them was.
“Good night, baby.” He clicked off the light and rolled toward the wall.
“Night.”
She was staring at the ceiling as his soft snores filled the room.
When sleep did take her, she dreamed. People she knew, past and present, and some she’d never seen before. Images flashing. A feeling of frustration. She couldn’t get to class. She had to be there in five minutes, the enormous clock ticking loudly near the ceiling. She kept taking wrong turns, pulling knobs that wouldn’t budge. She finally made it, only to discover she didn’t have her books. She turned to the student beside her. It was Brady, her high school love. He was smiling, a weird close-mouthed smile. She kept asking him if he’d seen her backpack, but he said nothing. She started to yell, but he just smiled and nodded. She slapped his face in frustration, demanding he answer her.
The lights went out and everyone disappeared. She was alone and frightened as frost started to spread across the walls and ceiling. Her breath came out like smoke, her teeth began to chatter. Without moving she was in the hallway. It too, was dark and empty. The walls glistened with ice and the clock that tormented her had stopped. Two large wooden doors loomed in the distance. Her feet didn’t move, yet she found herself suddenly outside. Her skin was pale as snow under the lone street light. Looking down at her body, she realized she had nothing on except for tiny cotton shorts with small koalas on them. It bothered her that she was almost naked. She knew she must be freezing, but not because she felt it. She knew because of the goose bumps and blue tinge of her fingers.
She dropped to her knees and cried. A dark wool blanket was draped over her shoulders and she had the thought that she’d been saved. She wasn’t alone and she wasn’t going to freeze to death. She turned to thank her savior, then stifled a scream. As if looking in a mirror, the blanket bearer had her face.
Georgia woke up with a start. The red glare of her clock told her she’d only been asleep for twenty minutes. She groaned and rolled to her side, frustrated that she was wide awake. Sometimes she really hated dreams.
~Chapter Eight~
The power line towers’ skeletal frames lined each side of the road. The grass, tall and yellow, waved in a strong wind. A gust caught Georgia’s long ponytail and it fluttered out the window—the weather was too divine to keep the windows rolled up. But as nice as the weather was, there was something about this time of year that made her antsy. The coming of spring made the blood hum with anticipation. Of what, she couldn’t say. Something in the air, maybe. She went with it, riding the natural high down the two lane highway that seemed to go on into infinity.
“Why Georgia” was playing on the radio. One hand was on the door, warmed by the sun, and the other tapping the slow beat on her steering wheel. Destination, the
The dance begins. Kisses, then hands. On her breast, and then her thighs. Clothes peeled. Knees fall to the side, Nate finding his place between them. The warmth of him inside her and the sweet friction it created. No words, just breath and sighs.
She grabbed the tight muscle of his backside and pressed her legs into his ribs. It was close—her end and his. Before she could finish he uttered a mumbled apology as he emptied inside her.
Sometimes she came with a scream, sometimes a whimper…sometimes not all.
“Sorry, baby. I just couldn’t hold back. Must be tired.”
“S’kay.”
What else could she say? You owe me one—get down there and finish me off…He probably would have if she asked, but the droop of his eyes reflected exhaustion. He’d make it up to her this weekend. Or at least when he got back. If he wasn’t too tired from his trip.
Then the walk to the bathroom, where they both cleaned up and brushed their teeth. Silent, but content.
Well, at least one of them was.
“Good night, baby.” He clicked off the light and rolled toward the wall.
“Night.”
She was staring at the ceiling as his soft snores filled the room.
When sleep did take her, she dreamed. People she knew, past and present, and some she’d never seen before. Images flashing. A feeling of frustration. She couldn’t get to class. She had to be there in five minutes, the enormous clock ticking loudly near the ceiling. She kept taking wrong turns, pulling knobs that wouldn’t budge. She finally made it, only to discover she didn’t have her books. She turned to the student beside her. It was Brady, her high school love. He was smiling, a weird close-mouthed smile. She kept asking him if he’d seen her backpack, but he said nothing. She started to yell, but he just smiled and nodded. She slapped his face in frustration, demanding he answer her.
The lights went out and everyone disappeared. She was alone and frightened as frost started to spread across the walls and ceiling. Her breath came out like smoke, her teeth began to chatter. Without moving she was in the hallway. It too, was dark and empty. The walls glistened with ice and the clock that tormented her had stopped. Two large wooden doors loomed in the distance. Her feet didn’t move, yet she found herself suddenly outside. Her skin was pale as snow under the lone street light. Looking down at her body, she realized she had nothing on except for tiny cotton shorts with small koalas on them. It bothered her that she was almost naked. She knew she must be freezing, but not because she felt it. She knew because of the goose bumps and blue tinge of her fingers.
She dropped to her knees and cried. A dark wool blanket was draped over her shoulders and she had the thought that she’d been saved. She wasn’t alone and she wasn’t going to freeze to death. She turned to thank her savior, then stifled a scream. As if looking in a mirror, the blanket bearer had her face.
Georgia woke up with a start. The red glare of her clock told her she’d only been asleep for twenty minutes. She groaned and rolled to her side, frustrated that she was wide awake. Sometimes she really hated dreams.
~Chapter Eight~
The power line towers’ skeletal frames lined each side of the road. The grass, tall and yellow, waved in a strong wind. A gust caught Georgia’s long ponytail and it fluttered out the window—the weather was too divine to keep the windows rolled up. But as nice as the weather was, there was something about this time of year that made her antsy. The coming of spring made the blood hum with anticipation. Of what, she couldn’t say. Something in the air, maybe. She went with it, riding the natural high down the two lane highway that seemed to go on into infinity.
“Why Georgia” was playing on the radio. One hand was on the door, warmed by the sun, and the other tapping the slow beat on her steering wheel. Destination, the
Similar Books
