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Authors: Ellen Callahan
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Apparently Jen had turned into a monster taskmaster and was having them spend every spare moment practicing. Between that and the two jobs I wasn’t surprised that Riley wasn’t coming around much.
I had finally gotten her alone the Sunday before. She was pretty wasted when I picked her up from work - not surprising for a bartender at the end of a shift, but still, I didn’t like it when she was that drunk. She was still fun, still sexy, still just Riley, but something about it didn’t sit right. It made me worried for her.
“Gonna make me sober up first?” she slurred when I shut us inside her room. She still hadn’t gotten any furniture for the place. This time I was determined that I would help her out once we both had a little more free time.
She was avoiding meeting my eye and not just because she wasn’t focusing on anything very well. Something was bothering her. Something was on the tip of her tongue. She just didn’t want to talk about it.
“Jen’s riding you guys pretty hard, I heard,” I said after I’d gotten her a glass of water from the kitchen.
“Yeah.” She stared down into it like it was a foreign substance. “She wants us to be perfect.” She took a long swallow. “I’m really tired, though.”
“I know, baby,” I said, shooting her a sly grin. “Want me to help you sleep?”
She wrinkled her nose. “You don’t like to do me when I’m drunk.”
“No, but I can make you come anyway. Lie down.”
She giggled as we stretched out on her bed and she draped her limbs over me. I found her already wet and warm when I reached between her legs and pushed her panties aside. At least that much hadn’t changed - she was still hot for me. I teased her with a light touch until she was rocking against me and breathing my name. Then I plunged two fingers inside her and let her ride them to her climax, thumbing her clit all the while to push her over the edge. Her scent, her gasps, the very heat of her had me as hard as iron but I rolled onto my back and forced myself to calm the hell down while she slid into sleep at my side.
The sun was up and nearly blinding me through her windows when I woke hours later. She planted her lips on my neck when I stirred. “Morning,” she said, hiding her face, “Sorry I was so out of it.”
“Mmm,” I said as she kissed her way along my jaw. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she said, swinging a leg over my waist. “Hot.”
I raised an eyebrow and gripped the hem of the little sleeveless shirt she was wearing. “Hot? Why not take this off, then?”
I wanted to make love to her slowly that morning but it just wasn’t possible. Not when I’d been left hanging the night before; not when it had been so many days since I’d gotten her alone at all. Things will get better soon, once the competition’s over, once my fight with Tony is finished. I told myself that, though I wasn’t entirely convinced.
We came together with limbs thrashing and the poor futon threatening to snap apart. I waited for her to crack a joke or giggle about something like she normally did, but she was unusually silent.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Just worried.”
“How come?”
“Your fight coming up.” She sighed. “I thought it was fun, before. Even kinda hot. You know?”
“Yeah?”
“But now, I dunno. I’m worried.”
I wanted to go back in time and punch my own stupid face. “Because of what you saw with my brother?”
“Yeah. You kinda lost it, Mal.”
“I know.” I couldn’t apologize again. It wouldn’t change anything or make her feel any better or safer with me.
She shook her head. “I’m overreacting,” she said. “It’s just…there was a lot of fighting in my family. My father and my mom’s brother, mostly.” I brushed her hair away from her face and waited for her to continue, feeling like an even bigger
I had finally gotten her alone the Sunday before. She was pretty wasted when I picked her up from work - not surprising for a bartender at the end of a shift, but still, I didn’t like it when she was that drunk. She was still fun, still sexy, still just Riley, but something about it didn’t sit right. It made me worried for her.
“Gonna make me sober up first?” she slurred when I shut us inside her room. She still hadn’t gotten any furniture for the place. This time I was determined that I would help her out once we both had a little more free time.
She was avoiding meeting my eye and not just because she wasn’t focusing on anything very well. Something was bothering her. Something was on the tip of her tongue. She just didn’t want to talk about it.
“Jen’s riding you guys pretty hard, I heard,” I said after I’d gotten her a glass of water from the kitchen.
“Yeah.” She stared down into it like it was a foreign substance. “She wants us to be perfect.” She took a long swallow. “I’m really tired, though.”
“I know, baby,” I said, shooting her a sly grin. “Want me to help you sleep?”
She wrinkled her nose. “You don’t like to do me when I’m drunk.”
“No, but I can make you come anyway. Lie down.”
She giggled as we stretched out on her bed and she draped her limbs over me. I found her already wet and warm when I reached between her legs and pushed her panties aside. At least that much hadn’t changed - she was still hot for me. I teased her with a light touch until she was rocking against me and breathing my name. Then I plunged two fingers inside her and let her ride them to her climax, thumbing her clit all the while to push her over the edge. Her scent, her gasps, the very heat of her had me as hard as iron but I rolled onto my back and forced myself to calm the hell down while she slid into sleep at my side.
The sun was up and nearly blinding me through her windows when I woke hours later. She planted her lips on my neck when I stirred. “Morning,” she said, hiding her face, “Sorry I was so out of it.”
“Mmm,” I said as she kissed her way along my jaw. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she said, swinging a leg over my waist. “Hot.”
I raised an eyebrow and gripped the hem of the little sleeveless shirt she was wearing. “Hot? Why not take this off, then?”
I wanted to make love to her slowly that morning but it just wasn’t possible. Not when I’d been left hanging the night before; not when it had been so many days since I’d gotten her alone at all. Things will get better soon, once the competition’s over, once my fight with Tony is finished. I told myself that, though I wasn’t entirely convinced.
We came together with limbs thrashing and the poor futon threatening to snap apart. I waited for her to crack a joke or giggle about something like she normally did, but she was unusually silent.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Just worried.”
“How come?”
“Your fight coming up.” She sighed. “I thought it was fun, before. Even kinda hot. You know?”
“Yeah?”
“But now, I dunno. I’m worried.”
I wanted to go back in time and punch my own stupid face. “Because of what you saw with my brother?”
“Yeah. You kinda lost it, Mal.”
“I know.” I couldn’t apologize again. It wouldn’t change anything or make her feel any better or safer with me.
She shook her head. “I’m overreacting,” she said. “It’s just…there was a lot of fighting in my family. My father and my mom’s brother, mostly.” I brushed her hair away from her face and waited for her to continue, feeling like an even bigger
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