Not Looking for Love: Episode 7 (A New Adult Contemporary Romance Novel) Read Online Free
Author: Lena Bourne
before, and it's sure as fuck not possible now."
"I know, Scott, I know," I say, as calmly as I can over the heartbeat hammering in my throat. "But maybe it would work. Maybe he just wants to have you as a brother for real. Maybe he was sincere in wanting your help while he was locked up."
"You're right," he says, and throws off the sheet, sitting on the edge of the bed. I'm positive he doesn't actually mean it, and he proves me right a second later. "You're no psychologist."
He looks back at me over his shoulder, and I know exactly how I must look, my eyes wide, my mouth open, my lips twitching, unable to find anything to say.
His eyes soften into the softest, calmest dawn. "I'm sorry, Gail. But I've been snapping at Mike for so long, he'll never buy it if I stop now. It'll just make him suspicious."
"Is there another way?" I ask, finally finding my voice again.
"There might be," he says and stands. But it's a no, a hard definite no.
"Don't go yet," I plead, getting up too so that our faces are almost touching.
"I'll be back tonight," he says, picking up his clothes off the floor. Then he straightens up, gazing at me. "Look, I want to stay, I really do. But it's day out, and I should be where I'm supposed to be."
"This is where you're supposed to be," I say. And I know he agrees with me, because I've never felt this beautiful, this perfect in all my life.
"I'll come with you then," I suggest, smiling. "I can just hide in your closet or something."
"It's not funny, Gail," he says, but he's still looking at me like the only thing he wants is to hold me, kiss me, make love to me.
I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, because that's how it works between us. I make the first move. He makes it last.
He's embracing me now, the pants he's still holding brushing the back of my thighs.
"Why do you have to be so rational and down to earth all of a sudden?" he asks, and I feel not a pang of anger.
"Because that's who I am. Steady, smart Gail who very rarely does anything she's not supposed to," I offer. "And you're caring and compassionate, and you know right from wrong even when you stray. You also always know exactly what to do and say, I know that too."
He smiles at me, the tension around his eyes finally gone. "I used to think so, now I'm not so sure. Everything I touch just breaks lately."
"You fixed me," I say, and it might sound clunky, but it's the absolute truth. "You did that, and I know we'll work this out too."
A shadow so dark and cold passes over his eyes, I actually shiver. "And if I don't, you could die."
It's a cold, brutal truth, the kind he never wants to avoid, and I know that, but it still cuts worse than any knife.
I kiss him, long and hard, willing all else to disappear in the touch of his lips, the taste of him and our love, which I will share for as long as I can.
The kiss lasts and last, becomes other things, soft caresses, harder grabs, licks and nips, until his weight is pinning me down, his cock thrusting into me so deeply, I know we're actually one person. All the tension, the sadness, doubt and anger are burned away in the pool of heat rising deep in my core, until it's like we're not even in this room anymore, that we're on some other plane of existence, where all is precisely as it should be.
The sun rising outside is blinding me, but it's nothing compared to the red hot heat of our love, which is coursing in my blood now, hitting me in every jagged breath he takes, every moan and grunt, every hard thrust.
I let myself go, float out of this world into the one where we're always together, and always will be. Let the heat build until I can't contain it. Shuddering, whimpering, screaming, I let it all go. Because I have seen all that can be, and I know we will get there. My orgasm is blinding when it finally comes, takes away all my awareness, until I am just the heat, with no mind, no thoughts, no body to ground me.
I tell the cab driver to drop me off about
"I know, Scott, I know," I say, as calmly as I can over the heartbeat hammering in my throat. "But maybe it would work. Maybe he just wants to have you as a brother for real. Maybe he was sincere in wanting your help while he was locked up."
"You're right," he says, and throws off the sheet, sitting on the edge of the bed. I'm positive he doesn't actually mean it, and he proves me right a second later. "You're no psychologist."
He looks back at me over his shoulder, and I know exactly how I must look, my eyes wide, my mouth open, my lips twitching, unable to find anything to say.
His eyes soften into the softest, calmest dawn. "I'm sorry, Gail. But I've been snapping at Mike for so long, he'll never buy it if I stop now. It'll just make him suspicious."
"Is there another way?" I ask, finally finding my voice again.
"There might be," he says and stands. But it's a no, a hard definite no.
"Don't go yet," I plead, getting up too so that our faces are almost touching.
"I'll be back tonight," he says, picking up his clothes off the floor. Then he straightens up, gazing at me. "Look, I want to stay, I really do. But it's day out, and I should be where I'm supposed to be."
"This is where you're supposed to be," I say. And I know he agrees with me, because I've never felt this beautiful, this perfect in all my life.
"I'll come with you then," I suggest, smiling. "I can just hide in your closet or something."
"It's not funny, Gail," he says, but he's still looking at me like the only thing he wants is to hold me, kiss me, make love to me.
I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, because that's how it works between us. I make the first move. He makes it last.
He's embracing me now, the pants he's still holding brushing the back of my thighs.
"Why do you have to be so rational and down to earth all of a sudden?" he asks, and I feel not a pang of anger.
"Because that's who I am. Steady, smart Gail who very rarely does anything she's not supposed to," I offer. "And you're caring and compassionate, and you know right from wrong even when you stray. You also always know exactly what to do and say, I know that too."
He smiles at me, the tension around his eyes finally gone. "I used to think so, now I'm not so sure. Everything I touch just breaks lately."
"You fixed me," I say, and it might sound clunky, but it's the absolute truth. "You did that, and I know we'll work this out too."
A shadow so dark and cold passes over his eyes, I actually shiver. "And if I don't, you could die."
It's a cold, brutal truth, the kind he never wants to avoid, and I know that, but it still cuts worse than any knife.
I kiss him, long and hard, willing all else to disappear in the touch of his lips, the taste of him and our love, which I will share for as long as I can.
The kiss lasts and last, becomes other things, soft caresses, harder grabs, licks and nips, until his weight is pinning me down, his cock thrusting into me so deeply, I know we're actually one person. All the tension, the sadness, doubt and anger are burned away in the pool of heat rising deep in my core, until it's like we're not even in this room anymore, that we're on some other plane of existence, where all is precisely as it should be.
The sun rising outside is blinding me, but it's nothing compared to the red hot heat of our love, which is coursing in my blood now, hitting me in every jagged breath he takes, every moan and grunt, every hard thrust.
I let myself go, float out of this world into the one where we're always together, and always will be. Let the heat build until I can't contain it. Shuddering, whimpering, screaming, I let it all go. Because I have seen all that can be, and I know we will get there. My orgasm is blinding when it finally comes, takes away all my awareness, until I am just the heat, with no mind, no thoughts, no body to ground me.
I tell the cab driver to drop me off about
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