Unbound: The Pentagon Group, Book 2 Read Online Free Page A

selfishly for me ‘cause I don’t have to sleep on an old futon.” I winked. He kissed my head again, which made me feel loved.
    “I’ll leave you to rest. If you need me I’m right across the hall, love. You know where the second bathroom is, so you don’t have to worry about my needing to use it.
    “Thank you.” I whispered as I hugged him. He left the room and I was left to my own thoughts. I turned on the small flat screen TV affixed to the wall. I changed into the comfortably worn t-shirt and entered the double bed, dipping into the soft white sheets. I turned to grab some tissues on the night stand and proceeded to cry quietly. I didn’t want Carson to run back in here to check on me. I just needed to release some more angst.
    My cell phone buzzed with a text.
    Matt: I’m going to spend the rest of my life fixing this. I’m so sorry. I’m so in love with you and I can’t bear to live without you. I really, desperately love you, babe.
    I turned off the phone and threw it on the bed. He wasn’t going to break through the fortress I erected as soon as I walked out the door of his apartment. Never wanting to have contact with him again, I made a mental note to block his number. Despite the anger I felt coursing through my body, I missed him. I mourned his touch and kisses, and wanted him to hold my body against his. I grieved not feeling his hands entwined with mine as we talked to each other in bed. The reality of never feeling his hand in mine as we walk down the aisle as man and wife or cradling our first child was excruciating. The thoughts became more morbid as the film of our time together rolled in my head and faded to a black screen without a ‘happily ever after ending’.
     
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    Tossing and turning in the downy bed, I had the most restless sleep. I’d fall asleep and would startle awake, seeking Matt’s warm body beside me. Remembering we were no longer together, I’d cry myself to sleep again. At about three in the morning, I grabbed my phone, turned it on and ignored the multiple voicemail and text messages, presumably from Matt. I texted Ray, manager of Duration, informing him I was sick and wouldn’t be in to work.
    I tried to fall back to sleep and couldn’t. Because I wasn’t in my own place, I stayed in the room and didn't roam about Carson’s apartment. Being so close to a college campus, there was always muffled background noise. I’d gotten used to sleeping soundly in Matt’s high rise building without the city noise keeping me awake. Whenever I’d unexpectedly awaken in the middle of the night, I’d snuggle closer to Matt. I’d drape my leg over his long, muscular legs, rubbing his calf for comfort. My chest would press onto his rippled back. I’d snuggle in and absorb his warmth. Inevitably, my breath on the back of his shoulder would slowly awaken him. He’d grab my arm and pull my hand to his chest. I’d gently wriggle my mound on his backside, planting kisses on his shoulders and neck, and he’d glide our hands down to his erection.
    I’d sense our simultaneous smile, knowing the other had a need to be satisfied. He’d always break first and turn around to kiss me and pull me under his body. The hunger for union would result in our furiously taking off our bottoms. Matt would plunge deep into me. Despite being wet for him, I’d feel the delicious friction of the initial penetration. He would savor it by stilling himself within me, gasping each time as if he’d entered me for the first time, and then he’d thrust lightly until my channel stretched to accommodate his girth.
    We’d kiss, ever so often acknowledging our love for each other. I’d hold onto his body with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his torso, never wanting to let him go. Our climax would build simultaneously, each of us arching, grinding, and building the sensual tension which would send us over the edge. Clawing at his body, not wanting our coupling to end, I’d feel the