Page 13 of Heal Me One Night
We pull to the side of the creek I’ve always fantasized about, and I hurry over to the passenger side of the truck, opening her door.
“Look at you being chivalrous.” She grins down at me, a little of her spark coming back.
I reach up, grabbing her by the waist. Pulling her down toward me, I wrap her legs around my waist, holding her up. “I am chivalrous. I also know that you’ve got a lot going on up here right now.” I lean in so that our foreheads are touching. “So what I want you to know is that I’m aware you don’t want words. You’ve had enough words to last your entire life. They’ve turned into lies, and you can’t trust them.”
She shakes her head. “That’s not what I was saying. I don’t want to punish you for what Dakota has done to us, but I can’t forget it, either. I have to protect Karli and myself,” she whispers.
I take one hand off her waist and use it to tilt her chin down toward me. “I get it, and I also get that you’re going to need me to show you how I’m different than Dakota. Actions speak much louder.”
She nods, her eyes meeting mine. “What are you going to do to show me?”
Walking us to my tailgate, I put her on it, and make myself comfortable between her thighs. Digging my fingers into her hair, I cup her scalp and bring her mouth down to mine. “This. Sit back and relax. I’ll take care of you.”
She sighs. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Pushing us up further into the bed of the truck, I settle her against the mattress topper and go to work taking our clothes off. "You okay being naked in the moonlight?"
Sweetly, she grins. "As long as I'm with you."
I don't know how we get here, with me leaning against the back of the truck window, and her straddling my thighs. I've slipped inside her, and she's riding me with her hands in her hair, holding it up from her neck.
"You look like some sort of goddess in the light of the moon." I whisper, amazed at how beautiful she is.
"I feel like it." She drops her hands from hair, and settles her palms against my chest. "You make me feel like the most beautiful, desirable woman on the planet. The way you're letting me slide on top of you? I'm going to come way quicker than you." She warns.
"It's okay if you do. I'll flip you over and take what I need." I grip her waist, pulling her down and pressing up into her.
She makes a noise deep in her throat, her pussy clenching on me as she convulses around me. True to my word, I wrap my arms around her and flip us over. Pressing into her, I settle back on my knees and keep thrusting until I spill inside her.
But something happens as our heart rates slow. I'm feeling closer to her than I ever have, but she appears to be disconnecting, and it breaks my soul apart.I hold her, but it's as if I'm holding on for dear life. Even after what we experienced, I can feel her slipping away, and I don't know if I'll be able to get her back.
TEN
Britt
It’s Sunday night and the clock is ticking. It’s almost nine, which means it’s Karli’s bed time. And her asshat of a father is a no-call no-show. I’ve watched her get quieter as the evening went on. She barely touched her dinner. Every single time my phone dinged with a text message or email, she would perk up and then deflate all over again.
I’ve been angry at Dakota before. So many damned times. I’ve been disappointed by him over and over again. But I don’t know that I’ve ever truly hated him before, but I do right now. I hate him for breaking her heart again. I hate him for making me pick up the pieces for her.
“I wouldn’t normally do this so close to bed,” I tell her, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “But I think we should break in to the emergency chocolate supply.” It’s not really a supply. I think two left over peanut butter eggs from Easter can’t really be called that. Still, I’m glad I’ve been holding on to them. My little girl needs a pick me up of some kind.
“He’s not coming, is he?” she says.
“No, baby. He’s not.” I’m not going to lie to her. I’m not going to make excuses for him. I used to do that until I recognized that I was hurting her almost as much as he was.
“Why?”
That’s the million dollar question. “I can’t answer that. I can tell you it’s not about you. Your dad has never been the sort to be dependable. He never kept up with appointments. He never kept up with the budget or expenses. And I’m not bashing him–that’s just part of who he is. And when you love someone, you accept their flaws.”
“Do you love him?”
“I did,” I say. “But your dad stopped loving me... I’m not sure that he ever did, honestly.”
“Is that why he spends time with his other kid? Because he loves their mom?”
These are the hardest fucking questions to answer. How can I tell her the truth without making her hate him? How can I lie to her without making her hate me? “You know how at your birthday or Christmas, you get a new toy and all you want to do is play with that toy?”
She nods.