Page 52 of Rox

She opens her eyes, and I see beauty. I see trust. But most of all, I see love. Her hands come up, and she cups my face before nodding, “Yes. Yes, Max.”

Our lips come together once again, and we stay like that for a while. Minutes, maybe an hour, I couldn’t say. All I know is nothing has ever felt so right. When her hands come down to my jeans, she unbuckles them and starts to push them down my ass. I push up and away from her so I can stand up and get them off the rest of the way. Once I’m naked, I finish her off, too.

My body covers her once again, and I use my hands and my mouth to worship her. I show her what I feel about her, and I let her know without words how much she means to me and how sorry I am. I know sex isn’t going to make this issue between us go away, but it’s one of the ways I can show her I love her, and she needs this right now as much as I do.

When I finally slide deep into her, her back arches, but her moan stays soft and low. She doesn’t scream, and she doesn’t beg. She lays there, taking what I can give her. She’s allowing herself to truly feel the connection the two of us have. She’s glowing like a goddess, making me see her in a new light.

“I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you, baby.”

I pump into her as I watch her mouth. She’s opening and closing as she breathes through her pleasure. She may not be making noise, but I don’t need it. Her mouth and her eyes are telling me everything.

The quiet has never been so loud.

“Max,” she gasps, and that’s when I feel it. She’s slowly been building up, and I hit her spot just right to finally detonate her.

“That’s it, baby, just like that,” I whisper as I kiss her again. She grips me tighter, causing me to spill deep within her, claiming her once again from the inside out.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too, Max. So much.”

We lay there for a while. My softened cock finally slips out of her, and I put my weight onto my side so I don’t crush her. Our legs are wrapped around one another, and I push my fingers through her hair. Her beauty really is on another level.

“Max,” she says, and it’s her tone that tells me this is going to hurt. “This thing we have, this is real. This is solid. I want everything with you, but your leaving hurt so much. I know that I knew you were okay, but it still killed me to see you hurting so much, and I couldn’t do anything to help. Then, with how you reacted…”

“I know, baby. I know. I can’t take it back, but I’m going to make it up to you for the rest of my life.”

“I believe you.”

“But?” I ask, fearing what it is she’s about to say.

“But tonight, it’s my turn to leave and process. And when I come back, because I will, we will never walk away again.”

Twenty Six

Roxie

It’s been a few days since I came to stay at my parent’s house. It was my turn to walk away to get my emotions in line. I still text him the heart emoji every morning and every night before I go to bed to let him know I am still thinking about him.

It was made clear that this isn’t a break-up, or a break, or whatever dumb excuse that one guy would use. This is an agreement that we both need to get our shit together. We’ve both been through a lot in our lives, and a real relationship was never something we dealt with. He never had to answer to anyone and was always able to get the information he wanted. The part of my life he couldn’t gain access to, he needs to accept he may never get it. Although, if I’m honest with myself, I think he does, and he’s fully accepted that if I can tell him, I will. So, really, right now, the issue is me.

I need to get my heart and head on the same page with understanding his need to walk away at two pivotal moments in our relationship.

Again, you both suck at doing this thing. You’re both learning.

“I hear bikes,” Remy shrieks and tears down the stairs past me.

The shit in my life may be fucked, but some good is coming of it. While I know the guys here can handle the plan, and I have every bit of faith in them, Dad let me know we’d get some very special guests.

“So I was on the phone with Uncle JJ and told him about your flash sale, and he wants to come down and get inked by you. He um…. He-he sa-said there’s room.” Dad smiles.

“Doubt it. Just like I doubt that that’s why he’s coming down. You told him about what’s going on, didn’t you?”

“Why, I would never,” he says as if he were an old Southern woman. “Yeah, okay, fine. You caught me.”

“Dad, I love you, but if you wanted me to believe he was coming to get inked, he should have just shown up.”

He laid it all out after that. He explained that Uncle JJ was ready to end anyone who dared to threaten the life of his niece. While he didn’t go into details, whatever he told JJ meant that Knuckles had to come too, and because it was for protection, Knuckles’ husband was also coming.

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