Page 48 of Claiming What's Mine

There was no words between us, only the slapping of skin and heavy breathing. Dragging her nails down my back, I felt her thighs clench and hips bear down. Blue let out a gasp as she forced her face into my chest.

Pistoning my hips, I gave one final thrust. Exploding inside her, wave after wave of hot come filled her pussy. I felt a rush zip through my muscles, starting in my stomach and expanding outward like lightening across a nighttime sky.

Holding still, our chests were rising and falling in tandem, our eyes had found each other, breathing labored and raspy. It felt so good to be right there with her, holding her, our bodies connected again.

I felt her muscles loosen and her legs start to untwine. Lowering her to the floor, I held her hips until I knew she had her balance.

Running her fingers over her hair, she looked in the mirror and smoothed out the frayed ends. “I don't know what just happened or how, but you do know this needs to stay here between us, right?” she asked, still looking at herself in the mirror, using the pads of her fingers to wipe smeared eyeliner away. “I can only imagine what's already being said.”

“Small towns don't change, do they?” Tucking my shirt in and fixing my pants, I wrapped the tie back around my neck. “People just can't help but gossip. Who said two old friends can't talk alone? I did just lose my father after all.”

Blue turned to face me, taking the tie in her hands and wrapping it properly. “Jayden, don't joke.” Tightening the tie a little too much, she held the knot. “I know you didn't like him, but are you really okay? He was still your dad after all.”

Pushing her hands down and off the tie, I loosened it at my throat. “I'm only here for my sister. What are you doing here?”

“I came to pay my respects.”

“Really?” I asked, my voice layered in disbelief. “What is it with this place? My dad was an asshole, everyone knows it. So why is everyone acting like he was a damn saint?” Washing my hands, I dried them and threw the paper towel into the trash. “Even you, you know how he was, the things he did, he doesn't deserve this type of recognition.”

“Maybe not,” she said, dragging her palms down the front of her dress and making sure it wasn't wrinkled. “But you know as well as I do how these people are. Now grab a few more paper towels and start wiping your eyes. At least make it look like I was just in here comforting you.”

Blue unlocked the door, holding the handle until I had done what she said. Tugging it open, she stepped to the side and guided me back into the procession of people. Running her hand up and down my back, she smiled at people as if nothing had just happened in that bathroom.

Sneaky little vixen, just like always.

“It will get better,” she said loudly, her voice encouraging and supportive. “We both know that.” Giving me a little push, Blue smiled, then walked out the door.

I didn't go back in right away, instead I waited, watching her leave. Her heels clicked, and I could still faintly hear them even with the talking as she took a left and disappeared.

Yes, I had a permanent place in the fiery underworld for the shit I had done in my life. But I had cemented that seat with what I had just done in the funeral home.

And maybe I deserved it, because I wasn't sorry about what I had done.

“Jay, there you are.” My sister came to my side, taking my hand and pulling me to my seat. “I've been wondering where you went. Are you alright? What happened?”

“I'm fine, I just needed a break, that's all.” Taking the spot next to my sister, I put on my fake smile, and started the routine all over again.

Nod. Shake. Give thanks.

Nod. Shake. Give thanks.

It went on for the next hour and a half, but the repetitive motion was actually a blessing. All I could focus on was Blue, the way she felt around me, the way I felt inside her, the way it all seemed so right.

Blue had been my weakness, she had been the steel sword that was jammed in my heart. I was never over her, not ever.

I'm so fucked. . .

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