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I rub my throbbing head against her slit for a moment before pushing between her slick folds and plunging into her warm, wet depths.

She gasps beneath me as she rakes her nails down my back. The slight stinging sensation brings far more pleasure than pain.

After allowing her a moment to adjust to my considerable length and girth, I slowly start pumping in and out of her. She rocks up to meet me with every thrust, urging me to go faster. She locks her legs around my waist, allowing me to slide deeper inside of her.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” I groan against her lips.

“Really?” She sounds surprised, though it’s hard to tell between her little gasps of pleasure.

“You have no idea.” I slow down for a moment, just so I can savor the sensations gripping my cock. I’m nearing my climax but I refuse to finish until I’ve made Marie’s entire body shudder and her toes curl.

I reach between us so I can stroke her while I slide in and out.

Her breathy moans involve into cries of pleasure as she grips the pillows and arches into me. Her legs tremble as she tightens around my cock, effectively bringing me to my climax while she hits hers.

I’ve never experienced anything as incredible as this. I want to do this all day, every day for the rest of my life.

Marie lets out a final sigh and unclenches her muscles.

I slide out of her and get to my feet. By the time I’ve retrieved my underwear and a blanket for Marie, she’s sound asleep.

A small part of me is disappointed. I was hoping to go again. I will never be able to get enough of her.

The rest of me is relieved. She needs her sleep. Tomorrow is going to be another long day.

I drape the blanket over her naked body and press a kiss onto her forehead. The couch is small. There isn’t enough room for both of us. I don’t want to risk waking her up by moving her so I decide to leave her be. I settle myself into the armchair near the bookshelf. I fall asleep watching her.

Chapter Nine

Marie

I’m on cloud nine when I walk into the hospital. I feel guilty for being so happy when so many around me are in pain and suffering.

My mother is awake but on painkillers. Her doctors from Denver checked her out earlier this morning. Her condition isn’t ideal, but it’s not nearly as bad as it could be, so they’re still optimistic about her overall recovery. Her treatment program will have to be either extended or intensified. They need a day or so to work out the best course. I imagine they have to run tests.

Doc at Rose Haven General tells me she’ll probably be here for two or three more days. Thank goodness she’s drugged up. She’d throw a fit if she knew she couldn’t leave.

“You’re not liking these magazines, are you?” I laugh and put down the glossy gossip rag I picked up from the gas station on the way here. Not the gas station where Luke’s father died. I’ll never go to that gas station. I’m just grateful that a town as small as Rose Haven has more than one station.

In response to my question, my mother shakes her head. She might not be with it enough to understand what she’s indicating, but I’ll take any excuse to stop reading the magazine. I should bring some of her books next time.

If she were more with it, she’d say the magazine is nothing but consumerist propaganda urging me to buy things I don’t need and hate my body. She’s not wrong.

“Okay, how about a story? You’re too high to remember this so I can tell you without emotionally damaging both of us for life, right?” I’m only half-joking. She nods once before her head droops onto her pillow. Incoherent as she may be, shelooks relaxed and comfortable. I haven’t seen her relaxed and comfortable in some time.

“I left town after graduation for a really stupid reason,” I say. “So stupid that I didn’t even tell you. I’m sorry I didn’t. It might have made things easier for all of us.”

My mother blinks. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused.

“I’ve been crazy in love with Luke for years,” I laugh. “He was my very first crush. I loved him from the second he told Mary Jane Patterson to screw off when she called me a cow. I thought it would wear off but it never did. I loved him more with each passing year.”

The corners of my mother’s mouth twitch. I think she’s trying to smile.

“Watching him date was terrible. He was gorgeous, athletic, and popular. Obviously, all of the pretty, popular girls wanted to be with him. The worst was Emmaline Kay Hudson. Do you remember her?

My mother shakes her head faintly.

“She’s not worth remembering. She used to put ham in my locker.” I roll my eyes. “Anyway, she was Luke’s girlfriend in senior year. After we walked and did the cap toss, I heard her telling her friends that she thought she was pregnant with Luke’s baby. She was so convinced they were going to get married. I was convinced, too.”

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