Page 29 of Lore
His body loses some of its tension.
“But Lore?”
“Yeah?” he asks, tucking a wisp of loose hair back behind my ear.
“I sure as hell am never going to forget.”
“Okay, but I want you to remember a few things too,” he murmurs, lifting me into his arms and carrying me back to his bike.
“What are you doing?” I ask, as he gently sets me down. I try to sound stern, but it comes out breathless instead. He searches my face, then presses a soft kiss to my lips.
“Reminding you.” He spins me around so I’m bending over his bike, slides down my jeans, and slips his hand inside. To anyone who saw us, they would see Lore standing behind me, and that’s it.
At least I fucking hope so.
“Drenched,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my neck. He slides one finger inside, and then a second. “So fucking wet for me.”
I should stop him.
I should say no.
This isn’t going to help.
But fuck, I want this.
So I push back against him, silently asking for more.
“That’s my good girl.” He circles my clit with the pad of his thumb, and a soft whimper escapes my lips as I come all over his fingers.
He pulls out his hand, spins me back around to look at him, and slowly licks his fingers clean. His violet eyes are darker than I remember. “You taste even better than I remember.”
Shit.
LORE
I know what she means about not forgetting.
It’s kind of hard to.
I missed out on six years of Rider’s life, but I’ve decided to move forward.
Especially if I get another taste of her sweet pussy.
Fuck.
She was so perfect, coming for me like that, bent over my bike.
A dream.
I hope she doesn’t try to push me away now because I want more of where that came from.
I want us to get to a good place.
We need to heal for the kids.
When she says she won’t forget, I know she means me breaking her heart. She doesn’t want to put herself in a position where she’ll give me the power to hurt her again. I get it.
I know I destroyed her, but I’m not the same person I was back then.
