Page 44 of Lore
And is that a little outline of a butterfly at the end?
“Lore?” I ask, my brow furrowing.
He looks me dead in the eye as he starts to stroke himself. “I got it a few months after we broke up,” he explains, his tone soft. “I knew I’d fucked up, Atiana. I knew that I wasn’t going to find another woman like you. I wanted you with me, always. On me. A reminder of what I’d lost.” He tilts his head to the side. “A cruel one.”
“Lore?” I open my mouth and close it. I don’t know what to say. He might have left me, but he still loved me. In some ways, that’s almost worse.
Because he was the only thing standing between us both being happy. Pushing that thought away, I crawl toward him on the bed and sit on my knees in front of him.
While staring him in the eyes, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, relaxing it. I know exactly what he wants and how to give it to him.
His eyes flicker with need and approval. “You’re still my good girl, aren’t you, Butterfly?”
My gaze lands on my name on his skin as I nod.
He slides the head of his cock over my tongue. “Suck.”
I do as he commands, sucking him into my mouth. My fingers flex into his muscular thighs as I slide him in and out.
He reaches out and gently grips the side of my throat, watching me so closely I can feel his gaze like a caress. “I’ve missed having this sweet mouth on my cock. You take me so well, Butterfly.” Oh, how I’ve missed his dirty mouth. “That’s it, just keep your eyes on me and fucking take it.”
I gag a little, and he tries to pull back, but I don’t let him, digging my nails into his skin. “I’m going to come. You’re going to swallow every drop for me, aren’t you?”
I nod.
His jaw clenches, and his head falls back as he finishes in my mouth. I swallow and watch his face with satisfaction. His chest rises and falls with each breath, and when he looks down at me, it’s like something clicks into place between us.
We’re unable to escape this connection between us.
He slowly pulls out, and I press a kiss against his palm when he moves to cup my face.
Violet eyes, framed in those dark lashes, soften. He leans down and kisses my lips. My eyes flutter shut, feeling the moment.
This is what I tried to avoid because now that I’ve let him in, it’s going to be even harder for me to guard my heart.
But I can just have some fun, right? Maybe I could try not to get attached. I could take it as a final goodbye before he gets bored with me and moves on to someone else. Before the kids and I seem like a ball and chain he needs to be free of.
He suddenly lifts me with his hands on the back of my thighs and throws me in the center of the bed. “I want you again.”
And then his mouth is on my pussy.
Instantly, I forget why this was such a bad idea in the first place.
LORE
Haze is sitting with his guitar on the couch, singing. All the women are sitting around him like his little fans, and I don’t like the way Atiana is watching him. After I made her come twice with my mouth, Bones had knocked on the door looking for us, so that’s as far as we went. We had dinner, put the kids to bed, and now we’re here at the bar, having a little adult time before we head to bed.
Haze is singing his version of “Locksmith” by Chanin, and I notice Atiana looking over at me with a vulnerable expression. When I start listening to the lyrics, I can understand why.
I need a drink.
Tapping my knuckles on the bar, Rose leans over and slides me a bottle of my favorite beer. “Does she know about the tattoo yet?”
When you think about it, it’s pretty messed up that all the club girls knew about it before her.
“She knows,” I nod, lifting the beer by the neck and taking a sip.
Haze continues to sing, the words haunting me.
