Page 22 of Remnants
“Sorry,” I whisper and take the cup. Mac and Nora traded homes for the time being so she and I were camped out at Mac’s house across town. It’s surprisingly nice for a single man. Big windows that overlook nothing but trees, no stairs, and the kitchen is stunning. Any other time and I would want to be in there baking.
“Baby.” Nora sits on the ottoman in front of me with a wince. Her leg is killing her and I know it is partially due to her not being at her home with all of the supplies she needs. That, and she was refusing to sit and relax. If she is awake, her prosthetic is on and she is moving around, like she’s on alert. Sheison alert… I don’t think she’s really slept in the last three days. “Baby, you don’t have to make any decisions, but we really should talk about everything.” Nora has been trying to get me to talk to her about my plans and I just don’t know. I don’t know where to go, what to do. I have no money, no car, no anything. I look from her down to my cup, watching as it starts to blur.
“Baby, no, please don’t cry!” Nora sits in the chair next to me and takes my cup before pulling me into her chest. I heave sobs against her and I grip her shirt tightly in my fist. I don’t know what I’m going to do or where I’m going to go. All I know is I want her with me.
James: Kaitlin, you have been gone for three days! I need more than an “I’m alive” message from you! What if someone hurt you? How would I know? You are putting SO much stress on me that, with my job, I do not need! My patients need me to be at my best! I can not afford to be this distracted! How can you be so cold?
“He can suck my dick,” Nora spits as she reads the text off my phone. James sent me a text while she was changing into pajamas for the night and I began to feel guilty, so I felt the need to tell her before I ended up calling him.
“But if he is distracted,” I start and Nora stares up at me.
“Junebug, he’s manipulating you. This is narcissism—he’s gaslighting you. ‘What if someone hurt you’, HE hurt you. And everything is about him. His stress, his job, his feelings. Here.” I watch as she taps rapidly on my phone before handing it back to me and crawling into the bed. “Send him that and then turn your phone on silent. You and him have nothing to talk about.”
I look down at the text waiting to be sent. I scan over it before hitting the send button without a second thought.
Me: James, I am completely fine. If you are distracted, that is your own fault. I am not coming back to the house. I will contact you when I am ready, until then, respect my privacy.
“I would’ve gotten hit if I said that to him,” I mutter as I lay on her chest. I hear the growl and flinch slightly. Nora is on edge and I am terrified of what she may end up doing.
“Thank you,” I murmur softly against her shirt, “for taking care of me. I wish I hadn’t thrown all of this on you. You don't deserve—”
“Enough, Junebug.” Nora turns her body so that she and I are on our sides, facing one another. She looks so tired and it makes my heart ache.
“I care about you, I would do anything to keep you safe. Iwilldo anything.” The last part is barely audible but I catch it.
“Nora,” I breathe, unsure how to ask. “Nora, what are you going to do?” She’s quiet and avoids my gaze for a long minute. I watch the muscles in her jaw clench and she mauls over whatever is weighing so heavily on her conscience. Her eyes meet mine and I see the corner of her mouth hitch in a playful smile.
“Let me make you feel good, baby,” she purrs in a raspy voice that makes my toes curl. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I give her the slightest half of a nod and her mouth is on mine in an instant. I nearly sob out as I feel her soft yet powerful mouth. Her plump lips consuming mine as her slick tongue begs for entrance. I instantly grant her access and she lets out a moan of thanks as her hands grip my jaw with such tenderness my heart feels like it’s going to explode.
Why? Why did I marry him? Why did I allow my parents to dictate who I could be with? Though, had they not, I wouldn’thave her here now. She deserves someone so much better than me. Someone without this kind of baggage. But that is a thought for another time. I have spent my entire life trying to please others and I’m tired, so fucking tired. I just want to be here, now, in this moment with Nora.
“O-Oh god!” I gasp as I feel her hand running over my sensitive spot through my pajamas.
“If you aren’t ready…” she murmurs into my ear before flicking my lobe with her tongue. “Just tell me, Junebug. I want to make you feel good, the second it’s too much, I quit.” There she goes again, being fucking perfect. It’s been three days since James forced himself on me. Part of me is disgusted that I’m ready to be touched again, the other part feels like doing this is cleansing. I must be in my head too long because Nora pulls her head back and looks me in the eyes. “We can stop, baby.”
“No!” I nearly shout. “Please,” I whisper softly. “I want you… I just… no more talking, okay?” Nora gives me a knowing look and a soft smile before capturing my lips again. I feel her hand trailing back down my body and I let a small whimper escape my lips as she slips into my pajama pants. Her tongue slips into my mouth as her expert fingers begin to tease my clit. I moan into her mouth while grinding against her hand.
“I want to taste you, Katie,” Nora pants as she starts undressing me. “And then I want to fuck you.” I’m nervous, this is the first time I’ve allowed her to… taste me. I begin to worry if I taste okay. Am I soft enough? What if she doesn’t—
“Katie.” Nora’s snapping voice pulls me out of my spiral. “You are tense. Talk to me, sweet girl.” She crawls up so she’s over top of me. Her dog tags fall out of her tank top and land on my breast and I can’t help but laugh. Nora takes the chain off and sets it on the nightstand before turning her dark gaze back to me.
“Talk, baby.”
“This is just new. I’m nervous and inexperienced. How are you going to fuck me?” Nora smirks before leaning over the edge of the bed and reaching into her luggage. She comes back up with her toys and… “Is that a strap-on?” I ask, looking at the device.
“Yeah, did you think I was going to leave this at my house where my brother is?” I look at the strap-on and lick my lips.
“Do it,” I whisper softly. “Please? Show me what it’s supposed to be like.” Her eyes darken but Nora nods while sliding out of her pants and securing the toy to her. I wait for her to stop me, to reach for a cover to conceal her leg, but she doesn’t. She nods as if telling me it’s okay—thatsheis okay with me seeing her, scars and all. The act is so intimate and beautiful it steals my breath.
Nora lays on her side before curling around me and pressing the dildo against my center. I’m so wet she slips in without a problem and I release a whimper. Nora begins rubbing my clit while slowly thrusting in and out. She stays at a gentle pace until I ask for more, and she delivers. I cry out her name with each thrust in me and scream out as I cum around the dildo. She removes herself and quickly slips between my thighs as she sucks and licks my clit before slipping her tongue into my center. I feel her curling her tongue to pull all my arousal into her mouth and I can’t help but scream again as my next orgasm builds. I reach down, helping her remove the strap on as we sit, our legs tangling and our centers matching as we grind against each other.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out while coming again. Nora keeps going as I scream in sensitive pleasure with each movement.
“Katie!” Nora cries as she squirts all over us and it’s too much, the scene is too hot. Taking the strap-on, I untangle myself before slipping it on and guiding her to straddle me. I grip her tight ass as I lower her onto the dildo and begin fuckingher senseless. She lets out tiny cries with each thrust as she squirts again. I watch as her abs tighten and she throws her head back while coming on me before collapsing beside me.
I remove the strap-on and pull her to me as I hold her in my arms.
“Katie,” she whispers after a moment.
