Page 117 of When You Blush
Her eyes soften, and she pushes her fingers into my hair, soothing me.
Christ, she soothes me.
“How do I tell my high school math teacher that her husband has brain cancer?”
“Blake.”
“How do I explain to my high school girlfriend that her husband was killed in a hunting accident, and he didn’t survive the gunshot to his liver?”
A tear rolls down her cheek, and I brush it away with my thumb.
“I love what I do, but it’s not anonymous. I could have gone to a city to work where I didn’t have connections to the patients like I do here. But I chose to come home, and that means that many days are just fuckingheavy, Harper.”
“You don’t have to carry that by yourself.” Her voice is the sweetest whisper as she continues to brush her fingers through my hair. “You can always talk to me. I know you can’t give me specific details, but we can talk in generalities. You need to let go of that burden.”
I lean into her touch, soaking her in.
“I’ll work on it.” I drag my knuckles down her cheek. “If we’re going to fight, I need you to stay here and fight with me, not run away.”
“I was so mad that?—”
“I don’t care.”
Her hands glide down my shoulders, and she wiggles closer to me, pressing sweet kisses to my neck, under my chin.
“Are you still mad, sugar?”
“Only a little.”
“I’m going to fuck the rest of the mad out of you.”
Brushing my hands up her thighs, I lift the dress up and over her head and cast it aside, then swallow hardwhen I take in her bare chest, her perfect puckered pink nipples ready for me to pinch and roll between my fingers.
Harper sighs and leans into my touch as she unbuckles my belt, then unfastens my jeans and lets them fall down my hips, her hands planted on my ass.
“Shirt off,” she growls against my lips, and I reach over my shoulder and tug it off, then cast it aside.
“You may be pissed off, but you’re not in charge here. Don’t get it twisted.”
She simply bites that pillow of a lip, watching me.
“I’ve missed this pussy,” I tell her as I kiss down her torso, pausing by each delectable nipple and her navel. I finally squat so I’m level with her gorgeous, sopping-wet cunt. “Looks like fighting with me makes you wet, sweetheart.”
She doesn’t answer me, so I slap her pussy, right over her clit, and she inhales sharply. “Holy shit.”
Wasting no time, I rip the lace off her, exposing her to me, and lean in to take a deep breath of her essence for just a split second before Idevour her.
“Blake!” Her voice is shrill as her hips lift, and she pushes harder into my face. “Oh God, your mouth.”
“Fucking delicious.” I lick and suck, then drag my lips all through her wet sex, getting her good and ready for me. Just as she’s about to come, I pull away entirely, standing to my full height.
“Blake.”
“You were going toleave me.” I shake my head, thengrip onto her throat and pull her lips against mine. “That fuckingtore me apart.”
“Blake,” she whimpers and then cries out when I push inside her, impaling her with one hard thrust.
“You’remine, Harper.” My hips move fast, pounding into her tight-as-fuck pussy. “This pussy is mine.”
