- You do not know does not change the fact that hurt, Gregory. It hurt like I do not remember anything already have hurt in my life.
- I'm so sorry. Much more than I can say. I'm so sorry! But I really did not know.
- You know? - He raised his dark eyes to me - My father used to say that everything people say before the "but" not worth anything.
- I'm not defending what I did. I just want you to believe that I could not have done anything different.
- Why is this so important to you? - Braced his hands against his knees, his lower lip trembled and I understood that she felt exactly the same as me: we both like to have a behavior, but there before the situation, looking into each other's eyes, we had to a different thing.
She was hurt. In the same way I had lived years of resentment, she should have lived the same year full of heartache. I would not go well. She would need to cry. I would need to yell at me. I would need to hit me.
And I let her do all these things.
The only problem was that the woman in front of me was the personification of stubbornness and she would try to maintain control for as long as he could, while I ... I thought we had lost too much time.
- You are the mother of my son, Dom We have lost so long ... Why do you think it would not be important to me.?
- You are married, Gregory. He has a wife, a son, a life ... - her lip trembled a little. She was trying to hide, but was failing - Do you care if I believe you or not? You father ... Tyler changed his mind and wants to have contact with him going forward? We talk about it. Is some karmic journey and want to solve the pending issues of the past? Want to apologize and say it was not your intention? All right, we'll talk about it too. I just want you to tell me what you want. And do not give me speeches about how important I believe you because I am nothing to you, Holt. Baxter! - He corrected himself - Oh, hell ...
I pulled my wallet from his pocket. I looked for the specific compartment.
- If you are offering me money, Baxter, we will stop at the station, you and me. Why do not you leave this entire hotel room.
His tone offended me hit more than any punch could do. I took the photo and touched the picture gently.
- A reminder of his stubbornness to posterity. - I played with a small smile. I reached out and she hesitated before taking the photo in my hand.
I explain that carried that picture with me for years, but the folds and wear marks on paper would say it better than any words.
- What do you mean by that? - Shook the photo in the air, slowly.
- It's not like you think it was. My life is not that wonder what you think.
- What do you want, Gregory?
- I did not know, Dom I'm sorry.. For everything. The things I told you. Why not be there with you, holding your hand when you needed me. For believing in Eleanor lies. For not having trusted you. Why not run after you until the end of the world to find out what happened. - Was a relief, not only an apology. It was all that was wrong in my life condensed into a few words, in a few moments. All nodes that bound me to a dull and depressing life were being untied. I just needed to say those words, just needed her to hear. - I'm sorry I have not seen our son grow. I'm Eleanor have made you lose your job. I feel so much.
His lips were locked in a single line.
- I believe in you. - He sighed finally. - But it does not change anything. She told you that I accepted money to abort and abandon you and you believed.
- Sun...
- You can not deny it, can you? You and your damn grandmother, Gregory! That's why I left! I knew you would not believe me! No matter what nonsense she tells you, you always believes and advocates.
- But you never gave me a chance to do something else, did you?
- What you want...
- He did, Laura. - I exhaled tired - You ran away. Without telling me what was going on. And when I told you that Eleanor had told me everything, you thought she had told me the truth.
- What else should I think?
- I should think that if she had told me the truth I would not leave you alone. Should think that the man you knew, the man you lived, who slept beside her every night ... the man I loved you and you said love was not going to leave you. She would not leave our son. But you did not believe it, did not you? You chose to believe that I was the kind of scoundrel who abandons the mother's own son and he would not want to have any contact with the baby. And without remorse. You come with your strong and precise arguments that is a decent person and I did not give him a chance ... that I questioned their dignity. Well, Dom ... You did the same thing with me.
She looked at me as if to kiss me.
Or kill me. It was hard to know for sure.
- You want to compare? I was pregnant, alone, sitting on a pier in the dark in labor. I'm sorry if I did not consider the possibilities before you believe you were leaving me.
- In day. But what all these years later?
- Why are we judging my behavior here? When did you become the victim?
- Sun! We are all victims. You and me. that was horrible happened to you? Was. I have guilt? I have. I could have avoided. I could have spent all these years taking care of our family and I regret this as long as I live. But I'm not the only one who could have done something.
- The fault of this is Eleanor, you know, is not it?
- We agree, finally.
- What will you do?
- I have done. She's out of Baxter. And I asked for a divorce.
She was silent and I accompanied her. We were watching us and waiting. Waiting for the other to say something. Waiting for the other to do something.
- What happens now? - She asked, after a few minutes.
- I wish I could talk to you.
- I thought that was what we were doing.
- I want to talk about ... life. Where have you been, if ... if you need something. Who's the guy? The ... Gary. - I said at once, as if to swallow a bad tasting medicine. - And I ... I want to know Tyler, Dom.
- I was in France. - Answered objectively - I got a job in an administrative sector ...
- With Oliver.
- If you know, why you ask?
- I was looking for you. I know the practical part. The part I want to know will not give to exhaust today. I just do not want to be an enemy, Dom. I want to be near you.
- Tyler does not know anything. - Explained - I have not spoken to him about his father, I mean ... he's done a few questions, but I told him I was very young and would explain to him when he was older.
- It's him?
- He trusts me.
- And what do you say now? - My voice was almost a whisper full of fear.
- He's a kid, Greg. What happened between us ... what I want or what you want ... no matter. Now, it has to be what is best for him.
- You will not hear me disagree.
- I will talk to him. Calmly. Ty is a smart kid, he'll understand. And then he decides. If he decides he wants you in his life ... Holt - she squinted - If you go away, I swear to God ...
- I will not go away! I'm not going anywhere.
She made a slow gesture of agreement before continuing.
- But if he decides he does not want ... or do not want soon. You will have to respect. Are you ready for this?
The idea to have it so close and yet so far was painful. But this whole situation was and I would need to put his interests first.
- I am. I like what you say.
- It's all right. - She leaned forward in his chair - I'll talk to him and then talk to you.
- Right. - I agreed and she got up, indicating that I do the same.
- It's late now. - Rubbed her arms as if cold - I think you should ...
His gaze ran to the door and I understood what she wanted.
- I changed my will, Dom If something happens to me ....
- Great. - Sniffed, the sarcasm in his voice was noticeable - Now Eleanor will kill you to put the blame on me.
I bit my lip and
saw the mouth of Don start to squirm, trying to smile. I laughed and she gave up.
- On the positive side, at least you have an excellent lawyer.
- Oh, she'll find a way to get rid of my diploma too.
I laughed out loud and she made a comical gesture in my direction, I sending shut up.
- Shh! Holt! - Also sent with a smile.
That beautiful smile.
- On here. - We were almost at the door and I gave her my card - has my cell phone number and company. And ... - I pulled a pen from my pocket - This here is the number of home. - I wrote quickly. In my head, several scenarios were impossible happening where Laura was trying to talk to me and could not. - And for safety, this here is my email. The personal and the professional. I have a twitter too, but never use, do not know how to use ... It's so ...
She was laughing, taking the card from my hand.
- I'll meet you, Holt. I think I have enough information here.
- If you need anything. - I warned softly - Day or night. Whatever it is ... you call me?
- I'll call. - He promised.
- OK. - I was back to the door, waiting. - It's all right. - I added, for no reason. - See you then?
- Greg?
- Sun? - I was frozen in place. I could not move or with an explosion.
- Why Elizabeth? - The whisper was so low and still burst in my ears.
His dark, inquisitive eyes were there. Desperate for an explanation. Any explanation.
- Because I was sad. I was ... angry at you and wanted to hurt you.
- He married a woman just to hurt me? What kind of madman would do such a thing?
- A passionate crazy. - I shook his shoulders.
- Do not be dramatic, Holt.
She gave a slight slap on my shoulder and I had to laugh.
- And Gary? - I would not sleep without that answer.
She bit her smile for a few seconds as if you were having fun with the idea of torturing me.
- Just a friend. - Decided to acquit me. But I still was not sure I believed.
- It's all right.
- It's all right. - She repeated with a smile.
- I think I ... - I pointed to the door.
- I call. Or send an email or a tweet. - He laughed.
- Right. Ahm ... Bye, then.
- Bye, Holt.
She was unsure if embraced me and offered his hand, but we were so close that I decided for her and hugged her.
A heat wave rose uncontrollably through my body. Laura ... in my arms ... did not seem real. She pulled back and smiled, embarrassed.
- See you. - I added.
- Right. - She touched my arm and kissed my cheek. I ran my hand around her waist in an involuntary reflex to which my body wanted desperately to relent.
- I call you. - She was so close.
- Or send an e-mail. - Played, I return the greeting, kissing her cheek. His hands were on my chest. I put one of my hands on one of her hands.
- Good evening. - He wished.
- Good ... - she squeezed against my body to reach the door handle. But the way it extended each contact of a second between us made me give up the caution.
She turned the knob and turned back to me. He would smile and say goodbye again, but I could not stand it.
My mouth touched hers and I felt alive.
For the first time in years, I was alive. I pulled her waist against my body and entreabri his lips.
Ah ... that taste. I had felt such a lack of that taste.
I took his tongue in my and stopped breathing. His hands rose from my chest to my neck, fingers threading through my hair, returning my kiss with the same intensity and longing I felt.
My touch found the space under her blouse and was exploring her stomach. The feel of his skin against mine was enough to make me lose consciousness. The kiss was more voracious, fierce, Laura bit my lip, moaned in my mouth and I was hard. It had been years since I was so hard so fast. Years.
I wanted to squeeze his body against the wall, tear your clothes and kill the homesickness. She let go of my mouth and I stuck my nose in his neck. He groaned again, a tiny, almost imperceptible sound that made my cock throbbing hard.
- Greg? - Called, panting.
- No -. I kissed your mouth slowly - do not send me away. I will not. - She took me by the shoulders and I thought I saw a smile. I touched my forehead and stroked my hair.
- If you stay, you will eat me and you'll regret it.
- I spent many years not eating you, and that's what I regret.
***********
I pulled him by the neck to the bathroom. My nails scratching your skin, sucking her mouth without stopping to breathe. Greg closed the bathroom door and I whispered in the dark.
- You'll have to be quiet.
He growled softly, muffling his voice with his mouth on my neck. His hands were on my waist, under her blouse. Strong, intense, precise. No man touched me as Holt. It was not surprising: no man knew me as Holt. No man made me so horny as Holt.
Greg turned me in the dark bathroom and my arms slammed into something on the counter. Beats resounded the bathroom indicating that, whatever it was, had fallen into the sink. I asked for silence and Holt took my shirt, tucking my breasts in his mouth as if in a parallel plane of existence where it was impossible to hear or think. His saliva touched my hard nipple, his teeth provocandi my sensitivity hungry and moisture between my legs felt.
Was whispering that I was hot, but it was not me he was talking about was himself. The fierce and powerful lust in his breath made me feel exactly as he thought: hot. I took the fingers to the side of the door looking for the switch when Greg ducked sliding the trousers of soft my thighs. Charting kisses on my skin on your way to the ground. I turned on the light and he was almost on his knees in front of me, taking off his pants and underwear for my feet, mouth a few centimeters of my hair. He held one of my thighs between his strong hands, keeping a light touch and slippery the side and the other hand in a firm grip on the inside of my leg up slowly ... I turned sideways, his mouth was on my buttock, I felt the burning bite and heard him groan.
I slid my fingers through his thinning hair and ruffled, wondered if he had given up the gel forever or had just forgotten that time. I think I preferred it that way. The confused and tousled hair. The man full of desire with an irrepressible libido rather than the poster boy of the billion dollar industry always neatly combed. He bit my thigh and butt repeatedly, as if to snatch a piece of me to take with you. I grabbed his arms and pulled him up. I wanted him naked too, but Holt resisted my call and remained kneeling in front of me. Stuck his nose in my hair and kissed me, his eyes closed as if he were taking the first sip of a cold soda after months of restricted diet. His fingers opened me, his tongue slipped through my input and I forgot I had to be quiet.
Holt made a long and painful wheezing.
- I do not need anything else. - Confessed against my clit - just that your moan and I'm already hard and crazy to rip you. - I pulled my knees and put me sitting on the counter.
- What are you doing? - I opened my eyes - Get back there. - I could not let my teeth away from the lips for long.
- I go back, my love, but you will cry.
Now it was I who gave off the painful wheezing through a nozzle tantrum. Greg laughed and kissed me, his hand caused my breasts before going down on my stomach and grab my clit. My muscles twitched wanting to squeeze my thighs, but he put the hip between my legs, keeping me open. Desataquei all its buttons and undressing.
One thing about Gregory was indisputable: he was a fucking delicious man. The lines that divided his stiff muscles seemed to cry with my tongue. The broad shoulders, long arms strong hands, thick thighs, perfect ass and that chest that left wet woman only explore with your fingers.
Massaged my entry with the head of his cock and a long moan escaped my lips. I closed my eyes. I was so homesick that Dick did not want him to do anything: not need to be seduced, I do not want any more prelimi
nary to heat. I just wanted him to fuck me. He slipped into me too fast and I was sure that he would be facing the same problem as me. Kept open legs and the butt resting on the counter while Gregory punched with an increasingly familiar rhythm. Entreabri lips and let me moan, every new thrust my groan entrecortava breathless and shrill, crazy one Holt who ate me with more and more violence.
His fingers were in my new clit, rubbing with force, causing hurt a delicious way. I bit her mouth, stifling her moans, her free hand me holding steady at the hip.
There were no words between us.
I had no room for any reason. It was only touches, looks, feelings ... Years of accumulated horny, a forced withdrawal, of a repressed desire. Holt was fucking me so hard I had to slow down. Each new thrust was brutal, tearing me back and he was there for a split second, with threaded stick to the stalk in my body as if to breathe before doing it again. And so he did: go out and entered with an even bigger voracity. If he was killed nostalgia or anger, I could not tell. Maybe it was a perfect combination of the two.
Scratched his chest and arms, he had decreased the intensity and increased speed. He found a rhythm that went crazy and I closed my eyes. The tension was focused on my groin and I knew it was not just a momentary voltage sex. It was the tension of so many years. Ali prey. Screaming, begging, begging for relief.
Relief that only one man in the world could give.
I started screaming and he clapped my mouth. Gemi biting her fingers, my whole body exploding it. Her arms were around me, holding me against him, making my orgasm continue. His teeth dug into my chin and I knew he was coming with me.
His sweat cooled my skin. He caught his breath and the sound of his breathing calmed me down. He still had his arms around her and no intention of letting him go. I rested my head on his shoulder and felt out of me. Holt did not let me go. His hands were still on my waist, pulling me closer to the body, so let me penetrate. The trail of kisses followed the curve of my neck and I spent my nails gently through his neck, in a quiet cuddle.
- I think my legs are giving up. - Hugged me, playing and supported the entire body weight on me, feigning fatigue.
- Oh, Holt! - Ri - Loose!
- Woman! - He reproached me. It was delightful to hear him laugh. More delicious than anything else. It was contagious. - It will not start that again, are you?
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