over his arms as he lines up with my pussy. A split second later, he is buried balls deep. Not hesitating at all, he starts to forcefully thrust in and out. He’s so big and he is going so deep, it causes a wave of pain to shoot through my body. But the pain quickly turns into pleasure.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls out, rotating his hips to go even deeper. “Nothing has ever felt as good as being deep inside you.”
He pulls out then thrusts forward again, pulling a moan from my lips. “Yes, just like that.”
Without missing a stroke, he pushes me up the bed. As he releases my legs, he comes down on top of me. His lips are on mine as his thrusts gain speed. He keeps going deeper and deeper, drawing me closer to the edge. I wrap my legs around him, matching his rhythm. He lets out a growl of approval and grinds against me, rubbing my clit just the way he knows I like.
When he goes in deep once again, my body goes up in flames. My legs tighten around him as an explosive orgasm rockets through me. He glides into me once, twice, and then growls his release against my lips. We both lie still for a moment, gasping for breath. Finally, he places a soft but sensual kiss on my lips and rolls away.
I lie still as he takes off the condom and throws it in the trash before jerking up his jeans. He doesn’t even bother with the zipper as he lies back and throws an arm over his eyes. I can hear him taking in deep breaths, and my heart starts to pound as I realize what I did. I proved his words right. I’m a whore and always will be. He stomped all over my heart and had me in bed within the blink of an eye.
“Don’t ever doubt how much I care about you, Lisa,” he says, drawing me away from my thoughts. “I’ve never cared about a woman the way I care about you.”
I want to tell him how bad he hurt me, how much it still hurts. I would love to ask him why he has never told me he loves me, if he cares about me so much. Instead, I close my eyes and say, “I know you do, Round.”
4
Round
My tires roll over the gravel driveway of the cemetery, slowly bringing me to a stop a few feet from a row of headstones. I haven’t been here in a long time, not since the day we put my wife in the ground. In fact, I’ve done my best to stay the fuck away from the place. It’s filled with nothing but reminders of my failures.
Climbing from my bike, I head to Shelia’s grave first. My hand rests upon her cold stone as my eyes close, and I send up a silent prayer for strength. Giving my head a shake, I look down and see a fresh bouquet of pink roses, and a proud smile spreads across my face. Smoke’s taking care of his sister, even if I’m not.
“Miss you, sweetheart. Miss you more every damn day,” I say to her stone, hoping like hell she can hear me. “I dream about you every night, about your smile. Not a day goes by that you aren’t on my mind. You shouldn’t be here. I was supposed to go before any of y’all did. I would give my own life just to hear you laugh one more time.”
I wait a second, hoping for some type of response. I’m not crazy enough to actually expect one, but she could send me a sign. A gust of wind, one of the butterflies she used to chase, any fucking thing. Of course, nothing comes.
Taking in a deep breath, I say, “Sorry for not coming here more often. It’s not something that’s easy for me to do. I feel stupid talking to some stone with your name on it, knowing you’re not really here with me.”
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out one of her favorite candy bars and lay it on her headstone. The few times I’ve been here, I’ve always brought one. My little girl was never much on flowers, but she loved candy.
Laying my hand on Shelia’s headstone, I give her an order. “I’m gonna go talk to your momma, and what I got to say is between the two of us. So if you can