Moving On (Rolling Thunder #7) - P.J. Fiala Page 0,53
something is wrong with me that I don't have that connection with anyone and never have."
"You have me. You make me feel like I can change the world."
His heart hurt for her. She was right though she hadn't made that amazing connection with anyone. A friend. Someone of the same sex who she could shop with, have fun with, enjoy time with.
A sad smile formed on her pretty face. "And I am eternally grateful for you. And, I love you so much. But, I don't have girlfriends. Or even, a girlfriend to have coffee with or a shopping day."
"Don't you think a lot of that is because you've always been focused on yourself or getting Dog's attention? And, I'm not trying to cause trouble, but you've never really put yourself out there as someone who gave a shit about anyone else."
He watched her swallow a big lump in her throat and her eyes welled with tears. Sniffing she angrily swiped at her eyes. "You're one hundred percent right. How is it that you love me then?"
He set his cup on the table and closed the distance between them.
"I love you because I do. I see in you the person I used to be so many years ago. Lost. Afraid. Alone. All of that makes my heart want to be connected to yours. The fact that your past has kept you from making lasting relationships is who you were. This person right here before me now, who has learned some incredibly hard lessons, and has been working on herself, just had a realization that life can be different. You’ve been working on becoming the new you since prison and more so with your counselling sessions with Greg. You’ve started to make friends with your co-workers at Forget Me Nots. And those are the things that make me love you more. You're still doing the hard work. Admitting weaknesses and faults is the hard work. You think I haven't done that in the past? Shit, Lu, the whole time you were in prison I was doing all my hard work. It's what led me to Greg and his church. It's what led me back to you when I would have walked away that first year. It's what propels me forward now to do what's good for me. And for you."
Her arms wrapped around him and she cried softly into his t-shirt. He kept his left arm wrapped around her waist as his right hand came up and cupped her head to his chest. His heartbeat increased and for the first time since she'd come home from prison and they'd gotten together, he felt, deep in his bones, that they were going to make it and would always be stronger together. It was a bonus that his body responded to this moment, too. He'd been worried when he hadn't had an erection since his accident. He was healing and getting back in the game. His left hand slid down her back and to her ass, pulling her body into his.
She froze for a split second, then moved her hips back and forth against his thickening penis and his breathing hitched.
Her hands slid down his ass and realizing he was only wearing underwear, she smiled, slid her thumbs into his briefs and pulled them down as far as she could reach. This morning was definitely looking up.
35
It had been a couple of weeks since they'd had sex. The week prior since he’d been working at Rolling Thunder to get ready for the ride, she'd thought of him several times and 'helped herself' more than once as images of him filled her mind. She wasn't sorry.
As her hands pulled his briefs down around his fine ass, his skin heated, and the firmness of his ass felt wonderful against her fingertips. Flattening her hands on his ass, she enjoyed the feel of him.
His lips sought hers and her fingers floated around his hips and found his erect full penis straining forward. Her right hand wrapped around his girth, the softness of the skin such contrast to the ruggedness of the man. When her thumb floated over the tip, it jerked in her hand and precum formed at the tip. Swirling her thumb through its wetness, she covered the head of his penis in his precum and pumped his length with her other hand. Finding his balls, tightening in her hands, the course hairs and smoothness of his skin opposites, was thrilling to her.