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“That depends on if you think thirty-five is too old,” I say.
She covers my restless hand with hers. “I’ve never been into guys my own age. They’re childish and unfocused. I’ve always known what I wanted out of life, and it’s just this past year that got me off track.”
Laying down, I turn on my side to face her and she rolls from her back so that we’re practically nose to nose. “Tell me,” I say. “What did you want?”
“To be a massage therapist, which I kind of am.”
“You’re great at it,” I tell her. “I’m planning on being a regular client.”
She looks down at my chest, pressing her palms to my skin, her eyes straying further down to my still raging cock. Her cheeks turn pink and her eyes shoot back to mine.
“I never got my license,” she says. “I still have to take the test. There was so much going on after the fire, and without Grandpa, I felt lost.”
“The fire?” I ask.
Her head tips down to rest against my shoulder. “I didn’t point it out on the tour because it hurts to look at. But that slab close to the construction wall? That used to be our house. I wanted to rebuild it with the insurance money.” Her hands clench into fists. “There was supposed to be more than enough. But Uncle Oliver says I’m only getting ten thousand.”
I want to break that weasel’s neck if he lied. “You say your grandfather showed you his last will?”
“And the insurance. I don’t care about the money except to rebuild the house,” she says, anguish in her voice. “But Grandpa was a planner. And he loved me. He knew Uncle Oliver was already settled, so he made me the main beneficiary. I was supposed to get close to a million dollars.”
“Holy fuck,” I whisper, outraged.
“It makes me sound so mercenary,” she sniffles. “I’m really not like that. I’d be happy with just enough to build the house again, like it was. It’s the least I can do to honor grandpa, I owe him that much.”
I pull her into my arms. “I know,” I say. “I can tell that’s how you are.” Anyone who’d live in a van to stay close to her family home doesn’t give a shit about money. This delicate angel in my embrace makes me feel small and unworthy.
Until she tips her head back and finds my mouth again. Her kiss makes me remember she’s naked under her robe and my fingers return to their journey down her smooth belly. She sighs against my mouth, and a tear rolls slowly down her face. “I have to tell you something else…” she whispers.
“Anything,” I reply, brushing the tear from her cheek.
She exhales, like she is bracing herself. But nothing she could tell me would change my mind about her. Finally, she forms the words that must have been weighing so heavily on her, “The fire… it was my fault. I was going out that night and wanted to save Grandpa from eating another crappy TV dinner, so Imade him a lasagna. I left it heating in the oven… but he didn’t know, he missed the timer, and by the time he must’ve realized, it was too late. The smoke was too much,” she lets it all out, tears falling the whole time. I can’t imagine the guilt she must be feeling, how much this must have been weighing on her.
“Hey, look at me,” I say, raising her chin so she meets my eyes. “It was a mistake,” I continue, “you were trying to help him, there is no way you could have known that would happen when you put that lasagna in the oven. I’m sure he would still be proud of you, for trying to save the beach and rebuild his legacy. I am so sorry that this happened to you.” I finish, and kiss the tears on both her cheeks.
She looks up at me with a shaky smile. “It’s so nice to be able to tell you this. I really wanted you to understand. I hope we can get the property back.”
“I do, and we will,” I tell her. What I don’t tell her is that it’s not as simple as she thinks. There are already plans in motion, contracts lined up. If not me, it will be someone else. Her hand sliding up my chest and her soft whimper as my fingers ease between her thighs makes me forget.
Her pussy is slick and hot and when I find her swollen clit, she breaks our searing kiss. Her head drops back onto the comforter and I watch as her eyes flutter shut.
“Oh, what is that?” she murmurs, her hips arching into my touch. I flatten my palm against her smooth mound and push my fingers deeper into her slippery folds. My cock is straining, dripping and more than ready to be inside her. “Brian,” she gasps. “Oh my God…”
It’s almost as if she’s never experienced something like this before.
My fingers still and her chest rises and falls in protest. She grips my hand and pushes it between her thighs again, squeezing her legs together.
“Don’t stop,” she moans. “It feels so good.”
Holy shit. She’s going to make me come without being anywhere near her hot little pussy.
“Is this your first time?” I ask. “Are you a virgin?”
Her cheeks turn red, but she still shoves at my hand. “Yes,” she admits.
I can’t help but grin, looking her up and down. Dark hair fanned out around her, blushing cheeks, and her kiss-swollen lower lip firmly between her teeth. Chest heaving and a pleading look in her eyes. “Make me feel like that again,” she begs. “Don’t stop. This is what I want.”
I take her pushy hand in mine and kiss it before placing it on the bed beside her face. As soon as I begin to circle her clit again, she writhes and moans. I slide one finger inside her, almost passing out at how tight and wet she is.
