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She narrows her eyes. “You’re playing with me….”
I chuckle, sucking her nipple hard, making her moan as my cock weeps precum. Slowly, I move my tongue down her body, circling her belly button, enjoying the smoothness of her skin, andthen move my tongue further down.
I keep one hand on the shower wall while using the other to grip my hard cock, stroking it from base to tip, twisting as I go. The image of her lying naked on our bed slams into me hard as I remember how I played with her body that night.
“Lucas, please….” She gasps as I start to kiss her lower belly, promising to put my baby in there if I haven’t already.
“What do you need, baby?” I whisper, trailing my fingers over her hardened nipples, her breathing getting heavier.
“I-I…” she stutters as I poke my tongue out and slowly lick over her enlarged clit.
“I need words, baby. What do you need?” I rasp, my tongue still gently licking her clit, before moving down to her entrance.
I groan, tasting my cum mixed with hers from earlier, and gently poke my tongue inside, loving how tight she feels, that I’m the only one to have her.
“I-I need to come please, please…” she begs, and I grin before going back to her clit, sucking it hard in pulses, and making her fly.
I groan as I squeeze my cock hard, my hand moving faster and faster, the memory pulling my orgasm from me, cum painting the shower wall.
I slow my hand then press my forehead against the wall, rasping, “I miss you, my Pixie.”
Fuck, I wish I had opened my eyes before that day. I wished I had claimed her when she was sixteen. The club would have been on board; all I had to do was ensure nothing happened until her eighteenth birthday, but instead, I stayed away, thinking she only saw me as her best friend’s big brother.
And now I’ve fucking lost her…until we get the footage from the bitch.
Shaking my head, I climb out of the shower, wrap a towel around my waist, and lean my hands on the counter, dropping my head.
I feel like I can’t breathe. I wish I had knocked her up that night. I didn’t use a condom on purpose, and knowing I was her first, the chances she was on any birth control were low, but I didn’t hear anything about a baby. I know my girl, she would have contacted me.
Fuck, why didn’t she get pregnant?
Anger takes hold again, just like the last time I climbed out of the shower and smashed the mirror.
Taking deep breaths, having promised Shelly I wouldn’t hurt myself, I go to my room and grab the pen and paper I have on Kennedy’s dressing table—and yes, it’s hers. I drove past her momma’s place not long after she left and saw Ken’s belongings thrown near the trash can. I called Phil, our prospect, Smokey’s woman’sex-partner,and father of her child, to collect it and bring it here.
All of her clothes and trinkets, which she left behind, are in this table and walk-in closet, ready for when she moves in.
I did knock on the door to ask what the fuck, but there was no answer, andI’mbeginning to think something wasn’t right at home for my girl, Nick and his near rape of Ken coming to mind.
Did her parents have something to do with him?
Sighing, I take a seat and put pen to paper like I always do when I feel like this.
My Dearest Pixie,
Seven months, baby, fucking seven months, and you’re still gone.
My anger is getting worse. Every time I think of you, and I remember the shit that got us to this place, I flip.
For years you were all I wanted, and for years, I kept back thinking you didn’t want me, and now…now that I know you feel the same and yet I can’t fucking have you…it hurts, baby.
I sit up and take a deep breath. In every letter I’ve written, I haven’t explained the Prue situation, but I think this time, I need to—if only to get it out on paper and release the pain.
Prue and I, we were never a couple, Pixie. We went on four dates, that’s it, and yes, I did fuck her once, which I regretted instantly. We were never boyfriend and girlfriend. Every time you saw her at the hospital, she wasn’t there with me.She was usually there to fuck some idiot in the on-call room.
You were all I could and still can see, Kennedy. You own my heart, body, and soul, and not having you here with me…. I’m drowning, baby.
I love you, my Pixie. Please, come back to me soon.
