He’s up in an instant and has his arms wrapped around me. “I’m sorry, Shay.”
I shake my head against his hard chest, tears streaming down my face un-checked. “No, Bowie. She’s okay; I just saw her. I know she’s okay.”
“Baby,” He whispers out. “I’m sorry, but she’s gone.”
His words feel like a ten-ton weight on my shoulders, crushing me. I nearly fall to the floor, but he hooks his arm under my knees and lifts me up. Carrying me close to his chest, he walks through the trailer. A moment later, he is crawling onto a bed. He keeps me snuggled closely to his chest as he rocks my body back and forth. “Shhh.”
I lean against him, giving him my weight. I let the tears fall as memories of my mom fill my mind. Baking chocolate chip cookies, braiding my hair, teaching me to swim, dancing in the living room to silly songs from the fifties… On and on, my mind moves from one memory to another. Flashes of my beautiful mother plays in my head as I cry myself to sleep.
Better Man
Bowie
She keeps crying until she finally falls asleep in my arms. Raising my hand to my chest, I feel the dampness Shay left behind. Hell, I didn’t know a person could shed that many tears. I hold her even as she sleeps, afraid that the tears will come back when she wakes up.
After only a few minutes, I feel her shift in my arms. I tighten my grip but she wiggles loose. The moment her eyes open, she crawls from my lap without saying a word. I watch as she walks out of the bedroom and opens the first door she comes to, closing it she moves onto the next. She walks inside and shuts the door behind her. A minute later, I hear the shower start.
I lean against the headboard and close my eyes, trying to work the image of her in so much pain out of my brain. As I sit there, I hear a muffled sob. My body goes alert and I sit up. Another sob, this one louder, reaches my ear. They continue to get louder, filled with more pain. I hold myself still, forcing myself not to go to her, but my resolve breaks when I hear my name whispered in a heart wrenching voice.
In an instant, I am off the bed and down the hall. I grab the doorknob and try to turn it, but it’s locked. Fuck! Pulling my knife out, I pop the lock and go inside. The shower curtain in closed and the water is running, but the sound of her pain fills the room.
“Shay?”
She whimpers and I watch as her shadow slides down the wall. I can barely make out her form, curled into a ball in the tub. Not thinking, I kick off my boots and throw my cutt onto the sink. Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it onto the floor with Shay’s discarded clothes. Then, I place my gun and knife on top of my cutt. Dumping the contents of my pockets beside them, I pull the shower curtain back.
Shay looks up and says, “It hurts so bad.”
Not caring about the water, I step inside with my jeans still on and pull her up. As I wrap my arms around her, she lifts her hands to my face. “Make it stop hurting, make me forget.”
Shit! I know what she’s asking, but I also know she’ll regret it later. It’s grief talking now, and I can’t give her what she wants. “Now’s not the time, baby.”
She stares up at me, searching my face. “You promised.”
“What?” I ask, not following her.
“You promised Mom that you would make me happy.”
I shake my head. “You don’t want this, Shay. Not like this, not when you’re hurting so bad.”
Her hand moves down to my jean covered cock, and she gives me a tight squeeze. “No, I need this. It hurts so bad; please, take it away. Help me.”
I look into her determined eyes, as my dick hardens. If I were a better man I would put up more of a fight, but I’m not and fuck if I don’t want her worse than I have ever wanted anything in my life. Lowering my head, I place my lips on hers. As soon as I make contact, she opens her mouth and sends her tongue across the seam of my lips. I follow her lead, tasting her. Shit, she tastes just as good as I remember. With that taste, I’m no longer following her lead; I’m leading her. My teeth nip at her mouth claiming every hot inch of it.
My hands skate down her back and over the curve of her ass, my fingers bite into her flesh as I squeeze and knead her flesh. I push her back into the wall, pinning her in place with my mouth and hips. It’s in that moment I realize I have Shay naked and needy in my arms. My already hard cock throbs behind my zipper. The stiff peaks of her nipples graze against my chest and I groan. Shit, she’s fuckin’ perfection.
Pulling my lips from hers, I nip a trail to her ear, sucking the delicate lobe before whispering, “What do you need, baby? Say it and it’s yours.”