‘I walked out of his office and a few minutes later he collapsed and died. I killed him Jade.’
‘What? No!’ She cups my face and raises it to meet hers. This time she doesn’t hold back the tears that now fall from her eyes. ‘You didn’t kill him.’ The conviction in her voice has me almost believing her, but sadly I know better. I’ll forever feel responsible for his death.
Confessing what I’ve done makes me feel lighter somehow, like a weight has been lifted. I know it won’t change anything, but I feel freer for finally voicing my guilt. It’s ludicrous the amount of trust I have in her after such a short amount of time, but I trust her with my life.
She’s my happy place.
Walking her backwards, I enter her apartment and kick the door closed with my heel. Spinning her around, I pin her to the back of the door before crashing my lips into hers.
‘I need you, Jade … I need you so much, I ache.’ I hear my voice crack as I speak. I can’t hold my emotions in any longer.
It’s time to lose myself in my girl and try to forget all my problems for a while.
JADE
Brock’s hands and mouth are everywhere. I’ve been pining for him all week and I’m craving this just as much as he is. I honestly thought we were over … I’m so glad that’s not the case. I’ve missed him more than words can convey.
When I feel dampness on my cheek, I know he’s shedding silent tears, and that breaks my heart. I hate that he shut me out, but more than anything, I hate that I wasn’t there to comfort him during his suffering.
Sliding his hand behind my knee, he lifts my leg, placing it on his hip. His fingers dance over my skin until he’s cupping my arse in his hands. I moan into his mouth when he pushes his erection against my centre.
I slide my hands underneath his jacket and push it off his shoulders. Shrugging out of it, he tosses it across the room. I undo the tie around his neck. Gripping the hem of my T-shirt—or should I say his T-shirt—he rips it over my head.
‘I love that you’re not wearing a bra,’ he breathes as he palms my breasts. When his hands skim down to my hips and grasp the side of my underwear, I quickly place my hand over his.
‘Please don’t rip these, they’re my favourites.’
Pulling out of the kiss, his hooded eyes meet mine before he takes a step back. I feel my face flush red when his eyes travel down my body, a smug smile tugging at his lips.
When I arrived home from the funeral today, I headed straight for my bathroom. I’ll admit I shed a few tears when I was in the shower, but I sucked it up the minute I was out. My heart was hurting bad, but I knew losing Brock had the potential to destroy me if I let it. I flat-out refused to let this thing between us beat me. Like the rest of the shit I’ve been through in my life, I knew I’d bounce back eventually. I always do.
Although my future without him looked bleak, it didn’t stop me from shamelessly dressing in my Brock attire. It was all I had left. I wanted to feel close to him anyway I could. I spent the rest of the day vegging in front of the television watching the cooking channel and binge eating an entire tub of Ben & Jerry’s choc-chip cookie dough ice-cream.
‘Is that my underwear?’ I can tell he’s trying not to laugh as he speaks.
‘No … yes,’ I finally admit. Somebody kill me now. This is the pair I brought back from New York.
‘And here I thought you couldn’t get any sexier. Goddamn, woman.’ His words only seem to heighten my embarrassment. ‘Looks like someone was missing me as much as I was missing them,’ he says smugly, stepping forwards and pressing his hard body into mine.
Of course I was missing him, but I refuse to admit it. I’ve already embarrassed myself enough by getting caught wearing his clothes like a damn stalker. His mouth trails kisses across my jaw.
‘I love that you’re wearing my clothes,’ he whispers in my ear. ‘Fucking love it,’ he adds, sucking my earlobe between his lips, ‘but, they need to go.’
Reefing the boxer briefs down my legs, I step out of them and kick them to the side. As I reach for his belt buckle, he captures my hands, lifting and pinning them above my head. Sliding his loosened tie from around his neck, he wraps it around my wrists.
‘Don’t move your arms from this position,’ he commands. There’s something so hot about him ordering me around. Pushing his knee between my legs, he parts them. His mouth captures mine again as one of his hands slide between my thighs. ‘Christ, you’re so wet,’ he groans into my mouth, as his fingers circle my clit.
‘Oh, Brock,’ I moan as my legs begin to tremble. I’ve missed his touch. His other hand moves behind me, sliding over my arse cheeks and between my legs from behind. I already feel like I’m going to come when he plunges two of his delicious fingers deep inside me. Pushing my hips forwards, I widen my stance. God, this feels incredible.