me.
Remembering the manic laughter on the phone, I went through every room, locking all the doors and windows. When I was satisfied, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the couch. I couldn’t understand how someone could be so twisted and sick but remembered all the evil I’d seen in the Middle East. I remembered the day we baled hay and Jackson had charmed that snake as if he was the devil himself. Maybe he was.
Shivering, I forced myself to think about something else. I thought about Libby and how much I loved her... how much I wanted her. I’d loved her for so long; I couldn’t imagine my life with anyone else. There was only Libby. I drained the rest of my beer and threw the bottle in the trash.
The walk upstairs was slower this time; my leg had stiffened up and was throbbing. I peeked in on Libby and made sure she was still sleeping. She lay on her stomach, with a leg hanging over the side. Her pants had pulled up to her knee, revealing her dainty foot and firm calf muscles. I felt myself twitch with desire and I sighed before closing the door. I was as bad as some horny 16 year old. Shaking my head, I decided to take a shower and try to get my leg and my body to relax. Neither cooperated so I toweled off and threw on a pair of boxers before climbing into my empty bed.
It was 2 am when I heard the floorboards creaking in the hall. My hand crept towards the drawer of my nightstand where my Beretta lay, fully loaded. The handle of the door slowly turned and my nerves tightened as the door swung open.
“Cole?” Libby whispered as her head peeked in. My hand dropped from the drawer and I reached for the light as I sat up. The light blinded me for a second and I rubbed my eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked as she stared at me. I’d forgotten that I was half-naked. I used to never worry about Libby seeing me, we’d run around every summer half-clothed. But her seeing the multitude of jagged scars that crisscrossed my body horrified me. I expected to see the same horror I was feeling showing on Libby’s face but was surprised to see what looked like desire. Still, I grabbed a shirt and pulled it over my head as Libby padded over to me.
“I had a nightmare and I woke up alone and I just…” she trailed off.
“It’s okay, Lib. What was it about?”
“Just him, laughing. I woke up shaking.” I stood up and gathered her in a hug. It felt so right having her there.
“It’s alright, Lib. I’m here and nothing’s going to hurt you.” She clung to me, her body fitting into the curves of mine.
“Cole?” Libby looked up at me, a bit of a blush on her face.
“Hmm?”
“I need you,” she whispered.
“I’m here,” I assured her. “You have me.”
“I mean, I want you,” she murmured.
“Libby,”
“ Shh.” She trailed her hand down my chest until it rested at the hem of my shirt. She started to pull it up and I sucked in a breath. I was already unbelievably turned on and talking was about to become difficult.
“Libby,” I started but she shushed me again.
“How long have you wanted me, Cole?” She asked, her hands wrapping around my waist.
“A long time.” My voice was hoarse as I answered.
“Why did you wait?” She was looking right at me now and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
“I didn’t want you to feel rushed,” I murmured, reaching for her arms and holding them still. “I wanted it to be right, I want us to be right.”
“We are right, Cole,” she whispered , grabbing my shirt and lifting it. I raised my arms and she slid it over my head and tossed it onto the floor. I used to be able to force my heart rate to slow but it was pounding against my ribcage as Libby’s fingers trailed the length of my scars, gently exploring the ridges of my skin. My mind was so full of my need to take her that my control was nearly gone.
My mouth covered hers, hot with desire. Gone was the clumsy kiss of the young man that had kissed her nearly five years
Remembering the manic laughter on the phone, I went through every room, locking all the doors and windows. When I was satisfied, I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the couch. I couldn’t understand how someone could be so twisted and sick but remembered all the evil I’d seen in the Middle East. I remembered the day we baled hay and Jackson had charmed that snake as if he was the devil himself. Maybe he was.
Shivering, I forced myself to think about something else. I thought about Libby and how much I loved her... how much I wanted her. I’d loved her for so long; I couldn’t imagine my life with anyone else. There was only Libby. I drained the rest of my beer and threw the bottle in the trash.
The walk upstairs was slower this time; my leg had stiffened up and was throbbing. I peeked in on Libby and made sure she was still sleeping. She lay on her stomach, with a leg hanging over the side. Her pants had pulled up to her knee, revealing her dainty foot and firm calf muscles. I felt myself twitch with desire and I sighed before closing the door. I was as bad as some horny 16 year old. Shaking my head, I decided to take a shower and try to get my leg and my body to relax. Neither cooperated so I toweled off and threw on a pair of boxers before climbing into my empty bed.
It was 2 am when I heard the floorboards creaking in the hall. My hand crept towards the drawer of my nightstand where my Beretta lay, fully loaded. The handle of the door slowly turned and my nerves tightened as the door swung open.
“Cole?” Libby whispered as her head peeked in. My hand dropped from the drawer and I reached for the light as I sat up. The light blinded me for a second and I rubbed my eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked as she stared at me. I’d forgotten that I was half-naked. I used to never worry about Libby seeing me, we’d run around every summer half-clothed. But her seeing the multitude of jagged scars that crisscrossed my body horrified me. I expected to see the same horror I was feeling showing on Libby’s face but was surprised to see what looked like desire. Still, I grabbed a shirt and pulled it over my head as Libby padded over to me.
“I had a nightmare and I woke up alone and I just…” she trailed off.
“It’s okay, Lib. What was it about?”
“Just him, laughing. I woke up shaking.” I stood up and gathered her in a hug. It felt so right having her there.
“It’s alright, Lib. I’m here and nothing’s going to hurt you.” She clung to me, her body fitting into the curves of mine.
“Cole?” Libby looked up at me, a bit of a blush on her face.
“Hmm?”
“I need you,” she whispered.
“I’m here,” I assured her. “You have me.”
“I mean, I want you,” she murmured.
“Libby,”
“ Shh.” She trailed her hand down my chest until it rested at the hem of my shirt. She started to pull it up and I sucked in a breath. I was already unbelievably turned on and talking was about to become difficult.
“Libby,” I started but she shushed me again.
“How long have you wanted me, Cole?” She asked, her hands wrapping around my waist.
“A long time.” My voice was hoarse as I answered.
“Why did you wait?” She was looking right at me now and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
“I didn’t want you to feel rushed,” I murmured, reaching for her arms and holding them still. “I wanted it to be right, I want us to be right.”
“We are right, Cole,” she whispered , grabbing my shirt and lifting it. I raised my arms and she slid it over my head and tossed it onto the floor. I used to be able to force my heart rate to slow but it was pounding against my ribcage as Libby’s fingers trailed the length of my scars, gently exploring the ridges of my skin. My mind was so full of my need to take her that my control was nearly gone.
My mouth covered hers, hot with desire. Gone was the clumsy kiss of the young man that had kissed her nearly five years
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