so far tonight. I push up behind her, teasing her at first. Ellie pouts, letting out a little girly whimper. I can’t keep her waiting, so I oblige, entering her with a deep thrust.
“Oh, yes!” she squeals, and I wish I could see her face, her mouth open in sheer pleasure.
The door has been completely forgotten. All she feels is me.
I pump into her, her fluids coating me with warmth. Unbidden, I think about sitting in front of the fireplace with Kate in the den. I’d gotten too involved that night, and now I need to reverse it.
I have to move on, away from Kate. I’ve got to get her out of my mind.
Ellie’s moans grow louder, and each time I pound into her, I repeat “move on” in my head.
“I. Can’t. Hold. On,” Ellie pants before she buries her face in the blankets and screams out her satisfaction.
I thrust into her a few more times, deeper and deeper until I shove myself in as far as I can and let out a deep groan. Ellie’s still breathing into the mattress when I pull out and fall on the bed beside her.
Moving. On.
~*~
I throw on my clothes with Ellie’s gaze hard on my back. Tossing my shirt over my head, I spin around to face her. “What?”
She sits on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. “You’re not working tonight,” she states, peering up at me through long lashes.
I shrug. “So?”
“Then why here?” Her voice cracks a little, and I wonder if she’s thinking of my brother and how, at my house, she feels closer to him even though she’s fucking me. Maybe that thought makes what we do easier for her.
“Because this is where I was tonight,” I say, slipping into my shoes.
“You hate being here.”
I button up my shirt, ignoring her. I don’t appreciate her giving me the third degree.
“Does this have to do with the girl you were with last night?” Ellie asks.
I about piss myself. How the hell does she know about Kate?
“What girl?”
Ellie shifts nervously on the bed. “I, uh, ran into your dad and he said you were having dinner with some girl.”
Some girl?
I puff out a laugh. If that’s all she knows, it’s no big deal. Hell, I’m not sure why it’s a big deal if she knows anyway. “What, are you jealous or something?”
She hesitates, her eyes wandering around the room, never landing on me. “Of course not. You’re free to…do whatever you want.”
I have no idea where she’s going with this conversation.
She slides off the bed. “Liam would have—”
Oh, that’s what this is about.
I yank back the curtain too hard. I hate when she compares the two of us, when anyone does. “I don’t want to discuss Liam, all right? He’s dead. He’s not coming back. Get over it.”
Ellie grabs her purse, looking like she might cry. I was a little harsh, but damn, it’s been two years since he died.
“Fine,” she rasps out. “I’ll see myself out.”
“Call you later,” I say, but she doesn’t answer.
~*~
I make my way back to Dad’s office. Kate has crept back into my mind, and I feel obligated to find out how she’s doing before I leave. It was my phone call that brought her here in the first place. A few hours ago, I’d been sitting by her side in her bedroom watching as she gasped for air. Scariest shit I’ve ever seen.
Her file is still on the desk. As I walk past, I pick it up, rescuing it from falling to the floor. I dump it back in the middle and try to ignore it, but I can’t. It draws me in. Going back to where I left off, I begin to read again.
I’m so engrossed that I don’t hear my dad come in.
“Patient information is confidential,” he says, and I jerk my head up.
“I’m not the one who left it out for the world to see,” I retort. “How is she?”
Dad sinks down in a chair opposite me, where his patients usually sit. Kate and her parents have probably sat there many times.
“She’s checked in to a room now.” He takes off his glasses and places them gently on the desk.
“That’s not
“Oh, yes!” she squeals, and I wish I could see her face, her mouth open in sheer pleasure.
The door has been completely forgotten. All she feels is me.
I pump into her, her fluids coating me with warmth. Unbidden, I think about sitting in front of the fireplace with Kate in the den. I’d gotten too involved that night, and now I need to reverse it.
I have to move on, away from Kate. I’ve got to get her out of my mind.
Ellie’s moans grow louder, and each time I pound into her, I repeat “move on” in my head.
“I. Can’t. Hold. On,” Ellie pants before she buries her face in the blankets and screams out her satisfaction.
I thrust into her a few more times, deeper and deeper until I shove myself in as far as I can and let out a deep groan. Ellie’s still breathing into the mattress when I pull out and fall on the bed beside her.
Moving. On.
~*~
I throw on my clothes with Ellie’s gaze hard on my back. Tossing my shirt over my head, I spin around to face her. “What?”
She sits on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. “You’re not working tonight,” she states, peering up at me through long lashes.
I shrug. “So?”
“Then why here?” Her voice cracks a little, and I wonder if she’s thinking of my brother and how, at my house, she feels closer to him even though she’s fucking me. Maybe that thought makes what we do easier for her.
“Because this is where I was tonight,” I say, slipping into my shoes.
“You hate being here.”
I button up my shirt, ignoring her. I don’t appreciate her giving me the third degree.
“Does this have to do with the girl you were with last night?” Ellie asks.
I about piss myself. How the hell does she know about Kate?
“What girl?”
Ellie shifts nervously on the bed. “I, uh, ran into your dad and he said you were having dinner with some girl.”
Some girl?
I puff out a laugh. If that’s all she knows, it’s no big deal. Hell, I’m not sure why it’s a big deal if she knows anyway. “What, are you jealous or something?”
She hesitates, her eyes wandering around the room, never landing on me. “Of course not. You’re free to…do whatever you want.”
I have no idea where she’s going with this conversation.
She slides off the bed. “Liam would have—”
Oh, that’s what this is about.
I yank back the curtain too hard. I hate when she compares the two of us, when anyone does. “I don’t want to discuss Liam, all right? He’s dead. He’s not coming back. Get over it.”
Ellie grabs her purse, looking like she might cry. I was a little harsh, but damn, it’s been two years since he died.
“Fine,” she rasps out. “I’ll see myself out.”
“Call you later,” I say, but she doesn’t answer.
~*~
I make my way back to Dad’s office. Kate has crept back into my mind, and I feel obligated to find out how she’s doing before I leave. It was my phone call that brought her here in the first place. A few hours ago, I’d been sitting by her side in her bedroom watching as she gasped for air. Scariest shit I’ve ever seen.
Her file is still on the desk. As I walk past, I pick it up, rescuing it from falling to the floor. I dump it back in the middle and try to ignore it, but I can’t. It draws me in. Going back to where I left off, I begin to read again.
I’m so engrossed that I don’t hear my dad come in.
“Patient information is confidential,” he says, and I jerk my head up.
“I’m not the one who left it out for the world to see,” I retort. “How is she?”
Dad sinks down in a chair opposite me, where his patients usually sit. Kate and her parents have probably sat there many times.
“She’s checked in to a room now.” He takes off his glasses and places them gently on the desk.
“That’s not
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