FADE INTO ALWAYS
Part Three of the FADE series
KATE DAWES
Copyright © 2012 by Kate Dawes
All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the US Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written consent of the Author.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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ONE
Max called me a “dream girl.”
What was I supposed to say after that? Nothing, I hope, because I couldn’t have said anything at that moment even if I’d wanted to. There was no buildup to the crying outburst. It just happened suddenly.
Through my sobs I could hear him saying, “Let me come get you.”
I managed to say “Okay,” and he told me he was on his way.
I went to see if Krystal was around, to let her know Max was coming over and I was glad to find that she had gone out. I really wanted the place to myself rather than being locked up in my bedroom.
What was I going to say to him? What was he going to say to me? My mind raced with the possibilities. Should I tell him I was falling in love with him? Was it too much too soon, and would it scare him off?
I sat on the couch and flipped through the screenplay again. Reading the two main characters’ dialogue was like listening to them. That’s how good a writer Max was. And I could really understand why he loved it so much. He was born to do this.
There were some scenes throughout the writing that made me wonder if they were based on actual events or conversations, or if he’d made them up. If they were real, my heart would break for him. Even if they weren’t, they had still come from his mind, and so somewhere deep in his psyche—or maybe not so deep—resided all this pain. But also an intense desire to douse the flames of his past and move on to something just as beautiful as he’d conjured up on the page.
For a split second I thought it might be Krystal at the door, but then I remembered giving Max a key several days ago. He’d refused at first, saying he felt like it breached some kind of personal space that I was entitled to, and that he’d never just come and go as he pleased, but I told him that’s what I wanted.
The door opened and as he was turning to close it, I stood from the couch and made my way over to him. Probably too quickly. Too eagerly is more like it.
Max turned and took me in his arms. He tried to just hug me, but I forced my face to his and took his mouth hungrily. He met my advances with equal enthusiasm, and we stood there kissing for what must have been two minutes.
When things slowed down he said, “Let’s sit. I want to tell you everything.”
I shook my head. “No. Not now.”
I grabbed his hand and started heading for the steps, up to my bedroom, where I closed the door behind us, stepped toward Max and pushed his chest, sending him falling backward onto the bed.
“No talking,” I said, climbing up on the bed and straddling him.
I pulled his shirt up, revealing his stomach and chest, and licked—from his abs, upward, running my tongue around each of his nipples.
I slid one hand behind his back and beneath his belt, into his pants, cupping his ass.
If he had any trouble with me taking such forceful charge, he wasn’t showing the slightest bit of a clue.
I wanted to ravish him. Take him as mine. Have him the way he’d had me so many times.
Pressing myself into him, I felt him getting hard—my panties and his jeans were barriers, but still I felt the full effect of what I was doing to him. And as long as he kept letting me have my way with him, it wouldn’t be long until there was nothing between us….
“These need to come off,” I said, sitting up and unbuckling his belt.
Part Three of the FADE series
KATE DAWES
Copyright © 2012 by Kate Dawes
All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the US Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written consent of the Author.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
~~~
ONE
Max called me a “dream girl.”
What was I supposed to say after that? Nothing, I hope, because I couldn’t have said anything at that moment even if I’d wanted to. There was no buildup to the crying outburst. It just happened suddenly.
Through my sobs I could hear him saying, “Let me come get you.”
I managed to say “Okay,” and he told me he was on his way.
I went to see if Krystal was around, to let her know Max was coming over and I was glad to find that she had gone out. I really wanted the place to myself rather than being locked up in my bedroom.
What was I going to say to him? What was he going to say to me? My mind raced with the possibilities. Should I tell him I was falling in love with him? Was it too much too soon, and would it scare him off?
I sat on the couch and flipped through the screenplay again. Reading the two main characters’ dialogue was like listening to them. That’s how good a writer Max was. And I could really understand why he loved it so much. He was born to do this.
There were some scenes throughout the writing that made me wonder if they were based on actual events or conversations, or if he’d made them up. If they were real, my heart would break for him. Even if they weren’t, they had still come from his mind, and so somewhere deep in his psyche—or maybe not so deep—resided all this pain. But also an intense desire to douse the flames of his past and move on to something just as beautiful as he’d conjured up on the page.
For a split second I thought it might be Krystal at the door, but then I remembered giving Max a key several days ago. He’d refused at first, saying he felt like it breached some kind of personal space that I was entitled to, and that he’d never just come and go as he pleased, but I told him that’s what I wanted.
The door opened and as he was turning to close it, I stood from the couch and made my way over to him. Probably too quickly. Too eagerly is more like it.
Max turned and took me in his arms. He tried to just hug me, but I forced my face to his and took his mouth hungrily. He met my advances with equal enthusiasm, and we stood there kissing for what must have been two minutes.
When things slowed down he said, “Let’s sit. I want to tell you everything.”
I shook my head. “No. Not now.”
I grabbed his hand and started heading for the steps, up to my bedroom, where I closed the door behind us, stepped toward Max and pushed his chest, sending him falling backward onto the bed.
“No talking,” I said, climbing up on the bed and straddling him.
I pulled his shirt up, revealing his stomach and chest, and licked—from his abs, upward, running my tongue around each of his nipples.
I slid one hand behind his back and beneath his belt, into his pants, cupping his ass.
If he had any trouble with me taking such forceful charge, he wasn’t showing the slightest bit of a clue.
I wanted to ravish him. Take him as mine. Have him the way he’d had me so many times.
Pressing myself into him, I felt him getting hard—my panties and his jeans were barriers, but still I felt the full effect of what I was doing to him. And as long as he kept letting me have my way with him, it wouldn’t be long until there was nothing between us….
“These need to come off,” I said, sitting up and unbuckling his belt.
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