religiously, terrified His semen was viable. She had no idea how to explain in a few days, she would need time to herself—time devoted to Him. Time when she’d probably pay, once again, for daring to be with Jason.
One day perhaps she’d tell him everything, but not now. Not so early in a relationship still trying out shaky legs.
A relationship. How she loved the sound of that.
“Why don’t you tell me more about Thad, instead?” she suggested. “I never did get what the message he sent you meant.”
A heaviness settled over Jason, the change by no means subtle. She hated broaching the subject with him, but she had to know. If she reached out to Thad later, Jason needed to arm her.
Her hand continued its gentle rifle through his hair. Soothing maybe a little of the heartbreak.
“When we were kids, we fought like cats and dogs. I mean, just nasty stuff.” He raised himself on his arms, supporting the weight of his head on balled-up fists. “How we made it past the age of ten I’ll never know. Goes to show God really does watch out for children and puppies.” He paused when she laughed. Her mother often said the 57
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same. “Beyond the fist fights, if I wanted to get his goat, I mean to the point he went ballistic, I’d call him the pet name my mother gave him.”
“Ballistic? What kind of name could have been so bad?”
“Teddy.”
“Aww, that’s cute!”
“Tell that to a ten-year-old boy out to prove he’s a man.”
“Good point.” Jason dipped his head for another one of those kisses on her belly, mouthing suspiciously close to her mons. This kiss had the word wicked spelled over it.
“I want to hear the rest of the story,” Sabrina admonished.
Appropriately chastised, he lifted his head. “There’s not much more to tell.
Whenever I started in on the teasing, especially during a good fistfight, I’d be sure to scream ‘teddy bear!’ over and over again. Didn’t matter if he was pummeling the snot out of me. It was all about making him madder.” He laughed for the first time. “He used to get so mad. I mean, red in the face, on the verge of tears, angry. All the while he’d say over and over again ‘I’m not your teddy bear’.” A flimsy association, but still. Softly she said, “But what aren’t you telling me about his death, Jason? Why are you so desperate to get in touch with him?” He didn’t look up. “What things aren’t you telling me?” he asked with a slightly bitter tone.
Touché.
In other words then, their relationship had lots of room to grow. One of them had to take the first step, though. It couldn’t be her. Somehow she’d just keep the worlds of Jason and Him separated.
Wrong? Yes. Deceitful? Yes.
But what choice did she have?
“That was a cheap shot, Sabrina. I’m sorry.”
Did she call those kisses on her mons wicked before? He started them again, only this time burning a trail farther down—his way of apologizing, she guessed—and they were downright sinful.
Accepting the way he spread her thighs, she closed her eyes and let the first blossom of pleasure spread outward like ripples on a lake.
“We’ll get there soon enough, Jason. Don’t worry.” Until then, he’d keep his secrets. She’d keep hers. Never the twain shall meet.
Oh yes, she thought to herself, the sounds of his mouth’s movement muffled by her flesh, a vibrant orgasm already swiftly rising, never the twain shall meet.
* * * * *
“You can’t keep calling out from work for me. I appreciate it, Jay, I really do, but stop it, okay?”
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His eyes lifted to meet hers. Once again busted for staring at her ass and not paying attention. She tried to give him a disapproving look, but who was she kidding? She loved it when he got all googly-eyed from studying that part of her anatomy. “What?”
“Stop. Calling. Out.”
His ears reddened. “I have more leave than a little bit. I can afford to call out.”
“That’s not the
One day perhaps she’d tell him everything, but not now. Not so early in a relationship still trying out shaky legs.
A relationship. How she loved the sound of that.
“Why don’t you tell me more about Thad, instead?” she suggested. “I never did get what the message he sent you meant.”
A heaviness settled over Jason, the change by no means subtle. She hated broaching the subject with him, but she had to know. If she reached out to Thad later, Jason needed to arm her.
Her hand continued its gentle rifle through his hair. Soothing maybe a little of the heartbreak.
“When we were kids, we fought like cats and dogs. I mean, just nasty stuff.” He raised himself on his arms, supporting the weight of his head on balled-up fists. “How we made it past the age of ten I’ll never know. Goes to show God really does watch out for children and puppies.” He paused when she laughed. Her mother often said the 57
Dee Carney
same. “Beyond the fist fights, if I wanted to get his goat, I mean to the point he went ballistic, I’d call him the pet name my mother gave him.”
“Ballistic? What kind of name could have been so bad?”
“Teddy.”
“Aww, that’s cute!”
“Tell that to a ten-year-old boy out to prove he’s a man.”
“Good point.” Jason dipped his head for another one of those kisses on her belly, mouthing suspiciously close to her mons. This kiss had the word wicked spelled over it.
“I want to hear the rest of the story,” Sabrina admonished.
Appropriately chastised, he lifted his head. “There’s not much more to tell.
Whenever I started in on the teasing, especially during a good fistfight, I’d be sure to scream ‘teddy bear!’ over and over again. Didn’t matter if he was pummeling the snot out of me. It was all about making him madder.” He laughed for the first time. “He used to get so mad. I mean, red in the face, on the verge of tears, angry. All the while he’d say over and over again ‘I’m not your teddy bear’.” A flimsy association, but still. Softly she said, “But what aren’t you telling me about his death, Jason? Why are you so desperate to get in touch with him?” He didn’t look up. “What things aren’t you telling me?” he asked with a slightly bitter tone.
Touché.
In other words then, their relationship had lots of room to grow. One of them had to take the first step, though. It couldn’t be her. Somehow she’d just keep the worlds of Jason and Him separated.
Wrong? Yes. Deceitful? Yes.
But what choice did she have?
“That was a cheap shot, Sabrina. I’m sorry.”
Did she call those kisses on her mons wicked before? He started them again, only this time burning a trail farther down—his way of apologizing, she guessed—and they were downright sinful.
Accepting the way he spread her thighs, she closed her eyes and let the first blossom of pleasure spread outward like ripples on a lake.
“We’ll get there soon enough, Jason. Don’t worry.” Until then, he’d keep his secrets. She’d keep hers. Never the twain shall meet.
Oh yes, she thought to herself, the sounds of his mouth’s movement muffled by her flesh, a vibrant orgasm already swiftly rising, never the twain shall meet.
* * * * *
“You can’t keep calling out from work for me. I appreciate it, Jay, I really do, but stop it, okay?”
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His eyes lifted to meet hers. Once again busted for staring at her ass and not paying attention. She tried to give him a disapproving look, but who was she kidding? She loved it when he got all googly-eyed from studying that part of her anatomy. “What?”
“Stop. Calling. Out.”
His ears reddened. “I have more leave than a little bit. I can afford to call out.”
“That’s not the
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