Mended Affections (The Affections Series Book 2) by Elizabeth Wills
Authors: Elizabeth Wills
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yours being the largest at nine pounds three ounces." Her voice sounds less angry and more playful as she recalls her past.
"No, you don't. I never thought it possible to think this of you." I pause and look up making a connection with her eyes. She looks nervous, and her throat bobs as she takes a hard swallow. Her hand reaches out as she tries to grab the towel. I can't help but move it from her grasp. "You are even more beautiful than you were back then. Over eleven years, I've waited. I've been patient, but I just don't know how much longer I can take this."
Her eyes search mine. That wasn't what she was expecting me to say. As the minutes tick by, her arms cross back over her chest, and her discomfort rises. She thought she had me. She thought by standing here in front of me, covered in nothing but droplets of water from her bath, she would make me uncomfortable enough to leave. Only problem with her theory, she doesn't quite understand yet that I'm not backing down anymore. It's my turn to lead this game.
Her chin drops and she speaks in a whisper, "Please, Striker, can I have the towel? This isn't funny."
I close the small gap between us, placing my fingers under her chin, lifting until her eyes are back on mine. "You see, Rea, I don't think I can." Her eyes begin to fill with tears and her lower lip begins to tremble. "I've waited a really long time. I don't want to wait for you anymore. Can you understand that?"
She slowly shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut, causing a few stray tears to travel down her face. "I feel the same way, at times. I've missed you desperately since the day you disappeared out of my life, but now it feels wrong."
Taking the towel, I reach behind her and wrap it around her body. She lifts her arms and allows me to cover her. "Come on, Rea, we need to talk."
I hold her hand in mine, guiding her from the tub and out to her room. The room she shared with Dalton. "Are you okay to talk here, or do you want to get dressed and head to my room?"
"This is fine, but I still want to get dressed," she says, walking over to her dresser.
I pull my phone from the pocket in my sweats, to check the time, and notice a text from my aunt. "Shit, you distracted me with your nakedness. My aunt wanted to know if breakfast was better?"
"How about brunch? Breakfast is too soon, and I need a little bit of time to prepare myself before seeing her," she responds, still rummaging through her drawer.
"How about eleven?" I ask.
Rea bends forward, shoving her legs into some jogging pants. I would love to see her stay in that towel but we'd never finish this conversation, and I'm afraid my advances may be a little much for her to handle. "Okay, eleven is fine."
I text my aunt and she immediately responds that eleven is perfect. "Are you sure about today?"
Rea drops the towel, revealing her back to me. I catch her eyes in her dresser mirror, noticing her staring at me, as she raises her arms to slide a shirt over her head sans bra. She's still the same old tease that she used to be.
When we were young, she would wait until we were in public places to subtly tease me until I was completely turned on around masses of people. Most times I could control myself, but other times my control was lacking, and I would drag her off to a secluded area and ravage the shit out of her.
"Remember that time at the mall?" I ask.
She turns in my direction, her lips quirk up at the corners, as she recalls that day.
"You were teasing me relentlessly. No one else noticed how you kept running your hands over your body but me. You drove me out of my mind, and I drug you off to the family restroom. Thank God, you wore that little skirt. It made things a lot easier when I bent you over that sink." I can't help but get turned on by the memory.
She laughs at my recollection. "You were so easy to tease back then."
"Nothing has changed. I'm still just as easy but have more control over myself. But maybe we should talk before I get
"No, you don't. I never thought it possible to think this of you." I pause and look up making a connection with her eyes. She looks nervous, and her throat bobs as she takes a hard swallow. Her hand reaches out as she tries to grab the towel. I can't help but move it from her grasp. "You are even more beautiful than you were back then. Over eleven years, I've waited. I've been patient, but I just don't know how much longer I can take this."
Her eyes search mine. That wasn't what she was expecting me to say. As the minutes tick by, her arms cross back over her chest, and her discomfort rises. She thought she had me. She thought by standing here in front of me, covered in nothing but droplets of water from her bath, she would make me uncomfortable enough to leave. Only problem with her theory, she doesn't quite understand yet that I'm not backing down anymore. It's my turn to lead this game.
Her chin drops and she speaks in a whisper, "Please, Striker, can I have the towel? This isn't funny."
I close the small gap between us, placing my fingers under her chin, lifting until her eyes are back on mine. "You see, Rea, I don't think I can." Her eyes begin to fill with tears and her lower lip begins to tremble. "I've waited a really long time. I don't want to wait for you anymore. Can you understand that?"
She slowly shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut, causing a few stray tears to travel down her face. "I feel the same way, at times. I've missed you desperately since the day you disappeared out of my life, but now it feels wrong."
Taking the towel, I reach behind her and wrap it around her body. She lifts her arms and allows me to cover her. "Come on, Rea, we need to talk."
I hold her hand in mine, guiding her from the tub and out to her room. The room she shared with Dalton. "Are you okay to talk here, or do you want to get dressed and head to my room?"
"This is fine, but I still want to get dressed," she says, walking over to her dresser.
I pull my phone from the pocket in my sweats, to check the time, and notice a text from my aunt. "Shit, you distracted me with your nakedness. My aunt wanted to know if breakfast was better?"
"How about brunch? Breakfast is too soon, and I need a little bit of time to prepare myself before seeing her," she responds, still rummaging through her drawer.
"How about eleven?" I ask.
Rea bends forward, shoving her legs into some jogging pants. I would love to see her stay in that towel but we'd never finish this conversation, and I'm afraid my advances may be a little much for her to handle. "Okay, eleven is fine."
I text my aunt and she immediately responds that eleven is perfect. "Are you sure about today?"
Rea drops the towel, revealing her back to me. I catch her eyes in her dresser mirror, noticing her staring at me, as she raises her arms to slide a shirt over her head sans bra. She's still the same old tease that she used to be.
When we were young, she would wait until we were in public places to subtly tease me until I was completely turned on around masses of people. Most times I could control myself, but other times my control was lacking, and I would drag her off to a secluded area and ravage the shit out of her.
"Remember that time at the mall?" I ask.
She turns in my direction, her lips quirk up at the corners, as she recalls that day.
"You were teasing me relentlessly. No one else noticed how you kept running your hands over your body but me. You drove me out of my mind, and I drug you off to the family restroom. Thank God, you wore that little skirt. It made things a lot easier when I bent you over that sink." I can't help but get turned on by the memory.
She laughs at my recollection. "You were so easy to tease back then."
"Nothing has changed. I'm still just as easy but have more control over myself. But maybe we should talk before I get
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