over 24 hours I’d turned into a woman.
A woman that was completely his.
Can you fall in love that quickly? I would never have said it was possible before now. But it was hard not to fall in love with Nolan. He pulled everything out of me and only wanted more. He only wanted me.
He made me feel worthy.
********
“Tell me something no one else knows about you.”
Me and my after-sex questions. We were sprawled out on the floor of another guest room now. We’d fucked all over my bedroom and then he’d carried me to the room next to mine so he could press me against the window as he took me from behind, his hands kneading my breasts as he finished inside of me.
So now we were wrapped up in a comforter we’d pulled off the bed in front of a roaring fire that Nolan had started while I was in the restroom. It was idyllic and romantic and perfect.
Nolan had his hands behind his head and I was nestled into the crook of him, my fingers running up and down his chest. I felt so small next to him, even when he was lying down I could feel the power in his body.
“Like what?” he asked. “You and your questions.”
“I want to know you,” I said, resting my chin now on his chest so I could look him in those gorgeous hazel eyes, eyes that were almost amber in the light of a crackling fire. “You know me so it’s only fair, right?”
He shook his head, “There isn’t much to know. I’m not that interesting, Camilla.”
“Such a lie,” I said sliding my body up towards his face, kissing his neck. “You’re from Kentucky. Tell me about that.”
His expression changed for a moment. It darkened and I wondered if maybe I’d said something wrong. Maybe I was being too pushy.
“Kentucky itself is great,” he said. “But growing up there was not. I come from a pretty dysfunctional family.”
“Don’t we all,” I said. “Tell me about it.” I touched his face. “Trust me.”
“I do,” he said, brushing my hair back behind my ear. “I just assumed nobody would ever want to hear about it. So I’ve never discussed it.”
“I want to know everything,” I said. “For my own files, of course.”
He smiled, “Okay, Camilla Grace. I’ll tell you, but only after you promise to let me have you one more time when this conversation is over and that it never be brought up again, okay?”
“That’s easy,” I said. “Promise.”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, kissing my forehead.
“My father was chronically unemployed and angry at the world for making him pay for his lousy decisions in life. My mother fell for him when they were both in high school. He was a basketball star. It’s all such a fucking cliché. They both came from dirt poor families and the only options you had in the town they grew up in were marriage and babies. Or working in the coal mines. Or both.
“My father was one of those people who basked in mediocrity. He was the most insecure person I’ve ever met. Someone who was much too outspoken about topics he had no business discussing, whether that was politics, Jesus, how much sex he was having with the women he openly cheated on my mother with, or how fast his shitty El Camino was. He thought he was smarter than he was, smarter than anyone he knew. He flunked out of high school, so all of a sudden getting an education was for ‘sheep’. He got fired from his shitty job at the paper mill and all of a sudden working was for ‘pathetic schmucks.’
“Every time he failed at something, it was never his fault. He had no ability to learn from any of his mistakes. But he loved pointing out the faults of others. Including my mother. Especially her. And including me. He hated everything about me. Despised me for trying to do well in school, for having dreams, and ambitions.
“Like I said, he grew up a hotshot basketball player. A coach from UK even came to see him once, when he was just a sophomore. But if there was anything my father couldn’t stand or
A woman that was completely his.
Can you fall in love that quickly? I would never have said it was possible before now. But it was hard not to fall in love with Nolan. He pulled everything out of me and only wanted more. He only wanted me.
He made me feel worthy.
********
“Tell me something no one else knows about you.”
Me and my after-sex questions. We were sprawled out on the floor of another guest room now. We’d fucked all over my bedroom and then he’d carried me to the room next to mine so he could press me against the window as he took me from behind, his hands kneading my breasts as he finished inside of me.
So now we were wrapped up in a comforter we’d pulled off the bed in front of a roaring fire that Nolan had started while I was in the restroom. It was idyllic and romantic and perfect.
Nolan had his hands behind his head and I was nestled into the crook of him, my fingers running up and down his chest. I felt so small next to him, even when he was lying down I could feel the power in his body.
“Like what?” he asked. “You and your questions.”
“I want to know you,” I said, resting my chin now on his chest so I could look him in those gorgeous hazel eyes, eyes that were almost amber in the light of a crackling fire. “You know me so it’s only fair, right?”
He shook his head, “There isn’t much to know. I’m not that interesting, Camilla.”
“Such a lie,” I said sliding my body up towards his face, kissing his neck. “You’re from Kentucky. Tell me about that.”
His expression changed for a moment. It darkened and I wondered if maybe I’d said something wrong. Maybe I was being too pushy.
“Kentucky itself is great,” he said. “But growing up there was not. I come from a pretty dysfunctional family.”
“Don’t we all,” I said. “Tell me about it.” I touched his face. “Trust me.”
“I do,” he said, brushing my hair back behind my ear. “I just assumed nobody would ever want to hear about it. So I’ve never discussed it.”
“I want to know everything,” I said. “For my own files, of course.”
He smiled, “Okay, Camilla Grace. I’ll tell you, but only after you promise to let me have you one more time when this conversation is over and that it never be brought up again, okay?”
“That’s easy,” I said. “Promise.”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, kissing my forehead.
“My father was chronically unemployed and angry at the world for making him pay for his lousy decisions in life. My mother fell for him when they were both in high school. He was a basketball star. It’s all such a fucking cliché. They both came from dirt poor families and the only options you had in the town they grew up in were marriage and babies. Or working in the coal mines. Or both.
“My father was one of those people who basked in mediocrity. He was the most insecure person I’ve ever met. Someone who was much too outspoken about topics he had no business discussing, whether that was politics, Jesus, how much sex he was having with the women he openly cheated on my mother with, or how fast his shitty El Camino was. He thought he was smarter than he was, smarter than anyone he knew. He flunked out of high school, so all of a sudden getting an education was for ‘sheep’. He got fired from his shitty job at the paper mill and all of a sudden working was for ‘pathetic schmucks.’
“Every time he failed at something, it was never his fault. He had no ability to learn from any of his mistakes. But he loved pointing out the faults of others. Including my mother. Especially her. And including me. He hated everything about me. Despised me for trying to do well in school, for having dreams, and ambitions.
“Like I said, he grew up a hotshot basketball player. A coach from UK even came to see him once, when he was just a sophomore. But if there was anything my father couldn’t stand or
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