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Chapter 21: Brushes
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It should have been just once Chapter 21: Brushes
Harriet ~The morning after my second date with Sam is the worst I have had in a while.I wake up with a slight headache and the feeling that I’ve barely had enough sleep but I can’t even go back to bed because of all the noises surrounding me.The grating of heavy metal against both metal and concrete. The loud voices of men outside, talking and laughing someone left their truck running and the engine is rather loud.I am pulled out of my sleep in mental pieces and there’s nothing I hate more.While I lay there, my head turned towards the blinds blocking out most of the suns powerful rats, I forget who I am and where I’m an.Then I remember.Devon’s room.Our room, technically.I reach out for the side of the mattress where he normally sleeps and it’s still warm. Maybe he hasn’t been up for so long.I turn to stares at the ceiling, listening to the workers outside and the scrape of ladders, and I try to figure out when exactly he left. I do not remember him getting up at all even t
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Devon~I tell her I’ll be downstairs because it sounds like the right thing to say. Meanwhile list is still buzzing and blaring in my veins.Giving us both a moment to breathe sounds reasonable. It sounds like a man who knows when to stop and step back.The truth is, if I stay in that room any more second, I will do something that I cannot pretend is accidental.I close the door behind me softly, and stand there for a moment with my forehead against the wood. I clench my hands at my sides and force by body to calm down and my brain to think, but it is almost impossible because I can smell her everywhere. On my skin, on my hands, in my head. Fuck, I can still feel the way she tightened around me and moaned my name before she could stop herself in the heat of it all. That is the part that keeps replaying. If I thoughts the first time we fucked was spectacular? I’m way out of my depth here now.Pulling away from the door, i unclench my hands and turn to go downstairs. I get there and
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Harriet~I wake up warm.Not warm from the sunlight slipping through the curtain but the type from body heat that is unfamiliar and intimate enough that my first instinct is to stiffen.Then I open my eyes to see the situation.Devon’s arm is wrapped around my waist and his palm is resting flat against my stomach like it knows exactly where it belongs and it is there. His chest rises against my back with each breath.I try to think back for a bit.He wasn’t in bed when I fell asleep last night, I remember that clearly. I remember falling asleep to thoughts of both him and Sam waring in my mind. The bed was definitely empty and now here he is.I lie still, pretending I’m still asleep, trying to piece together what kind of game this is. Did I roll toward him in my sleep. Did he come in later and decide to climb into bed anyway. Did he mean to wake me like this.His grip tightens slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to let me know that he’s aware of me now.So much for pret
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Harriet~I take a little too long getting ready. Partly because I stood for minutes staring at my clothes wondering if this truly was a step in the right direction or the wrong one.Where would this move things with Dev? Forward or backwards?While I prep, I notice that the house is quiet downstairs, minus the fact that the construction workers are done for the day, it feels like Devon has deliberately gone silent and is waiting for my next move.I hate that it bothers me so much that even as u am choosing a dress, I am secretly considering what he’d think if he sees it.I settle on a soft green dress that hits just above my knees, it’s the kind that moves when I walk and makes me feel like myself and not like I’m trying too hard or even apologetic either. I pull my hair back into a low ponytail and leave a few curls loose around my face. I swipe on lip gloss that smells faintly of vanilla and check my reflection once more in the mirror before I force myself to stop.Sam pulls up rig
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Harriet~I close my eyes unable to believe he is about to fuck me again.He kneels on the bed, settling between my legs, and I can feel the hard, heavy length of him against my thigh. He’s still wearing his control like a second skin, but I can see the strain in the set of his jaw. He positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudges against my slick, swollen folds be he doesn’t push inside yet and just waits, letting me feel the weight of his intention, the sheer, undeniable presence of him."Look at me," he commands, his voice a low growl.I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. The raw, possessive hunger I see there steals my breath. "This is what you were going to look for," he says, and then he pushes inside.The stretch is an exquisite slow, burning sensation that has me arching my back. He sinks into me inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine, until he’s buried to the hilt. He stills, letting me adjust, letting me feel the fullness of him and the rightness of it.
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Harriet~Devon doesn’t follow me upstairs right away and that should have been my first clue.I’m in the room, half undressed and pulling on a sweater I don’t need because the house is warm and I am already too aware of my own skin, when I hear his footsteps in the hallway. They stop outside the door briefly, start and then stop again before the door swings open.Devon stands are the door with his jaw tight and his eyes dark.Sometime between when we came back and now, he has rolled up his sleeves and the bulk of his muscular arm is showing… I swallow.“Have you given Sam a response yet?” He asks and I shake my head.“Not yet, but u definitely will.”I have no idea who I’m trying to convince, myself or him.“Well Harriet, since you’ve been waiting for a good reaction from me, here’s one… I don’t think you should.”I see his response for what it is, the careful phrasing of a man who thinks restraint makes him innocent.“I’ll ask again for the… I don’t know how many tone. Why?”he si
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