105- You didn´t lie to him

Not long after, he is spilling completely into my mouth and I’m lapping up as much of him as I can. His deep groans echo endlessly in the room and it fills my chest with pride at just how intensely the

orgasm affects his body.
“Fuck! Blair!” He growls as he throws one hand across his face to hide his expression from me.
I watch in amusement as he recovers as I take off the rest of my clothes, relishing just how almost magical it is to be able to make a man‒ who is so used to being in control‒ completely lose it.
With my knees digging into the mattress, I lower my ass and grab onto his already hardening cock to impale myself onto. My body quivers at the sensation of him filling me up, stretching me tight and soothing an ache deep within that nothing else can.
My hands are all over his rock-hard torso as I clench and unclench my walls, relishing every thick inch of him.
I sense him begin to rise, and when he brings my hand to his lips for a kiss, my eyes flutter open. His muscled arms band around my waist and they meld my body to his. This position is staggeringly intimate. Every rise and fall of my chest in labored breathing is synchronized with his as his ocean blue eyes bore into mine. We’re so close that I can trace the specs of gold and grey in his irises and almost count the lashes along his lids.
Down below, our bodies are so deeply connected that it’s as though we have melded into one.
My eyes sting with tears as I move him in and out of me and I can’t understand why. Also, it’s not helping that he’s watching me, enthralled as though he’s committing every single feature of my face and expression to memory.
Then he leans forward to press a kiss to my lids and my entire body quivers. “You’re so fucking beautiful Blair,” he whispers to me.
I feel a surge of anger fill my chest. Violently, I push him away from me until he lets go and falls back to the bed. Then with my hands pressed to his torso, I lift my ass off his groin and slam back onto him. A few moments ago, we were making love, but right now this is nothing beyond the primal act of fucking. The maddening need to pound viciously into the other for the sole purpose of chasing a release that we both desperately crave. I clench my eyes shut, so I won’t see him and he wouldn’t be able to see that deeply into my eyes again. It made me feel too exposed and too vulnerable. So I pound my hips ruthlessly against him.
My orgasm this time around, is crippling. It arrives as a fierce wave of pleasure that slams into me and steals the breath out of me. My cry rings out across the room, drowning out all else but I’m aware that he too has climaxed. I feel the spill of his seed deep inside me, and the warmth and heat of it all, makes me dizzy.

I’m no longer able to sit up straight, so I collapse on top of him and then eventually, find the strength to roll off to the side.
I immediately curve my body into a fetal position, still trembling from the endless waves of the shattering experience. I want to go home so I can manage the turmoil of emotions currently barraging through me, but I’m certain I won’t not be able to walk for the next few minutes. So I proceed to wait until I feel him sling an arm around my waist. Before I can complain, my naked body is brought possessively against his. My ass settles in the crook of his groin while his arm curves over my breasts, positions that are very effective in making me once again, lose my mind.
All I want is to soak in the heat and scent of his skin, but this depth of intimacy is too dangerous. So I somehow find the strength and try to pull away from him.
But he refuses to let me go. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and begins to drift off to sleep. “That was fucking amazing,” he whispers into my ear.


n the first ring, my heart nearly jumps out of my chest.
My phone is all the way on my bed, while I’m in the closet packing up the clothes I’ve
accumulated over my short time here in Denver. It was originally meant to be just a weekend trip to see Lee Rang but yet things escalated into so much more. So much more that I’m still unable to properly process very much.
I don’t bother going over to the phone to check who is calling, because I fear who it is and at the same time, I’m afraid of who it is not. It disconnects and I continue with folding my clothes into my luggage.
The memories of my father come to mind- the one person that was always on my side. And it stings my eyes with tears. I have pictures of him I have always carried with me. The first half of the day was spent going through them and reliving the excruciating grief I had gone through as an eleven year old, mourning her father.
And to now find out according to Grady’s father’s confession, that it could have been avoided, I truly don’t know the right reaction to have. All I know is that there is a heavy weight in my heart. All the held back tears from over the years, from the minutes and hours of missing him, have finally been given the permission to flow today.
The phone rings again.
I ignore it, a frown permanently etched to my face as I fold my clothes.
On the third ring, Lee Rang comes into the room. She is surprised to see me on the floor, surrounded by my clothes and my phone being purposely ignored. “I thought you were in the bathroom or something. Why aren’t you picking up?”
Without waiting for a response, she goes over to the bed to lift the phone. “Grady Abbott,” she reads. “Isn’t this your boss?”

My stomach does a little flip at the mere mention of his name, but I don’t respond.
She comes over and realizes what I’m doing. She gazes at the pile on the floor, and the half-filled luggage. Her voice is smaller when she speaks again, “What’s going on?”
“I think I’m going to take a little break. Go back to Houston for a while to see if I can put my feet on the ground over there.”
“That doesn’t sound like a little break to me. What happened?” I don’t respond.
“Why are you leaving Denver? Did something happen at work? With your boss?”
I pause my folding then, and gaze up at her. I haven’t yet told her about Gary’s revelation to our father’s history in the military, and I wonder if it’s necessary to tell her, but without that, I will not be able to explain why I’m seriously considering leaving. So I turn around to face her and fold my legs underneath me. “Where’s Matthew?” I ask.
“He went out to grab some snacks from the store.” “Okay. Sit down or something.”
She heads over to my bed and sits on the edge, her face filled with concern. “What happened?” I then narrate to her all that Grady’s father said and just as I expect, she’s speechless.
Then her eyes fill with tears and she turns her face away.
I allow her the time that she needs until she’s ready to speak to me.
“Wow, I can’t believe it. He’s your boss’s father. Is this why you want to leave?” “It’s part of it,” I respond.
“Why? What’s the relation?”
I’m a bit taken aback by her comment. “He caused dad’s death.”
“You don’t know that. And dad was a Navy Seal. His missions were dangerous and he could have been killed anytime.”
“He also could have lived,” I argue, upset at her words.
She realizes this and goes quiet. “Okay,” she says. “Maybe it was your boss’s father’s fault, but what does that change now?”