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              I rub my fingers over my eyes, the pinch the bridge of my nose before I answer her. “Yeah, Amy. I am. I’m not saying it to hurt you. I’m telling you because you need to know that she’s it for me. I hope you find someone some day too…when you are clean.”

              Eric and Bree return with Dealer. “C’mon Amy. It’s time to go,” Dealer orders. Without hesitation, Amy obediently follows Dealer out of the yard.

              I let a sigh of relief pass through my lips. Bree ropes her arms around my waist. “You okay?”

              “I am now. How did you get him to get her out of here?” I ask.

              Eric chimes in with a grin, “It was great, man. She was as calm as a cucumber. Bree walks right up to him and says, ‘Dude, your girl is causing a scene. I’m sure you don’t want the cops showing up and raiding the place and searching you. So, get her the fuck out of here.’ He just eyed her up and down and excused himself.”

              “Hmm. You said ‘fuck’ huh?” I tease.

              “Yep. I’m starting to really like that word,” Bree laughs.

              Eric starts to pull me away from Bree, yet again. I have one more set before I can be with her. “Baby, you going to be okay?”

              “Yeah, we’ll talk later.”

              I hate that shit. When a girl says that we need to talk later, it’s never good. I’m afraid the drama with Amy is too much for Bree. I can’t have that. I really can’t.

I finish my set and find Bree in my room. She’s laying on my bed curled up in a fetal position. We don’t speak to each other. She just watches me take my shirt off as I use it to wipe the sweat off of me.

I open my drawer to get another shirt but she stops me. “Don’t. Leave your shirt off.”

“Kay,” I whisper. “You didn’t watch the rest of the set.”

“Sorry. Everyone was looking at me and whispering so I hid in your room. I hope you don’t mind,” she flips herself onto her back and puts her hands behind her head.

“Baby, you can come in my room any time you want.”

“Do you have a pair of boxers I can borrow?”

I hand her a pair of boxer shorts. Her hands move from behind her head and travel down her body until she reaches the button of her jeans…right below her belly button. Slowly, she unbuttons her pants and slides the zipper down without breaking eye contact with me.

“You, umm, need some help?”

Her grin tells me that I’m fucked. “Nope.” Bree lifts her bottom and slides the jeans down to her knees exposing her red lacy underwear. As she finagles the rest of the material down to her ankles, I get a glimpse of exposed flesh peeking from her underwear. Finally, she painfully moves the jeans completely from her body.

For a moment, she lays there still looking at me. She picks up the boxers next to her preparing to put them on. “Don’t. Leave the boxers off,” I say with anticipation.

“Kay,” she whispers. “But, only if you leave yours off too.”

Fuck me. My hands reach for my belt buckle. But, she stops me again. She sits up on my bed and I am standing above her. Bree reaches for my belt buckle as I look down at her and she looks up at me. My belt buckle falls open as she undoes the strap. Still looking at me, she slowly takes my zipper and pulls it down.

I’m at full attention. Rock hard. Bree hasn’t even touched me. Yet. My jeans fall to the ground. She smirks, “Wow. Always so willing. Isn’t that what you said to me one time?”

Yes. I’m willing. I’m putty in her hands. She’s got me right where I want to be. “Smart ass,” I joke.  Her head is directly in front of my dick and I am having a real hard time, no pun intended, concentrating.

Her hands reach for the rim of my boxers. Once she makes contact, my breath hitches. I help her slide my boxers down. Now, I’m completely exposed. She leans her head forward and takes me in her mouth. Shit. This is not how I imagined it going down. But, damn, her mouth is so fucking warm and inviting.

She takes me deeper and deeper in her heated mouth and I’m slowly but surely losing it. Her tongue slides back towards my head attentively licking in a swirling motion. “Fuck. Bree. You have to stop. Now. Please.” I beg.

Her mouth abruptly leaves me. Her eyes are hooded with satisfaction but concern. “Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?”

I laugh under my breath. Hurt? No way. “No, baby. I just don’t want to come. Well, I do. But, not this way,” I explain.

“Oh.”

“Bree, lose the shirt. As cute as you look right now…in red panties and a MCR shirt…it’s gotta go,” I order. She does as I command. There I stare at her in awe. Red panties. Red bra. Milky white skin. Beautiful.

I reach around her back swiftly unclasping her bra. It falls to the front of her lap. I grab it and toss it aside. Gently, I push her shoulders back until they reach my bed. I lay myself between her legs. I dip down and possess her mouth. Our tongues entwine dancing around in rhythm.

My heart is thrashing around in my chest. We’re naked. Well…I’m totally naked. There is one piece of clothing creating a barrier between Bree and me. I know what is going to happen. I think she does too. But, I still worry that I’m rushing her. Wanting her to feel that she is important to me is key.

I pull away from her mouth and trail soft kisses down her jawline. Her breath hitches with anticipation. I slide my mouth over her nipples giving each breast proper attention. Bree is whimpering below me and I am going fucking insane. Her hands seize my hair in fistfuls. I know she is close. Hell, I’m close. But, I need her to come when I’m inside her. Pulling away, I take in the vision before me. This is Bree. This is the girl I’ve been waiting for.

Kneeling above her, I slip a finger on each side of her panties that I have come to worship and slide them down until they are safe in my hand. I toss them on to my dresser. I lean over her positioning myself between her legs. She lets her legs fall open. I slide my finger up and down the spot between her legs. She’s ready.

Bree is bucking my hand and panting and I know I can’t wait much longer to get inside of her. I pull my hand away and she whines with protest, “No. Please, Josh.”

“God, I love it when you say my name.” I really do.

“Don’t stop. Please. Just don’t stop,” she begs.

My body covers hers. I smooth back her hair and look at her. I kiss her forehead. “Are you sure?”

She licks her lips with anticipation and brings her legs up giving me full access to her opening. “Yes,” she breathes.

I push myself in to her and I am home.

BREE

“Fuck, you feel so damn good.” Josh’s breathing is ragged. His eyes are hooded with pleasure. It is the most amazing thing I have ever seen. I pull at him trying to get as close as possible, wanting to absorb myself in to him.

He rocks harder in to me holding my gaze and I claw at his back. Something takes over my body, a steady feeling of climbing and climbing towards something I need. The need takes over and I move my hips against Josh aiding it along. I slightly bite Josh’s shoulder to keep from crying out. He lets out a throaty groan. I feel a heat begin right below my belly button and I can’t keep it from spreading lower and lower. Josh’s movement becomes faster and faster and I give in to the tingling heat allowing myself to feel and love for the very first time in my life. I come completely undone and there is nothing I can do to stop the powerful force from taking over.

Josh watches me with wonder while consistently pumping in and out of me. As I come down, I tighten my legs around him matching his rhythm. I listen to his serrated breathing as his movements become slower and jerkier. Then, he stills and softly grunts in my crook of my neck.

He lays his head on my chest with his hair tickling my skin. We’re covered in a light mist of sweat, listening to each other suck in as much air as we can.

              Finding the right words to express what just happened between Josh and me is a feat in itself. How do you describe an event in your life that is so meaningful and beautiful? How do I tell Josh that he made earth feel like heaven? The best part is that I don’t, because he feels it too.

              “Bree?” I feel his mouth move and his lip ring graze my bare skin.

              “Yes?”

              “There are no words that can describe how I feel, how I felt being inside of you. I want you to know that this wasn’t just sex for me. It was more. So much more. I love you, Bree”

              Here is where my mouth fails me. I feel what he is saying but I can’t seem to get the words out. “Me too,” I say. Nice. That’s all I can say?

              “You okay?” he asks. Like I could be anything but okay?

              Here is my chance to redeem myself and tell Josh exactly how I feel. “Josh, no one has ever…ever made me feel like you just did. It was amazing. No…wait…fucking amazing.”

              I feel him chuckle against my chest. He looks up, “I love when you say ‘fuck’. Your pretty little mouth doesn’t look like it could even utter that word. Yet, when you say it, it’s so flipping charming,” he props himself up with his arms on each side of my head. “So, fucking amazing, huh?”

              “Yup,” I say because again my lips fail to articulate what I am feeling. Ugh. Really? I’m seriously disappointing myself. Here goes nothing.  “No, Josh. It was more than fucking amazing.” I am looking in to the green orbs that got me in to this trouble in the first place. “I’m in love with you. I love everything about you. Yes, you are beautiful. Tattoos and piercings and all…a total god. But, it’s here,” I touch the left side of his chest, “that I love the most. You are everything that I didn’t know I wanted.”

              The boyish grin that I have grown to love makes its appearance. In this moment, Josh looks so young. Shy even. “You love me?”

              I sigh, “Yes.”

              His mouth dives in to mine and we lose ourselves to each other over and over again.

              Morning comes way too soon. Events like last night make you wish you could relive it over and over again.

              My legs are entwined with Josh’s and I wonder how the hell I’m going to squeeze out from underneath him. I carefully slide my leg from under his carefully rolling towards the side of the bed. The guy doesn’t even stir. I must have worn him out.

              I pull a shirt from his drawer and slip it over my head. I slide my red panties back on and place his boxers over them. Making my way down the hall to the bathroom, I run in to Eric.

              “Lose your clothes?” he smirks.

              “Shut up.” I quip back and close myself in the bathroom.

              Once I’m finished using Josh’s toothbrush and brushing my hair into a pony-tail, I head to the living room.

              I find Eric in his usual position on the couch with the clicker in his hand. He points to a cup of coffee sitting on the table. “You made me coffee?”

              “Two creams, two sugars. Right?” I’m clearly impressed that he knows how I drink my coffee.

              “Right. Should I think it’s creepy that you know how I like my coffee?” I plop down next to him on the couch.

              “Should I think it’s creepy that you have a place across the street but you spend more time here? So much time that I know how you drink your coffee?”

              “Touché. Does it bother you that I’m here?” I don’t want to overstay my welcome. After all, it is Eric’s place too. I just feel safer when I’m here with both of them.

              Eric smiles at me. It’s a genuine smile. “Nah. I kind of like it.  It reminds me of the days when Josh and I hung out with his sister.

              “Cool. I kind of like it, too. I was an only child and my parents were never really around much. They were always working. So, I was alone quite a bit. When I’m here, I feel like I actually have a family.” It was true. My mom was aloof most of the time. My dad was warm, but always busy working or taking care of the house. Being alone was what I did best.

              “How did they die?”

              “Car accident.”

              “Damn. Sorry ‘bout that.”

              “I’m good.” I offer and take a sip of my coffee. Damn, Eric makes a great cup of coffee.

              “You’re a tough girl, Bree. I saw the way you handled yourself last night with Amy. Most of the other girls would have started a brawl. You just chilled and redirected her. Takes skills to do something like that.” Eric looks like he really means what he is saying. “What I’m trying to say is…thanks. If you handled it differently…like getting pissed at Josh or fighting with her, Josh wouldn’t have been able to handle that.”

              “No sense in kicking someone while they are already down. She was high as a kite.” Amy was a hot mess last night. Anyone could have seen that. Plus, I know she wanted to lash out at someone. I am an easy target. Hell, Josh is an easy target. I know what she sees in him. He’s not an asshole. No matter what chaos she’s involved in, she knows that he’s good and he will look out for her regardless of whether or not he has feelings for her. “I’m sure Josh would have been okay if I handled it differently.”

              Eric snorts, “You really can’t see it can you?”

              “See what?” What the hell is he talking about?

              “You have stolen his heart,” Eric sings a line from Dashboard. “You are his Lindsay.” Eric’s voice hitches when he says her name. “He knew I loved his sister. But, he didn’t get it. Now, I think he does.”

              Suddenly, my heart breaks for Eric. “I’m sorry about Lindsay, Eric. I’m sorry about your mom, too. I can’t imagine what you went through. Scratch that…going through.”

              He looks down at his hands twirling them with nervousness. “Well, it’s just the hand I was dealt. That’s all. I’m grateful for the time I had with Lindsay and my mom. They both taught me how to love. And, I’m glad Josh found you. After Lindsay…well let’s just say we acted like the thugs we look like,” he chuckles to himself.

              I smile to myself. I can’t imagine Josh or Eric mistreating anyone. In all honesty, I don’t want know what Josh did before he met me. Amy’s comments gave me enough ear torture to last a lifetime. Needless to say, neither one of them has treated me with disrespect. “Yeah, well, I don’t need to know about all that.”