Mamá, of course, I’ve spoken to her about it, but not like how I just talked to Amber about it. I’ve never gotten too deep about it, so angry. I always try to spare my anger and my tears with my mother because it only causes her tears and hurt, and she’s had enough of that.
But with Amber, I am an open dam. I break open with her, and I have to admit it feels good to get it off my chest—to share my hurt and anger with someone who can understand. I can’t believe I’ve held it in for so long.
Now, neither of us can part. We curl up in my bed and Amber takes it upon herself to talk about the loss of her father.
“It was raining hard and the woman had bad wipers and couldn’t see well,” she says, explaining his car crash to me. “After it happened, the woman visited us for a year. She worked for a restaurant as a pastry maker and always brought us left over pastries. They were really good. She had so much guilt for what she’d done. My mom always tells me she wanted to hate that lady for taking him away from us—for not pulling over and waiting for the rain to stop—but she said it’s not in her heart to hate someone like her over an accident.”
“Do you hate her?” I ask.
“No.” Her tone is sure. “It sucks that he can’t be here with me, but I can’t blame that woman. My mom told my dad to wait the storm out but he didn’t want to. He wanted to come home to us—was eager to get there—but other things happened, and that woman had to pick up her daughter from daycare before they closed. So no, I can’t blame her for all of it. My dad understood the bad conditions of the weather just as much as she did her bad wipers. Everything we do in life has a risk. Riding a plane. Going on a cruise. Riding a rollercoaster. Driving a car.”
“That’s true,” I murmur.
She sits up on her elbow. “How big do you think the risk is with us being together? Doing this?” she asks.
“It’s a big one,” I tell her. “For starters, this job is all I’ve got. It’s the only way I can afford to pay my rent and my mother’s mortgage. I also got this job out of pure luck. One of my friends knew Hamilton and told me to reach out to her since the track team was looking for new coaches, so I did. And because Hamilton wanted to diversify the team, she hired me. When I’m with you, I feel like I’m taking all of it for granted…but like I said before, it’s hard not being with you.”
She bites back a smile, dropping her head. Her hair is no longer in the bun. Nah, I unraveled that bun on our second round. It’s now down in big, wild curls, framing her face. I push some of it back to get a better look at her.
“I will never regret this,” I tell her. “We’re careful. We’re smart. No one will find out as long as it stays that way, right?”
“Yeah.” She nods and I lift my head, bringing hers down to kiss her. She climbs on top of me and cradles my face in her hands and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this feeling. Her hands on my face, her body close to mine.
I’m getting hard just from having her on top of me like this.
Before I know it, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes again—well, what’s left of them anyway. She climbs on top of me before I can take initiative, gripping my cock, and stroking it in her smooth hands.
I groan, body tensing as I meet her gaze. Biting into her bottom lip, she releases my cock, only to bend over and take me into her mouth.
“Fuck, Amber,” I groan as she takes me down to her throat. I grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her head up and down as she sucks me. She does it so damn well, like she’s practiced it so many times before. The thought of her practicing with anyone else other than me pisses me off, but right now, she’s mine. Nobody else’s but mine and I relish in that fact.
By the time she pulls her mouth away, my cock is stiff, the veins prodding as I throb. She licks her lips and straddles my lap. She angles her pussy above the head of my cock and slowly sinks down on it, and I groan, palming her perfect ass.
Her moans are loud as she sinks down on top of me, but she doesn’t hesitate a moment. As if she’s hungry for me, she plants her hands on my chest and rides the hell out of me.