Bad Uncle Too

She stormed into the house ahead of me and I took my time following behind her. “The fuck?” I’m not sure what it was that she threw at my head but I barely ducked out of the way just in time.

I ducked the other one too before jumping across the room to strangle her ass. “Are you nuts? What the fuck are you doing?” I grabbed her hands between us and she struggled to be let go.

“Stop it, what the hell’s gotten into you?”

“Let go. Is that why you took me there?”

‘Take you where what the hell are you talking about?”

“That diner, that woman!” Another reason why I’ve always avoided entanglements with women. They always seem to think men have a time machine they can use to go back in time and erase every fucking woman they’d met before them. For fuck sake.

“You have something to say to me just come right out and say it, I don’t like games. And you might wanna rethink throwing shit at my head.”

She kicked me… hard. “Little brat!” I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming.

I dropped her ass on the bed and she bounced right back up. “Oh you wanna fight? Don’t do that.” I pointed my finger and stepped back and away from her.

She defeated me without even throwing a punch. The first tear fell and I felt lower than a slug. I wanted to ask her what the fuck she was crying about, but knew that would be cruel. I knew damn good and well what she was crying about.

18

“Come!” I held my arms open for her and she took her sweet time walking to me. I pulled her into my chest and buried my nose in her hair.

Am I supposed to feel this much guilt because I had a life before we became this thing that now are? Isn’t is just women who pay attention to this kind of sentimental bullshit?

“I had a life before we met Sydney. Getting upset because I lived my life before you makes no sense. I know why you’re crying and I can’t go back and change what was. So if this is going to be a problem for you, then we should just end this right here and now.”

The words almost burned a hole in my tongue but I needed her to see sense. Of course I wanted the names of every man she’d ever given her mouth, but that was different.

Her answer was to wrap her arms tighter around me. And I didn’t miss the slight shaking of her head against my chest.

Her hurt made me feel sick to my stomach and I couldn’t understand why. Maybe I didn’t need to, maybe I just needed to make her feel better now.

“I don’t plan on seeing her again.” That didn’t exactly stem the flow of tears so I lifted her in my arms and took her back to bed.

“Come on now, no more.” I wiped her face and covered her lips with mine so that I wouldn’t see her tears or that pitiful look on her face that I’d foolishly put there.

I soothed her with soft kisses from my lips and warm caresses from my hands, removing her clothes bit by bit as our lips played together.

She pushed my shirt off my shoulders and I helped her get rid of my pants before making my way down her body, coming to a stop between her thighs.

I lifted her to my mouth like an offering and made love to her with my tongue, driving it deep inside her. Her juices escaped and made their way into my lungs as her hips moved carelessly beneath the onslaught of my attentions.

When she pulled at me and opened her legs wider in invitation I climbed up her body and slid into her.

Her eyes closed once she’d taken all of me and at last her tears were gone. “Look at me!” She lifted her eyes to mine and I lowered my lips to her brow.

There was so much in that expression. Innocence, hurt, fear and a host of other things that I didn’t understand. But I know how I would feel if the shoe was on the other foot.

I didn’t have to understand her female anger to know that her heart was no different to mine. “None of them, no matter how many, have ever meant more than you do.”

That was as close as I got to giving her those three little words that had been playing around inside my head since the first time I took her. Since the moment I realized what she was to me.

She gave a small cry and pulled me down to her, wrapping her legs around me as we started a new dance together.

I didn’t have to kiss away any more tears, my body was enough to appease her and heal her sore heart. I showed her with my kiss, and the soft slow loving thrusts into her body. She responded well, but I soon felt the restless heat between her and I.