7. Clay
Clay
“What are you doing here, Abby?” How can my heart long for the same person who it also breaks for?
I’m still fuming after seeing her hand rubbing Malloy’s arm, trying to calm him down. It’s my arm she should be touching. It’s my nerves she should be calming. And when I look down at her hand, I should still see the ring I put on her finger.
She’s mine, and she’s out there trying to be claimed by someone else. I’m fucking furious, and she’s sitting here acting like it’s another ordinary night. After everything she put me through, she didn’t even have the courtesy to tell me she came back to Boston.
When she said this city reminded her too much of the pain, the reality is that I remind her too much of the pain. She kept saying she was helping me by leaving. No. She left me because I was the problem.
“Clay, I wanted to explain?—”
“I think your actions explained enough tonight. You can go.” I’m being cold, which is the exact opposite of my norm with her, but I have no clue how else to respond.
But what does she expect from me? This stings.
I’m not too sure what hurt more: her deserting our marriage or seeing her with Malloy—a fucking firefighter.
Who does that to someone they claim to have loved?
I walk past her into my building and up the stairs. I can hear her steps following me as I make my way up to my floor. I unlock my door, hoping she won’t follow me in, but I can feel her warmth behind me.
Her presence feels like an electric current passing along my spine, and it’s hard not to react to her.
If this were our past, I would pin her against the wall and run my nose along her jaw, watching her skin react to my touch.
I’d hold her down with my palm and feel her pulse quicken as I pumped into her.
All those little movements would excite me, and now they only anger me, making me wonder if another man now has that power with her while I hold memories of us together instead.
“I’m sorry for showing up there. Malloy and I are just friends. I had no say regarding the date. I had no idea it was him before he got to my place. I swear it isn’t anything more than that with Malloy?—”
“What do you mean? Did he force the date on you?” I turn abruptly before making it further into my apartment.
She stops, nearly colliding with my chest. Thank goodness she stops herself before she makes contact with me because if her skin touches mine, I don’t know if I can keep from touching her back.
“No, of course not. I mean, I was set up on a blind date,” she explains, staring at me, her eyes going wider.
She pleads with me with that gaze of hers, and I try to decipher if she’s being honest. She’s always been my weakness.
It’s taking everything in me not to step closer and devour her the way I’m tempted to do when she’s this close to me.
She’s so close, I can smell that sweet vanilla scent I’ve longed for all these months she’s been away.
Now that I have this one part of her in my proximity, I’m starting to wonder if other parts of her remain the same.
Does she still taste like cinnamon because she loves chewing that flavored gum?
Does she still wear matching panty and bra sets because it bothers her to see them mismatched? Did she wear them for him ?
Fuck, now I’m pissed again.
“Damn it, Abby, why did you have to go out with someone I know? Do you have any idea how this feels? Put yourself in my shoes.” I throw my keys onto my table and storm into the kitchen.
I open my fridge and realize I forgot to stock up before my last shift, so I have nothing stronger than water. I slam the door and rest my hands against the cool stainless steel. Soon, I feel her hands against my shoulders, trying to soothe me.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me.” Too bad Abby has terrible listening skills because she continues to move her hands along my shoulders and down my biceps.
“Clay, please look at me,” she pleads, just above a whisper.
“I can’t. I’m fucking furious right now. You broke my heart when you left, and tonight, you fucking shattered it.” I’m about to move away when I feel her kiss between my shoulder blades above the fabric of my shirt.
As much as this pisses me off, my dick doesn’t seem to care that we are supposed to be on the same page. I feel my cock stiffen behind my zipper.
“What are you doing, Abby?” I ask with thickness in my throat. I keep my back to her, afraid of how I’ll react if I turn around.
“I told you, Clay. I was set up on a blind date. I didn’t know Malloy was my date until I opened the door,” she says, still planting kisses along my upper back.
“Then why did you go on the date after you found out it was a fellow firefighter?” I ask, still needing clarification, although my mind is starting to wonder if an answer really matters at this point because all I want to do is turn around and devour her.
“Because Marissa wanted me to go out and distract myself a little. She didn’t know who the date was with either. She just reached out to someone to set me up with a person in Boston, and Malloy happened to be that person.”
That’s a small world.
Abby’s hands start to move down my sides to the hem of my shirt and begin to drift under my shirt. I don’t know if we are riled up because we are emotional after tonight or we just missed seeing one another, but the tension between us is intense. I can’t resist the temptation anymore.
I finally turn around and meet her gaze. I see fire in her eyes, and there’s no innocence looking back at me. She wants this just as much as I do.
“What do you want, Abby?” I ask as I move my hand through her hair, pulling her head back and drawing a moan out of her.
“I want to remember what it’s like to be touched by you,” she says.
I move my lips close to the shell of her ear. “Oh yeah? You know what I think?”
I hear her breath hitch.
I continue, “I think you want me to remind you why I’m the only man at that bar you should be with.”
She whimpers in response, and I smile. I nibble her earlobe and see the goosebumps break out. It's such a turn-on that she's so reactive to my touch, even after all this time apart.
I glide my tongue along her jaw until our mouths connect. The moment our lips come together, it feels like coming home, and electricity ignites. I have missed her and this feeling of love with the person I know is my forever.
I push that feeling aside, knowing this isn’t what we have anymore, and let the intensity of our kiss ignite the flame that exists between us. Her moan is swallowed by my own. She rolls her hips into me, and my length hardens even more for her.
I turn her around and pin her to the fridge. I bring my hands to hers and intertwine our fingers together, moving our hands above our heads and pin them there.
I roll my hips into her, then pull my lips away enough to look her in the eyes. “I think a little reminder of who this pussy belongs to would be a good place to start tonight.”
I’m feeling greedy and angry. I think she’s going to comply with my demand with a simple nod until she answers, “Then maybe you should feast on me for a while to show me what’s yours.”
The smirk she throws at me only confirms the confidence she’s returned to Boston with, and it’s hard not to find it incredibly attractive.
I guess she gained something in her time away.
That timid version of Abby that left all those months ago has faded, and I see that beauty I have always loved rising back to the surface.
Deep down, I knew she was going to return.
Without giving her an answer, I bring her dress up above her ass, pick her up to sit on my counter, and rip her panties. They are black lace, and the fury that engulfs me at the thought another man may have seen these tonight takes over.
“This is my pussy, Abby,” I say as I throw the panties over my shoulder and get on my knees.
I spread her knees wide and bring my lips to her core.
I give her no warning and move my tongue to her center.
She screams from the contact, her feet coming to my shoulders for support, opening herself even wider.
Her hands find my hair, and within seconds, she’s moaning, screaming my name, telling me not to stop and that she’s coming.
Like hell, I’m going to stop. I continue until she’s riding my face so hard and fast that I nearly come myself from the mere satisfaction of hearing her pleasure.
I kiss the inner portions of her thigh while she’s coming off her orgasm. When I look up, I take in all that has happened while I was lost in Abby’s pussy.
Her hair looks like she’s been well fucked from however many times she’s run her hands through it, and she must have pulled her tits out of the top of her dress. She sees me staring and begins to put herself together.
“Absolutely not. We aren’t done here.” I pull the strap back down and bring my lips down onto her taut nipple. I use my free hand to grab onto the other breast, kneading and squeezing it. Fuck I’ve missed her breasts. They’re the perfect size for me.
I lick and nibble to the point she’s writhing beneath me, and I swear I might combust. I move on to the other one, giving both equal attention.
I let go, and she protests, so I explain, “We need a bed for what I have planned.” I grab her ass, and she wraps her legs around me.
We waste no time, and she kisses me. The intensity of each connection is electric, and there’s nothing light about the way we are kissing.
The moment we get to my room, I throw her onto my bed, and it’s abundantly clear I am way overdressed right now. I begin toeing off my shoes and socks while Abby removes her dress.
The moment we are fully naked, it’s like we are animals and pounce on one another. Abby decides to take over, pushing me to lie on the bottom. The moment she gets me in position, she grabs my cock and lines me up. She sits on my dick achingly slowly, and the moment she’s fully seated, we both moan.
I grab her tits and pinch her nipples, and she begins riding me. I’m so fucking deep; I know I’m hitting right in that spot that gets her to climax the fastest. Her hands are on my chest as she starts to set the pace. I hold onto her hips, matching her speed, and it feels absolutely incredible.
“Fuck, Clay, right there. You feel so good. Harder, yes, you’re so deep,” she says, and it’s fucking unbelievable.
I can feel her squeezing my cock when she starts to come, and I can’t hold out any longer and fall off that cliff right along with her. I pump into her so hard my vision goes dark.
Abby rolls off me, and we both lie there, looking up at the ceiling. A minute ago, the sounds of our skin slapping and our moans filled this room, but now all I can hear are our breaths catching up to us.
“That was… that, um, wow,” she says, laying her arm over her eyes.
“Yeah, that definitely was something,” I say.
Abby and I have always had good chemistry—there’s no denying that. But this time was different. Maybe we both had pent-up frustration or had a lot of time apart and missed this connection with someone familiar. Or perhaps we simply are good together. Whatever it is, it works. I miss it. I miss us.
But no matter what it is, it’s over. I’m well aware of that.
For the rest of the night, we explored each other’s bodies as if we had the rest of our lives to do this. We didn’t talk about the date she was on, and I accepted her word that it was a blind date she truly knew nothing about. Honestly, we’re divorced. It doesn’t matter past her explanation.
The next morning, I wake up to find Abby gone. Her side of the bed is cold, and so is my heart.