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.I paused for a second and she swallowed.My goddamn cock was getting thicker insidemy jeans.Damn, this girl was hot.She came at me hard, shoving her tongue in my mouth,twisting into our kisses, pulling her fist into my hair.I could have taken her right there on the topof that dirty, sticky bar, but I figured we had better get out before being thrown out. Let s get the fuck out of here, I said breathless. I thought you d never ask, she said, and bolted off the bar to the back side where shesnagged her purse out from under the bar.We split in a flash and headed for my motel roomnext door. Chapter 7 Fly AwayNikiThe sharp ripping sound from the oversized tape dispenser pierced the air in my bedroom.Packing boxes were stacked in the corners near the pale pink walls.Turquoise blue contrastedwith black accents on the fabric of my bedspread and curtains to create a fresh modern design.Clothes from the closet with hangers still on them lay over the back of my study desk chair.Shampoos and other toiletries from my bathroom were piled on top of the dresser, waiting forKat to put them in a box.I looked at the teetering pile of toiletries, looked over at Kat sitting onthe bed, then looked back at the pile and exhaled, knowing the box wouldn t get filled anytimesoon.I walked over to a box I had begun to fill and bent over to pick up a soft plush item fromthe floor. Why are you taking that old thing? Kat s head popped up from her iPhone screen.Shefrowned and looked perturbed with me.I knelt down and placed a large white teddy bear with ared ribbon around its neck, into the cardboard moving box on top of pairs of my endlesscollection of shoes.I closed the lid and sealed it with tape. It s a keepsake and besides, I need him to cuddle with in bed at night when I can t get adate. Kat looked up again, long enough to roll her eyes. The shoes you need, because wewear the same size, but the bear is kid stuff.You re going to be a lawyer for Christ s sake.Lawyers don t sleep with teddy bears.Just leave it. Kat sat with her back propped up against the headboard of my bed and her legs bent atthe knees, barking out orders, while posting an status update on Facebook. Hey, did he ever call you? Kat asked, as she finally looked up from her phone. Who? Trevor.The hot guy from Vegas. Oh& that guy.No, haven t heard from him yet.He said he d call when he is back in LAlater this month. Cool.I liked him. Yeah, I guess he was kind of cute. He was hot and ten times more fun than boring Jason.When are you going to tell him? Tell him what? That you re breaking up with him, dummy.You re still breaking up with him, right? One thing at a time, hun.It was hard enough letting my dad know that I m moving out ofhis royal empire. I had lived at home my entire college career, with my dad and his ridiculously much tooyoung second wife.Her name was Cinnamon.Yeah, that s right, she had a stripper name.Twenty years younger than my dad, with a rockin hot body and a stripper name.When they married in Vegas six years ago, there was no way in hell I was going to callher mom.The name mom, deserved respect and I didn t have any for.Cinnamon.I cringed atthe thought of saying her name out loud in parental situations.Like when I had to introduce herto my high school teacher senior year, at Open House night. Hello Mrs.Hubert, this is my.erstep-mom, Cinnamon. How humiliating.I never blamed dad for wanting to remarry after mom s death.He was still a young manand I wanted him to be happy.Do whatever it would take, follow your heart and be happy.That s what mom would have wanted. I thought it would be hard leaving the house where mom lived with us, but ever sinceCinnamon arrived, her presence changed the soul of the house.It was like mom s essence hadbeen overshadowed by Cinnamon s personality.At first, I was angry at Cinnamon for invadingmy mother s house.Mom s memories were ingrained in the rooms where we all lived andinteracted with warmth and love for each other [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I paused for a second and she swallowed.My goddamn cock was getting thicker insidemy jeans.Damn, this girl was hot.She came at me hard, shoving her tongue in my mouth,twisting into our kisses, pulling her fist into my hair.I could have taken her right there on the topof that dirty, sticky bar, but I figured we had better get out before being thrown out. Let s get the fuck out of here, I said breathless. I thought you d never ask, she said, and bolted off the bar to the back side where shesnagged her purse out from under the bar.We split in a flash and headed for my motel roomnext door. Chapter 7 Fly AwayNikiThe sharp ripping sound from the oversized tape dispenser pierced the air in my bedroom.Packing boxes were stacked in the corners near the pale pink walls.Turquoise blue contrastedwith black accents on the fabric of my bedspread and curtains to create a fresh modern design.Clothes from the closet with hangers still on them lay over the back of my study desk chair.Shampoos and other toiletries from my bathroom were piled on top of the dresser, waiting forKat to put them in a box.I looked at the teetering pile of toiletries, looked over at Kat sitting onthe bed, then looked back at the pile and exhaled, knowing the box wouldn t get filled anytimesoon.I walked over to a box I had begun to fill and bent over to pick up a soft plush item fromthe floor. Why are you taking that old thing? Kat s head popped up from her iPhone screen.Shefrowned and looked perturbed with me.I knelt down and placed a large white teddy bear with ared ribbon around its neck, into the cardboard moving box on top of pairs of my endlesscollection of shoes.I closed the lid and sealed it with tape. It s a keepsake and besides, I need him to cuddle with in bed at night when I can t get adate. Kat looked up again, long enough to roll her eyes. The shoes you need, because wewear the same size, but the bear is kid stuff.You re going to be a lawyer for Christ s sake.Lawyers don t sleep with teddy bears.Just leave it. Kat sat with her back propped up against the headboard of my bed and her legs bent atthe knees, barking out orders, while posting an status update on Facebook. Hey, did he ever call you? Kat asked, as she finally looked up from her phone. Who? Trevor.The hot guy from Vegas. Oh& that guy.No, haven t heard from him yet.He said he d call when he is back in LAlater this month. Cool.I liked him. Yeah, I guess he was kind of cute. He was hot and ten times more fun than boring Jason.When are you going to tell him? Tell him what? That you re breaking up with him, dummy.You re still breaking up with him, right? One thing at a time, hun.It was hard enough letting my dad know that I m moving out ofhis royal empire. I had lived at home my entire college career, with my dad and his ridiculously much tooyoung second wife.Her name was Cinnamon.Yeah, that s right, she had a stripper name.Twenty years younger than my dad, with a rockin hot body and a stripper name.When they married in Vegas six years ago, there was no way in hell I was going to callher mom.The name mom, deserved respect and I didn t have any for.Cinnamon.I cringed atthe thought of saying her name out loud in parental situations.Like when I had to introduce herto my high school teacher senior year, at Open House night. Hello Mrs.Hubert, this is my.erstep-mom, Cinnamon. How humiliating.I never blamed dad for wanting to remarry after mom s death.He was still a young manand I wanted him to be happy.Do whatever it would take, follow your heart and be happy.That s what mom would have wanted. I thought it would be hard leaving the house where mom lived with us, but ever sinceCinnamon arrived, her presence changed the soul of the house.It was like mom s essence hadbeen overshadowed by Cinnamon s personality.At first, I was angry at Cinnamon for invadingmy mother s house.Mom s memories were ingrained in the rooms where we all lived andinteracted with warmth and love for each other [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]