Kate cries out and her soft heat squeezes me with everything it’s got, down to my balls. The pressure in my lower back intensifies.
It takes only three rapid thrusts on my part before the volcano erupts and spills everything inside her. My sperm. My white-hot desire for her. My love.
I grunt out my release.
Once I’ve recovered enough for my brain to somewhat function again, I remove myself and deal with the condom.
Kate is where I left her when I return. Her gaze is still a little dazed, her hair looks freshly fucked, and her skin has a sexy flush to it.
She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
I sit down next to her, my pulse thumping loud in my ear.Tell her, my heart demands.Don’t be the fool who lets her get away because you weren’t man enough to admit your feelings to her.
Releasing a long breath, I brush a strand of hair out of her face. She turns her head slightly and our eyes lock.
“I know the timing isn’t the best,” I tell her. “And I know I shouldn’t feel this way but I do.” That’s right, love has reduced me to a rambling idiot.
But oddly, I don’t care.
“I’m in love with you, Kate.”
She pushes herself to sit. Even before she speaks, I know what she’s going to say. Her apologetic eyes are saying it for her.
The love I feel for her is completely one-sided.
She parts her lips to speak, but I’m faster than her words. I place my finger against her mouth. “I don’t expect you to feel the same way as me. And I’m not expecting you to say you love me in return. But you’re leaving tomorrow, and I just wanted to put it out there. Now that I’ve done that, how about we forget for now that I said it? Let’s enjoy our final night together.”
She nods, and relief rushes through me that we’re not going to talk about this.
I’d rather my last memories of Kate not be of her pitying me because she doesn’t feel the same way about me that I feel for her.
Tomorrow I can lick my wounds in peace.
Maybe throw myself into restoring Charlotte’s car.
Or take up origami.
30
Kate
Two days later,I’m standing outside the Catholic Church, doing my best to ignore how the other bridesmaids and I are dressed like the blue cotton candy Deacon ate at the county fair a few weeks ago.
Doing my best not to think about Noah and the chunk of my heart I left in Montana.
When he told me that he was in love with me, I’d never been happier. I was about to tell him that I loved him, too, but then I’d felt a twinge of pain in my bad leg, reminding me of what happened the last time I gave my heart to a man.
Mathew didn’t treat it like the valuable gift that it was. To him, it was something to be mocked and not respected.
So what did I do after Noah and I made love? I left the next morning like the coward that I am.
My other reason for leaving had to with finally having a career doing something I’m excited about. Sure, Noah and I could try to have a long-distance relationship, but that’s not what I want.
I want to live in the same city as the man I love and not have to worry about scheduling in time to see each other. Sure, other couples do it all the time…but they generally only have to drive across town.
They don’t have to fly across two states to see each other.
Victoria glances down at her Givenchy wedding gown. She’s always been gorgeous, but this dress makes her look like royalty.
