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Chapter 11

I sensed his presence long before I saw him. And when I felt him, it was because he was pressed up against my back. His hips swayed with mine as he molded to my body. I knew he was here to protect me from the asshole that refused to leave when I told him no. I ignored the asshole and allowed Edward to deal with him.

As selfish as that sounded, it was all I had craved for months now. Well... that was a lie, it was all I had craved for almost the entire time since I left him. In fact, I was only happy for about a month. And even then I wasn't truly happy. I think back on it now and I was gloating and chalking it up as happiness. I was stupid!

His mouth met my neck and I began to shiver, I knew what he was going to do. He was going to kiss that spot, the one spot, my spot. I fucking loved it when he kissed that spot. The semi-sober part of me knew I needed to push him away. The semi-drunk part of me leaned in and pressed myself tighter against him. My hips gave an extra swivel and pushed closer to him. He was not hard yet…but he would be.

See, I knew my man, I was his first, just like he was mine. Every single sexual experience I have had has been with him - with one exception, and even that one he was a witness to. I thought it was more than appropriate for him to catch me, now that I look back on it. I can do that, now that the embarrassment was gone. In fact, part of me wanted or longed to shed all of my clothes and climb up on our bed and do exactly that again…this time he would watch, he would enjoy it, and then he would fuck me oh so hard afterwards.

Edward spoke to the guy in front of us and he walked away. When we were alone, his nose skimmed my neck and I felt him inhale as he reached the spot where my neck, shoulder, and collar bones met. His hands tightened on my hips.

I gave another swivel for good measure.

Now he was hard.

I could feel him. I wanted to bend at the waist and rub my ass up and down his hard cock. I wanted to drop his pants and just let him fuck me right here, right now. I think I was just drunk enough to let that happen.

I wanted him, I wanted to feel him again, I needed something to keep me going.

I loved my kids, don't get me wrong, but I needed more.

I needed him to help me, to encourage me, to support me, and to catch me when it was my turn to fall apart.

I just simply needed him!

"He's gone now," Edward whispered. I just nodded against his scruffy face and swiveled again. I felt, more than heard his groan. I fist pumped, because I knew I had gotten to him. I prayed he was as weak as I was, I prayed he had been just as alone as I had, I willed him to want me. My brain talked to his, it told him what he wanted and how he wanted it. It worked before, our brains were once connected and I prayed we hadn't lost that.

"I just want to dance a little more, please." The words were a wispy moan, the 'please' being the one he couldn't resist. It begged him, I begged him. He couldn't say no, I felt it in the way he sagged against me. I was so evil, I was certainly going to hell. But I couldn't find it in me to give a fuck.

His hands tighten on my hips again, and as the song changed, I rubbed across his erection. I did it shamelessly. His head dropped to my shoulder and he groaned again. I had won, he had given in to me, I could take whatever I want. I knew it, just like I knew him. I bent a little further forward and moved against him. I knew when he began to enjoy it. His hands guided me, moved me up and down his length, across him and in a random pattern. Well, random to me, not so random to him. He knew what he was doing.

I felt him swell, I felt him twitch, and I felt him tighten. I knew, as if it had happened in broad daylight without any barriers between us, he just used me to get himself off. I wanted to be angry, but all I could think was please… let it be my turn.

Pretty please.