Collapsing heavily against her, I realize the position I’ve got her in has to be uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say a word. I allow myself revel in the fact she’s letting me hold her for a few minutes more, but that doesn’t last long much to my disappointment.
Unlocking her feet from behind my back and sliding her legs to the floor Tilly redresses quickly, and silently. She doesn’t spare a glance in my direction, and even though I assumed this would be the case it doesn’t stop it from hurting any less. Before she can dismiss me entirely I manage to reach my hand out and grab her wrist gently.
“Tilly, look at me for fuck’s sake.” Looking from my hand on her arm to my face and then back again, she decides to focus on a spot just over my shoulder, which only further pisses me off. “No, don’t look at the wall, look at me, babe. Only at me.”
With a fire she only possess when she’s well and truly pissed, Tilly glares at me. Anger glittering in her magnificently pissed off eyes.
“What? What do you want, Saint? You asked me to fuck you once more for old-times’ sake, I did, so what more can you possibly want?”
If the words coming out of her mouth weren’t so vicious I’d say Tilly is fucking sexy when she’s angry. Who am I kidding? It doesn’t matter what she’s spitting at me, she’s still fucking phenomenal when she’s pissed off.
“I want you to look me in the eyes after what we just did, and still tell me it’s over between us.” Narrowing my eyes I say, “I want you to feel the ache between your thighs, the way your pussy’s contracting with aftershocks from me making you come so hard that your toes curled, and tell me we’re finished.”
Gathering her hair over one shoulder gripping it like a life-line, she replies without hesitation.
“Fuck you, Saint. Don’t try using your bullshit guilt trips and manipulations with me, because it’s not going to work this time. You had your chance. Scratch that, you’ve had a million chances to try and fix what was broken between us, but you didn’t. And now that you’re faced with losing us you pick now to give it your all? I don’t fucking think so. Regardless of what just happened here,” she says gesturing wildly between us, “it doesn’t change a damn thing. You’re still the father of a little boy that isn’t ours, and I still have to share you with a woman that isn’t one of our daughters. Case and point, where are you going after you leave here? Before going on the run that is.”
Note to every poor bastard out there that wants to try pleading the fifth when in a situation like this; it doesn’t work, so don’t bother trying. Tilly knows the answer to her question, and she knows I can’t talk my way out of it. It was the perfect thing to ask to illustrate her point.
Every time I go out on a run for the club I go and see Tucker first, and Tilly knows it. Sometimes it’s just to drop past the nursery his mother has him in three days a week, and sometimes it’s to the house he shares with her, but without fail I always stop and see him before I go.
Deep down I know Tilly doesn’t hold anything against, Tucker, that’s not what this is about. Tilly’s the most caring, compassionate person I know, and just because Tucker was born into this clusterfuck we’re all involved in, it doesn’t make him any less innocent in her eyes. If anything, he’s the reason she’s let this shit go on for as long as it has. She would never ask me to stop seeing him and never ask me to deny my child, but his very existence has put an unimaginable strain on our relationship.
Taking my silence as her answer, Tilly brushes a stray tear from her eye pinning me with a glacial stare. One that’s devoid of all emotion except for disgust.
“Exactly, Saint. Nothing’s changed, and nothing ever will. Just because I fucked you as one last hoorah doesn’t mean all of a sudden all’s forgiven and
Unlocking her feet from behind my back and sliding her legs to the floor Tilly redresses quickly, and silently. She doesn’t spare a glance in my direction, and even though I assumed this would be the case it doesn’t stop it from hurting any less. Before she can dismiss me entirely I manage to reach my hand out and grab her wrist gently.
“Tilly, look at me for fuck’s sake.” Looking from my hand on her arm to my face and then back again, she decides to focus on a spot just over my shoulder, which only further pisses me off. “No, don’t look at the wall, look at me, babe. Only at me.”
With a fire she only possess when she’s well and truly pissed, Tilly glares at me. Anger glittering in her magnificently pissed off eyes.
“What? What do you want, Saint? You asked me to fuck you once more for old-times’ sake, I did, so what more can you possibly want?”
If the words coming out of her mouth weren’t so vicious I’d say Tilly is fucking sexy when she’s angry. Who am I kidding? It doesn’t matter what she’s spitting at me, she’s still fucking phenomenal when she’s pissed off.
“I want you to look me in the eyes after what we just did, and still tell me it’s over between us.” Narrowing my eyes I say, “I want you to feel the ache between your thighs, the way your pussy’s contracting with aftershocks from me making you come so hard that your toes curled, and tell me we’re finished.”
Gathering her hair over one shoulder gripping it like a life-line, she replies without hesitation.
“Fuck you, Saint. Don’t try using your bullshit guilt trips and manipulations with me, because it’s not going to work this time. You had your chance. Scratch that, you’ve had a million chances to try and fix what was broken between us, but you didn’t. And now that you’re faced with losing us you pick now to give it your all? I don’t fucking think so. Regardless of what just happened here,” she says gesturing wildly between us, “it doesn’t change a damn thing. You’re still the father of a little boy that isn’t ours, and I still have to share you with a woman that isn’t one of our daughters. Case and point, where are you going after you leave here? Before going on the run that is.”
Note to every poor bastard out there that wants to try pleading the fifth when in a situation like this; it doesn’t work, so don’t bother trying. Tilly knows the answer to her question, and she knows I can’t talk my way out of it. It was the perfect thing to ask to illustrate her point.
Every time I go out on a run for the club I go and see Tucker first, and Tilly knows it. Sometimes it’s just to drop past the nursery his mother has him in three days a week, and sometimes it’s to the house he shares with her, but without fail I always stop and see him before I go.
Deep down I know Tilly doesn’t hold anything against, Tucker, that’s not what this is about. Tilly’s the most caring, compassionate person I know, and just because Tucker was born into this clusterfuck we’re all involved in, it doesn’t make him any less innocent in her eyes. If anything, he’s the reason she’s let this shit go on for as long as it has. She would never ask me to stop seeing him and never ask me to deny my child, but his very existence has put an unimaginable strain on our relationship.
Taking my silence as her answer, Tilly brushes a stray tear from her eye pinning me with a glacial stare. One that’s devoid of all emotion except for disgust.
“Exactly, Saint. Nothing’s changed, and nothing ever will. Just because I fucked you as one last hoorah doesn’t mean all of a sudden all’s forgiven and
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