The Love Triangle (BWWM Romance) by Violet Jackson, Interracial Love
Authors: Violet Jackson, Interracial Love
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out again in a sigh.
I let my hands slide down to her collarbone and then I moved them away and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her body against mine. Her arms went around my neck and we held each other. It had been so long since I’d touched her.
I kissed her and she kissed me back, and it became urgent. My body wanted her, and there was nothing wrong with her body, with its memory of me. I was aware of her breasts straining against me through the tank top she was wearing. Her ribcage rising and falling with her breathing as it sped up.
My fingers found the hem of her shirt and I pushed my hands under it, feeling her bare skin. She was warm, and her skin was like silk, smooth and perfect. I ran my hands up, and found no strap. She wasn’t wearing a bra. But I’d already known that. She pulled her one leg up and pushed her knee down so she was half on my lap. If I let her go, let her move, she would straddle me.
I broke the kiss, pulled her away, held her at arm’s length. She was breathing hard, and her pupils were dilated. Her eyes were large, still, but it was a different kind of look she gave me. Lust hung thick in the air and my own breathing was just as erratic. She tried to lean into me, to kiss me again, but I held her there. She frowned.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I said.
“I’m okay, as long as you don’t jostle me around too much I’ll be fine.” She lifted her hand to the bandage without touching it. I shook my head.
“I don’t mean because of your injury. You’re with Elijah, Grace. You left me. I can’t do this now. I don’t think I’ll survive it all again.” And I’m with Alice, I added in my mind, but I didn’t tell her that.
“But I don’t remember that,” she said, and she was close to tears again. She’d wrapped both hands around my wrist like she was trying to stop me from disappearing. I got up and pulled away from her until she let go.
“I do,” I said. “And I don’t have what it takes to do this again. I’ve always loved you. I just needed you to love me back.”
“But I do,” she said and she was crying full out now. “Don’t you see that?”
I closed my eyes for a moment. “All I see I someone that might remember why I wasn’t good enough. It was hard enough the first time. My ego can’t take a repeat.”
It turned around. She called after me, and her voice was wailing, like she was crying really hard. I wanted to turn back to her. I wanted to scoop her up in my arms, rock her against my chest like a child and tell her it was okay. But it wasn’t okay, and I wasn’t the one that could fix it. She wasn’t a child, and I wasn’t the one that should have protected her anymore.
She’d chosen Elijah, that was his job now. Even though he was physically incapable of doing that. In fact, he was the exact opposite. But I couldn’t make that my problem.
I did once, and I lost her as a result.
Chapter 7 - Elijah
I spent the whole evening at the office, catching up on paperwork that neither of my secretaries could deal with. What the hell was the point of hiring someone to stand in for me when I needed to run out if they couldn’t take over the damn job? I’d sent both of them home after I’d shouted at them. They hadn’t looked happy. They’d put in overtime all week, but I paid their payroll so she could suck it.
I was in a black mood. I’d lost a big contract because I’d missed a meeting because I’d forgotten about it with everything happening. I was paying for a nurse and a hotel room and she didn’t want me near her. It wasn’t what she’d said a couple of months ago. I was the one she’d chosen, wasn’t I?
A stupid little bout of memory loss and she wanted to fall back into that jerk’s arms because she couldn’t remember that she thought she was better off with me.
I poured myself three fingers of whiskey and lifted the tumbler to my lips. The
I let my hands slide down to her collarbone and then I moved them away and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her body against mine. Her arms went around my neck and we held each other. It had been so long since I’d touched her.
I kissed her and she kissed me back, and it became urgent. My body wanted her, and there was nothing wrong with her body, with its memory of me. I was aware of her breasts straining against me through the tank top she was wearing. Her ribcage rising and falling with her breathing as it sped up.
My fingers found the hem of her shirt and I pushed my hands under it, feeling her bare skin. She was warm, and her skin was like silk, smooth and perfect. I ran my hands up, and found no strap. She wasn’t wearing a bra. But I’d already known that. She pulled her one leg up and pushed her knee down so she was half on my lap. If I let her go, let her move, she would straddle me.
I broke the kiss, pulled her away, held her at arm’s length. She was breathing hard, and her pupils were dilated. Her eyes were large, still, but it was a different kind of look she gave me. Lust hung thick in the air and my own breathing was just as erratic. She tried to lean into me, to kiss me again, but I held her there. She frowned.
“We shouldn’t do this,” I said.
“I’m okay, as long as you don’t jostle me around too much I’ll be fine.” She lifted her hand to the bandage without touching it. I shook my head.
“I don’t mean because of your injury. You’re with Elijah, Grace. You left me. I can’t do this now. I don’t think I’ll survive it all again.” And I’m with Alice, I added in my mind, but I didn’t tell her that.
“But I don’t remember that,” she said, and she was close to tears again. She’d wrapped both hands around my wrist like she was trying to stop me from disappearing. I got up and pulled away from her until she let go.
“I do,” I said. “And I don’t have what it takes to do this again. I’ve always loved you. I just needed you to love me back.”
“But I do,” she said and she was crying full out now. “Don’t you see that?”
I closed my eyes for a moment. “All I see I someone that might remember why I wasn’t good enough. It was hard enough the first time. My ego can’t take a repeat.”
It turned around. She called after me, and her voice was wailing, like she was crying really hard. I wanted to turn back to her. I wanted to scoop her up in my arms, rock her against my chest like a child and tell her it was okay. But it wasn’t okay, and I wasn’t the one that could fix it. She wasn’t a child, and I wasn’t the one that should have protected her anymore.
She’d chosen Elijah, that was his job now. Even though he was physically incapable of doing that. In fact, he was the exact opposite. But I couldn’t make that my problem.
I did once, and I lost her as a result.
Chapter 7 - Elijah
I spent the whole evening at the office, catching up on paperwork that neither of my secretaries could deal with. What the hell was the point of hiring someone to stand in for me when I needed to run out if they couldn’t take over the damn job? I’d sent both of them home after I’d shouted at them. They hadn’t looked happy. They’d put in overtime all week, but I paid their payroll so she could suck it.
I was in a black mood. I’d lost a big contract because I’d missed a meeting because I’d forgotten about it with everything happening. I was paying for a nurse and a hotel room and she didn’t want me near her. It wasn’t what she’d said a couple of months ago. I was the one she’d chosen, wasn’t I?
A stupid little bout of memory loss and she wanted to fall back into that jerk’s arms because she couldn’t remember that she thought she was better off with me.
I poured myself three fingers of whiskey and lifted the tumbler to my lips. The
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