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  “I don’t think I can leave you.” That is the truth. A life without Tilly in my arms seems dull and without joy.

  Tilly sighs and moves to straddle me. Her gorgeous breasts are shining in the moonlight. I proudly notice the love bites I left on her. “Jackson, I love you. And because I love you, I cannot ask you to stay here and give up your dream. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Besides, I am off to college tomorrow. For the next four years, you will barely see me.”

  I pull her down so her chest rests against mine, and kiss her deeply. As we pull apart, she keeps us together—forehead to forehead. “I know. It’s just that I am going to miss you so damn much.”

  “I am going to miss you too, Jackson. But knowing you are out there living your dream—it will help lessen the sadness I’ll feel. We will have our time together later. Right now, you need to do this.”

  We spend the whole night making love, memorizing each other’s bodies. It is the best and worst night of my life. The sex is incredible and intense, but knowing it is my last night with her breaks my heart.

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  Present

  Tilly leans up on her uninjured arm and looks down at me. Even with all the sadness, she is still just as breathtaking as I remember. Heck, maybe even more so now. Her features are defined, and her golden hair is long and flowing. She looks like a goddess with the stars behind her.

  Tilly presses a tentative kiss to my lips. It catches me off guard a little, but I quickly return and deepen it, as I hold the back of her head. I feel her mouth open, granting my tongue entry. I have missed kissing Tilly. No one has ever come close to comparing to her.

  Tilly starts to grind against my leg, looking to get friction. I want nothing more than to let my animal instincts take over, to throw her on her back and start ravishing her. But I know she is still grieving and injured. I need to be gentle, which is hard to do as she rocks against me. I carefully shift her so that I am on top and in between her legs.

  “Are you sure?” I need to ask. While she has been drinking, I’m aware that she isn’t drunk anymore, especially after our long walk home. But her mental state recently has had me worried. I don’t want to push too far, or take advantage of her.

  “Yes, Jax, please. I need you. I need you to help me forget, even if it is just for a moment. I need to feel anything other than the emptiness I feel now,” Tilly pleads with me.

  Chapter 4

  Matilda

  Jax is looking down at me, but I can’t tell what he is thinking. I know I have been lost recently—heck, I am still lost. While it may be selfish and I don’t deserve it, I just need to feel him inside me again… at least one more time. I need this connection. I know it is temporary, nothing with Jackson Harris can ever be permanent, but I will always take what I can get. Besides, it isn't like I can get any more broken than I am now anyway.

  After a moment, and when I think he is going to get up and leave, he finally smiles at me. Whatever internal battle he was fighting must be over, because he resumes kissing me like I am giving him oxygen. God, no one has ever felt as good as Jax.

  “I need you too, Tilly,” he whispers between kissing me. “I’ll always need you.”

  As he kisses my neck, his hands trail down my body and underneath my dress. He lightly caresses my skin with his fingertips, grazing past my underwear, up to my stomach and then to my chest. He massages my breasts over the cups of my bra. While this feels good, I need to feel his skin touch mine.

  I try to reach down and unbutton his pants, but it is a struggle with this stupid cast on my right hand. He notices my predicament and smiles at me. “Sit up,” he demands in a deep gravelly voice.

  I do as he requests. He reaches behind me and unzips my dress, quickly pulling it over my head and leaving me in just my bra and underwear. Kneeling above me, he begins unbuttoning the black dress shirt he wore for the funeral today. After removing his top, he pulls his white under shirt over his head. I watch his hands travel down to undo and remove his pants, leaving him in just his delectable black briefs.

  Jax has definitely gotten sexier over the years. Traveling has done him well. He has a deliciously lean and muscular body (like a swimmer) with those almost photoshopped-looking abs that lead to the perfect V, all the way down to his briefs, which contain a sizable bulge.

  Laying himself back down, he resumes kissing me like a lustful teen. It is almost as if we are making up for a decade of missed kisses. I arch my back to allow his hands access in order to unclasp my bra. Finally, with it removed and my bare breast rubbing against his toned chest, the friction on my hard-as-diamond nipples is almost enough to push me over the edge as the aching in my core grows.

  Seeming to notice how excited I am, Jax presses kisses to my neck, working his way down to my exposed breast. He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, while pinching and rolling the other between his fingers. He coordinates amongst both of my breasts, ensuring they each get the necessary attention they deserve. The sensation is overwhelming, and I come undone. My whole body tightens and vibrates, releasing its orgasmic build-up.

  I am so lost while gently moaning his name that I don’t notice him work his way along my stomach, before pressing his mouth to my mound through my underwear. Still coming down from my last orgasm, the light gentle kisses he is giving me now are going to set me off quickly.

  I feel his fingers delicately roll my underwear down my legs, leaving me bare for him as I kick them off. His face drops to the apex of my thighs, as his fingers softly caress my lips. Slowly sliding one between my folds, he groans, “Fuck, Tilly. You are so wet.” His comment only makes me wetter. “I’m barely holding on by a thread here, but I cannot survive the night if I don’t properly taste you first.”

  The next thing I know, he is spreading me open and sucking on my clit. The experience is absolutely divine. I try to hold off the next orgasm, wanting to enjoy this as long as I can. But as he starts to pump—one, then two fingers inside me, rubbing my G-spot as he goes—I unravel again, whispering his name to the stars.

  While riding out my orgasm, Jax rids himself of his briefs. I only catch a slight glimpse of his beautiful cock before he is on top of me, lining up with my entrance. It appears time has been generous in that department as well. It wasn’t that he was ever small, but I do not remember him being so long or thick.

  Jax enters me slowly, filling me inch by delicious inch. This is exactly what I needed, just a moment to feel alive and loved, even if it will all be over in the morning. “Damn, you are so tight, hot, and wet. I told myself I need to be gentle with you, that I don’t want to hurt you. But, fuck, Tilly. I don’t think I will be able to hold back.”

  I use my inner muscles to squeeze his cock inside me. He groans in reply. I know it must be complete agony for him and I cannot help but giggle. Then, he gives me the sexy, smoldering look that comes with a warning not to push him.

  “Then don’t hold back. If I feel any pain, I will warn you. Please, I need you. I need all of you Jax,” I plead.

  This must have been the right thing to say because next thing I know, he lifts my legs to rest over his shoulders before thrusting deep inside of me. The pain from the pressure is absolutely intoxicating. I love every second of it. It doesn’t take long for another orgasm to hit me. I can feel myself convulse around his cock, which makes him groan more and continue thrusting.

  He keeps fucking me hard through my release, dragging it out and making it the longest one I have ever had. I am not sure I can take much more. Sensing my exhaustion, Jax looks at me and smiles. Then he leans down and kisses me deeply while he thrusts, nearly bending me in half. It hurts my ribs a little, but the pleasure is enough to block it all out. I am sure my body will regret my choices tomorrow. But it isn’t like I have anywhere I need to be.

  “I need you to give me one more, sweetheart,” Jax whispers against my mouth.

  “I can’t,” I pant; the stimulation is almost too much.

  “Yes, you can.”
Jax reaches between us as he continues thrusting hard and kissing me deeply. I feel his thumb as it starts rubbing circles on my overly-sensitive clit. Damn him, he coerces one more major orgasm from me, which triggers his own. I can feel his cock pump warm liquid inside of me, and it only continues to fuel the flames of my climax.

  At this point, we are both exhausted and can barely move. Jax pulls out of me, slowly and carefully. The sensation causes him to shutter slightly. I forgot that his cock becomes almost ticklish after he comes. I always hated how he was never ticklish. But when I learned this little tidbit, let’s just say, I got my revenge for all the times he held me down and tickled me when we were younger.

  We lie there facing each other, both completely spent. He gives me one more kiss, before pulling me in close. I find myself nestling into his chest. For the first time since the accident, I am starting to feel a little better. The guilt and grief are still there, but for the first time in days, I honestly think I might be able to survive this.

  “Thank you, Jax,” is the last thing I remember saying before falling asleep in his embrace.

  Chapter 5

  Jackson

  The sounds of birds chirping and the sun shining brightly wake me up. It seems to be the start of the perfect day, especially as I remember each sordid detail of last night. It appears my dick has started to remember as well, as he salutes the morning. I roll over trying not to groan. My back is stiff from sleeping on the hard ground. I guess spending all my time in luxury resorts has softened me up a bit. That, or I am getting old—I hope it is just the former.

  As I stretch my arms, I notice Tilly is missing. My dick loses some of his height in disappointment. I don’t blame him. I am disappointed as well. I didn’t expect morning sex, given that we are in the back yard in broad daylight. But I wouldn’t have been opposed to morning snuggles and some light fooling around.

  Quickly getting dressed, I slip out of the tent and make my way inside the house. The sight before me almost stops me dead in my tracks. Tilly is sitting at the counter, wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts. She has a full plate of breakfast that she is eating—not just nibbling on, but full-blown eating. On top of all that, she is smiling and talking to Scott and Jake.

  While I can still see a hint of grief in her eyes, it is almost like slowly, the real Tilly is coming back. I must have a big grin on my face because Robbie comes up to me and whispers, “I don’t want to know the details of what you two did last night.” He looks over at Tilly. “But whatever it was, keep doing it.” He gives me a quick pat on the back, before returning to his stool to resume drinking coffee and reading the paper, and reminding me so much of his dad right now.

  I make my way to Tilly, giving her a hug from behind and a light kiss on the cheek. She turns and smiles at me. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone this morning. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

  Although I would have loved waking up with Tilly in my arms, I can’t be upset with her right now. She looks so happy and at peace for the first time since I came back. I just smile at her, remarking, “No worries.” I give her one more kiss on the cheek, before sitting on the stool beside her.

  Jake gives me a knowing smirk and, when Tilly isn’t looking, a celebratory thumbs up. I look over at Scott, and I am a little surprised when he doesn’t give some sort of nod of approval. It isn’t that he is giving me any indication of his disapproval. Instead, it appears as though he is conflicted over the matter—which, to me, is surprising. Scott is the one who was my cheerleader when Tilly and I finally got together way back when. Maybe I am just reading into things. I need coffee—that is probably it. Coincidentally, our “twin-link” must be working because all of a sudden, Scott is passing me a cup of delicious nectar.

  “So… any plans for today?” Scott asks Tilly.

  Tilly looks up at Scott with her mouth full of food. She almost looks like a chipmunk with her cheeks puffed out—she is too damn adorable. Tilly quickly finishes chewing then swallows, before smiling at Scott. “Actually, I think I might go into the shop today. I dread seeing what condition it is in.”

  “Hey,” Jake quickly adds, pretending to be offended by the comment. “The store has been doing great under my care. Honestly, I might quit the station and take over the shop. I think it might be my true calling.”

  Tilly and Jake both burst out laughing. For as much as they are alike, they are also very different. Jake cannot stand reading. He is more of a movie and TV kind of guy. Whereas Tilly’s ideal vacation involves a tropical beach and an unlimited supply of books. Hmm, maybe I should take Tilly away somewhere. I have a shit ton of time off saved up, and not to mention, multiple vouchers for resorts.

  “Sure, Jake. Can you recommend a new book to me? How about a good nonfiction book?” Tilly challenges.

  “Umm...” Jake sits, holding his jaw in his hand and pondering, as he taps his index finger. “How about Lord of the Flies? That is a pretty good one.”

  Everyone bursts out in hysterics, except for Jake. Tilly laughs so hard that she almost falls off the stool. “Do you even know what nonfiction means?”

  “Yeah, duh, it means real,” Jake scoffs.

  “So, you mean to tell me, you thought Lord of the Flies was based on a true story?” Robbie adds, raising his eyebrow at his youngest brother.

  “Well, of course. Fiction is all that fantasy made-up stuff. People crashing in planes and being stranded really happens. Remember Alive and those guys who got stuck in the mountains?” Jake defends his suggestion.

  Realizing that he is serious, Tilly finally stops chuckling. “Jake, sometimes a fiction story can be plausible. Just because it doesn’t have witches and fairies, it doesn’t mean that they are all based on true events.”

  Jake seems baffled by this. “Hmm, that’s not good.”

  Tilly looks concerned. “Why? What is not good?”

  “Well, a couple of days ago, some kids came in from the middle school looking for a book suggestion.” Tilly starts shaking her head knowing exactly how this story will go. “They needed to do a book report on a nonfiction novel. I remembered how good that book was, even though the movie was better. Anyway, I suggested that title to them and also let them know about the movie—in case they wanted to watch it and pretend that they read the book.”

  I can practically see the steam shooting from Tilly’s ears. “First off, the book is way better than the movie. Second, almost no movie or show is made in a direct replica of the word version. So, if some poor kid chooses to write about the movie they watched, instead of reading, they are going to fail. Third, they are going to fail anyway, because the book is fiction.” Tilly pauses for a moment, considering her next words wisely. “Jake, I appreciate all the help you have provided this week. I cannot imagine that it was easy, given your shifts at the station. But please, never ever work at the bookshop again.”

  Jake scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest and mocking that he is offended. “Fine.”

  Tilly lets out a deep breath. “Besides, I was thinking we should expand the shop anyway. Or cut down on those old dusty books and add a video section. We will make more money that way,” Jake says, trying to add fuel to the fire.

  “Are you kidding me? Video stores are totally extinct because of streaming media.” Tilly immediately dismisses the idea.

  “Yea, but streaming doesn’t have everything. And you can only have so many subscriptions. Also, we live out in the middle of nowhere, and our internet is far from reliable. The wind blows or it’s a cloudy day and everything shuts off. The box thing is nice for new movies, but what happens when you want to binge on old stuff? Remember back in the day? Going to the Movie Gallery: five movies, five nights, five dollars. We would binge those old horror and action flicks. Also, I hate to break it to you, sis. But with all these e-books, no one wants to buy dirty old books anymore. They take up too much precious space.”

  “How dare you?” Tilly seethes, now truly insulted by her brother. “Books are a precious comm
odity. The printed word will never die. Your video stores died out because the consumers moved on to something better. While people enjoy e-books, there is something special about owning an actual book. Especially when it comes to collectors, first editions, and author-signed copies.”

  “Okay, nerds. Quit your bitching,” Scott interjects. “Jake, the bookstore is not going anywhere or changing.”

  “See?” Tilly smugly interrupts, then sticks her tongue out at Jake. Scott holds up his hands, stopping her.

  “But, Jake, you do have a good point. We do live out in a rural area with poor bandwidth for streaming media at a decent quality. I miss the rental place, and I think enough people in town could be interested in that business.” Scott states diplomatically; he is usually the one to break up fights between the twins.

  “See?” Jake looks at Tilly, mimicking her by sticking his own tongue out.

  Tilly huffs, “Fine.” Before she concedes, “It isn’t the worst idea, Jake. But you are not touching the books.”

  Sitting here, and watching the Moore siblings bicker, makes me realize just how much I have missed home. I love my traveling and I love my job. But honestly, it is starting to get old. I realize how alone I have been, especially now that I am in the same room with everyone again. A majority of my relationships are via email or phone calls. Girlfriends are not an option. Though truthfully, there is only one girl that I have ever wanted to tie myself to, and she is right here in the-middle-of-nowhere, Minnesota. I’m not saying that I’ve been celibate this past decade. But they were nothing more than the casual vacation hookups, used to satisfy a craving for the one thing I couldn’t have.

  I don’t know. Maybe it is time I started looking to put my roots down somewhere. Life is short. Mr. and Mrs. Moore have been a grim reminder of that. Also, right now, I am starting to worry that one day I will wake up and be old and alone… with nothing but the memories of all the traveling I did by myself… and filled with regret over the life I could have had with Tilly. But didn’t.