Taunting Lips (A Teasing Hands Accompaniment) by Elena M. Reyes Read Free Book Online Page B

because he’s filling your head with lies.” This woman needed to shut it, her fucking bullshit working my already frayed nerves.
    “Hunter and me will never happen, Mom. Jesus…get it through your head already!”
    “You will respect me while living in my house.”
    “Then I’ll move out. I think it’s time.” Neither of us said a word as Amanda stormed past us, her body rigid and posture determined as I followed silently behind her until she stopped at the trunk of my car. My gatita leaned back and appraised me with hard eyes.
    I eye fucked her just the same. Took in her beauty and smiled. She would always be that fierce little kitten I loved to tame.
    “You weren't answering my calls.” There, it was said. Shifting my weight from foot to foot, I fidgeted and waited. Amanda needed to at the very least meet me halfway, see that I was putting an honest effort into us.
    “And it didn't occur to you that maybe…I don’t know…I wasn't ready to talk. Or that I no longer want to hear what you have to say?”
    Fuck, that was a reality I didn’t want to face. “ Gatita , I—”
    “Camden, look at me.”
    How could I when it felt like this was our goodbye? She pled again, and this time I let her see all of me. Every bit of my desperation and hurt. Amanda let out a painful sob and swayed, and I rushed to reach out for her and pulled her in close.
    Perfection was how she felt in my arms. Warm and soft. The perfect equal to my harsher lines. I angled my hips away from her slightly, my cock becoming harder with each shudder she released. This is how we were meant to be. This is how we would be if I had any say in it.
    “I’m—” I began again, but the tremble of her body and the shake of her head made me pause mid-sentence.
    “Please don’t,” Amanda begged through quivering lips.
    “ Gatita , I need to explain. Just let me explain.” At this, she pulled herself away from me—stumbling, she managed to hold her body up using my car. My face crumbled, and an invisible, yet painful knot lodged itself in my throat.
    “Not now.” In my head, all I heard was never.
    I’d lost her.

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    I stayed glued—my limbs couldn't move as she pulled away and walked inside. The invisible wall she’d resurrected was firmly in place, and it would take more than what I had to break down every stone I helped create.
    They say that time heals all wounds, that you will breathe easier with each day that passes. It was a lie. It took me losing this sweet girl to realize the things I avoided after serving Olivia the divorce papers. She hurt me, and I let her.
    After a few minutes, I regained the use of my body and walked toward the driver’s side. I cast one last longing look toward the front door, then opened the car door, and got in. If I wanted my  gatita  back, I was going to have to face the one demon that—until today—I never knew existed.
    Picking up my phone, I dialed the one person I knew would never judge me. “Hey, man, can you meet me at the condo?”
    “Took you long enough.” Oliver laughed. I didn't, and that sobered him up quickly. “You okay?”
    How did I respond to that and not sound like a total bitch?
    “To be honest with you, I don’t know.” Backing down her driveway, I made a fast turn once on the main road and headed toward I-95. My condominium was in a trendy part of South Beach; I liked it this way. Near the beaches and surrounded by women dressed in next to nothing. “Just saw Amanda…”
    He let out a long sigh before speaking. “Let me call Stacy…give me twenty, and I’ll be over.”
    “I’ll pick up a bottle of Middleton on my way home.” Getting off the highway, I drove up a few streets until merging with US-1 and continued on until reaching my destination. It took just a few minutes to locate my poison for the evening; would've been quicker if the female sales rep would’ve left me alone.
    Why couldn't a woman realize—and not take offense—when a