Free Fool for Love (Believe #2) by Karen Ferry Page A

I bite my lip when she moans in ecstasy. It’s the most erotic sound in the world.
    I don’t know how much time passes, but my pussy throbs and I can’t take this for much longer. As if she can tell I’m getting impatient, she stops and places her soft hands on my legs. The air is thick with our mingled arousal, working like an aphrodisiac. She pushes gently on my legs, and I spread them wider apart; wetness pools in my pussy, knowing what she’s about to do. She smiles gently at me and places soft kisses on my inner thighs before her head descends.
    “Oh, my god,” I breathe when her mouth closes on my clit, and I can’t keep my eyes open any longer. I let my head fall back and give up my body to her. I become lost once more, and reality fades away at last.
    Leaving nothing but pleasure in its wake.
     

     

     
    It’s late afternoon, and Suzy left my apartment just a few minutes ago; I wish she’d stayed, but I know that’s not how it is between us. I might wish differently, but my mama taught me to be realistic. While it may hurt me to know that Suzy doesn’t return my affections, it’s my own fault. She’s never said those three pesky words to me. She’s always been honest about her emotions, and I can’t hate her for not reciprocating my love.
    I’m lying in bed, watching the last rays of the sun paint the sky orange and red, and I’m contemplating where I go from here. I don’t believe in fairy-tales, or unicorns, or all that crap, but I want the same as everybody else. Love.
    I wish for someone to hold me at night.
    Someone who will help me pick up the pieces if I break.
    A person who will love me , and not the prestige my name can bring her. Or him.
    I’m like Suzy in many ways, because I hate labels; I hate that society has this misconstrued concept that I am either gay or straight – that I can’t be both.
    Love is love. That’s it. End of discussion.
    I’ll show everyone that I don’t give a damn about what they think.
    I choose my own path in life. I’m just having trouble finding the right direction.
    Turning around on my back, my mind wanders to my beautiful, blonde friend, and I wonder if I can help her in some way. I’m not sure if I should tell her about the job at The Vault that Rowan texted me about earlier, but maybe I’ll have to. I know that it won’t be long until Suzy begins to feel that she has to do something drastic, and I’m scared she’ll fall into the wrong hands if I don’t push her in the right direction. This way, I’ll at least have the means to keep an eye on her.
    Suzy is the kind of girl who deserves cuddles and kisses in abundance. She deserves the happy-ever-after that she’s always dreamed about.
    But – why won’t she choose me ?
    My soul is hurting deeply at this moment, completely falling to pieces, and I almost feel physically ill. Closing my eyes, I curl into a ball and let the tears fall, cursing my traitorous heart for leading me astray.
    Tomorrow, I will let Suzy go entirely. I will lock my love for her away in a box and throw away the key. I will move forward.
    But tonight – tonight, I let the heartache tear through me. I cry until sleep finally takes pity on me, taking me away from the shattered pieces of my heart and into oblivion.

 

     
    “D AMN, DAMN, BLOODY DAMN!” I mumble erratically, banging my head slightly behind me as I’m in the elevator to my home. That wasn’t supposed to happen; but it was inevitable, I guess. I needed the physical connection with Morgan.
    Sighing, I rub my eyes and walk out of the elevator when it reaches the third floor.
    “No more,” I whisper. I insert my key into the lock, and push it open.
    I haven’t walked more than a step inside when a loud bark stops me. My eyes widen as I see a large dog bounding towards me. I brace and wait for it to attack me – but it doesn’t.
    “Rufus! Sit!” Garrett commands from the left of me. The dog’s bum hits the floor with a low thump. I relax and take