Free Give Me All Of You by Delka Beazer

longingly at him, then the doubt crept into her eyes. She shook her head. “But I feel like I need to be close to you,” she whispered.
    The anger went out of her with that admission. He hauled her into his arms, heaved a sigh of tremendous relief. “I’ve felt that way for months, honey. I’ll find a way to clear this up as soon as I can.”
    She was quiet against him, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

Chapter n ine
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Driving through the twilight, Mina stole lingering glances at the full moon as it rose to its place in the sky. She smiled as she remembered.
    H er body still hummed in all the places Hunter had skimmed with his fingertips or brushed with his lips throughout the remainder of their afternoon together. He’d blown hot little clouds of air across the expanse of her skin which had made her gasp and groan.
    Her breath came short at the memory of his raven head bent low over her, his tongue a hot, marauding instrument which had made her cry out more than once.
    She squirmed in h er seat, if she didn’t calm down, she’d caused a wreck.
    Pulling into the driveway of Bronswort mansion , a shadow loomed out of nowhere, she shrieked in shock. Slammed on the brakes. Heart hammering she studied it.
    Josephine?
    What the hell was she doing here?
    She felt a sharp pang of irritation. Her mother’s presence could only ruin the evening.
    Mouth pressed into an uncompromising line, she killed the engine and got out of the car.
    “What are you doing here ?” She strode over to Josephine.
    Josephine paus ed uncertainly, her normally stoic face haggard in the receding light. “There’s something I have to tell you,” her voice was a plea.
    Mina didn’t care. “You didn’t have to come in person, a phone call would’ve sufficed,” she snapped.
    Josephine had abandoned them so long ago. She was heartily sick of all these little attempts at reconciliation. First the birthday get-together, now this?
    Josephine raised dark eyes to her face, and even in the fading light Mina could see that they were bruised with misery.
    Josephine’s shoulders sagged. “I deserve your anger, even your hate. I’ve been nothing but a reminder of the family you’ve lost.” She raised a hand to her.
    Mina stumbled back from the gesture, her heart twisted painfully. “I lost nothing. You were never a mother to me. Your leaving showed me that!”
    Josephine t urned away, her proud, strong features mired in her own personal turmoil. “I’ve always loved you Mina.”
    “No!” the words were loud in the cooling night, they’d come from somewhere deep inside her, someplace that Josephine’s cruel, heartless words had ripped back open. She was beside herself with the torrent of horrible scenes and countless painful memories that she’d had to endure. “You’ve never loved me, if you had you wouldn’t have left when I was barely five years old,” she cried, willing herself not to break down.
    “You don’t understand,” Josephine began sobbing, her fingers curled into impatient claws.
    Mina shook and stayed pointedly out of reach. “Please don’t waste my time trying to resurrect what can’t be salvaged between us. We share the same blood, that’s all.”
    She turned and stomped towards the house.
    “Stop!” Josephine cried out.
    Mina didn’ t know why but her legs stopped beneath her, stubbornly she kept her back to Josephine.
    “ Six months after you were born, I got pregnant again. Hermile was ecstatic but I was angry. I felt trapped deeper into a motherhood I didn’t want,” her mouth twisted into a sneer. “I was very self-absorbed back then. I went behind his back and had an … an abortion,” a wrenching sob broke through, followed by another.
    Mina clenched her body tight. A part of her wanted to r un to Josephine but she was afraid to move.
    Hermile had never explained the bitterness and anger that even as a five year old she’d seen growing between her parents.
    She