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Chapter 4

Holly

My doorbell chimes, and my nerves fire up hard. Giving a last fluff of my hair in the mirror, I look at myself sternly and mutter, “Tim is just a friend. This is going to be a nice, friendly dinner where we catch up and nothing more.”

My reflection sneers back at me. “Yeah, right. You’re just as attracted to him as you were in high school. You’re still in love with him for that matter. Just give in, baby. Your fate is sealed.”

I stick my tongue out at myself and turn off the bathroom light. The doorbell chimes again so I hurry my pace to my front door, take a deep breath, and open it.

And holy hell… men shouldn’t be allowed to be that gorgeous. Tim shouldn’t be allowed to be that gorgeous, because it makes me squirm and itch. He’s six feet of solid muscle, something I didn’t appreciate the other day in the hospital. He’s wearing a dark gray t-shirt that’s molded to his chest and abdomen with well-fit, dark jeans. His arms and shoulders are ripped, and he clearly has continued his stringent workouts that he followed in high school. His right arm is covered in a sleeve of tattoos, the detail of which I can’t see easily because of his dark skin.

It’s not lost on me, or Tim, that I’m perusing his body and when my eyes finally drag up to meet his, those amber irises are looking at me intently with just a slight quirk to his lips in amusement. Then Tim gives it back to me, slowly raking his gaze down my body. I’m pleased with my choice to go with a peach-colored blouse that hangs off one shoulder and a white denim skirt that showcases my legs. I left my hair long and loose, because I could never forget the way Tim constantly used to run his fingers through it.

“You look beautiful,” Tim says, his voice husky.

“You do too,” I whisper, and with that mutual acknowledgment that our attraction for each other still exists, an electric current seems to sizzle between us.

“Our dinner reservations are in fifteen minutes,” he murmurs while his eyes do another pass down my body. “You ready?”

I swallow hard and, before I can talk myself out of it, I say, “Or… we could just stay here… I’m sure I can whip something up or we can order a pizza.”

Tim reaches both arms up and grasps the edges of the door casing. He leans his upper body in closer to me and murmurs, “If I step foot in this house—right now—you know dinner is the last thing either of us are going to be thinking about.”

“And we need to talk,” I finish his thought.

“We need to talk,” he agrees. When he holds his hand out to me, I place mine in his, immediately reconnecting to his warmth and security.

***

Tim takes me to a creole restaurant I suggested that’s not too far from my house. We decide to just order several appetizers and over charbroiled oysters, fried green tomatoes, and crab cakes, I ask Tim to update me on his life since we graduated high school.

I was surprised over his career path. The Tim Davis I knew and loved had his heart set on college so he could pursue a law degree. I was stunned that he dropped out after his sophomore year at Syracuse and chose to become a firefighter instead. It becomes quickly apparent to me that this is what he was supposed to do with his life, because the joy and passion when he talks about his job is deeply touching to me.

“So, what happened to Columbia?” he asks as he cuts a fried green tomato in half, putting a piece on my plate and take the other for himself. “You said you transferred to Tulane the other day.”

I nod, using a knife and fork to cut my slice into equal bites. This gives me the excuse to look at my food instead of at him. “Yeah… um, my father and I sort of had a falling out over what he did.”

I take a peek at Tim. He’s gone still, his eyes dark with interest. He sets his silverware down and rests his elbows on the table, steepling his hands before his face. “What happened?”

Setting my own silverware down, I clear my throat. “I could never reconcile what he did to you. The terrible things he said to you. I tried to argue with him and for the first time in my life, my father hit me. It was more like an open-handed slap across my face, but he called me a dirty whore for being with a black man.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tim growls.

I hold up a hand to stop him. “He tried to make me feel dirty for loving you, but I just couldn’t. There was nothing wrong with it. It was so right. I was so sure of my feelings for you.”

“Yet you broke up with me,” he says quietly, and I don’t miss the tiny bit of bitterness in his voice.

I nod, lowering my eyes in shame. “He made me. Threatened to kick me out of the house after graduation with nothing but the clothes on my back.”

“Fuck me,” Tim mutters, but I don’t dare look back up at him.

“I was scared, Tim. I had my whole life mapped out… college, medical school, a career helping people. And here I was, on the verge of being homeless and penniless.”

“Holly,” Tim whispers, but I still won’t look at him.

“I don’t know if he meant good on his threat, but I was too afraid to stand up to him. I was too weak. I chose to let you go instead.”

Tim is utterly silent. Although those were some really hard words to get out, I feel a weight lifting from my shoulders now that he knows the whole truth. I finally dare a glance at him, and I’m stunned to see sympathy swimming in his beautiful eyes.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs, reaching a hand across the table to take mine.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell him, my voice quavering with emotion. “I’m so sorry that I couldn’t be stronger.”

Tim’s fingers squeeze hard against mine. “No,” he says harshly. “It’s not your fault. You were fucking eighteen years old and scared out of your mind. You did what you had to do, and if that meant cutting me loose, then you had to do that to keep yourself secure.”

“I don’t deserve that from you,” I choke out.

“Don’t, Holly,” he tells me firmly. “You need to let it go. You did nothing wrong. You hear me? You. Did. Nothing. Wrong.”

I nod, not really accepting what he’s saying, but no longer having the strength to argue against his forgiveness.

“How did you end up in New Orleans?” Tim asks as he gives me a final squeeze and releases my hand. He then nods to my plate and adds on, “Eat.”

I take the small reprieve he gives me in the heavy conversation and pick at a crab cake. “My relationship with my father was broken. I took his roof that summer and then his tuition money, but the day he kicked you out of our house… I broke emotional ties with him. I spent my freshman year at Columbia applying for scholarships to other universities so I could get out from his hold completely. I got several offers, but Tulane was the furthest away from New York. I left after my freshman year and never looked back.”

“You cut ties with your father?” Tim asks incredulously.

“He was my hero, Tim,” I defend my actions. “And then he completely violated my trust in him. And I’m sorry… but I just can’t accept his views. They aren’t me. He made me feel bad for having feelings for you, and I just couldn’t forgive it.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he murmurs, taking a sip of the wine we had ordered.

“I still talk to my parents, but it’s stilted… impersonal. I think I’ve been back home maybe three times in the past nine years. My mother still pretends like we’re a family, but we’re not. Haven’t been for ten years.”

“I’m sorry,” Tim says.

I give him a wry smile. “Nothing for you to be sorry about.”

“There is,” he says quietly. “I’m sorry for thinking the worst about you for so long. I just assumed that you prescribed to your father’s way of thinking. That maybe I was just a novelty to you… rich, white chick dating the ruggedly handsome, black football player.”

I snicker over the imagery, but then I turn serious. I hope he understands when I say, “I loved you, Tim. You were my first love. It was true. My father never changed that. He just made it impossible for me to see it through.”

The muscles in Tim’s throat work as he swallows hard. His eyes are deep pools of sadness and lost time. “What am I going to do with you?” he murmurs.

I cut my gaze over to our waiter, who is hovering nearby. With a motion of my wrist, I silently ask for our check. Picking up my napkin from my lap, I dab at my mouth and then lay it across my plate. “How about taking me home? I’m sure you can figure out something after that.”

Tim’s eyes flash hot… sparking with intensity as he stares at me across the table. His lips curve up in a wicked grin. “I think I can come up with something.”

Chapter 5

Tim

The short drive back to Holly’s house is noticeably quiet. I expect it’s because both of our minds are preoccupied with what’s to come.

I can’t deny it… from the moment I laid eyes on Holly in the emergency room the other day, I was reminded of how deeply attracted I am to this woman on a physical level. Despite the pain she had caused me, my cock was still very much interested in her.

After our conversation tonight… and the things I’ve learned?

My mind is on absolute overdrive trying to make sense of it all. Because now, I have been cleared to act on that attraction, and clearly, Holly wants the same thing. Before too long, I’m going to be sunk into that beauty.

But this is now more than just physical attraction, something Holly and I never ran short of when we were together in high school. Now old feelings have been revived, and every bit of pain and anger is gone. All I feel now is warmth and care toward her as well as tremendous sympathy for what she went through. I admire her bravery in standing up to her old man and for holding true to her values. This all presses down upon me, and I have to wonder what that bitch fate has in mind for us going forward.

For the immediate future, the one thing I do know is that I’m going to fuck Holly like she’s never had it before. I was a boy then… but I’m a man now. I’ve learned a thing or two since we lost our virginity to each other in the back seat of my mom’s old Buick Skylark.

I park the car in Holly’s driveway and follow her silently up to her front porch. Her house is modest for a doctor, but Holly never struck me as one that wanted wasted extravagance. Even though she grew up in wealth, she was never the type of girl that was stuck on trends or possessions, which is something that made me more comfortable with her, because I absolutely didn’t come from wealth.

When Holly bends her head to stick her key in the lock, I walk up close behind her, immediately immersed in her scent. My chest brushes against her shoulder blades, and I lean forward to nuzzle into her neck. She sighs… softly, and leans back into me, the lock momentarily forgotten.

My arms wrap around her waist, and I pull her back in tighter to me. My voice is soft but gruff. “It’s been so long, Holly.”

“Seems like a lifetime ago,” she murmurs. “But sometimes, it feels like only yesterday.”

My hand snakes up, takes her by the chin, and turns her head to the side. I lean around her, still keeping my other arm around her waist.

I kiss her… not too soft, but not too hard. It’s more like a reclaiming of that mouth I have admittedly fantasized about over the years since we’ve been apart. Holly may have broken my heart, but that didn’t mean all of my memories of her were harsh. Quite the contrary, the crushing of my heart is indicative of how deep my feelings for her went, which provided a lasting impression on me and had me comparing her to all the other women in my life.

Yes, we were young when we were together, and yes… it was first love. But just as Holly said, it was a true love. It was pure, sweet, and innocent. It was innocent because we had no clue of the troubles that would face us because our skin color was different. It just didn’t matter to Holly and me, so it was beyond the comprehension of our young hearts that it would stand in our way.

Holly kisses me back… deeply and without reservation. Her hand slides up and around the back of my neck, her fingertips digging in. My arm tightens around her stomach as I press my hips into her back. The tiny moan she lets out tells me she feels and appreciates how hard I am for her already.

Pulling my mouth away, I give her a tiny push toward the door. “Get that door unlocked.”

My hands come to her hips, just so I can keep touching her, and she deftly slides the key in to give us entrance. As soon as the door is closed, she turns to me with open arms and we are kissing again. This time deeper… hotter. She groans, and then I groan, the feel of her in my mouth so fucking good.

Then she’s in my arms and I’m walking her back toward her bedroom as she gives me loose directions while we continue to kiss. I set her down on her feet, and she’s pulling at my t-shirt while I work the button and zipper on her little white skirt. Our hands fumble… frantic to get at the skin below. We get sidetracked by our shoes and for me to get a condom out of my wallet, but in the end, it takes just mere seconds for us to get naked.

She steps back from me, her eyes slowly roaming down my body. When she gets to my cock, which is hard as a rock and tilted upward, I can literally feel the heat of her gaze. Lust courses through me, and I can’t help my hand reaching out to grasp my own thickness. I stroke myself up and down, watching Holly’s eyes practically dilate. Lust boils thick within me.

“Get on the bed, baby,” I command her while I pump my cock with my hand.

She scrambles… scoots to the center and lies down on her back. Her skin is pale, creamy, and from the looks of it, soft as satin. I can’t wait to run my lips and hands all over it. I’ve always loved the way my dark skin looked next to her porcelain softness. The contrast actually heightens the eroticism of our fucking.

Crawling onto the bed, I push her legs apart and don’t waste any time. I can’t wait… it’s been too long and I want this woman too badly right now. I’ll take the time for re-exploring her body later tonight. Kneeling between her legs, I hand her the condom and thickly command her, “Put it on me.”

Licking her lips, she quickly opens the condom and reaches out one hand to grasp onto my cock. Slender, pale fingers curve around my shaft, which jerks in response to her touch.

“Fuck, I love your touch,” I groan. “Always loved it.”

She gives me a soft smile as she rolls the condom on, giving me a hard squeeze when she’s done. I bat her hand away and fall down on top of her, making sure to catch myself on one forearm so I don’t crush her with my weight. My mouth immediately finds hers, and it’s all about the tongue and the teeth as we desperately kiss one another.

One hand slips between her legs, first to cup her gently, and then to slide a single finger inside of her. She bucks against me and moans. She’s so fucking wet already, but she’s not quite ready. I add another finger and slowly pump them in and out, stretching her and flicking my thumb against her clit. Holly’s hips gyrate wantonly, and her fingers dig into my back. It’s one of the things I always loved about her… how she gave into me with utter abandon, never once ashamed to show me how much she loved my touch.

“Tim,” she murmurs, her voice raspy. “I want you inside of me.”

“You ready for me?” I ask. “Because I’m not going to be able to take it slow or gentle with you. I want you too much to hold back.”

She shakes her head and pumps her hips against my hand. “God, I’m ready. And I can take anything you dish out.”

I kiss her again, brutally hard, and pull my hand from between her legs. Grasping onto my cock, I swipe it over her slick folds, find my purchase, and give a tiny push. She’s so fucking tight and I’m a big man, so I don’t want to hurt her. I work with short pumps of my hips, inching my way in a little deeper each time, feeling her flesh relax and mold around me like a glove. More wetness floods around me and her hands drop to my ass to urge me on.

“Please,” she moans as her fingernails score the skin on my ass.

I drop my head to her shoulder, take a breath, and slam my hips forward until I’m sunk into the hilt. Holly cries out a “yes,” and I can’t stop what sounds like an animal-like snarl that comes out of my own mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter into her shoulder. I hold myself absolutely still, afraid I might blow with just a few thrusts.

“God, I missed this,” she whispers softly. “Missed you inside of me. Missed your goodness… your heart… all of it inside of me.”

Her words touch me deeply and bring a bit of control back over me. I tentatively pull out of her a bit and sink right back in slowly. Oh, yeah… pure fucking heaven right there.

Lifting my head, I look down at her. Her eyes are half-mast but glittering with sensuality. “You okay?” I ask her.

She smiles at me. “Better than ever.”

“I can’t believe I’m here… inside of you right now. Never thought this would ever happen again.”

“I know,” she says softly, one hand coming to caress my face. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Holly,” I tell her sincerely. While I haven’t spent every day of the last ten years pining over her, I have thought about her more than I probably should.

I keep moving in and out of her languidly as we stare at one another. She arches her neck and tilts her head back, getting caught up in the pleasure. It makes me go a little harder… a little faster. I watch her face the entire time, her eyes finally giving in and closing. Her lips parted with tiny pants of air gusting out. A brief glance down and I see her breasts bouncing and swaying from my thrusts into her body.

Reaching a hand down between her legs, I place the pad of my finger against her clit and start rubbing in circles… softly at first, but then rougher. I time the power of my thrusts, first going a little deeper to make sure she can handle it, and then adding speed and power on top. Holly’s legs raise, grip my ribs with her knees, and I get rewarded with a tiny grunt every time I hit her deep.

“I’m so close, Tim,” she practically cries.

I fuck her harder, sweat now beading at my temples and rolling down the side of my face. I can feel my balls start to tighten, and I grit my teeth to try to hold it back because I don’t want to give up this feeling right now.

But then Holly gives a strangled cry, and I feel her pussy clamp down hard on my dick as she starts to orgasm. Her back arches and I slam into her again, then again, and again once more, while she moans out her release.

And fuck… right there, I start to come. I come hard and long, and with another deep thrust, I come some more. My entire body shakes with the release, and I groan against the soft skin of her neck.

Christ, that was better than it ever has been before. Better than anything Holly and I ever did in our youth, and fucking better than any other woman I’ve ever been with.

I don’t know the why of it, and I don’t really care. There is just something between Holly and me that can’t be explained but for whatever reason, it connects us on a different level. A higher plane. A cosmic emotional universe where only we exist.

And this, I like very much.

Chapter 6

Holly

I walk out of the O.R. suite, discard my mask and cap, and give my hands a good scrubbing. While I just spent the last forty-five minutes putting all of my focus into pinning a distal radius fracture, I take a moment now to let my mind leave the stress of my job and focus on something a little more pleasing.

Tim.

The other night was… well, I’m not sure what it was.

It was a coming home of sorts. It felt natural and familiar to be with him, yet it was new and exciting at the same time. We’re both still the same, but we’re different too. We have age and maturity coating our souls, which led to some amazing pillow talk after he practically put me in a coma with a blistering orgasm. We caught up on each other’s lives, holding nothing back. He told me about his ex-wife, Bonnie, and I told him about my past relationships. It was a candid discussion without any fear of reprisal.

Then Tim pushed me on my back, spread my legs wide, and proceeded to go down on me. This was something very new in our relationship, because back when we were eighteen years old and having lost our virginity to each other, neither one of us knew much about sex. I mean, a wild time together for us was trying it doggy style in the bathroom of a party one weekend.

All I know is that he made me come twice before he fucked me again, and it was just so damned good. I don’t ever remember it being this good.

Ever.

With anyone.

I expect it’s because we have history and feelings that ran very deep at one point, and may be starting to run deep again.

My phone buzzes in my lab coat hanging on hook on the wall. I dry my hands and grab it.

Smiling, I read the text from Tim. I took a chance to see if you had time for a visit. I’m in the lobby.

I type back quickly. Just finished a surgery. Be there in a minute.

When I get to the lobby, Tim is surfing on his iPhone while he sits cocked back in a relaxed position. So beautiful… sitting there in a pair of khaki shorts, running shoes, and a red t-shirt. It’s late and I know this is a quick visit, but damn… he looks good enough to eat.

“Hey,” I say as I walk up to him.

His face tilts up with a beautiful smile of welcome on his face. “Hey. Sam’s in bed so thought I’d drop by. Hope I’m not bothering you.”

“No way,” I tell him, reaching down to take his hand. “Come on… we can go hang in one of the on-call doctors’ offices for a bit. It’s pretty slow right now.”

He walks beside me… down a few hallways, and back into the administrative section of the emergency room, which houses three empty offices that the on-call doctors can use to work on their paperwork. I take the first one on the right, which I can tell is unoccupied since no light is shining underneath the door.

I flip on the light as Tim follows me in, then I shut and lock the door.

The snicking of the lock catches Tim’s attention and his eyebrows rise in surprise when I step into him close, raise a tiny bit on my toes, and give a tiny nip on his chin. “I really don’t have a lot of time, so let’s make the most of it.”

My hands work quickly at the button and zipper of his shorts and before he can even say a word, I have them pushed past his hips and his cock in my hand.

It swells quickly as I stroke him, and Tim curses. “Fuck, baby.”

“Yes, we will,” I tell him confidently. “But first… need to do this.”

Dropping to my knees, I pump him a few more times, loving how unbelievably hard he has become. Opening my mouth, I give him a tiny lick on the tip, and he jerks in my hands. I sneak a peek up at him. He’s looking down at me with such a feral look in his eyes, I almost doubt myself for a second.

That moment passes and I take him into my mouth deeply. And oh, man… he’s big. I mean, really big, and my jaw immediately protests, but I love the feel and taste of him against my tongue too much to give him up. This was also something we never attempted in the past, but it’s such an intimate act that I want to share it with him now.

Tim’s hands fist in my hair hard and his hips rock back and forth as I suck and lick at him. I look up at him again, and he’s staring down at me so intently that wetness floods in between my legs.

“Holly,” Tim mutters and holds tighter to my head. I notice his hips have stilled, but I naturally compensate with more bobbing action of my head.

“Holly… honey,” Tim groans. “Stop. You have to stop or I’m going to blow fast.”

I give a shake of my head and suck him in deeper, but in an instant, he’s gone from my mouth, having wrenched himself away from me. I look up at him in surprise, barely taking in the fact that his chest is heaving with exertion and his cock is standing up tall and wet from my saliva before he’s grabbing me under my armpits and pulling me off the floor.

Spinning me around roughly, he pushes me down chest first onto the desk. I can hear his breathing, which is harsh and grating, and his hands pull frantically at my scrub bottoms.

“Fuck, Holly… watching you take me in your mouth like that. Couldn’t handle it. So fucking turned on right now,” he pants as he tears my scrubs and underwear down my legs. His hand immediately comes up and he shoves two fingers in me. This feels oh so good because I am beyond turned on myself after feeling him in my mouth.

Tim steps up behind me, and then his fingers are replaced by him rubbing the end of his cock in between my wet folds while one hand pushes in between my shoulder blades so I lower even further down to the desk.

“Tell me now if I can’t fuck you bare,” he commands with a growl.

“You can,” I moan, implicitly trusting him.

Tim slams home… one vicious thrust of his hips, and his cock punches into me so hard, the desk scoots forward by several inches.

“Gonna be fast, baby,” Tim mutters, and then his hands are at my hips and he’s ramming in and out of me. His pelvis and legs slap against my own skin, the desk scrapes across the floor, and neither one of us can stop the moans and grunts being elicited from this wild and crazy fucking we are doing in the emergency room.

“Oh, God, Holly,” Tim groans. “You should see what I see from back here, baby. My cock tunneling into you. So fucking hot.”

I moan hard over his words and feel the first twinges of an orgasm starting to build. He fucks me even harder and when his hand reaches around, finds my clit, and pinches it, I erupt in a violent implosion of ecstasy, absolutely amazed at how well Tim can play my body.

“I’m going to come,” Tim moans. He mutters a long, drawn-out string of curses as he starts to do so, grinding himself against me to milk every bit of the pleasure.

Both of us are breathing hard. Tim leans over me, placing a soft kiss against the back of my head before he steps back and pulls out of my body. I feel wetness sliding down my legs, but then Tim reaches across the desk, grabs several tissues from a box, and cleans me up. He pulls my underwear and scrubs up before tucking himself back in, and then, best of all, he pulls me into his arms.

Resting my head against his chest, I listen to the steady thump of his heart, relishing his strength and security. I feel peaceful and fulfilled on so many levels that it’s hard to describe.

Pulling back slightly, Tim gives me a soft kiss on my lips. Smiling, he says, “Damn Holly… I truly only came by to see if you had time for a cup of coffee.”

I giggle and nuzzle back into this chest. “This was way better than a cup of coffee.”

“Fuck yeah it was,” he says as he squeezes me.

“It sucks being on duty today and tomorrow,” I mutter as one of his hands comes up to stroke my hair.

“I know,” he agrees softly. “I’m going to take Sam to the zoo tomorrow, but I was thinking… are you up for spending the day after with us? Maybe show us around New Orleans and then come over for dinner at my sister’s house?”

My arms involuntarily squeeze around his waist in answer. “I’d love to.”

“Good,” he says. “I want you to get to know Sam.”

Pulling back, I look at Tim in curiosity. “You do?”

“Of course I do,” he says like I just asked the most stupid thing in the world. “Holly… I’m not sure what you think is going on between us, but this isn’t just a vacation fuck. I might be going back to New York, but this isn’t finished between us. You know that, right?”

Warmth, tenderness, and relief courses through me. I smile at him brightly and place my palm on his chest. “It’s definitely not finished between us.”