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Date Posted: 23:42:06 09/28/06 Thu
Author: Braden
Subject: inside
In reply to: Reese 's message, "Inside" on 23:34:24 09/28/06 Thu

He lit up the hand rolled and took a few long hits off of it, letting it settle in his lungs at the same time that it started settling his tension a little. His jaw set as he heard her ‘damn you’ tossed at him and his eyes slid shut but when they did his imagination just ran away with him and showed him Reese going even further with that kid. He pictured the bumbling, rough teen stripping away the clothes and pushing himself inside of her, hurting her, making her cry out, giving her no pleasure. He groaned, tipping his head back and growling. He didn’t want that for her, damn it, he wanted to be the one to show her what it was like to be with a man, a real man, not a boy who wouldn’t know how to please and satisfy her body. He swallowed heavily, quickly taking another hit off the hand rolled, the tobacco managing to calm his libido along with his nerves. He finished about half of it, had another shot of whiskey and then ran the back of his hand over his face. He could hear her crying in the other room and it was breaking his heart, piece by piece, until he could stand it no longer. In an instant, his long legs were carrying him into her room and his well muscled arms were picking her up. A mere second later he was sitting in the recliner with her in his arms, wrapped in the blanket, holding her so tightly to him that it might possibly be cutting off her air supply. “Don’t cry...don’t cry Reesey, please don’t cry...” He murmured softly, his head going to duck down and kiss away her tears from her cheeks. “Please, baby, don’t cry...I don’t like you crying...” He was desperate, he couldn’t handle her tears, he couldn’t disappoint her again, he’d already disappointed her so much...he let her brother die. He hadn’t stopped Keegan from joining up in his elite team, he hadn’t been there for her that morning when she had apparently needed him. He was such a failure and she deserved so much more and god, she had to stop crying or he was going to lose it, yet again.

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