"What am I going to do when you leave? I don't want you to go." Tears slowly leak down Monica's beautiful face and I hate it.

I rock on my heels and shove an agitated hand through my hair. "I wish I didn't have to go. I wish you could come with me." I tug at the roots. "I wish a lot of things, Monica. You know that." I don't want to leave her but I have to. She's got things to take care of and so do I.

Life isn't meant to be lived in a rose-colored bubble. But what if life could be lived that way? It can't. Don't I fucking know it.

We've only spent two and a half weeks together, nearly three at this point. The next time I'll probably be able to spend with her isn't until her birthday. Jesus Christ. That's nearly a month away.

Regardless of my internal thought process I try to reassure her. "Everything is going to be fine." I sit next to her on the bed and take one of her hands in mine. "We'll be just fine, long-distance relationship or not. It's still you and me." If I have anything to say about it, it's always going to be her and I.

"Boston?" She'd finally muttered my name after a moment of introspection.

"Yeah?"

"Make love to me?" I bite the inside of my cheek because I want to but I know she's got to be sore from earlier today. "You don't want to?" I hate the self-doubt in her voice, thinking I'd want anything else but to be buried inside of her.

I don't verbally answer her, no, I just bring my lips to hers. Pushing her on the bed, knees buckling so she falls backwards beautifully, she lets out a small umph of a noise. She kicks off her shoes as I undo her pants, then slips them off with her underwear simultaneously. I discard mine until I'm as naked as she is, standing before her.

She sits back up and reaches forward, grabbing my length in her hand. She pumps me softly as she places her other palm on my abdomen. "I want you inside of me." Her words make me let out a groan. "Deep inside of me." Something about the way she said it was desperate though, somehow I felt a different meaning than what was on the surface.

"I want to be inside of you too, baby. I just don't want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you."

"Boston, I want you. Now."

She lays back again, scooting herself up until she reaches the pillows, and then gets under the blanket. I follow suit, pushing her legs apart with my knees with, "Let's get you nice and wet." I spit on two fingers and bring them to her soft folds. I run them up and down, coating her slit with the wetness from my mouth until I feel her beginning to get slicker on her own accord. "Good girl. That's it." I work her until she's nearly soaking the sheets. She lets out a little gasp when I slip my middle digit inside of her. "You alright?" She nods, hips rotating against my hand, searching for more. "You sore?" She nods again which has my finger circling her tender walls. "Too sore for me?"

She shakes her head no. "I'm sore but it feels good though." I roll my thumb back and forth over her clit, my finger still stroking her insides. "So good." She moans out and her eyes flutter back.

"That's my girl, keep getting nice and wet. Get ready for me, baby." Monica's back arches slightly as her breathing picks up. Her hips are rocking faster on me, causing those perfect tits of hers to bounce with the movements. "Come for me." And she does; beautifully. The way she shakes as she grabs ahold of my wrist, like she can't stand the pleasure pushing against her, is the hottest thing. Once she comes down, her grip releases me and I pull my finger out of her.

I don't even give her a moment to recover before sinking between her legs. I line myself up with her before slowly pushing my length all the way in, wanting to join her orgasmic bliss. A gasp leaves her lips as I stretch her out again, making her take me.

"So big..." She tosses her back and I kiss up her neck until I get to her ear. "God, it's so big..."

"You take it so well." I pick up my pace, rolling my hips into her over and over again. Slow and steady, making exactly what she'd asked me to make to her; love. "So, so well, baby."

A low moan leaves her as she reaches down to play with herself and I love that she feels comfortable enough to do that with me now. I wonder if she'll touch herself and think of me while we're away from each other. Don't think about that right now. Right. I'm staying a few more days. We've got time.

"I love feeling you inside of me. I love that we're here right now. I love you, Boston." My heart feels like it's going to malfunction at any moment, either stopping abruptly or beating right out of my fucking chest.

"I love you too." I can't help the slight quickening of my pace. I want to show her just how much, make her feel it.

"That's it." She murmured up to me, holding my eyes as I ram into her. Her mouth drops open and begins to tremble in a way I adore so much. "Boston— I'm gonna." God, those green eyes are so fucking sexy. I watch as she orgasms, as the stars combust inside that emerald gaze.

She's mine. All mine. She loves me.

And with that thought, I let myself go, panting her name as she does mine the entire time. Love. We'd made love. I'd never made love with another person, not like this. She'd given me another first.

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Dropping Monica off at school in the morning made me extremely agitated, setting my mood for the rest of the day. I'd called my shop and rescheduled three more clients, I was ruining my reputation for sure at this point. Thankfully, my work speaks for itself, regardless of my shitty attendance as of late.

Currently, I'm sitting in my hotel room, sketching up a couple of pieces for a client. At least I'd have something to send them and get okayed by the end of the day. As I'm rounding the curvature of a woman's nose my phone goes off.

I don't look at the name as I irritatedly answer, "This is Boston." Thank you for interrupting me trying to be some sort of productive.

"I'm fully aware of who I called, thank you very much, son." I let out a breath, pushing my work away a from me, wondering what he wants. My father rarely calls me, especially when he's away on business.

"So, what's going on, Dad? Why the afternoon, well, it's nighttime for you, phone call?" There's a long pause, as if he's deciding how or what to say. "Hellooo?"

"It's about the girl. You didn't tell me the girl you were with was Monica McCaslin." I don't say anything to that, waiting on him to elaborate. "The police informed me of the name of your feminine companion. Well, I know—"

"Yeah, I just found out myself that she knows you firsthand. And uhm, how she knows you." Her sister-in-law slept with you and moved in with you right after you and mom divorced. I'm not fucking going there and I doubt I'll have to. He's a smart man. It's a sensitive subject and it'd be best to avoid it.

"Regardless of that fact, you do realize who her family is, right? The repercussions this may have if things end poorly between the two of you?"

Uh, no. No, I don't.

"What do you mean?"

"Her family is a bunch of MMA fighters as well as business associates of mine. Personal, very close business associates of mine." His voice is taught.

"Oh yeah, I totally knew that. One-hundred fucking percent fell in love with a girl just to fuck with your business. We all know just how much I even give a shit about your empire to want to sabotage it." I'm met with quiet. "Nothing to say to that?"

"You fell in love with her? That's a strong word to use for a new acquaintance." No shit. The eye roll I'm doing should be enough to see the entire back of my fucking skull. He lets out a heavy sigh. "Just be careful, Boston. Do not mess with her heart. Her father is connected and he has a rather—"

"I've met him. He's seems like a great guy." Albeit extremely intimidating but pretty great, nonetheless.

"You've met Seth?" Another pause and a tight tone. "How about her other family members?" I really thought he wouldn't go there but I guess so.

"I mean, if you're talking about if I know that her brother is married to a girl you once fucked, ruining your marriage with mom over, then yes— I know that. But no, no I didn't meet Jamie. I have met Amelia though, as you're well aware of."

"Boston, you know that is not how it happened. We've talked about this." And who am I to believe someone as slick as my father? I'm not. He is where he is for a reason.

"Whatever. Are we done here?" Because I sure as fuck am.

"When are you coming home?" He doesn't even sound perturbed. I hate how nothing fazes him.

"I'm not five years old." I deadpan, "I'll be home when I'm home."

"Boston, we can end this conversation civilly. There is no need for it to be like this."

I end the call thinking there's no reason I shouldn't.

A/N:
Happy Tuesday!