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Love Me is a story that is similar to my books on Amazon – The Ripple Series. For those of you who have read The Ripple Series you will see the similarities.
Love Me is about a woman wanting love. She is not willing to wait. The man who promised to give her love is trying to figure things out. But, like so many relationships that are built on dishonesty, things are complicated. Or, maybe they just seem complicated. And a simple solution is all that is needed.
I hope you enjoy this story.
Matt lay in bed with Ellen lying on his chest. He twirled her hair around his finger and whispered how he missed her. She pushed herself up and looked down on him. She then straddled him. “Do you really miss me?” she teased. He told her all the time. “All the time?” She bit her bottom lip and smiled and leaned down and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth and ground her naked body back and forth against his.
They were panting. Unable to get air, he put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back. He just needed a quick breather. But she did not move. She stayed pressed against his body. Her lips were firmly over his. He pushed her harder. She pushed her hands under his back and wrapped her legs around his. Her tongue flickered inside his mouth.
He knew what she was doing. Any other time he would play along with her. But this was not a good time. He had to be somewhere. This was not what was going to happen. He could not be late again. He pushed her harder to get her to let go of him. Was he excited by what she was doing? Yes. But his erection would have to wait until next time. He did not have time to continue making love to her. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.” He said with his mouth open and in pain. She stopped grinding her body against his and stared down into his eyes. He was trying to tell her to let go. But he could not. Nor could he yank his mouth away from hers. She had bitten down on his tongue. It was firmly between her front teeth. She was biting down just enough to make him stop struggling. His eyes were getting wider. She had done some crazy things. But this was too much. What the hell was she angry about? He told her earlier that he could not stay too long.
She was breathing hard and staring at him. They were both just lying there. She let go of his tongue and sat up quickly and smacked him hard across the face.
“Why the hell did you do that?” he asked, rubbing the side of his face, looking up at her. She smacked him across the face again. “What the—” She smacked him again and again. He grabbed her wrists. “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you smacking the shit out of me?” She tried to pull here hands free from his grip. “What’s wrong with you?” She clenched her teeth and struggled to free herself. “Just tell me what’s wrong instead of going crazy.”
“You’ve been lying to me,” she said, straddling him. He squinted. “You know you have. How many times have you told me you were going to end it with her? One. Two. Three. Four. Five.” She put up a finger after each number. “It’s too many times to remember. I’m not putting up with it any longer.” She jumped off of him and onto the floor. “You can end it with her. Or, I can end it for you. But you’re not going to like how I do it.”
“Ellen, come on,” he said. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing.” Ellen stomped across the motel room picking up pieces of clothing and putting them on. “I told you everything is about timing. Do you want me to lose everything? Do you want us to have nothing?” Ellen pulled her thong into place. “Honey, we’re fighting about nothing. Everything will work out. We just need a little more time. You have to be reasonable.”
She went into the bathroom and stormed back out. “You’re right,” she said. “I’m going to be reasonable. I’m reasonably shutting my legs and my ass is reasonably off limits to you. You want to squeeze into something tight? Go home to that old maid and have her squeeze her hands together and slip it between her hands. Because that’s the only thing she has tight.”
“Now that’s not fair,” he said. “It’s a low blow. Why would you say something so ugly? She has nothing to do with this. You need—”
“What are you talking about,” she said. “She has everything to do with this. She’s standing between us and happiness. That’s what you keep saying. But I’m starting to believe you’re the one standing between us and happiness.” He told her that was not true. “You know what? You talk about how bad Randy treated me.” She nodded. Not saying anything to stop herself from bursting out in tears.
Randy was her ex-boyfriend. She met him at a strip club where she once worked. He was the head bouncer. Big and scary was what he was. He made her feel safe and secure. They became an item on her third night on the job. Two weeks later they moved in together. They began arguing two days later. The first argument was over a man who stared at her too much. Other arguments were over the men she chose to give lap dances to.
Three weeks into their relationship she got the first of many backhands from him. At almost three hundred pounds of mostly muscle he almost broke her jaw. At the hospital she lied and said she was attacked in the parking lot of a store. The nurse and doctor did not believe her. The nurse even encouraged her to see a counselor before she left the hospital. She told the nurse she just wanted to go home. She would visit that same hospital six times in one year. At the start of her second year in the relationship she packed her things and left while Randy was at work. She never saw him again. That was two years ago.
She swallowed and walked over to the bed where Matt was sitting. “As much as Randy hurt me he never hurt me the way you are,” she said. “If you want to be with me and you love me you’ll do what you need to do to make sure we’re together. Either we’re going to share a life together or we’re not. But I’m not letting you screw me for free anymore. You want me? Then you’ll pay like everyone else.”
“Why do you have go down this road?” he asked.
“You took me down this road,” she said, angrily and pulled her pants up. “Look at this motel room. It’s filthy. Would you bring her here? No.” She slipped one heel on. “You know why? She doesn’t shake her ass in men’s faces to earn money. So she’s better than me. That makes me a whore in your book.”
“Don’t say that,” he said. “I don’t think that. I love you. You’re who—”
“Then do what you have to do to prove it!” She yelled. “Kill her, for all I care! I don’t give a shit! But you better do something. Because this train is leaving the station.” She grabbed her purse off the chair. “Don’t call me later. I’ve got to work tonight. And I have a customer who wants me to spend a few hours with him afterwards. When you’re ready to be a man you let me know.”
She opened the door and slammed it shut behind her. She smiled on the way to her car. The thought of another man all over her was killing him and she knew it.
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