I Need You (Learning to Let Go) (9 page)

Yup. Can’t wait

Sara giggled as she sank into her oversized couch with her sandwich and glass of ice water, careful as to not lean against the tear on the arm rest and make it even bigger. This couch was a thrift store find, but it was good enough for her not so regal derriere to sit on. Plus, she rarely had company here. If she spent the night with Darrin, it was always at his house, and if she stayed with Bryn, it was at her apartment. Sara wasn’t ashamed of her trailer, but she knew that her furnishings wouldn’t be on the cover of a fancy interior decorating magazine any time soon. That was okay. Her dad had always told the girls,
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Then find someone whose life had given them vodka, and invite the neighborhood over.

Her phone vibrated in her lap, letting her know that she had another text. She almost choked on her sandwich as she read his text,
I’m going to lick every inch of your body

Sara slapped her free hand on her chest to help dislodge the piece of sandwich she had almost swallowed whole, then took a big swig of her ice water to wash it down. Laughing as she read the words over and over, she almost squealed in delight at the thought of sexting with Darrin. She could feel the dampness in her panties, signaling her body’s reaction to his suggestive words.

Thinking long and hard on her reply, she almost chickened out on replying at all. Remembering how much fun she had last night after the booze made her loosen up, Sara felt mischievous as she typed back, “Gonna lick and suck your hard cock until you explode” She laughed as she realized there really was no texting shorthand for most of the words, so she took the time to type out the entire message.

Within seconds, a message appeared,
I might explode right now. Touch yourself for me

Sara just stared at the phone for long minutes, shaking her head back and forth. She thought that they would exchange a few naughty words with each other, but this was something entirely different.

Sara’s heart was hammering in her chest so hard, she was afraid that she was going to implode with the sexual tension radiating off her body. As she tried to lay back on the couch, getting comfortable enough before responding, she was startled when the phone vibrated again with another text,
Sara? I didn’t mean to upset you

Oh shit
, Sara thought. I took too long to reply.
No, Darrin, I was getting comfy. What do you want me to do?

Oh, baby. Are you wet for me?

Sara slipped her hand in between the band of her shorts and her panties, her finger easily sliding into her folds.
God yes
, was all she typed back.

Good. I want you to tease your clit with your finger until you are ready. Then finger fuck yourself until you come.

Sara started to do just that, until she had a thought that stilled her hand. She quickly texted back,
R u driving?

No, but if I were there with you, I would drive my cock inside you. Now get busy

Sara worked herself with her finger until her hips were bucking against the couch, her orgasm just out of reach. She did as Darrin said and slipped her finger inside her sheath, using her thumb to flick her clit. Her resulting orgasm was hardly satisfying, yet it was just enough to take the edge off her growing need for Darrin. Once she had washed up, she typed a response to Darrin that made her grin,
That was good, but the real thing is much better ;)

Christ, Sara. I’m so hard now, it hurts. Skip breakfast in the morning. I know what I’m gonna eat

Sara typed back a simple reply,
k
before she finished her lunch.

Sara proceeded to have the most relaxing Saturday afternoon she’d had in a very long time. Donning a simple bikini, she headed outside with a towel to lie out in the July sun, hoping to get some color on her pale skin this afternoon.
Everything is going to work out just fine
, she lamented as she headed for the only bit of grass she had in the sun. For once, she actually believed herself.

“Y
ou know, you don’t have to spend the night here, Sara. I’ll be fine on my own.”

The irritated tone in Bryn’s voice made Sara wince when she realized that her sister had been talking to her for the last few minutes, and she had absolutely no clue what was said. The first part of the conversation was about the motorcycle that her boss had given to her, the second part was completely null and void as her thoughts drifted to a certain rugged, but perfectly-chiseled, devastatingly gorgeous boyfriend that was more than certainly home by now.

“What’s the problem, Sara?” Bryn prodded again.

Sara shook her head as she answered, “No problem, lady. I kinda zone out when you talk about motorcycles is all. Sorry.”

Bryn huffed, “Uh uh, Sara. Calling ‘bullshit’ on you. Your cheeks are pinker than Aunt Sue’s after she applies that god-awful Ms. Bess cotton candy blush on her face.”

Sara give her sister a tight-lipped smile, before she stared at a point over her shoulder, not able to look her in the eyes while she came up with a suitable lie. Mere seconds had passed before a warm hand grabbed her wrist that was resting on the back of the couch. Sara looked down in time to see that Bryn had pulled her wrist down, grasping her hand in a death grip. Looking from their joined hands, to the pained look on her sister’s face, Sara scooted closer to her sister. Bryn surprised her by lacing their fingers together and softly placed a kiss on Sara’s exposed knuckles.

“I deserve the award for the worst sister of the world, Sara. I won’t deny that. I would like to change that, now, if you agree. You don’t have to tell me all about your relationship with Darrin, unless you want to. I don’t have any advice to give you anyway that wouldn’t make Darrin run like hell from you.” Bryn gave a pained laughed before she continued, “I do want us to be able to communicate with each other without using sarcasm, or criticizing each other, or even name-calling. Dr. Jensen is willing to do a few group sessions with you and I to get the ball rolling if you’re interested.”

Sara felt as if she had just fallen down the proverbial “rabbit hole.” Did her sister just admit that there was more sarcasm to their relationship than anything else and offered to sit through counseling with her? The wheels in her brain started to churn as the information filtered through her mind, causing her lips to turn upwards in a wide grin. Bryn repeated the facial expression, even pulling her sister into a tight hug that she didn’t release for a long time. Sara pulled back as she felt wetness dripping onto her bare shoulder.

“Oh, Bryn, don’t cry. Honey, I’ll do it.”

Bryn wiped the tears from her cheeks as she barked out a laugh, “I got that already, Sara. These are happy tears. After all these years, I’m starting to actually feel like I don’t have to carry around all this anger anymore. It just might be possible to let it all go, and be able to see the good in people, not just the bad.”

“Oh, I’m so proud of you, Bryn. That is wonderful,” Sara said as she pulled her sister back in for another hug. When she released her this time, she was laughing. Her infectious giggle was making Sara smile, but at the same time, her eyebrows pulled together in puzzlement. “What’s so funny, Bryn?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I was just imaging Darrin’s face when you told him that you couldn’t spend the night tonight because you were having a sleepover with your half-baked sister…”

Sara narrowed her eyes, as she pinched the skin under Bryn’s upper arm hard enough to make her squeak. “First of all, you’re not half-baked, and second I
want
to be here. Don’t try to talk me out of staying. You promised me cheese pizza, damn it.”

Bryn jumped up from the couch, backing away from the living room as she replied, “I’m sure Darrin promised you hot sex, though,” as she grabbed her purse from the kitchen table and ran out the front door. Sara could hear her sister yelling on the way down the stairs, “Last one to the moon is a bender!”

Sara could only laugh at her sister as she shut off the lights in the apartment, trailing down the metal stairs after her. Darrin would wait for her, no matter how long she asked of him, she thought with a smile. He was the most kind and considerate man she had ever met, rivaled only to the girls’ father. The past two weeks without him around had been difficult, making Sara excited to have his calming presence around again. He was always ready to solve a problem, fix whatever was broken, or just be there to support whoever needed him.

Sara was proud of herself for being able to handle the last two weeks all alone, but she was more than ready to have Darrin back. He had been her unspoken protector for more than a year, even before they started dating. Realizing that Darrin made her feel safe and protected, she ached to have his arms around her, his stubble brushing across her cheek as he leaned in to nibble on her sensitive ears. Cursing herself when she noticed that she had stopped walking down the stairs, Sara quickly padded down the remainder of the steps until she stopped face to face with a pursed lip Bryn.

“Oh my sista, you’ve got it bad,” Bryn said as she wrapped her arms around Sara’s waist, pulling her towards town.

Sara woke up well before dawn, unable to sleep another wink. Crawling out of Bryn’s bed, she stumbled over the mass of dirty clothes laying on the floor as she fumbled in the dark for her overnight bag. She tried to be as quiet as possible as she grabbed her things and then placed a soft kiss on her sleeping sister’s cheek. Bryn stirred and whispered, “Love you, Sara,” before nestling back in to her blankets, her soft breathing resuming.

Quickly dressing in the bathroom, Sara brushed her teeth and combed out her snarled hair before she hastily left Bryn’s apartment. She locked the door behind her as she lightly stepped down the stairs, taking two at a time. Tossing her bag into the backseat of her car, she turned over the engine and eased away from the apartment building without waking anyone so early in the morning.

It seemed like the drive to Darrin’s house was taking twice as long as it normally did. The seemingly short five mile drive out of town had suddenly become endless country roads. When the familiar tree-lined driveway came into view, Sara had to slowly count to ten in her mind to keep her rapidly beating heart from pounding out of her ribcage.

Not wanting to look like she was
needy
, Sara let her car slowly creep down the driveway, careful not to rev up the engine with her overzealous foot. She tried to relax her shoulders, slowing her erratic breathing as she exited the car after parking behind Darrin’s King Ranch pick-up.

There was no way that she wanted Darrin to see her so bereft by his absence. In fact, Sara had decided that maybe she would just curl up on the couch instead of crawling into bed with him. Yeah, that’s a good idea. Maybe. She groaned, thinking there was no way she would be able to stand not being in the same bed with him. Oh shit! Bryn was right. She did have it bad.

She tiptoed across the front porch to retrieve the key, shocked when she saw that Darrin’s bedroom light was on already.
Maybe he fell asleep with the lights on last night
, she thought as she pulled the key out from the loose board and crept back to the door. Once she got the door open and stepped inside, she listened for any signs of life before carefully letting it close again.

Well, she had to at least shut his light off for him before she tried to go back to sleep on the couch
. She made herself believe this was the reason her feet had automatically started towards Darrin’s bedroom instead of the living room.

She turned the corner into his room, and had to practically choke back a dreamy sigh at the sight that greeted her. Darrin was spread out on his belly, his face turned to the outside of the bed, and was using both of his arms to grip his pillows under his head. He was only covered from the waist down by the thin cotton sheet, the rest of the blankets carelessly tossed on the floor; his back and just the upper swell of his firm butt cheeks were visible. Sara could barely see the faint white scars that marred his upper right shoulder, but what they were from, she could only guess. She had asked him the first morning after she had spent the night with him, but all he would say was, “Didn’t watch my back, that’s all.”