EroticReverie

Nicholas

Over a thousand fucking days thinking of her. Over a thousand days of wondering why the fuck she stopped writing to me after only three months. I suppose I had no business being thirty three years old and falling over myself over a fucking seventeen year old. But not once did I think to myself that she’d stopped writing me because she’d broken her promise to me. I’d figured maybe it was too hard for her, and I’d accepted that maybe my confessions to her were too much for her to handle while I was away. But I couldn’t and wouldn’t accept the truth. 

I watch as the fucking guy her age touches her with a familiarity that I don’t fucking like. Not one fuckin bit. She’s even more beautiful now than she was when I’d left. Her brown hair still long , I can tell even though it’s piled up loosely in a fancy twist , her slender neck showing , wearing it. The fucking necklace I’d given her. One of the many gifts I showered her with. A thin gold chain with small heart shaped locket. The fucking boys hand too close to the delicate fucking chain and I was seconds away from walking over and ridding him of half of his teeth and landing myself back in jail if he didn’t take his fuckin hand off her. 

I grit my teeth and carry on with the mini reunion near the entrance of the large room. Carry on with pretending I missed them even half as much as I missed the sweet fucking girl sitting too fucking far from me. My hands fucking itched to pick up where they’d left off. Rip that fucking dress from her, kiss her how I’d wanted to so many fuckin times I’d lost count. 

I eventually make my way across the room watching her try to avoid the affectionate touches of her little fucking friend the closer I get to her.  Nervously , she shifts in her seat as I get closer. Good. She should be nervous. She’d made me a fucking promise. And she’d clearly broken it. I felt like a fucking fool , but there was no way she was getting away from me that fucking easy. No way was this little fucking scrawny bastard with sparse pubes for fucking facial hair taking what was mine. 

“Uncle Nick” she says softly and wearily. As if she knows exactly the blood bath that’s playing out in my head right now. But her voice. It centers me just enough and she stands and steps forward and gives me a hug.

Her five foot seven frame steps into mine and she smells just the same , a scent that’s haunted my fucking sense for three god damn years. Sometimes imagining I could smell her even in a jail full of dirty fucking men. 

I slip my arms around her and eye the fucking boy still in his seat watching me embrace her. When she pulls back , I slip my arms tighter around her and dip my mouth down to her ear, turning her slightly incase the fucker can lip read. 

“You broke your promise Bella” I whisper and feel her shiver slightly. I keep her in my arms for much too long but I don’t care. 

“You broke your promise and I’m going to take care of him if you don’t” I say. Making another promise to her and I feel the inhale of her breath as her full chest presses against mine. 

I let her pull back and she just looks up at me and god I want to kiss her. Those fucking lips. How many times I’ve imagined them wrapped around the cock she’s made me fuck my fist with every fuckin day for years. 

Holly was mine. Not his. Not anyone else’s. Even if she’d decided to break our fucking promise to each other. I’d take care of it. I’d make sure nobody ever laid another fucking finger on her. Because she belonged to, and still belongs , to me.