night.” With that, she returned to her own room and Brad turned to reenter his.
“Brad, wait!” Miriam followed him into his room.
“What do you want?” snapped Brad impatiently.
“I just want to talk.” Miriam shut the door behind her, not totally sure where to take this.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” replied Brad, taking off his jacket and hanging it up.
“That’s it?” Miriam said angrily, “I don’t see you for a whole decade, and your response to me is “there’s nothing to talk about”?”
“We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.”
“No. you went your separate way, and left me in that crappy old town!” Miriam pressed her verbal attack.
“Only for us to be joyously reunited in an interrogation room,” Brad shot back sarcastically, “with you a member of a gang of white trash criminals on bikes.”
That response elicited a slap across the face from Miriam.
“Don’t you fucking moralize to me,” she snapped angrily, “soon after you left, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. We couldn’t afford the medication to treat it, so she took her own life rather than be a burden on me.”
Miriam paused to let her words sink in. Brad’s furious expression melted into shock.
“Miriam, I’m so sorry…” he said softly.
“For what?” demanded Miriam, going back on the offensive, “for my loss or for leaving me alone in the world? After mom killed herself, the ‘gang of white trash criminals’ took me in and gave me odd jobs to do at their garage. They accepted me and made me a member. Because of you, they’re the only family I’ve had for the past ten years.”
Miriam paused for breath. She was supposed to be trying to seduce Brad into dropping his guard, but all the memories and baggage that had been building up since Brad had left were boiling up to the surface. She didn’t want to overdo it, or allow herself to succumb to her own emotional blackmail. Brad seemed frozen to the spot, unsure of whether to lunge at Miriam in anger or kiss her. Ultimately, he chose to do both.
He wrapped his hand around Miriam’s throat and pinned her to the door, kissing her full on the lips. Miriam felt a rush of alarm tempered by intense arousal and she returned Brad’s aggressive kiss, reaching for the zipper of her jacket.
“Stop it.” ordered Brad, abruptly breaking off the kiss and bringing himself back under control again.
Miriam looked him in the eyes and slowly unzipped her jacket. In the fork of her cleavage, there was a tattoo of a heart broken in two.
“I got this after you left,” Miriam explained, “it’s cheesy, I know, but that’s how I felt.”
“Going to college was the chance of a lifetime, Miriam,” Brad murmured, averting his gaze, “I’m sorry you feel I abandoned you, but I couldn’t turn that opportunity down.”
“I’ve almost forgiven you,” Miriam lied, “but there is a way for you to make it up to me.”
Brad didn’t need to ask what it was. He held Miriam’s head in both hands and kissed her aggressively. Miriam reciprocated the kiss, unzipping her jacket all the way and tugging it off, discarding it on the ground. Brad undid the clasp of his gun holster and discarded his weapon on the ground as Miriam gripped his shoulders and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his body and hugging him close as they kissed. Brad carried her to the bed and dropped her onto her back before tugging of his shirt.
Miriam inhaled sharply at the sight of Brad’s muscular chest; though the skin was partly disfigured by some scar tissue above his nipple, he was still as hot as he’d been ten years ago. She eagerly pulled her own shirt off as Brad pulled down his pants before tugging aggressively at hers, eager to gain entrance again.
Miriam unbuttoned her jeans and let Brad yank them off. Advancing on his knees, Brad’s cock stood to
“Brad, wait!” Miriam followed him into his room.
“What do you want?” snapped Brad impatiently.
“I just want to talk.” Miriam shut the door behind her, not totally sure where to take this.
“There’s nothing to talk about.” replied Brad, taking off his jacket and hanging it up.
“That’s it?” Miriam said angrily, “I don’t see you for a whole decade, and your response to me is “there’s nothing to talk about”?”
“We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.”
“No. you went your separate way, and left me in that crappy old town!” Miriam pressed her verbal attack.
“Only for us to be joyously reunited in an interrogation room,” Brad shot back sarcastically, “with you a member of a gang of white trash criminals on bikes.”
That response elicited a slap across the face from Miriam.
“Don’t you fucking moralize to me,” she snapped angrily, “soon after you left, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. We couldn’t afford the medication to treat it, so she took her own life rather than be a burden on me.”
Miriam paused to let her words sink in. Brad’s furious expression melted into shock.
“Miriam, I’m so sorry…” he said softly.
“For what?” demanded Miriam, going back on the offensive, “for my loss or for leaving me alone in the world? After mom killed herself, the ‘gang of white trash criminals’ took me in and gave me odd jobs to do at their garage. They accepted me and made me a member. Because of you, they’re the only family I’ve had for the past ten years.”
Miriam paused for breath. She was supposed to be trying to seduce Brad into dropping his guard, but all the memories and baggage that had been building up since Brad had left were boiling up to the surface. She didn’t want to overdo it, or allow herself to succumb to her own emotional blackmail. Brad seemed frozen to the spot, unsure of whether to lunge at Miriam in anger or kiss her. Ultimately, he chose to do both.
He wrapped his hand around Miriam’s throat and pinned her to the door, kissing her full on the lips. Miriam felt a rush of alarm tempered by intense arousal and she returned Brad’s aggressive kiss, reaching for the zipper of her jacket.
“Stop it.” ordered Brad, abruptly breaking off the kiss and bringing himself back under control again.
Miriam looked him in the eyes and slowly unzipped her jacket. In the fork of her cleavage, there was a tattoo of a heart broken in two.
“I got this after you left,” Miriam explained, “it’s cheesy, I know, but that’s how I felt.”
“Going to college was the chance of a lifetime, Miriam,” Brad murmured, averting his gaze, “I’m sorry you feel I abandoned you, but I couldn’t turn that opportunity down.”
“I’ve almost forgiven you,” Miriam lied, “but there is a way for you to make it up to me.”
Brad didn’t need to ask what it was. He held Miriam’s head in both hands and kissed her aggressively. Miriam reciprocated the kiss, unzipping her jacket all the way and tugging it off, discarding it on the ground. Brad undid the clasp of his gun holster and discarded his weapon on the ground as Miriam gripped his shoulders and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his body and hugging him close as they kissed. Brad carried her to the bed and dropped her onto her back before tugging of his shirt.
Miriam inhaled sharply at the sight of Brad’s muscular chest; though the skin was partly disfigured by some scar tissue above his nipple, he was still as hot as he’d been ten years ago. She eagerly pulled her own shirt off as Brad pulled down his pants before tugging aggressively at hers, eager to gain entrance again.
Miriam unbuttoned her jeans and let Brad yank them off. Advancing on his knees, Brad’s cock stood to
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