Because every single time I saw her, I couldn’t shut out the voices. The memories and the emotions that came with them.
Our night on the snowy beach. Our movie nights. How much she loved my grandpa.
She was home. Whether she wanted to be or not, and whether she hated me or not, she was always going to be home for me.
“I’m so angry with you,” Amara starts to cry again.
“I’m sorry,” I plead.
She shakes her head. “I’ve spent so long thinking you never cared?—”
And she kisses me. Furious, passionate kisses that leave us both gasping for breath. She moves to straddle me, and I grab her waist, pulling her in closer as I tilt my head up to get a better angle.
Amara’s fingers hook into my shirt, taking it all the way off this time. She pulls away, looking at the tattoo again before angrily crashing her lips back to mine.
I practically rip my hoodie off her before tossing her shirt with it, leaving her in just a small bra.
I lock eyes with Amara as I move the bra to the side, flicking a finger over her hardening nipple. Her eyes close, her head tossing back with pleasure.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I ask, wanting to be sure.
“Yes, Henry. You owe me.”
Fair enough.
My lips are instantly around her as she pulls herself closer to me, my teeth grazing her nipple as my tongue flicks it. Herfingers tighten in my hair, pulling it almost painfully, and I moan, the vibrations making her do the same.
“Harder,” she whispers, and if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s listen when Amara asks me to do something.
My teeth clamp down harder as I suck, and I watch her reactions. When her eyes roll to the back of her head, I replace my mouth with my hand, rolling her nipple as I focus on the other one.
Amara starts to rock her hips into me, and I know it’s time to move on.
I can take my time later.
I rip her bra off, adding it to the pile on the floor, before flipping her over. Her legs are positioned over my shoulder, and I grab her ankle, peppering kisses on her skin until I reach her shorts.
She starts pushing them down, and I rip them off within a second.
CHAPTER 37
AMARA
Cooper watches me as he teases my clit, a shit-eating grin gracing his beautiful face the second he sees just how wet I am for him.
“No,” I tell him, grabbing his hand. “We can fuck around another time. Right now, I just need to feel you.”
He meets my eyes with a nod and pulls his pants down, exposing his thick, beautiful cock.
I’ve never seen anything like it. But he doesn’t give me much time to admire it.
Gripping it in his hand, he gives himself a pump before positioning at my entrance. “You’re sure?” he asks, waiting for my approval.
“Earn my forgiveness,” I whisper with a smirk.
I can feel his cock throbbing as he pushes into me, filling me whole. My back arches off the bed, and Cooper whimpers, grabbing my legs.
He pulls out before slamming into me, and I feel myself completely let go.
