“Rex,” she moans. I smile, drop to my knees, and spread her thighs further apart. She sucks in a sharp breath as I look up to meet her stare and slowly lick up her slit. I wait for her to tell me to stop, but her hands quickly grip my hair. In lazy circles, my tongue roams back and forth across her clit. I watch, mesmerized, as she lets out a light scream when I enter two fingers inside her. Sucking her clit between my lips, I start eagerly working her towards release.
It doesn’t take long before her pussy tightens. She sucks in a breath and attempts to muffle her scream as she explodes down the back of my tongue. “Fuck,” I groan as she pulls my face closer and rides out her high.
Placing a kiss against her center, I pull my fingers slowly out of her sex and lick them clean as I rise to meet her flustered stare. Flushed, she continues to catch her breath.
“Shit,” she pants. ‘That was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” I hiss, taking a step forward and caging her in with both hands on either side of her body.
“This,” she shakes her head, closes her eyes. Moments pass painfully slow before she opens them again. “Kentucky,” she gestures between us, and my heart breaks.
Maybe I did take things too far too quickly right now. But what happened that night in our hotel room was not a fucking mistake. It was a beginning that I’m not giving up on. There will be no end to what I have with Gwen this time.
“How can you say it was a mistake after the way I heard you scream my name?” I hiss. “After you came undone in my arms, after I held you while your body quivered in pleasure on top of me? Have you already forgotten how we fit together? Because I have no problem reminding you just how badly you begged me never to stop. In fact, I’d love to make you beg for it now, Gwen. Just say the word, sweetheart - because hell if I won’t take you across your desk.”
“You’re wasting your time, Roberts,” she snaps, then attempts to push me back and regain higher ground.
But I catch the tiniest glimmer of doubt in her eyes, it’s almost as if she doesn’t believe what she is saying. I hold her stare for a moment and wait to see if it will fade, but it doesn’t. If I wanted to, I know I could push her. I know I could persuade her, seduce her, and get my way. But I don’t.
“We’ll see about that,” I hiss. She spins towards her desk, and I reluctantly return to the door. “I seem to remember promising you I was just getting started. I’m not afraid to climb this damn mountain you’ve spent the last ten years building between us, Gwen.” I grab my coat off the back of the chair and straighten my tie. The smell of her cunt lingers on my fingers, and I groan. She looks up quickly. I run my fingers under my nose and grin. “Looks like fate has finally stepped in and given us a second chance. Keep trying to deny it, but before our time is up here, you will finally listen and understand that this - you and me - is no mistake.”
She snorts at me and doesn’t even look up from what she is busy typing. Watching her, I take her in. She’s no longer the young girl I knew. Time has been good to her. She’s more gorgeous than I would have dreamed she’d become when we were just kids running around young and in love. God, the spell she had on me back then is nothing compared to how she holds my heart now.
She’s the one. Time and distance haven’t changed that.
Turning to leave, I’m one step out the door when I hear her mumble, “Bullshit, I’m not the one running, Roberts. You, above all people, should know that.”
The door closes. Taking a deep breath, I start to walk towards the front of the building. My mind traces back to the past. To a time in both our lives I wish just as much as she does I could change.
4
Rex
Ten Years Ago
I tap my fingers against the tailgate of my truck. Sitting just off the main road, waiting for Gwen, my anxiety slightly heightens as I watch a car approach and then speed past. The radio plays through the night, coming from the cab of my truck, and I push off the tailgate and pace a little, wondering what the hell I am doing waiting for her when I could have any girl I wanted.
Because no girl has ever made me feel like she does. Alive, special, worth it.
My dad left town earlier this week for another one of his “business trips.” My mother wasted no time getting gussied up and hitting the town. In most families, it’s the guy that cheats. At least, that is what the whole damn world wants you to think. I’m not sure if my father has been entirely faithful, but I know my mother wastes no time satisfying her itch for another man every time he leaves. It’s the main reason I figure to hell with women and never let any get too close.
I won’t be a pawn like my old man.
With my father gone and my mother somewhere across town at the nearest bar, I fully intended to take Gwen back to my house to do things to her I had been dreaming about for the past year since I noticed her. I even half attempted asking her to meet me there. That is, until I chickened out, knowing she was different, that whatever I felt between us was different, and I couldn’t just use her like that.
I may be fucking terrified to turn out like my parents, but I could never intentionally hurt someone I fucking cared about. And that’s what scares me. I honestly care about her even though I know nothing about her.
This shit is new territory for me. She makes me want to open up. Worse, she makes me crave her touch. Which is why I’m starting to think I need to hurry up and shut this shit down. Maybe it is not too late to ditch her. Jump in my truck and say fuck it. If I am already thinking this about her this way, spending time with her is not the damn cure.
Yet, here I stand, waiting for a girl I fear will be the end of me because, damn it - I can’t help but want her.
Maybe I am more like my old man than I think.
A car drives up the road and slows before pulling behind my truck. Gwen sits behind the wheel. Her hair is pulled back, and she’s wearing her jersey, having just come from practice.
My nerves get the best of me. I look toward the ground and wonder what the hell I am supposed to do now. Now that I got her here and succeeded in getting us alone, what next? The plan seemed smart as hell. Too bad I didn’t think about after I executed it.
As she exits her car, I realize I have no idea where to take this or what to say and do that won’t make me sound like an absolute idiot.
