Damn it, that was not subtle at all, but I need to talk to her. I need to be with her. It has been a week since we have been together, and hell if I will let what she walked in on ruin what is building between us.
Both our friends smile as they walk away. Once Gwen and I round the corner and are out of sight, she walks a little faster down the hallway to the back. I hurry along after her, enjoying the view of her ass as she stalks towards the storage closet.
She holds my heart in her hands, always has, and she doesn’t even know it. But that won’t stop me from showing her the only way I know how. Pleasing her with my cock, my mouth, until she’s screaming my name always seems to do the trick. My heart beats fast with anticipation as Gwen pushes open the door to the storage closet. The tortuous week away from her only intensified my need to have her again while I sat struggling with the stupid shit in my mind.
I hope you’re ready, sweetheart, because I’m not letting you go without a fight. And right now, the only fighting I have in mind involves locked doors, shaking thighs, and screaming apologies as she comes undone in my arms.
20
Gwen
With Rex hot on my heels, I slam open the door to the storage closet. The thought of having to come back here and talk to the fucking “king of players” is setting me on fire. Walking into the building and seeing that little good-for-nothing woman’s hands on Rex only brought back all the fears from our youth. The ones my sister warned me about. I won’t let him make a fool out of me like he did when we were kids.
Once we’re closed off from the rest of the world, I turn around. There’s a fire in my stance that is quickly knocked off guard as Rex grabs me around the waist and crushes his lips against my own. I push him back, trying to escape his embrace, but it is no use. He’s stronger, and in an instant, he has me up against a tall shelving unit. His hands frame my face as he pushes his tongue into my mouth and takes what he wants, what I don’t want to give him. Which only spurs him on and ignites my desire to fight, to give in, to… hell, I don’t know, let him fuck me right here against this damn shelf.
His lips break free from mine, but he holds my head in place. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” he growls as his hands lower and caress down the side of my body. “Do you know how bad I missed this mouth of yours?” he says, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. Releasing it, his hands continue to lower. “Fuck, this body of yours.”
He grabs gently between my legs as his free hand travels north and caresses my nipple through my top. Gentle at first, then rough as his mouth travels to my neck. He nibbles at my collarbone and pushes up against me. His erection rubs against my lower belly.
“Let me show you how bad I’ve missed you,” he whispers. My resolve crumbles as he tortures my body in the most delicious way. “Let me show you how much I’ve needed to please you.”
His fingers gently lift my skirt, and he wastes no time finding my slick center. I allow him a caress, but as he tries to enter a finger inside me, I push his hand away, and he stops. He hesitates only for a second before nibbling on my ear.
“You know I’m not above begging for it, Gwen,” his low, sexy voice quickens my breathing. “But damn it if you’re not turning me on more by not giving it to me. Fuck, you will give it to me, sweetheart,” he growls, grabbing my hair and turning my head to look him in the eyes.
A jealous rage fills my heart, though somewhere inside, my conscience is telling me to hear him out. But I don’t listen to it. I push at his chest, and he takes a step back when I know damn well he could have fought against me if he wanted to and won.
“So, you’re gone a week and come home ready to fuck the wait staff?” I spit out. “Typical Rex. What? You can’t keep it in your pants long enough to please one woman at a time? Or were we just some kind of sick joke? Did you plan to screw me and get me out of your system so you can go back to being the man whore I always knew you were?”
I try to push him away, but he stops me. His face hardens as he steps closer, and my back hits the shelf behind me. “Take it back, Gwen!”
“What? Did I hit a little too close to home?” I taunt. I know I should stop by the hurt look in his eyes, but my mouth keeps running. “I knew I should have never trusted you again, Roberts. Once a slut, always a slut.”
His jaw ticks. He studies me, taking in everything I have just said. I don’t know any other way to deal with the shit in my head right now other than letting it all out, even if it means damaging a man I know I can’t live without in the process. But if what I walked in on earlier is as it seems, it looks like he has no issue living without me again, so to hell with subtlety.
“Trust,” he snaps. “You want to talk about trust? Shit, Gwen, it takes two people to have trust in a relationship. How do I know you aren’t just pretending here yourself? What makes me think you’re not just getting your fill? You left me ten years ago, remember? Not the other way around, sweetheart. I tried, but you wouldn’t even fucking talk to me then. Hell, it looks like you’re putting up walls and doing the same thing now. Remember that the next time you decide to call me names.”
He turns to leave, and I grab his hand. He doesn’t jerk it away, but he doesn’t turn back around, either. I hold him still as his words dig deep. We have a lot to confess to one another if we are ever going to get to the level of trust we need to make a go at this. Maybe I was wrong and jumped to conclusions about what I walked in on.
It just hurts too much thinking about another woman anywhere close to him.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
To my surprise, he turns around and smiles.
“What was that?”
I roll my eyes and mumble, “I said I was sorry.”
“A little louder, I couldn’t hear you,” Rex teases, gesturing towards his ear.
I pull him towards me, and he laughs as our bodies collide.
“Do you prefer I show you how sorry I am?” I tease, as I unbuckle his belt and undo the top button on his slacks. “I’ve been told I’m better at apologizing on my knees.” Pulling him free, I grip his length and stroke him hard, he groans from the sensation as I circle just under his crown with my fingertips. “Right now, I feel like showing you how sorry I am and what a bad girl I’ve been.”
He grins. His eyes glaze over with desire. “By all means,” he groans through labored breaths the harder I stroke him. “Please show me, sweetheart, because damn it if I don’t love to watch you work on your knees.”
I lower myself to the floor and wait until his eyes are locked on mine. Wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock, I suck. His breath hitches. He grabs my hair and gently thrusts forward until his cock hits the back of my throat.
