Just the thought makes me sick.
“Cole?” she snaps, trying to free her hands from my grip. It doesn’t work. “What are you … Please?” she begs again, wiggling her hips under me.
Her perfect tits are right there. I could easily bend down and take a hard nipple into my mouth, but I’m not going to. Not yet.
I lower my head and nuzzle her neck, breathing her in. She already has a thin layer of sweat covering her skin. “I’m gonna fuck you, sweetheart. I just wanna hear you beg for it first.”
“I am,” she whimpers.
“Beg for my cock, Austin. Beg for me to be inside you. Owning you. Fucking you. Destroying you.” I want to hear the desperation in her voice. The need for me. Because I know it will be a long time before I hear it again. Come tomorrow, she’s gonna hate me. More than she ever has.
She struggles underneath me. Her green eyes narrow up at me, and I smile down at her. “So beautiful.”
“I need you,” she chokes out, body shaking. “Please, God …” She arches her back. “I need you to fuck me …” she all but cries out.
I just watch her. She’s getting herself worked up, and she looks fucking gorgeous like this. “So needy.”
“Cole!” she growls. Her heels continue to dig in the bed, and I hear the sheets rip. I smile. Her muscles tense in her wrists that I continue to hold down. “You fucking own me,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut. “Is that what you want?” She sucks in a long breath. “You own me. I need you … please …”
But do you love me?
I shake my head at that thought. She could never feel that for me. Not after what I’ve done to her. But I’ll prove that I can do better. Be better. You’re gonna love me, Austin Lowes, no matter what I have to do to get you back after I hurt you for the last time.
“See, was that so hard?” I tease.
Her eyes spring open and narrow up at me. I release her wrists, and she reaches up, yanking my shirt open, and my buttons go flying. She grips the back of my neck and yanks my head down to hers. I kiss her desperately. My tongue dances with hers as I reach my free hand down, unzip my slacks, and take my hard dick in my hand. I rub it against her pussy. Using my thighs, I pry hers apart and slide into her. Painfully slowly. Feeling her stretch for me. My cock. She feels so fucking good.
She rips her mouth from mine and lets out a moan before biting her bottom lip. Her eyes close, and she arches her back.
“This what you want?” I wanna fuck her so hard that tomorrow she won’t be able to walk away from me. She’ll have to crawl. “See what happens when you’re a good girl?”
“Yes. God … yes.” Her breath catches, and I pull out of her just as slowly as I entered her.
After I’m done with her tonight, I want her to feel me for days, weeks even because I don’t know when I’ll have my next chance to have her like this.
“I need to go to my dad’s.”
I shake my head. “Huh?” I ask, pulling myself out of the past and into the present. Reaching down, I adjust my pants because, of course, I’m fucking hard.
“I need to go to my dad’s,” she repeats.
“Why?”
She looks up at me. “I need to get my stuff. Pack everything up—”
“It’s already been done.” I interrupt her and grab her a water out of the fridge.
“What?” she asks surprised. “When?”
I sit down beside her, very aware of my hard-on but trying to hide it from her. Sex should be the last thing on her mind. “Last week. I had Blanche get everything together for us. It’s all packed up to go and already loaded in a U-Haul.” I didn’t want her to have to go back to the house for anything. I was afraid the memories would resurface. And they still haven’t cleaned it. Not sure what they plan on doing with that house now.
She stares at me with wide eyes. Reaching out, I push a piece of hair behind her ear, running my finger over all her piercings. I haven’t really got to touch her much in the past couple of weeks. Well, more like the last month. Not since prom night. I’ve had to hold back, and it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Like right now as her green eyes search mine, I just want to pick her up in my arms and carry her up to the loft, lay her down, and bury myself between her legs. But I know it will be a while before that can happen.
So instead, I ask, “What, sweetheart?”
“Nothing,” she lies, looking away from me.
The door opens, and I turn around to see Deke enter. He has a go fuck you look on his face, and his jaw is set in a hard line. I still haven’t had the chance to talk to him.
