His lips brush mine softly this time just giving me a soft kiss. “How did you get here?” he asks as his brows pull together.
“I drove your truck.”
He lets out a chuckle. “Go back to my house. I’ll be there soon.”
“You’re not coming now?” I frown.
He pulls away from me and shakes his head. “I need to stay here with Brecken. But I promise I will come back.”
I smile. “I’m gonna hold you to that promise.”
He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and he smiles back. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CASE
I’m a nervous wreck. My hands are sweaty, and my heart pounds in my chest. How am I gonna tell her about my past? A past I spend every day trying to forget? Telling it is gonna be like placing a knife to my chest and slowly stabbing myself. In order to give her what she wants, I’m gonna have to bleed myself emotionally dry. But she deserves that.She deserves for you to rip yourself open in order to make her understand why you couldn’t tell her the truth.
I take a deep breath and twist the doorknob to my bedroom. I open it up to find her lying in my bed asleep. I let out a long breath. Of course, she is; it’s three in the morning. I spent most of the night at the hospital with Brecken. Then on my way home, I found myself taking the longest way possible. I even made wrong turns to avoid this conversation for a minute longer. But somehow, I found my way to her. She came after me today to tell me how she felt. It’s my turn to do the same.
I remove my clothes quietly and make my way under the covers with her. I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me, letting out a sigh.
“Your heart is beating really fast.”
I look over at her, and her eyes are wide open staring up at me. “I thought you were asleep.” A man could hope.
“I heard you come in.”
I arch an eyebrow. “You were pretending,” I muse.
“Maybe,” she whispers.
“Why would you do that?”
She removes herself from my arms, and I don’t try to stop her. She pulls back the covers, gets up, and straddles my hips. Both my eyebrows raise to my hairline. “I thought …”
She places her finger over my lips, quieting me. “We have plenty of time to talk.” She leans down, her bare chest laying on mine. “Right now, I want you to touch me.” She reaches out; grabbing my wrists, she places my hands on her hips. I gladly grab a hold of them. She leans up just a bit, and her hair brushes my chest as she hovers over me. She then places her hands flat on my chest and runs her fingers down my chest and stomach. I arch my back and grip her hips as her nails try to tear my skin open. She always makes me burn when she touches me.
“I want you,” I say selfishly. I should stop her. Tell her that even though it’s gonna kill me, I want her to know the real me. But she is giving me a peace offering. She knows she’s gonna get to know the real Tyler Cason Crawford no matter what. Why not wait one more hour? Or two?
She leans down once again, her lips find my neck, and her tongue licks gently. “Then take me,” she whispers.
My cock jerks, and I toss her over onto her back. I spread her legs with mine, and she arches her back letting out a moan. Grabbing my hard cock with one hand, I run the other hand over her pussy. It’s soaking wet. Without foreplay, I push myself into her.
“Oh, God,” she cries out, gripping my shoulders.
I close my eyes and pull out, then push forward. Her hot pussy tightens around my cock and I let out a growl. “You feel so good,” I whisper.
“Please,” she begs as her legs wrap around my hips.
“Please what, baby?” I ask bending down and placing soft kisses from her collarbone to her neck.
She moves her hands to my ass and she digs her nails into my skin as she tries to pull me deeper into her. “Please fuck me,” she begs as she closes her eyes and arches her neck.
I grab her hands, pulling them from my ass and wrap my hands around her small wrists. I pin them above her head as I push my hips forward. “Say it again,” I demand.
“Fuck me, Case.” She takes in a deep breath as I thrust my hips forward again. “Fuck me hard.” Her voice rises as she calls out, and I can’t help but give it to her. The room fills with our heavy breathing, her cries of pleasure, and my grunts as I take her roughly. I needed this. An escape. Something to take my mind off what she wants to know. And I’m thankful she has allowed me another chance to avoid the inevitable.
