The one who got away.
He digs into his wallet, pulling out a condom, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it down his thick length. Then, holding my gaze, he teases my entrance, dragging the head of his cock over my clit before pushing a finger back inside me again.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to feel you.”
I swallow thickly, my chest heaving. What Ishouldsay is,don’t be too tender.I’ve changed. Hardened. Grown thicker skin. But something about the way he looks at me—like he still sees the girl I used to be—unravelsme. If he’s gentle, and passionate, I don’t think I can handle it.
Thankfully, Cody doesn’t wait.
In one smooth thrust, he sinks into me, bottoming out, stealing the breath from my lungs as my pussy squeezes around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion.
“Oh—” I whimper, my fingers clawing into his shoulders as he pulls back, dragging his cock almost all the way out before pushing back inside to the bottom again. My thighs tighten around his waist, my body clinging to him, remembering him,knowinghim.
By the third thrust, he stills deep inside of me. His hands flex on my waist. His body tenses and he pulses there for just a few seconds.
I blink up at him, confused, just as he reaches down and swipes a tear from my cheek—one I hadn’t realized had fallen. He stares at it for a beat, then brings it to his mouth, tasting it, his brows furrowing.
“Mae,” he whispers, his voice wrecked with pain, “am I hurting you?”
“No.” My voice shakes. Because it’s not pain that’s breaking me. It’sthis.
Being with him again. The way our bodies fit. The way this connection pulls at something deep inside me—something I’ve buried since I was a kid.
He still doesn’t move. He’s waiting. Always waiting forme.
So, I lift my hips, pressing myself onto him, guiding him deeper inside of me, rocking myself back and forth on his length as Ichase my release. My freedom. Myclosure.
His jaw clenches, the muscles tick in his throat. “Are you sure? Baby, I can stop—”
I shake my head, managing a wobbly smile. “Don’t stop.”
And that’s all he needs.
A groan rips from his throat as he grips my hip, setting a rhythm—long, deep thrusts that send fire curling through my veins. He moves faster, rocking into me, his abs flexing, his breath ragged. Then, with a rough sound, he brings his thumb to his lips—the same one he just wiped my tear with—wets it before pressing it against my clit, rubbing tight, deliberate circles in a rapid motion that makes me see stars.
I shatter.
“Cody—” My head tips back, vision blurring as heat floods my stomach, my orgasm crashing into me like a highlight reel of my life.
“Fuck, Mae,” he rasps, his movements turning desperate. “Fuck you feel so good—” With a final thrust, he buries himself deep, his body going rigid, his cock pulsing inside me as he groans against my neck, his release filling the condom.
For a long moment, we just breathe. Enjoying the way it feels to be connected one last time. Then he moves, pulling me against his chest, rolling us until I’m sprawled on top of him. His fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close right against his heart.
“Shit,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking perfect. You always have been.”
I exhale shakily, pressing my face into his chest. And that’s when the tears come harder, silent but relentless. Maybe if this were someone else, I’d be embarrassed but he gets it. He knows.
Cody doesn’t ask.
Doesn’t say anything.
He justholdsme.
And for that, I’m grateful.
Because this—this was what I asked for. What I wanted.
Closure.
