“Green.”
He stretches my thighs wider and rubs the length of his cock up and down my slit. Positioning the tip at my opening, he leans over me, covering me with his warm body. “I can’t be gentle, Athena. Use your safe word if you need to.”
“I don’t want you to be gentle.”
Screams tear from my throat as he drives into me in one vicious thrust while keeping his hand on the back of my neck and forcing my face into the mat. Drew fucks me like he’s trying to kill me, slamming his dick in and out with violent strokes, while squeezing my neck and fully controlling my body. He keeps up this punishing pace until I fall to pieces, screaming as I come all over his exquisite dick.
“Stay in position,” he instructs as he pulls out, driving his fingers inside me and scooping up my cum. He smears it all over my ass before pushing three digits into my puckered hole, stroking my walls until I relax. Moans tumble from my chest as he plunders my ass, fucking me hard as he bites and sucks on my back.
Drew sits back on his heels, pulling me upright with his dick lodged in my ass. One hand creeps up my body from the front and wraps around my neck while the other holds my hip to steady his movements as he fucks up into my ass and chokes me. Every time I see stars, he releases his hold to let me breathe while savagely screwing my ass and digging his fingers into my hip.
The hand around my neck loosens, trailing down my body, yanking on the clamps, and smoothing over my stomach before he plunges his fingers inside my cunt and arches his hips, driving his dick so deep in my ass I almost black out.
I’m a writhing mess as my orgasm whips through me, obliterating all sensations except for singular pure pleasure.
Drew wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me up a little as he slams his dick in a couple more times. Then he pulls out, shouting as he flips me over onto my back and comes all over my chest. Ropes of cum streak across my tits and my stomach, and I close my eyes and open my mouth, gathering the last few drops on my tongue.
When we’re sated, we stare at one another as the magnitude of what we’ve just done hits both of us.
Drew scrambles to his feet, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, and I watch with mounting horror as he paces the room, waging some inner battle. Pushing up on my elbows, I sit cross-legged on the mat, watching him self-destruct as I swirl his cum across my skin.
“This was a mistake,” he says.
“Why?”
“Why?” He barks out a laugh. “Take your fucking pick!”
“So that’s it?” I ask, climbing to my feet. “You’re just going to hide behind your walls and shut me and everyone else out again?”
“I’m trying to protect you!” he roars. “Nothing good will come of this.”
“I love you,” I say, admitting it to him and me at the same time. “I see you, and I love you. Every single broken part of you speaks to the broken parts of me, and together I know we can be whole.” I walk toward him, pleading with my eyes when I see him retreating.
“You can’t love me.” He steps back. “My love is toxic. I destroyed one woman I loved. I won’t make the same mistake again. This ends here, Athena. There is no future for us.”
ChapterThirty-Eight
Athena
I’m still fuming as I drive from the city back to Rydeville. I’m cursing Drew and planning all the things I’m going to say to him in my head. He wants to be a coward and walk away from us? Fine. It’s his fucking loss. But he’s going to hear a few home truths because he needs to man the fuck up and be there for Arlo.
His car is outside the house when I drive up. I’m bristling with anger as I slam my car door shut and storm inside his house. I’m giving him a dose of tough love, and then I’m packing my shit and returning to my apartment.
Drew is in his study with the door open, staring moodily out the window at the bleak darkness outside, nursing a whiskey in one hand.
I stalk inside, waiting for him to swivel on his chair before saying, “Fuck. You.” I glare at him with every ounce of hurt and pain swirling in my chest. “You don’t get to fuck me like that and then reject me and treat me like trash.”
“I didn’t?—”
“Shut your mouth.” I dart forward and grip his chin, spewing venom from my eyes. “You’ve had your say. Now it’s my turn. You’re going to sit there and listen, and when I’ve said my piece, I’ll pack my stuff and get out of your miserable, pathetic life so you can get back to wallowing.”
His eyes darken, and a muscle pops in his jaw, but he remains mute, which is a wise choice, ’cause I have a rifle in the trunk of my car, and I might be tempted to blow his stupid head off.
“You’re a coward, Drew Manning, and I’m glad you showed me your true colors because I don’t date cowards. You have stuffed your feelings inside for fifteen years and never processed your emotions. You’ve got the emotional intelligence of a teenager because you’re still stuck there in your head, pining after your childhood love, and stagnating in a dark pool of guilt because you refuse to face your demons head-on.”
He lifts his whiskey glass to his lips and takes a drink, looking at me with indifference.
I bark out a laugh. “You don’t fool me with that face. The only person you’re fooling is yourself. And I get that to a degree. I’ve done the same. I purposely self-sabotaged this mission because I didn’t have the balls to just tell my father to go fuck himself and seek the truth for the right reasons. Maybe someone should have sat me down and given me the hard facts, but at least I’ve woken up now. You’re still clinging to the past even when you hear the bullshit leaving your mouth.”
