"You hurt me," I say.
"I know," he answers.
His fingers dig in at my hip, pulling me closer until my chest rests against his. I can feel the steady pound of his heart. It does something dangerous to mine. "Gabe," I warn.
"I'm trying to talk," he rasps. "But all I can think about is how you felt in my arms. Five years and it's still the clearest thing in my head."
"That's not my problem."
He gives a short, humorless huff. "It is now."
Before I can throw another line at him, his mouth is on mine.
The kiss hits hard. His lips press to mine like he is starving and I am the only thing he knows how to reach for. His hand at my hip hauls me in tight. His other hand slides into my hair, holdingme in place as his mouth moves over mine with all the heat and frustration he has been holding back. My brain screams at me to shove him away. My body moves the other way. My mouth opens under his, years of anger tangling with the sharp, selfish relief of being wanted by him again.
The kitchen spins. My fingers find his shoulders and grip, clinging to something solid while the ground under my life shifts for the second time in one day.
9
GABE
My mouth crashes onto hers, tongue shoving past her lips to taste the bitter edge of her tears tangled with the raw heat of her breath. She resists for a heartbeat, teeth grazing my tongue with a sharp bite that stings, then clamps down on my lower lip hard enough to make me growl deep into her throat. Her nails drag down my shoulders through my shirt, clawing the fabric as she yanks it up, tearing it off over my head in a desperate jerk. Her hands slam against my bare chest, pushing me back until my ass hits the counter edge, the jolt rattling something in a drawer nearby.
"You hate me?" I rasp, voice thick with years of bottled rage and aching need, my fingers digging into her hips through her T-shirt, pressing hard into her soft curves. "Prove it, then. Shove me off if you hate me so damn much." My cock strains in my jeans, heavy and throbbing against the zipper, while her full chest heaves into me, hard nipples scraping my skin through the thin fabric.
"Fuck you, Gabe," Lena spits, her eyes burning with a fury that matches the fire twisting in my gut. But her hands betray herwords, dropping to my belt with frantic urgency. She fumbles the buckle open, yanks the zipper down with a rough tug, and shoves my jeans and boxers down my hips. My cock springs out, thick and stiff, veins pulsing, the tip already slick with pre-cum. Her fingers wrap around the base, gripping tight enough to make my thighs tense, stroking once from root to tip with a harsh twist that rips a groan from my chest.
I don't let her take the lead. My hands fist the hem of her T-shirt, dragging it up her thighs in one quick shove, revealing lace panties darkened with wet need at the center. I spin her around fast, slamming her front against the counter, her stomach pressed into the hard edge as her chest flattens against it. She gasps, hands bracing wide on the surface, her ass instinctively pushing back into me. My palm cracks down on one cheek, then the other, sharp slaps that heat her skin under my touch. She arches into the sting, grinding herself against my thigh, leaving a damp trail on my jeans.
"That's my girl," I snarl right into her ear, breath hot on her neck as I lean over her, my bare chest pressing into her back. "This body doesn't hate me. It's begging for me after five years of going without." My fingers hook the edge of her panties, tearing them aside with a ripping sound, and dive between her thighs. She's soaked, swollen and ready, her heat trembling around nothing. I push two fingers deep inside, curling them hard against her inner wall, pumping fast while my thumb rubs rough circles on her clit. Her thighs shake, inner muscles fluttering tight around my knuckles as she lets out a low moan.
"Shut up and fuck me already," she snaps, shoving her hips back to ride my fingers harder. Her hand reaches behind, nails scratching at my thigh, her heels digging into my calves tospread herself wider. "You owe me this. You left me empty for years. Fill me now, you coward."
I pull my fingers out, her slickness coating them. "Fuck. Do you have condoms?"
Her eyes are hazy, pupils wide. "Bedroom drawer. Hurry up." We stumble down the narrow hallway as she drags me along, my hands groping her ass with bruising force until we crash through the doorway into her room.
She kicks the door shut behind us, shoves me against it, and drops to her knees without hesitation. Her mouth wraps around my cock in one swift dive, lips stretching wide to take my girth, throat opening to swallow half my length. The suction is intense, her cheeks hollowing as her tongue flicks along the sensitive underside, her hand pumping the base already wet with spit. I grip her hair tight, thrusting shallowly into that wet heat, my balls tightening as she gags just a little and moans around me. "Jesus, Lena," I groan, hips jerking forward. "Suck me harder."
She pulls off with a sharp gasp, a thread of saliva stretching between her swollen lips and my tip, her eyes wet but locked on mine with raw anger. "You don't deserve my mouth," she hisses, but she dives back in, taking me deeper, her nose nearly brushing my stomach as her throat pulses around me. Her free hand cups my balls, rolling them with firm pressure, thumb teasing the seam until my knees nearly give out.
"Enough," I bark, hauling her up by the hair, her mouth popping off with a wet sound. I push her toward the bed, ripping her T-shirt over her head in a single rough yank, leaving her bare and stunning—full breasts heaving, nipples dark and tight, soft stomach leading to wide hips, thighs glistening with her arousal. She scrambles to the nightstand, pulls open the drawer with ajerk, and tosses me a condom packet. Does she keep these for someone else? A surge of possessive fury hits me. I tear the foil open with my teeth, rolling it down my length while she watches, licking her lips, one hand already teasing herself.
I grab her arm, drag her to the edge of the bed, and flip her onto her stomach with a rough push. "Ass up," I order, slapping her thigh hard enough to make her jolt. She moves fast, knees spreading wide, back arching to offer herself up, her wet heat on full display. I kneel behind her, grip her hips with bruising force, and line my sheathed cock up with her entrance. "This is mine," I growl, thrusting in hard, burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her walls grip me tightly, rippling around every inch, her wetness soaking through the barrier as she bites back a moan into the pillow.
"Fuck!" she cries out, fisting the sheets, pushing back to take me deeper still. "Yes, Gabe. Harder."
I pound into her without mercy, hips snapping with raw force, the bed frame banging against the wall with every thrust. My thighs slap against her ass, the wet sounds echoing in the room, my cock driving into her core over and over, dragging against her through the thin latex. One hand twists into her hair, pulling her head back so her spine curves just right, her chest swaying beneath her. The other hand slaps her ass again and again, the skin turning flushed and hot under my palm, making her clench even tighter around me.
"You're not getting away from me," I snarl, leaning down to bite her shoulder, teeth pressing hard enough to leave a mark.
She chokes out my name, reaching back to claw at my hip with desperate fingers. "You left first, you bastard!" Her inner walls flutter wildly, her body trembling under my touch as Ireach around to rub her clit fast, pinching with rough pressure. Sweat slicks down my chest, dripping onto her back, her arousal coating the base of the condom and drenching me.
I pull out just long enough to flip her onto her back, dragging her legs over my shoulders to fold her almost in half. Her entrance gapes slick and needy, trembling for more. I slam back in, the angle driving me deeper, my body grinding against her with every thrust. Her breasts bounce wildly, nipples begging for attention, so I lean down, sucking one hard into my mouth, teeth grazing the peak as she arches up into me.
"Look at me," I demand, locking eyes with her, both of us lost in the dark heat of it.
"Gabe," she moans, heels digging into my back. "Faster. Break me. I hate you so much. Don't stop." I can feel her building, her thighs quaking around me, her grip pulsing in rhythmic waves.
