His knees buckle as he continues to thrust, groaning as he cums and releases everything he has to me. His trembling body is proof that I’ve done my job. The fucking predator taken down by his goddamn prey.
The score is even.
“Fuck, Sunny,” he whimpers.
Removing my mouth from him, I keep my eyes on his as Iswallow what’s left of him. I stand on my feet and use a hand to wipe my mouth clean.
He lunges for me, pressing his lips to mine possessively. His tongue laces around mine, describing all the ways he wants me to be his. Linked by that unavoidable, undeniable string between us, not only woven through our hearts but through every fiber of our being.
That might be the only explanation as to why we are always in this dance, this labyrinth of us, because fate simply won’t have it any other way. Our souls forever threading together in this life, and all the rest.
It takes everything in me to step out of his embrace, no matter how much I want this. He lets out a snarl as I remove myself and tries coming for me again, but I raise up a hand.
He stops instantly.
“Consider my debt paid.” I turn around and leave into the night before he can protest otherwise.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
TYLER
I can’t stop thinkingabout another woman at my own engagement party.
People saunter around the venue in their suits and dresses while waiters walk around with trays of food I can’t pronounce. Shelby clings to my arm, her white dress flowing behind her as a prelude of what’s to come in the next few months.
Yet all I can think about is Sunny’s lips around my dick. I’m so confused, so fucking confused.
“Here come mommy and daddy.” Shelby clutches my arm, her smile beaming.
Her parents approach us with wide smiles on their faces. She shares the same brown eyes and blonde hair as her father, but the rest of her features are just like her mother. Dainty, sharp and feline.
“Tyler.” Governor Goodman takes my hand in his. “We are so thrilled about this. Congratulations to you both.”
Shelby smiles between us as I take her mother’s hand in my own and place a kiss on it.
“Oh Shelby, you really do have a good one.” Mrs. Goodman smiles at her daughter, her cheeks flushing by my touch.
“I know,” Shelby says, laying her head on my shoulder.
“Fancy running into you here, Matthew.” Mitchell approaches with a wide grin and shakes hands with Matthew. Ironic everyone is smiling tonight except me.
“Look at these two! They belong in a magazine,” Diane chimes as she makes her rounds and greets us.
“Truly they do. There is no better match,” Mrs. Goodman says to Diane, both of them clearly giddy over this match. “Can you imagine what their babies will look like?”
As they continue their conversation, I analyze the venue. The conversation ultimately becomes background noise when Sunny walks in.
Her gown is stark black like night, as if this is a funeral over a celebration. A death to something that could’ve been ours. A two piece dress that reveals just enough to make anyone curious about the rest underneath.
Her blonde curls are a wild mess around her head. She toys with a curl in one hand while the other holds a flute of champagne. Blue-green irises flick to me, as if she knows I’m watching her, like she can feel my presence just as much as I can always feel hers without even looking.
Our stare lingers.Stay with me.I wish she could hear me.Stay in this moment. Stay with me.But then her eyes go back to whatever it is our family is saying to her. And I realize my reality crashing down on me.
I’m over here. They’re over there. A distance I don’t like. A reality I refuse to accept.
I clear my throat. “If you’ll excuse me.”
“Where are you going?” Shelby doesn’t let go of my arm.
