He chuckles. “You wouldn’t do that to me. Because right now, the only thing that you need is for me to take this sweet pussy and make your forget what it’s like to be without me. And Ineedto be inside of you again.”
The ripping of a condom wrapper tells me that even though he’s teasing me right now, he’s definitely planning on pushing into me soon. I grind my hips back against him, feeling his hands back there, as he slides the condom onto his length.
“Hold on, baby,” he grits out before grabbing ahold of my hips and pushing himself against me.
I cry out, feeling him deep inside of me. His movements are swift. He’s taking me so quickly that I can feel his balls slapping against my skin. The sound fills the room along with our grunts and moans. August leans down, kisses my shoulder, and moves his hands to my breasts. His aggressive pinching causes my orgasm to reach his breaking point. He bites into my shoulder. I let out a moan at the sweet feeling of pain.
“Oh god, August, fuck yes,” I cry out as my orgasm rips through me. My legs start to shake as I can feel another one building. “Fuck, I can’t keep on standing like this.”
“Sure, you can, baby, you can do this for me,” he grits out as he kisses on my neck, while he slams in and out of me. The light kisses on my shoulder are a paradox from how hard he’s thrusting. But I don’t care, I love the pain of it. I live for this pain because it reminds me that I’m alive and that he’s here with me.
I adjust my hips back and push into him harder. That is what makes him finally let go. August’s hands grip my hips tightly as he cries out in the quiet of the room. Another orgasm rips through me as I let out a string of curse words, while August does the same thing.
Then the room goes silent.
The only thing that can be heard is our harsh, ragged breathing. I can feel my legs shaking as I slowly work to catchmy breath. August is still holding onto my hips; his head is now resting between my shoulder blades as he comes down from his high.
“Are you sure this is still such a bad thing?” he asks as he slowly pulls out of me. I hear shuffling behind me enough to realize that he’s righting his pants and disposing of the condom.
I lower my hands from the locker and begin to pull my shorts and underwear back up. I find my discarded shirt and bra on the floor. Pulling both on, I lower myself onto the bench. My chest is still heaving as I catch my breath. August’s chest is doing the same as he watches me from where he stands across from me. I can see a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.
“Why the fuck does this keep happening?” I ask.
He smirks. “Because we are good together, Hendrix. I just need for you to accept that.” He says it so simply like we don’t have a whole sordid history that I can’t get over.
“Nope. You still left me,” I remind him.
“It’s always going to be about that, isn’t it?” he asks.
I nod. “I lost a big part of myself. There is so much you don’t know about what happened to me after that...” My voice trails off.
“So, tell me,” he says matter-of-factly. Like it’s just that fucking simple.
I shake my head. “No, I have to get to the bar. My brother is waiting for me.”
He nods, his eyes hollow. “I still regret it, you know.”
“Good.” I reply.Let it haunt you,I think.Let it rot in your chest, like it does in mine.“I gotta go.” I get up from the bench, gather my stuff and turn to leave. “See you at the bar.”
August doesn’t reply. He just watches me and I feel his eyes on me the whole time, while I unlock the door and flee the locker room. There’s a deliciously sweet ache between my legs from where his strokes punished me. I smile thinking about it. Butthen I pull myself together because my brother and friends are waiting for me. As far as they know, I would never allow August Cromwell to fuck me like that, and it should stay that way.
Chapter Twelve
~AUGUST~
Ilook at my phone and see there a few messages from Dex, asking if I am in fact coming to the Backwoods to hang out.
August: I’m on my way. Do you miss me?
I chuckle and head in the direction of the Backwoods. It’s a short drive from the stadium so it takes me no time at all to get there. I take one of the last spots in the lot. It’s packed, as it usually is after the Blaze play. I’m just not sure what the mood is going to be like once I get in there. Hendrix was pretty beaten down after the game. Before I found her in the locker room, Jase warned me to let her be tonight, to just be nice to her. I think I was pretty nice to her, actually. I grin, thinking of the way her hips fit perfectly in my hands as I pounded her.
I give myself a once-over before heading into the bar. After I left her, I hightailed it up to my office to apply some deodorant and a splash of cologne. Trying to drown out the smell of sweat and sex that was coming off of me after we had finished. I check my reflection in the mirror to see that there are no hairs out of place, and no marks on my face.
“Let’s hope no one can tell,” I say to the empty car. Taking a deep breath, I get out and head into the bar.
I look over the parking lot and see that her BMW is here, which means she’s here. I knew she wanted her brother to come out and spend time with her friends. When I saw Danny briefly, he mentioned bringing Ash to the Backwoods for drinks, so that he could meet everyone. According to Danny, he’s pretty cool. It’s just a shame that he hates me because of the way I treated his sister.
Taking one last deep breath, I head into the Backwoods. The music is pumping over the chatter of all of the patrons. It looks like today’s loss is not affecting everyone that is in the bar. Probably just the team who is feeling the loss. I round the bar to see there are strangers at the table that we usually sit at. It’s a high-top table, positioned in the center of the bar, that can hold all eight of us. Well, nine with Hendrix’s brother.
