Not how it all happened. Not with the ten-plus years we’ve been apart.
He enlisted and went to war because I ran. I might not know that for certain; however, I always knew that Hayes had delayed enlisting so he could stay close to me, even if he never admitted it. Back then, I had thought it was to protect me, because I was his best friend who had tied herself to his brother that he didn’t like or trust.
He could’ve been killed in the line of duty, and I would’ve lost him forever.
I only came back here to lay his ghost to rest and move on.
And if I stay, and we’re discovered, he can be killed because of me.
Angst and panic brew within me. Hayes senses it and, refusing to let it win, he deepens his kiss. He keeps his thrusts deep and slow, like he’s in this for the long, hard-fought battle, and he refuses to lose the war.
I concede; I let him conquer me.
And he makes love to me in the most intimate, perfect way possible. Each deep stroke peels me apart, piece by piece, until I’m fully exposed and laid bare to him. He sees everything within me; everything within me is his to take.
I grip him tight as I climax, terrified of losing him again, but at the same time feeling so complete.
He holds me just as tightly, pressing his forehead against mine, as he comes deep within me. And I mourn the thought that his cum filled the condom rather than filling me.
My emotions are starting to run wild again as my body comes down from my release. “Promise me you’ll leave me if you have to…if that’s what will keep you safe.”
He pulls back to look at me, staying inside me while he does. His gorgeous face quickly morphs from contented bliss to hard and dark. “Not a fucking chance I’ll ever leave you.”
“Hayes.”
He braces his weight on his elbows and grips my head with his hands. “I won’teverwalk away from you, little dove.”
His pet name for me hammers it home how precarious this happiness is.
I’m still his little dove. The stupid girl who got another Havoc Guardians’ tattoo on her, which makes her forbidden territory. And he’s Army, bound by their club laws, which, if he’s found guilty, even though Guerilla’s tattoo is no longer on my skin, would mean his death.
“Hayes, please—”
He thrusts into me, re-hardened again, and steals my air. Knowing what he’s doing, I try to push him off, but he’s an immovable mountain. He thrusts into me harder, and I see stars.
“Hayes, stop.” But my nails bite into his back, trying to hold him close.
“Free use.” He smirks, his eyes stormy. “Only thing that is going to stop me is your safe word, siren.”
He angles his hips, hitting a delicious spot deep within me, and tosses one of my legs over his shoulder.
Son of a—
Stars erupt, and I cry out, arching into him.
But if he thinks we’re finished with this conversation, he’s got another thing coming. He can’t avoid it, distracting me with amazing sex forever.
However, I’ll drop it for the moment.
He must sense my conceding the battle—for now—because he pulls out of me, pulling the used condom off his shaft, then flips me onto my stomach.
He yanks on my hips, pulling me up onto my knees while keeping my torso pressed down on the bed. Then I feel wetness slide down my butt crack.
“Hayes?” My question is cut off when he uses his cum from the condom to coat my back hole and eases the tip of his finger inside me. “Oh, God,” I choke.
“My siren is such a dirty, filthy girl,” he growls, working his finger into me. He then pulls it out to gather more of his cum to lubricate it before he works it back in. “Are you going to let me fuck you here?”
“No.” I gasp, sounding very needy, but I see my opening. “Once we have a proper conversation about keeping you safe…Hayes…” I moan as he does something that shouldn’t feel as good as it does. “Then you can,” I finish, almost incoherently.
