Chapter Twelve
Maya
“Please say something,” I beg.
He stares out over the stream, not paying attention to me at all. Stuck in his own thoughts. So I sit, and I wait.
He had to know the truth. I couldn’t have kept it from him for another moment longer.
“How do you feel about me?” Still, staring anywhere but at me. “I need to know if this is just some kind of puppy love from our childhood, or if it’s more.”
Is his anger directed towards his sister? Or me? I’m so scared to confess the way my heart has only ever beat for him. I can’t recall a time when I didn’t feel this way.
“I… Tommy,” I stammer. Nerves are making my hands shake. One lone tear escaped from the corner of my eye. He must have heard the wobble in my voice, as I have his full attention now. His beautiful eyes focused solely on me. “I love you, Tommy. I always have. I have tried so many times to forget about you, to move on and live my life. Everything always comes back to you.”
His focus never leaves me as he studies my face, taking in the truth of my words. Before he has a chance to respond, I continue.
“I need you to know, although I feared losing Fallon. I was scared of you losing her, too. Of being the reason your family fell apart. I could never do that to you,” I speak from experience. Being in a broken home is horrendous, and I wouldn’t wish it on anybody. The pitch of my voice gets higher the more I speak. “I always assumed you didn’t feel the same way, that it was just our friendship you loved. Losing you as a friend was the hardest part.”
“Maya, it has always been you. Fuck, I bought a fucking office in Worcester just to be closer to you. How could you not have known how I felt? I wish you had spoken to me. Fallon would have got over it eventually, and we wouldn’t have missed out on so much time,” He takes my hand then, stroking his thumb in reassuring circles. No one would know how caring and kind he is under that grumpy exterior.
“Because you have never told me. I was so young and naïve, never in my wildest dreams would I have thought you felt the same.”
“I do, baby. I love you so fucking much.” Releasing my hand, he pushes me back so I’m lying beneath him. His arms caged me in as he staredme down, fire in his eyes. “I have always loved you. We will find a way around this, I promise you. If this is what you want?”
The question hangs in the air for a moment as I take in what he just confessed.
He loves me.
He fucking loves me!
“I have longed for you for so long. This…” He motions between us. “It's meant to be. It’s going to happen, but only if you want it to.”
“I do. I want this. Need this. Us. Everything,” Happy tears now cascade down the side of my face into my hair. I have wanted him for so long, I don’t know how to cope now that it’s possible.
He leans in, taking my lips with his. There is so much emotion with such a simple kiss. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him to me, needing more. It’s not enough.
“I need you,” I gasp out between kisses.
We’re no longer on the blanket from all the tumbling around we’ve been doing. I roll him onto his back, straddling him. Slowly, I tug the sweater he’s wearing from him, loving the feel of his bare chest under me. Slowly, I glide my hands over his pecs, then his abs, making my way down to the waistband of his trousers.
“I’m clean and have an IUD. I need to feel you bare Tommy.”
A low growl erupts from him at that, the pressure of his hands gripping my arse tightening.
“I’m clean too, baby.” Releasing me, he sits upand drags the dress I’m wearing over the top of my head, then quickly rids me of my bra. Leaving me in just my panties and tights. Still straddling his waist, he brings me in close so were skin to skin. His large, warm hands travel up my back. One tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, angling my head backwards to give him better access as he trails kisses from my ear to my collarbone. “I love you,” He hums. “So fucking much.”
“Tommy,” I gasp. “I need you inside of me. now!”
He doesn’t hesitate. Freeing his thick cock from the constraints of his trousers, he pulls it back, pleasuring himself. Then, to my utter surprise, he gets the crotch of my tights in both hands and rips them apart. My mouth drops open in shock.
That was the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed.
Yanking my panties to the side, he smooths his thumb over my clit in slow, torturous circles.
“So wet for me, baby,” He states proudly.
I lift up higher onto my knees, giving him more room to angle his cock right where I desperately need him. He circles my entrance for a moment, wetting the tip of his cock before easing inside of me. I lower myself back down, taking him in whole.
