“Same goes for me,” he said before slamming his lips down on mine.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tugged him closer as he pushed me back on the table, devouring me as he hiked up my skirt and tore my panties from my body.
I heard the clank of his belt hitting the table, and felt him jostling his pants down. Then he was there, right at my entrance, shoving hard inside me before I was even fully wet.
But I didn’t care. My eyes slipped closed as he filled me so completely, reminding me why, even in my most irritated state, I still wanted him. Craved him. Needed him more than I could have ever imagined.
There wasn’t another man on this planet who had ever made me feel even close to what Sam could, and despite how much that scared me, I couldn’t find the nerve to walk away.
Not when this was all I dreamed about every night.
“Are you thinking about him?” he growled, nipping at my ear.
I huffed out a laugh just before he thrust deep inside me, sending sparks down my spine, tingling all the way to my toes. “I’m thinking about how I should walk away.”
“Yeah?” he breathed harshly as his hips slapped against mine. “And why’s that?”
“Because you’re no good for me.”
“I warned you,” he growled. “I fucking warned you I would take everything and give you nothing but orgasms.”
The pressure built deep inside me, unfurling so rapidly that I could hardly breathe. This was what he did to me. He drove me higher and higher until I crashed into tiny pieces on the ground.
And I enjoyed every second of it.
Until the morning came and I was all alone again. Then the doubt and heartache snuck in, telling me to walk away before it was too late. But in the moment, there was nothing more tempting or alluring than the man currently between my thighs.
“Tell me to walk away, and I will,” he said, tugging me close as his hips slammed against mine with an unsteady rhythm. “Tell me you don’t want me anymore. Tell me I’m no good for you.”
“You’re no good for me!” I shouted as he pinched my clit, and I spiraled out of control, falling so hard that I knew this time would be worse than the others.
“Do you want me to stay away?”
His hips slowed, his cock pulsing in and out of me, reminding me of just how well he filled me. Teasing me, urging me to tempt him.
“No,” I collapsed on the table, finally releasing him.
Soft lips skimmed across my cheek, down my throat, and over my breasts before he pulled away and zipped up.
And just like that, I was cold once again, left alone, spread out on the table while he slipped out the door. I curled in on myself, repeating that I chose this, but as I laid there and tears leaked from my eyes, I knew I wouldn’t be able to break the cycle on my own.
It was just too damn hard to walk away.
18
SAM
Meetingat the ranch in twenty.
I stared at the cryptic message from Parker, wondering why the hell I was being summoned when I wasn’t even part of the family. Just days ago, I had been at the house, feeling so out of place that my skin itched with the need to run.
And yet, I was being called back there like it was my home and I had a responsibility to it.
As I pulled down the driveway, bouncing over the hard potholes that were frozen from the encroaching winter, I counted the number of vehicles lined up outside the main Parker household. This was more than a family gathering.
Something was going on, and based on recent events, I had a feeling it wasn’t good.
Stalking up to the house, I was greeted by Liam with nothing more than a chin nod. Behind him, Michael and Blake huddled together, whispering conspiratorially.
