Page 62 of Battle Scars

I have to put some distance between us and finally give her a taste of the control that I need, what I want from her. So I push back and lock eyes with her, letting her know that I’m about to lead us down a path we can’t come back from. That now is the time to pull away, to put a stop to this and put us both out of our misery.

Only Adrienne has never done a goddamned thing that I’ve told her to, so instead of dousing the flames burning between us, she throws fucking gasoline on them by looking me in the eyes and nodding her head once.

Fuck. Me.

I wrap my larger, stronger hands around each of her delicate, slim wrists and lower them to hold them at her sides. I don’t hurt her, I won’t ever do that, not like this. But I will take what we both want from her here and now. I want to restrain her, to tie her up and to have her open for me. Begging me to have her, to take her to a level of passion that will wreck us both once and for all.

After watching her careen around the track at breakneck speeds with no care at all for her safety, I need to hold her at my mercy and show her that her actions have consequences.

I look around the garage and notice a length of tow rope coiled neatly on top of a work bench. That is exactly what I need to get my head back on straight. I grab it and spool it, letting it unroll in front of me, between us. I take the end and wrap it around one wrist and then the other, binding them in front of her before raising them over her head to hang from a hook in the wall. There’s enough length that her feet still touch the ground and she’s not in any danger… at least not from anything but me.

I watch her squirm for a second before I trace the hem of her tank top with my finger where it peeks out of her rolled down fire suit and slowly drag it up her body, over her taut belly and up over her small breasts to uncover her sports bra. Then I pull the zipper down the front, parting the compression material so that her tits hang free. Her pink nipples pebble under the breeze from the AC, and my mouth waters to taste them again. But not yet.

Instead, I tease her by trailing the back of my hand over her breasts and down her belly to where the arms of her fire suit are tied around her waist. There, I flip my hand over and slide it into her pants, her panties, and right between her lips to feel how wet she is for me.

She’s always ready and wanting, and the feel of her heat on my fingers makes my dick even harder. She tries to move, to force me where she wants me, but that’s not what this is. Her whine is my favorite song.

I kick off her boots and push down the fire suit along with whatever else she had on underneath, leaving her bare from the waist down. Her shirt and bra are the only things she’s wearing, and they merely frame the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen. I look at her, like she’s the most stunning piece of art and I’m the artist.

I unbuckle my belt and lower my zipper. My cock so heavy and hard that it bobs in front of me, pointing the way to heaven and hell. I grab her by her thighs and hold her open for me, the crown of my dick pressing against her bare pussy.

“I shouldn’t want you.” I can’t help but growl because it pisses me off how out of control this is and my weaknesses where she’s concerned. “But I can’t stay away.”

“Then don’t,” she challenges and I drive all the way into her. All the way to the root where there’s nothing between us.

I’m like a man possessed as I plunge into her, taking her rougher than I usually do. I hate feeling like this and as my spine tingles and my balls draw up, I know this will be fast and wild. And before it’s even over, I know that I’ll want it again. I’ll never not want her and that makes me even angrier.

“I can’t stay away.”

“I don’t want you to,” she moans against my lips as I lean in and take her mouth again.

She grips the ropes tight in her hands as I pump into her again and again before she bows her back and comes, her delicious cunt gripping me so tightly that I can’t help but drive into her one last time before she rips the orgasm from me.

And then I realize what I’ve done.

I should have handed this op over to Eli ages ago, but I needed my fix of her. I stupidly thought we could… I don’t know… be something to each other, but I have nothing left to give besides a decent fuck.

And one day, she’ll rip my heart out when she dies in a fucking crash just like her grandfather did because watching her today, I know there’s no other way for this to end.

Stupidly, I let her siren song call to my baser needs once more, but this is it. This is the last fucking time.

It has to be, for both of us.

“Fuck,” I bite out as I tuck myself back into my pants. I quickly unhook the rope from the wall and untie her, watching with my gut in knots as she shakes out her hands. I’m a fucking monster.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her, but it’ll never be enough. It’ll never make amends for how I’ve treated her. “I never should have touched you.”

“Gabe—” she starts and I flinch. I can’t stand to hear her try to comfort me. I need to hold fast to my resolve to be done with us for both our sakes—but mostly mine. I can admit to myself that I’ve fallen for her, but what I won’t do is bury a second wife.

“I have to go. I won’t touch you again,” I tell her before I turn and head out of the garage.

I don’t watch her get dressed or offer her comfort. I can’t. If I do, I’ll fall back on my promise because I’m weak.

Instead, I find Eli and tell him that he’s in charge and to call Manny with updates.

When I’m done, I leave. I get in a car and head to the one place I never should have left. I’ve fucked up pretty bad and it’s time to start doing things the right way, not the cowardly way, and that means starting with an apology.

Ransom Falls, Texas