Page 79 of Let the Light Shine Through

For my answer, I lie back, taking her with me, so her mouth hovers over mine while I massage her back with one hand. My other grabs a solid handful of ass, making sure she feels what she does do to me as I tell her, “Anything.”

Eyes wild, Gia rears back, gasping, “What?”

“I just meant this can be anything. We—”

“We are nothing, Roz. Not really. We just…fucked. Once.”

“Nothing, huh?”

“Yeah.”

This back-and-forth shit is giving me whiplash. Maybe I should start giving it back already. See how Gia fucking likes it.

I tuck my hands behind my head, studying her.

“Why are you on my dick then?”

“Is that what I’m sitting on? I thought that was—”

I thrust my hips off the bed, swapping her next words out for a moan.

“You like me.”

Her laugh gets caught in her throat.

“I like you.”

Another thrust.

“That’s,” she moans, “not my problem,” her breaths slow and heavy.

Lifting my head, I grab Gia’s waist, holding her suspended above me. “I’ll fuck somebody else tonight, just like you want.”

I slam her body back down, but she meets my thrust with one of her own as she clutches my chest, rolling her hips against mine.

It’s a minute before I can get my next words out. “And while she’s riding my cock, screaming my name, you’ll have to listen, knowing it should’ve been you.”

Gia doesn’t even break pace to ask, “Need a condom?”

On a growl, I snatch her wrists off my chest, pulling them out to the sides so we’re face to face. All movement below our waists comes to a halt as I say, “The box I brought should be good. Should be.”

Something changes in Gia’s face, almost like something breaks.

“Did you really bring a box of condoms?”

I shake my head once, loosening my hold on her.

“I brought a few.” I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but I also didn’t want to be unprepared in case Gia did what Gia always does—catches me off guard. “Did you bring a box?”

“Yes.”

I try not to let that sting. She can have condoms as much as I can, but Gia said it herself—she doesn’t do repeats. So who the fuck was she planning on screwing here?

“I needed to.”

“To prove something?” When she looks away, my lower jaw shifts to the side. “To me or to yourself?”

“Both.” Her eyes meet mine again, full of unshed tears.