Page 142 of Unhinged

My heart pounds as I hover over Simone with her open legs on either side of me, hanging over the side of the bed. “What?” Tell me you feel the same way. When she doesn’t say more, I look into her eyes and plead with her for so much. Amos makes this sound easy, confessing how I feel and to hell with her possibly saying she only wants to be friends. Or exes. I’m petrified that Simone doesn’t need me like I need her. I’ve told her in actions, but not words. I want to admit it to her. God, I fucking do.

Simone brings her lips closer and says, “I’ve given myself to you in ways I’ve never done or thought I’d ever do.”

I swallow through my nerves and nod. “Me too.”

Her eyes are fearful and unable to stay on mine, which unnerves me. “This isn’t just sex we’re having, Greg. It’s bigger, deeper, and it scares me.”

I nod. “I know. It’s so much more. Simone, I can’t get enough of this. I never stop thinking about you. When I’m alone, I’m missing a huge chunk of myself I didn’t know I was missing until you.”

“Me too. We have three nights left together. I want you for every single one.”

“Then you can have me because I want you for every single one too.” My gaze falls to Simone’s lips, and I whisper, “Simone, kiss me.”

She sits up more but winces. “I bruised a rib.”

Horrified, my attention falls to her towel between us. “Maybe it’s broken?”

Anger returns, but before it gets too settled, Simone says, “No. I bruised them in soccer all the time.”

I lean in and graze my lips over hers. But Simone steals them faster than she ever stole third on the softball field. But then again, I was too busy watching her smile, tits, and ass to care.

Our kiss heats up, and I grab her hand to put it between us. Simone grabs my rising hard-on. I say, “After that waterfall, I want to fuck you in the shower.”

Simone nods. “I need to feel you again. You can come against the wall or the floor.”

I step back, and she grabs my hand to stand up. I remove my clothes, and she drops her towel. Everything about her is perfect. Her gold belly button ring glitters in the light. Biting her lip, Simone grabs my hand, and I lean down to kiss her long enough I don’t confess the one thing I’m dying to say.

When Simone bent over and held onto the shower bench, I handed her the shower wand and turned on the water, letting it warm up against the wall. She then aimed the water between her legs as I worked my way into her pussy with shower gel. With the water hitting her clit and me slamming that deeper spot again, we weren’t quiet when my sex-starved dick pounded her always-ready cunt. This time, I pulled out and shot over her ass.

As soon as we hit the bed, Simone tangled up in me before falling asleep. I’ve never in my life been this…happy. I’ve also never been so scared shitless.

I love when Simone screws me, but I hope she doesn’t screw me.

Kneeling next to Simone, I stroke her blonde hair as I watch her sleep. The swelling on her eye has gone down, but the colors remain. I ball my other hand into a fist. When I see that fucker again, and I will, he’s dead. I’ve never wanted to kill anyone, not even for what they did to me years ago. But this is different. I’d take or relive any kind of abuse in her place. I’d do anything to protect Simone. Even if it’s from my defective genes.

“Fuck you, thundercunt! I’m having all his babies!”

Damn. I wish that were true.

How did Simone Garrison change my life so much?

Moaning, she shifts and, even though it’s innocent, it whizzes my dick. Simone is everything I’ve ever wanted and didn’t know I needed.

I whisper, “Hey, doodlebug.”

Simone opens her eyes. Without makeup, her baby blues are brighter and clearer. She’s a stunning woman with makeup, but she’s even more gorgeous without it. Thankfully, she doesn’t resemble Wilder much, except for the feminine version of his nose. Simone smiles, and I smile back. She whispers, “Hey, swizzle stick.”

“I have some things I got to do this morning. I want you to rest today.”

“I work at the bar later.”

“No. Take the night off. I’m the boss’s nephew. I say it’s okay.”

“You’re also the other owner’s thorn in his side.”

“Your point?” I grin as she rolls her eyes.

“My point is I’m okay. I will work tonight. I want to be with you. We only have tonight and tomorrow before our two weeks…” Yeah. No, we don’t.

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