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Suddenly, her blue eyes find mine and light up again with burning desire and determination.

She nods her head and her lips start to turn up.

“Don’t think of anything but us. Just you and me, right now. Feel my heart pounding for you. Do you know how much I love you?” As I’m talking, I’m walking her backward.

She nods her head again.

“Do you still love me, Lex?” My voice is filled with emotion, it sounds strange to me. This is me. Bare and raw in front of her. She’s seeing a side of me that I seldom see myself. I’m throwing all my cards on the table with this one, but I have to make her see it, feel it.

She nods.

“Then say it. I want to hear you say the words.”

She swallows and takes a calming breath. “I love you, Striker.”

I have her pinned to the wall while the words are still forming on her lips. Our chests press tight together as her legs wrap around my hips, arms around my neck, and our lips collide.

This time isn’t like the last. She’s feeling everything. She’s grabbing my shirt, pulling me closer, scratching my skin and biting my lip.

I move my hands to her ass to support her weight as we move through her apartment and open the first door I come to which, luckily, is a bedroom. I press her back to the door and move my hands to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head.

When the shirt hits the floor, I move us to her bed and cover her perfect body with mine. Her skin is so hot pressed against me, it’s damn near burning me.

My lips move from hers, down her neck, and to her chest. Her fingers are digging into my skin as I make my descent. I suck her hard nipple into my mouth and flick my tongue against it. She breathes deep and lets out a sigh.

I lean back on my knees and look at her as my hands work on freeing her from her skin-tight jeans.

Her chest rapidly rises and falls with her erratic breathing, her knees tremble with anticipation, and her eyes… fuck, her eyes are showing me more emotion that I thought was possible with Lex. They are so blue, without a hint of doubt or fear. Just love and a hint of needing.

She loves me and needs me, and is finally letting herself feel it. Emotions are so thick that, when I finally slide into her, a tear runs down her cheek. I wipe it away as I thrust into her, slowly but forcefully.

She’s holding my body as close as she can get me. Her arms are wrapped around my back, legs tight around my hips as she moves into my thrusts.

“I love you, Lex.”

“I love you too,” she whispers as she shatters around me.

Chapter 11

Being with Striker is a constant internal struggle. My heart and body want him with everything I am. My head, on the other hand, says to stay away and not let him in. I wasn’t prepared to see him today. I’ve thought about him every day since I left home. I’ve talked myself out of going to see him so many times, I had to. If I went to him, I knew I would stay and that would only cause trouble.

I don’t know his current situation with his dad, but that is something that’s been broken for years. My family, they aren’t broken. Not yet anyway. But if I don’t watch myself, they will be.

I hold all the cards in my hands now. The question is, what will I do with them?

I’ve kept this secret so long, can I let it out now?

What if I only tell Striker? Let him know why I left and why I continue to run from him when all I want to do is run to him.

I know I can trust him, but telling him why I left, putting the blame on his father, will only anger him. He could very well march out of here and go straight to him. Who knows what he will do then? He will hurt Ken, that’s for sure. Ken will retaliate in some way, maybe spilling the secret.

I can’t tell him. I can’t trust him. Not with this. This is too important to risk.

Where does that leave me?

Striker moves inside of me, pushing me closer and closer to the brink of my climax. He’s also pushing me to feel the love I have for him, and that he has for me.

It’s easy to ignore those feelings when I’m miles from home, but with him here, it’s impossible. He’s always had a hold on me that I’ve never been able to escape. He’s had me wrapped around his finger since that very first day.

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