Page 30 of Myself

I let out a long breath, but my hands grip her hips tighter so she can’t get away from me. “Remember when you sat at our bar in our hotel room in Panama?” She nods. “After Ashlyn took you to Ryder’s bed, I went looking for Conner.” Her brows rise. “I found him at the hotel bar with a woman.” Her hands drop from my face, but I keep her in place. “I dragged him off to the bathroom where I proceeded to use him as a punching bag for the next ten minutes.”

Her mouth parts, and her eyes look up at me as if she’s about to cry. I should tell her what he told me—it would justify why I did it—but I shouldn’t have to do that. He deserved what he got. “Why would you do that?” she asks softly.

“Because you deserved more than that,” I say, trying to understand how she could think she doesn’t. “You deserve someone who will put you first, and he never did. You know how many times I saw you cry over him?” I shake my head at my question. “More than I can count. And I was tired of him getting away with it.” I growl. “He deserved what I gave him. I’m sorry if that pisses you off, but I won’t apologize for giving him what he deserved.” By the time I get to the last word, I’m breathing heavy. Just the thought of how he treated her makes me want to punch him all over again. No one ever stood up for her. It was time I took that step and did something.

“You did that for me?” she asks, pulling her hands from her hips and taking a step back from me.

“Yes.” I nod. “And I’ll do it again,” I say with no shame.

She takes a step toward me, wearing no emotion on her face, and her eyes reach mine. I have a moment of panic when I think she may slap me or tell me to leave, but she reaches up and cups my face again. “Thank you.”

“You’re not mad at me?” I can’t help but ask.

She shakes her head. “You did something that no one else has ever done. How can I be mad at you?”

“What did I do?”

“Stood up for me,” she says simply, and her words break my heart.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. “Well, get used to it.” I smile down at her. “Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

She licks her lips, and her hands fall to my chest. “How can I thank you?”

My brows rise as my eyes run up and down slowly. “What do you have in mind?”

She smiles, and her hands move lower. “I can think of several things.”

I swallow nervously. God, I’ve never been nervous around a woman before. “You sure you want to?” I told her we could go slow, but in all honesty, it’s been killing me. I’ve jacked off three times thinking of her since then, and that was just two days ago. I’m pathetic.

The smile drops off her face, and her hands fall to her side. “If you don’t want to ...”

My lips are on hers, cutting her off, and my arms wrap around her, yanking her off her feet as her legs wrap around me, and her hands tangle in my hair as I walk us back to her room. I hit the wall a few times and stumble, but we manage to stay upright. I knew I didn’t get trashed tonight for a reason.

CHAPTER SEVEN

BECCA

We crash into my room, and he doesn’t even bother to turn on the light. The next few seconds are full of clothes ripping, panties dropping, and us crawling onto the bed.

“Wait,” I say, trying to catch my breath.

He hovers over me in the darkness. The only light we have is from the city outside my floor-to-ceiling windows. But we’re pretty high up, and not many buildings are around us. His breathing ragged and his cock hard against my lower stomach. “Too soon?” he asks, his voice strained.

I gently slide my nails down his smooth chest and hard abs. I smile when I reach his cock, and I wrap my hand around it. His body jerks in surprise. “No. It’s not too soon,” I say. “I just don’t wanna rush it.”

He lets out a pained groan and slowly lowers his body on top of mine. The weight of him has my thighs tightening. And I just wanna scream out in joy that he wants me as badly as I want him.

His lips find my neck, and his hand finds my hair. “What do you want?” he asks as his hips start to move while my hand strokes his hardness softly. Almost teasingly.

I know we’ve had sex once before, but I’ve dreamed of this so many times. In an actual bed. No distractions. Just us, with all the time in the world. “I want you to take your time with me,” I admit.

He lets out a long breath while his hips continue to move. “You know how hard that’s gonna be?”

“As hard as your cock?” I can’t help but ask with a smile.

“Fuck.” He growls. “Say cock again,” he demands roughly.

I lick my lips and tilt my head to where they’re right by his ear. “Cock,” I whisper, before taking his earlobe between my teeth and biting down.

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