Page 86 of What I Should Have Done

“Please,” I begged. The only word I managed to let escape my tongue.

“Good girl,” he groaned and finally slid his hand between my legs.

Ripples of pleasure roared hot behind my vision of stars. Black swirled around me, mixing in with the hazy vision as nothing but his touch and naked body against mine wrapped me in his soul.

A soul that was dark. Depraved. Every twisted piece of him came out as he told me exactly what he wanted to do and I let him. I invited it. Begged him for it. Rode every wave of release that he offered me.

I had no control, and I was lapping it up.

His hands, oh fuck, his hands…

Dripping wet, slick from his sweat and my own arousal, he spun me around and his lips eventually found mine. A tongue I remembered dove back between my teeth. He tasted like an addiction that I saw no problem in. His skin in my teeth. His fingers dug into my hips as he bucked against me, letting me feel just how excited he was.

There were no thoughts. Nothing in my mind but absolute, sheer bliss. I was lost in a world that was his. As if I was floating down rapids in a river, rushing toward a release of sheer ecstasy. A thrilling whirlwind of rushes brought on by a man who I’d denied for far too long.

Mikey hoisted me from the ground, not missing a beat in his hungry kiss. My legs shook as he bit down on my lip, carrying me with one arm hooked beneath my thighs while the other intertwined between the strands of tousled, loose hair, messy from him.

He sat down on the bench, guiding my legs around his hips. I hovered. Waiting for his permission, waiting for what I’d been craving since that damn cave.

Breaking the kiss, a smirk rose on his lips, recognizing the look on my face. There was no filter left, and I didn’t care. Not right now.

He cocked a brow and let me sit, finally taking me.

A whimper escaped his lips as they dove back against my mouth.

I knew I’d want this again. Need it again. At that moment, every hesitation swept away, there was nothing but him and me. Nothing but what I’d been denying us for so long. For too long.

As I panted, my body was both spent and lapping up everything from Mikey. The world became nothing but a blur of colors, stars, and popping euphoria that brought me to the edge of a cliff.

And I jumped. Wholeheartedly with another buck of my hips against him. His finger against my lip reminding me to be quiet. That’s all it took to be torn apart. Again.

No longer was there a cacophony of color and stars. There was no feeling left in my legs. Nothing but the faint static of black and white swirled in my eyes and head.

The right here and right now meant more, fulfilled more, than I’d ever experienced before. Wrapped in his spell, filled with him, everything else dimmed in comparison to Mikey. He consumed me. My mind was lost to him.

Another high reached, the loss of control sending a fever of relief through my entire body as he met me at that cliff—and he jumped. There was no escape.

Drained, we both sat still, panting, his fingers clutching tightly to my hips, the exhaustion slowly crept into my bones. My legs quivered, unable to support any of my weight, as the bench I’d been destroyed on somehow miraculously hadn’t tipped over.

His chin plunked against my shoulder, his heart trilling so quickly in his chest I felt it against my forehead that leaned against him. The shift from aggressive passion to tender cradling was exactly what I needed. Mikey’s fingers gently danced across my sides, and he cupped my cheeks, prying me away from his body.

And a soft kiss pressed against my forehead.

I exhaled slowly, falling even deeper into him. “Don’t you dare tell anyone what just happened,” I muttered quietly as he pulled away and tucked me back against him.

“Why would I tell someone who isn’t involved?” he replied casually, his breathing slowing.

“Because… I don’t know… The boys talk or whatever,” I grumbled.

His chuckle vibrated against my cheek. “I don’t talk about this shit with ‘the boys,’ that’s disrespectful to you.”

“Well…” I paused and leaned away, finally looking at him. His eyes swirled, drunk off of the high we were coming down from. “You can’t act differently toward me now that you’ve seen me naked.”

“Ah, I see how it is.” He smirked. “Does this mean you’re not going to let me teach you some extra fighting skills, then, since we never had a chance to before we fucked?”

I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips, playful annoyance visible on my face. He leaned his head back and laughed. “By the way, Bernie owes you money.”

“What?” I slowly raised myself up off his lap. With help from his strong hands, he slid himself out.

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