Page 23 of One Last Time

Harrison throws his head back and laughs, “Drinks are on Jack. This is his idea.” He slaps Jack on his back.

“Let’s go, I want a fucking drink,” Tate says from behind Harrison, and I watch as Jack’s eyes narrow.

Fucking Tate. He’s not changed in the past three months. I thought after the shit that went down with bitch-face Julie answering my cell that he’d realize just how fucked up he was, but he hasn’t. He’s been sitting his ass on the bench, and he’s angry that he’s not getting a chance in the first team. Well, boo for him, if the fucker realized he was throwing his career away, he’d wise up, but I don’t see that happening.

“Ease up, man, you’re putting Tate to shame, and that’s fucking saying something,” Caston yells in my ear, trying to be heard over the thumping music.

Jack and Harrison called it a night about an hour ago. I really should have left with them, but I didn’t. Instead, I stayed with Tate and Caston, now I’m drunk as a skunk, and Caston’s pissed. I wave him off, as I move toward the exit to get some fresh air.

I push past the people in my way, until something, I mean someone, ahead of me stops me short. I shake my head thinking that I’m imagining things. There’s no way she’s here. The dark-haired beauty stands in front of me, her mouth slack, her eyes wide, and her face is pale. But it’s her. There’s no denying that it’s Payton standing in front of me. Her dress is tight against her beautiful body and barely reaches her thighs, one wrong move and her ass would be on display.

She makes a squeak before she turns on her heel and rushes out of the club. I don’t even think, I’m hot on her tail, needing to see her. Needing to touch her. I can’t believe that she’s this fucking close. God, I’ve thought about this moment for a long time. All I want to do is hold her. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to do that. I want to bury my head into her hair and inhale her scent. I’ve forgotten what she smells like.

When I get outside, I see her walking down the street alone, and that pisses me off. I jog to catch up with her as soon as I’m beside her, I reach out and grab a hold of her arm. It’s as though I’ve been hit with a bolt of lightning, an electrical charge fizzes between us. God, her skin is silky smooth. I pull her toward me and see that she’s crying. Those tears pull at my heart. “Pay, baby,” I whisper as I cup her cheek and wipe away the wet tear.

She sucks in a sharp breath, and her bottom lip quivers. “Si…” God, hearing her voice is like coming home.

“I’ve fucking missed you, baby.” I rest my forehead against hers and breathe in her scent. Cherries. My girl hasn’t changed. She loves her cherry body wash. “I’m not sure what’s happened, but I can honestly say you’ve got your wires crossed.”

Pain slashes through her eyes, and instantly my gut tightens. “I don’t think so. I saw you, Silas. You had your hands on that girl. I came to surprise you and fuck, I was the one that ended up getting surprised. It was some birthday gift.”

Shit, Dahlia told me what she saw, but it wasn’t as it seems, I need her to see that. “Baby…”

“Stop!” she snaps. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your baby anymore, Silas. I haven’t been in a very long time. You threw me away.” Her words are telling me one thing, but her body is telling me something completely different. Her hands are fisting my shirt with a tight grip, her body pressed against mine. She wants me even though she’s angry.

“I didn’t fucking throw you away. What you saw wasn’t what it seemed. Had you stayed, you’d have seen me push her away. I never fucking cheated on you.” Hearing her words piss me off. “You threw us away, you have for the past three years. Every single attempt I’ve made to talk or see you, you’ve denied. Instead, I’ve had to watch you parade around with other men.”

She gasps, “Me? What about you? Hmm, do you think I’m blind? That I haven’t seen or heard the stories. One of Seattle’s biggest playboys. Silas, don’t bullshit me. Unlike you, I can say that I was faithful. I’ve always been faithful to you. Don’t tell me that I was the one to throw us away. I would have given you the world.” Tears are streaming down her face, and all I can think of is how fucking gorgeous she is. Seeing her show me her anger is a beautiful thing. I need to make her angrier more often.

Glancing around, I see there’s a dark alley so I pull her into it with me and push her against the wall, crashing my body against hers. “For the love of fucking God, Payton. You are mine. You always have been and always will be.” I slam my lips down on hers and kiss her.

At first, she stands stiffly against me, but as soon as my tongue parts her lips and touches hers, she comes alive. Her arm comes around my neck and she fists my hair, pulling my lips further toward hers. Nothing is better than this.

It’s as though a blind haze comes over me, all I can think about is her being in my arms again. The need to have her is paramount. My fingers skim the hem of her dress, and I move up toward her panties. I’m stunned when my fingers come in direct contact with her pussy. I pull my mouth away from hers. “No panties?”

She bites her lip as she shakes her head. “I couldn’t, not with this dress.”

“Damn, baby,” I murmur, then attack her mouth once again as I fumble with my belt. As soon as I unzip my pants and free my cock, I’m lifting her up. Her hands move to my shoulders where she holds on for dear life and wraps her legs around my waist. I pull her onto my cock and push into her in one move.

“Silas!” she screams as I thrust in and out of her.

“Sorry, baby, this isn’t going to last very long.” I apologize, it’s been too fucking long.

“Please, Silas,” she begs while her pussy contracts around my cock as I continue to thrust into her.

I’ve lost all sense of control. The only thing I can think of is fucking her, making up for lost time. It’s been way too long since I’ve held her in my arms, since I’ve been inside of her. It’s like coming home.

“Pay,” I groan as I keep up the relentless pace.

“I need to come,” she gasps, her lips against my ear.

“Not yet,” I tell her. I’m close, this time, I need us to come together.

“Please, Si,” she begs as her pussy contracts around me again.

“Fuck!” I snarl. I fuck her harder, the tingling begins, and my balls tighten. “Now, fucking come now,” I demand, and she does. Spectacularly. Her scream rents through the air until I silence it with my mouth, I thrust into her again and spill my cum inside of her.

I hold her up as we both recover. “Missed you, baby,” I whisper, placing a soft kiss against her lips.

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