Page 108 of Strike Zone

“I don’t want all my clothes you stole.” He leans in closer. “I know you’ve been taking all my T-shirts. But that’s fine, you can keep them. Wear ‘em at night and think of me.”

“I always think of you. Every choice I’ve made has been with you in mind, Wyatt.” My hands ball into fists so tight my nails are going to cut through my skin. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t give a fuck. This is all happening because of you. You’ve made me feel something. This is the fallout you’ve caused.”

“Right, this is all my fault. How quickly I forgot. I’m sorry I love you so fucking much that the thought of being away from you is driving me insane.”

“We’ve been driving each other insane for months. This should be like wearing an old hat. You’re already good at doing that,” I tease, nodding toward the hat on his head.

“My dad bought me this hat my senior year in high school. It was a reminder of my dream of playing baseball and becoming a knight. I’ve worn it almost every day since.” He takes the hat off and throws it against the wall with a curse. “I hate this,” he whispers before sitting on the bed and burying his face in his hands.

“I hate it too. I would rather be at the farm with all the bugs than dealing with this snake of a man. My dad seems to think it won’t take longer than two months.” I step in between his legs and wrap my arms around his neck.

“A lot can happen in two months.” His hands slide over my hips and down my backside. “I fell in love with you in less time.” His eyes fill with raw emotion. “Why aren’t you telling me everything? I feel like I’m the one who’s laying it all out there and you’re keeping secrets.”

“I’m telling you everything I can,” I say softly. “I don’t know what else you want from me.”

“I want you to trust me.”

“I do trust you.”

“Doesn’t look like it from where I’m sitting.”

I let out a shaky breath. “I’m doing this for you. For us.”

“It doesn’t feel that way,” he mumbles. “It feels like you’re leaving me.”

Tears spring to my eyes. “You’re breaking my heart.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

“It is possible. I feel it.” I rub a palm over my chest to ease the ache that’s pressing on me.

“I can’t break your heart, if you never really gave it to me.”

“What are you talking about? I have given you all of me. If I’m not enough. If you need something else, then maybe you need someone else.” I turn my back to him.

Wyatt spins me around and wraps his strong arms around me. “You are all I need. But I need you with me. You say you’ve given me your heart but I don’t believe you. If you did, you wouldn’t be hurting. That pain you feel. That’s on you. You’re the one clamping down so hard you’re bleeding out. Let me have it, birdie. Give me your heart and I promise I’ll take care of it.”

“Maybe, I want to take care of you.” I wipe a tear off his cheek. “Maybe you need to trust me,” I beg. “Trust me to handle this. I’m not going to ask you to believe in me again but I need you to believe in us.”

“Baby, I do. I would feel better if I knew the whole story. I can’t help you if I don’t know how.”

“If I tell you, you will jump into action and try to fix it yourself. That’s what you do. You help everyone. It’s one of the things I love about you. It’s my turn to help you.” I’ve already said too much. His eyebrows furrow trying to figure out what I mean. I press my lips against his. He can’t find out I’m doing this for him and his family. “Please let me do this.”

“Fine,” he sighs.

“Good. Now that we’ve settled that.” I reach for the hem of his shirt. “I want to enjoy our last night together.”

Wyatt stands and silently strips me of all my clothes. I work his jeans off him. Getting on my knees, I help him step out of his pants, underwear, and socks. My hands glide up his muscular thighs.

“Birdie.” I can’t tell if he’s warning me or asking me.

“One taste,” I say before swirling my tongue around his dick and taking him in my mouth. He begins to groan when I suck him all the way to the back of my throat.

His fingers dig into my head and he gently pulls me off him. “I need to be inside you.” He helps me stand and escorts me to the bed. “Spread your legs for me.”

I’m dripping for him. His eyes darken as he stares me down from the end of the bed. “You’re gonna have to change your sheets when I’m done with you, birdie.” He kneels at the end of the bed. Rough palms wrap around my calves and with one swift motion he yanks me to the edge of the mattress, making me yelp in surprise.

With my legs propped up on his shoulders, he dips his fingers into my core while his tongue works over my clit. I know I hated on his mustache when we first met but it does wonders rubbing against my inner thighs.

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