Page 76 of Rewrite Our Story

His hands are warm as they drift underneath the T-shirt I’d worn to bed. I let him pull the fabric off my body slowly. I’m expecting him to say something. The room is silent except for our rushed, heavy breaths. Cade slides off the bed, keeping eye contact with me as he slides his pajama pants off. He wears nothing beneath. I’m met with this sight of his hard, thick cock. It stands at attention, the tip wet with precum that glistens from the moonlight that drifts through the window.

His chest pulls in, his muscles taut with the movement. He’s so fucking perfect, his hard, chiseled muscles exactly what a romance novelist’s dreams are made of. My eyes are traveling over his rippling ab muscles when Cade finally breaks the silence.

“Do you see this?”

“See what?”

“How hard I am for you?”

Heat pools in my cheeks and between my legs. My arousal still coats his face, and yet I’m blushing from his words, unable to look where he wants me to.

“Look at my cock, Goldie.”

My eyes meet his. They’re dark and clouded, his pupils so wide I can barely see his amber-colored irises anymore. He stares right back at me, challenging me to listen to him. I can’t help it, there’s so much desire in his features that I have to do as I’m told.

I want to see how much he wants me. I want to know I’m not the only one feeling this way.

I take my time, memorizing every single muscle on his body before my gaze focuses on where he wants me to.

His fingers wrap around the base of his shaft. He pumps up and down, keeping my attention.

“Do you see what you do to me?”

I think about the wetness between my legs, the proof still coating his face of what he also does to me.

He lets go, his dick still pointing toward the ceiling with how hard it is. Cade climbs onto the bed, settling himself between my legs.

“You can’t hide what I do to you,” he notes, running the tip of his cock against my clit. “I can see how wet you are for me, baby. I can still taste it.” He pushes in a little deeper, making me moan in pleasure. “Our bodies can’t lie to each other. I’m wrecked for you, and despite you fighting it every chance you get, I know you’re wrecked for me, too.”

My eyes squeeze shut. His words, his touch, the feelings between us, are just too much for me to handle.

“Look at me,” he demands, his voice closer this time.

I close my eyes even tighter. I can’t look at him, not with the overwhelming sense of passion I’m feeling. If I look at him, I might not ever leave this bed. I might stay here forever, never writing another word, just to keep things like this and I know I can’t do that. I know I can’t lose myself, I can’t lose the parts of me I’m proud of that’ve developed since the moment I left this town—since he told me to leave.

I’ve laid in his bed so many nights of my life. He’s always been my comfort, my safe space. I was young and naïve to think that I’d ever find this same feeling with anyone else. The problem is, I did leave this town. I did leave him. I followed my dreams and I’m happy, despite the missing piece of me that had always stayed behind with him.

Now I’m faced with the catastrophic realization that the dream I thought I had—the big city, the busy lifestyle—might not have been my dream at all.

He roughly grabs me by the chin. It takes me by surprise so much that my eyes pop open.

Cade’s quiet at first, letting our bodies do the talking. He slides deeper inside me. His actions are slow but powerful. I feel him everywhere, my body gladly stretching to fit him, to connect our bodies. He rocks in and out of me as a moan falls from my lips.

“I’m yours.” One thrust. “I love you.” Another thrust. “I won’t survive if I lose you again.”

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CADE - PRESENT

I knewI was making the mistake of a lifetime when I watched Mare get on that plane. Every part of me wanted to chase her, to beg her to stay in Sutten and find a way to make her dreams come true from our familiar small town.

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t ask her to sacrifice her dreams to stay with me.

Every day after that day, I’ve wondered what would’ve happened between us if I risked telling her how I felt.

I told myself if she ever came back that I wouldn’t hide it anymore. But year after year, she didn’t come back.

All I felt when she first returned to Sutten was anger. Trapped behind all of the anger was hurt, and behind that hurt was the love I’ve always had for her.

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