Page 47 of Those Heartbreak Scars

With a hand to the small of my back he ushers me into a taxi. Closing the door, he calls out the address for the driver and then pulls me into his side. Maybe it isn’t forever, and his affections might never be as strong as mine, but I couldn’t quit this giddy, golden feeling if I tried.

“I’d give you head if the driver couldn’t see us,” I whisper in his ear as we’re whizzing through city traffic.

He groans as my hand creeps up his thigh. He covers it with his bigger one. “You keep that up, you’ll be in trouble when we reach our destination.”

“Stern Gray is my favorite, just so you know,” I say in a voice that leaves no room for misinterpretation.

“Good to know.” He smiles wickedly.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so dirty,” I admit. “Or so bossy.”

A skitter of awareness wrinkles his brow. “She told you things, didn’t she?”

“We talked. Women talk.”

“I see.” His eyes darken. “Go on. What did she say?”

“She said you were sweet. Considerate. That you were really good with your tongue.”

The taxi driver sniggers.

“Am I?”

“I…” feel bad that I’ve brought her up. That the only words I can think to use are sweet and considerate when my time withhim needs much more expressive words like filthy and addictive. “Wouldn’t say that.”

“Oh?” He raises a brow. “So I’m not good with my tongue?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

He smirks.

It’s like a weight has been lifted off me. “You’re not mad?”

“About you not thinking I’m doing a good enough job?” He turns my hand over and curls our fingers together. “I’m going to rectify that as soon as we get to the hotel.”

My clit pulses. Attempting to ease the sudden influx of heat between my thighs, I cross my legs. I’m still dripping.

“If we’re going to see each other I can’t see how I can possibly expect you not to ever mention her,” he says. “She calls you every day, I bet. Like she always did. I might not want her in my life, but she’s your best friend. I’ll find a way to be okay with that.”

“It’s her loss, you know.” I grab his jaw and lock eyes with him. She wasn’t right for him. She needed to throw out the plan and learn to live. Being faced with her mortality just pushed her to make the move sooner rather than later.

He needs someone who appreciates those parts of him that aren’t so considerate and sweet. Those filthy pieces that make me want more and more and more. Someone who appreciates how far he’ll go for the people he cares about, even when it’s frustrating.

“I can’t be sorry about that when it means you’re mine.” Even if a part of me feels guilty for finding something for myself in their heartbreak.

He stills. “Yours, huh?”

My breath catches. Calling him that… it’s too much like admitting how much I care about him.

His eyes crinkle in the corner. His lips curve. He leans forward and brushes his lips over mine. “I’m not mad about that, you possessive little minx.”

The cab pulls up outside the hotel and Gray pays the driver while I step out onto the pavement.

He climbs out behind me and places his hand on the small of my back as we head inside. “She never struck me as someone who would appreciate all the things I was into, but I didn’t think it mattered. It wasn’t about sex. I loved her and her plan for our future. It would have been enough.”

“Would it?”

“I thought so…” He presses his key card to the scanner in the elevator and the box starts to rise. “But I’m not so sure anymore. I was in love, and I thought we were happy, but… if we were that in love and that happy then she wouldn’t have fallen in love with him. He would never have gotten between us.”

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