Page 238 of Pretty Little Lies

I back away from the door. “Go away.”

I’d ask him how he found me, but that would mean he’d stay, and I’d crumple at his feet for another way out than to become part of Emilio Wildes’s family.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me,” he issues out.

“Then have fun with that.”

“All I have to do is slide this door open, McQueen,” he states matter-of-factly. “I’m trying to respect your wishes, but you’re not making this easy for me.”

“Open this door, Reeve, and get a bullet,” I threaten without the means to be able to do it. We both know I’d never shoot him. I’m incapable of it. “I’m done with all of you.”

The loud sliding of metal-on-metal sounds behind the door before it slides open to reveal the man who stole my heart and made me rip my own out of my chest.

He lifts himself up by propping his foot along the ledge and is in my space within seconds.

Always in my space.

My head.

My fucking beating pulse that is now tainted with Emilio Wildes.

The cold steel meets my spine as Reeve sandwiches me between himself and it, causing my breathing to hitch and my brain to scatter.

He’salwaysgoing to be a part of me. I will never be fully adored by anyone like I was with Reeve Stanton. He wrapped his mellow-out demeanor around me, and I’ve never felt so damn wanted and loved in my entire life from someone outside my small circle.

“Why are you doing this?” he chides softly, towering over me with knitted brows. “Why are you ruining?—”

“I didn’t ruin anything,” I retort. “He did. He took my whole life and—” Reeve’s lips crash onto mine before he’s lifting me in his arms and wrapping my thighs around his waist.

He smells like a warm summer’s day. The salt from the water wafting around us as if there isn’t a care in the world right now when it’s just him and me.

His tongue delves between my lips and my pussy throbs for him to take me. To whisk me away from reality so I don’t have to do what I’ve said I had to.

It’s the only way. I can’t get Levi out of jail just by batting my eyelashes at Sheriff Muncy. And even if I bent over, he’d still stick with Torin. He’s been wanting to nail Levi for as long as I can remember but could never touch him. Never had the right opportunity to arrest and charge him.

But now he does.

And I’d blow up that jail, worst-case scenario, and go on the run for the rest of my life just to get Levi out of there.

Reeve shoves the fabric of both pairs of sweatpants I’m wearing over my ass and hooks my panties with it as I koala-hold tightly onto his body.

He yanks them down to my knees to where he can freely access me and uses a hand to quickly take off his own sweats.

His cock is there immediately, and I don’t stop him when I should. I don’t utter a single word because I can’t. They’re all anchored in my throat, refusing to give up what shouldn’t be happening.

The results are the same. The getting there isn’t.

I could tell Reeve off right now and not get the selfish satisfaction of one more time. Or I could continue the last charade of our love affair with one more fuck to put away in my memories forever.

“I’ll help you,” he mutters against my lips. “You know I’d do anything for you, McQueen.”

He might.

He could try.

But I’m not going to risk Torin talking him out of it either. I’m also not going to take any more from Reeve emotionally.

I might not be able to be with him anymore, but he needs his family. His boys. No matter how I feel about Cairo or Torin, it’s who he’s grown up with and has loved way before me.

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