Page 90 of Stitches

I lost it.

I pulled out and slammed back into her, making her whimper against my lips while I kissed her back.

“Fuck, specter,” I rasped. “Baby. How I’ve missed you. Spread your legs wider for me. I want to bury my cock so deep inside your body I fuse myself to your fucking soul.”

Her legs fell open for me, and I did just that, railing into her heat so hard and fast that the bed creaked and smashed repeatedly against the wall.

With my lips on hers, she came, biting my lip and drawing blood while her pussy throbbed around my cock.

I couldn’t take it. I came with her, filling her until my movements slowed and her body relaxed back against the mattress.

“Come home,” I said softly, my eyes locked on hers.

She ran her nails through my hair before cradling my face. I closed my eyes and breathed out, trying to remember everything about how this moment felt with her so I could keep it forever.

“Please come home, baby,” I murmured, opening my eyes. “I need you home.”

I should have asked for forgiveness. I should have said I was sorry. It was always hard for me to say those things. Even when I’d said them before, it pained me to do so, regardless of the fact I genuinely was sorry. Right now, I wanted her to come with me more than I was sorry.

I withdrew from her body and helped her sit up. As much as I didn’t want to be away from her, I slid off the bed and quickly dressed while she watched me with curious eyes.

“Come.” I offered her my hand. She stared at it for so long I wasn’t sure she’d obey, but I wasn’t above scooping her up and putting her over my shoulder to take home. Just when I thought it had come to that, she placed her hand in mine and allowed me to bring her to her feet.

“We can come back for your things.”

She tried to go to the small bathroom, presumably to clean up the mess that was dripping between her sexy as fuck thighs, but I tugged her against my body.

“Be my dirty girl,” I husked out.

She licked her lips before biting down on her bottom one. Her gaze darted to the messy bed.

I looked at it and back at her before I smirked.

“I’m not changing Cady’s sheets.”

She raised a brow at me and jutted out her bottom lip.

That settled that. Call it post-coital high, but I was putty in her hands. So I released her and quickly changed Cady’s sheets before going back to her side. In that time, she’d gathered her clothes and had them back in her bag and was wearing leggings and a hoodie.

I shook my head at her and grabbed the bag at her feet before slinging it over my shoulder. Taking her hand in mine, I led her out of the room and out into the cool Michigan air, only two desires in my heart.

Her at my side always and to kill every single person who had hurt her.

And I’d bring a fucking army.

STITCHES

Ibounced on the balls of my feet, my pulse high while I waited for Church to return with Sirena. I had no idea if she’d even want to come back after we’d basically abandoned her at Cady’s.

As much as I knew the guys wanted to get back to her, I didn’t think there was anyone more nervous than me over it. I kept having these doubts circling in my mind about her wanting me. Ashes kept telling me I was wrong and overthinking it and that I needed to leave the overthinking to him, but I couldn’t help myself.

Dante had taken the pills away Janice had given me too. I’d managed to hide a few, but he’d told me I wasn’t allowed to have them any longer because they were affecting my emotions, and he didn’t want me to be a robot.

I knew I needed to face shit, but it was so much fucking better lost in an endless sea of denial. Now that I knew though…

Well, I’d been not dealing very well.

All I had were my depression meds, and let’s face it, that shit couldn’t even begin to cut through the mess inside my head knowing it had all been real. That I’d…shit, I couldn’t even think it. The flashes of it all sickened me to the point of vomiting.

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