Page 23 of Absolution

“I left because I felt trapped by you,” I retort. “I couldn’t breathe when you were around. I needed to put distance between us.” My heart aches as the last word slips from my lips. As hard as I tried to forget him, I couldn’t, and spilling those half-truths hurt me more than it would hurt him.

His eyes narrow, before he slowly moves his face closer to mine.

“Strike three. You didn’t run from me. You can pretend to believe that horse shit all you want, but your body is telling me a completely different story. I can sense your arousal, Ricca. Your goose bumps and flushed cheeks are giving away your lack of indifference.”

Pretend to hate him. It’ll be easier to apologize to him later, than to face the consequences of having him here now. Just do it, Ricca. It’s for the best.

I force myself to smile and laugh back at him. He cocks his head at me, trying to figure out the source of sudden emotional change.

“We fucked Ratchet, and it was great. Just because my body liked the things you did to me doesn’t mean that I am yours. We scratched an itch that was a long time coming, and I moved on. End of story.”

“Bullshit,” he protests. “Keep telling yourself those lies, Siren. You might just start believing them.”

“It not a lie - I stammer, before his mouth crashes onto mine. His tongue parts my lips as my unwillingness to give into his kiss melts away. He kisses me like he’s gone for years without a drink of water, and I am the only fountain who can quench his thirst. My tongue slips out of my mouth and begins to caress his. A soft moan escapes my lips as his hands fall onto my hips, before reaching under my ass. His fingers dig into my flesh when he lifts me back onto the truck seat, putting my jean-clad pussy against his rock-hard erection. I nearly moan from the feeling of him being so close to me and wrap my legs around his waist.

The contact alone brings back the memories from that night we shared together, and it sends vibrations of warmth tingling all over my body, crashing back to me. Our entangled limbs. The heat of our bodies moving together. The screams ripping out of my mouth as he brought me to my third orgasm in a single fuck session. Each memory sends a more intense wave of arousal crashing into my core.

My legs wrap around his waist tighter, forcing my pussy harder against his cock as the kiss continues. He removes his mouth from mine trailing kisses along my jaw, and then he licks down my neck.

“You’re mine, Siren,” he whispers against my neck. His breath ragged. “Mine.”

His mouth travels lower toward the top of my breast. My head falls back as he inches closer to my pebbled nipples. A soft moan escapes my lips, when he reaches the edge of my bra, just as the horn of a car blows as it passes us.

“Get a room,” someone from the car yells at us, breaking the moment.

Ratchet smiles at me as I lean my face against his chest, hiding my embarrassment. My body shakes with a mixture of over stimulation from the ensuing battle of arousal, excitement, and fear inside of me. I was so close to giving it all to him on the side of the road, regardless of everything else I have been through and still going through.

With one kiss, I sealed my fate.

I just invited the Devil back into my life with the master key to my heart.

I am so fucked.

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