Page 55 of Inevitable

“Bash…fuck baby, I'm close,” I croaked out, my vision starting to go white around the edges as my orgasm rushed to the surface. He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his breath ghosting over my skin, “Come for me, love.”

My dick erupted, shooting off long jets of cum all over my stomach and covering Bash's hand. He groaned above me, but I was gone. All I could see were endless universes bursting into existence behind my eyelids, stars that hadn't been born until he unleashed my pleasure. He wrung me dry, his hand not stopping until he was satisfied that he had emptied me.

I floated back down to earth slowly, catching my breath and taking in everything that had just happened with us. I was incandescently happy because I finally had everything I ever wanted. Last night was beyond any expectation or fantasy I had held onto, and it even surpassed the forgotten night we spent together.

Bash went to wash his hands and brought back a warm, wet cloth for me. He cleaned off my torso and groin gently, and the simple intimacy had me melting. He climbed back into bed next to me, pulling me into his arms and kissing my lips sweetly.

A thought nagged at me though, and I couldn't get it unstuck from my brain. “Bash?…what about Ainsley?” I murmured reluctantly. Bash's eyebrows furrowed and he looked confused.

“What about her?”

I huffed out a breath, knowing it needed to be discussed, but hating it anyway. “I mean, you're still with her, so…you cheated on her last night. I know we didn't have sex, so you're not exposing her to anything, but…”

Bash interrupted me with a sardonic chuckle. “I hardly consider her mygirlfriend so cheating is a bit of a stretch, and I wouldn't have exposed her to anything anyway. It wouldn't be possible.”

I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear details. “Yeah, I know because I'm a virgin and everything—“

“It's not that, M. I wouldn't have risked giving her anything because I don't sleep with her. I haven't had sex with her in several months,” Bash said seriously, looking me straight in the eyes and willing me to see the truth there.

I just gaped back until my mouth finally worked at forming words again. “What do you mean several months? Why haven't you…you know?”

Bash looked back at me with soft eyes, just the faintest hint of a smile on his face. “Because I don't want her, M. I've never wanted her. She doesn't own one piece of me, baby. I don't belong toher.” The emphasis on the last part caught my attention, and his meaning was clear in his smoldering, green gaze.

Bash wanted me.Bashwantedme.And boy, did he ever have me…

That thought was swiftly crushed as I remembered he doesn't have me…because he still has Ainsley. This was just for one night. That was all we got. A stolen night where we forgot our circumstances and just let ourselves get lost in one another. Now it was over.

Bash sensed the shift in my mood and he tilted my chin to make me look him in the eye. “Hey M, where did you go?” He softly brushed my cheek with his hand, and I leaned into the sweet contact, relishing it while I could.

“Nothing,” I lied, not wanting to burst our lovely, sensual bubble.

“M, come on, don't lie to me…tell me what it is,” Bash coaxed soothingly. He looked so achingly beautiful in the sunlight streaming through his windows that it hurt to look at him. The light brought out the gold strands hidden in his dark blond hair.

I rolled off the bed and tried heading for the bathroom, but he jumped up and grabbed my upper arm, gently pulling me back to him. “Hey, what's wrong? Is this about Ainsley? Please just talk to me,” he urged me, looking so worried it made me feel guilty.

“It's not about Ainsley. Well, not completely,” I said, my tiny smile colored with sadness. “It was just supposed to be one night, and now…” I shrugged, not really knowing what to say and not wanting to continue.

Bash looked stricken, the conflict weaving its way back onto his features after he let it fall away last night. “M…please try to understand,” he said beseechingly. That was the problem. I didn't understand, and I had no desire to.

“I get it, Bash…you just can't expect me to be okay with it,” I shook my head, praying for this talk to end before it became too painful to get through.

“Baby, please…”

“Don't…” I started, throwing up my hand to stop his words, “don't call me baby. I'm not your baby…not if you're with Ainsley,” my voice barely a whisper, agony starting to puncture my heart in tiny pinpricks.

Bash looked as though I slapped him, and I tried not to, but the guilt poured through me. I hated hurting him even if he was hurting me.

That's how I knew my love for Bash was real because I didn't hate him for breaking my heart. I'd gladly give it to him all over again even knowing it would be broken each time because it was never really mine to begin with…it was his.

The most difficult truth to swallow was that Bash's heart wasn't mine. He wanted me, he might have one day loved me, but he wasn't going to choose me. He told me so last night and I dove into this head first, aware of the crash landing that we were headed towards. It didn't make it any easier to stomach.

“Micah, you don't get how impossible my dad has made this situation. You know I don't want to stay with Ainsley, but I have no choice in the matter,” Bash implored, desperation starting to seep into his tone.

“I already told you that I can take care of myself. Your dad calling the dean doesn't automatically equal my expulsion or anything else, so why—“

“There's more that you don't know, M. None of this is simple or easy, and I don't have a way out,” Bash cut in, looking at the ground while his hands were interlocked behind his head.

“There's always a way out, B…you just aren't willing to take it,” I said sadly, unable to fully accept how he wasn't even fighting it.

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