Page 99 of The Fate of Us

“I’m working so hard to fix this. Fix us, Anna. I need you.”

“I don’t think you do.”

“Fuck,” I yell. “We are so close, Anna. The divorce will hold up, I promise you that.”

“Can you promise me you don’t have feelings for her?”

“Why would you even ask that?”

“Why else would you let her move in?”

I walk right up to her and get in her face. “I don’t.”

“You kissed her.”

“It was an accident.” I growl.

She pokes me in the chest hard with her callused finger. “And how do I know there haven’t been otheraccidentswhen I was in Nashville?”

I throw my head back, annoyed. “There weren’t.”

I can see her grind her teeth and I can tell she doesn’t believe me.

“I’m sick of having this conversation with you,” I mutter, immediately regretting the words.

“Well I’m sick of you,” she snaps.

“Don’t say that.”

“Or what?”

“Or…” I don’t know what to say but the thought of her leaving pisses me off. I don’t think and just smash my mouth to hers.

I think she is going to push me off her but she pulls me in closer devouring me with an all-consuming kiss.

We are animals as we go at each other. She pulls at my shirt, ripping the neck. I push hers over her head, unclasping her bra as my mouth goes to her rose-colored nipples.

Her hands are at my jeans, forcing them down. I kick them aside as I push her on the bed facedown, pulling her yoga pants off in the process. I rip her thong off and throw it to the side, it’s damp and I know she is turned on as much as I am. I push her thighs apart and plunge inside of her in one hard stroke. She screams as I enter her, my name a welcome sound on those lips. I don’t go slow, I don’t take my time, I’m relentless as I pound into her glorious pussy.

Her hands are stretched on the bed in front of her, gripping the sheets with white knuckles as I give her everything I’ve got.

“Harder, Noah. I need to feel all of you.”

I lean over her back and growl in her ear as I thrust into her harder. She pushes back against me, the sound of our bodies smack against each other writing their own song.

“Wildflower,” I whisper into her ear. That’s all it takes for her to come. I feel her pulse against my dick and I follow her, spilling everything I have inside of her.

I pull out of her and flip her over. She has a goofy grin on her face and I can’t help but kiss it off. She pulls me on top of her, her legs wrapping around my thighs. I trail kisses down her neck and across her collarbone as her hands scratch down my nape and back.

“Was that make-up sex?” She giggles.

I chuckle into her throat as my hands make their way down her body. “Ugh, yeah. I told you you’d know.”

“Mmm. We should fight more often.”

I throw my head back and laugh as I pull back and sit on my knees. “I think we’ve fought enough the last few weeks.”

“Noah,” she says softly, her hands trailing down my abs. “I didn’t mean it. Any of it. I don’t want to wait for you. I’m not sick of you. I know you didn’t have sex—”

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