Page 52 of Punish Me

“Leave him alone. He’ll come around,” Ambrose says, pulling me into the curve of his arm and rubbing mine.

Tears well in my eyes. “This isn’t how I wanted it to happen.”

“Yeah, well, people have to make their choices and live with them. You may not have wanted him to find out this way, but when we weren’t proactive in telling him, we created this. He’ll get over it and forgive you.”

“What about your friendship?” My voice wobbles.

“I’ll do the best that I can to resolve that. Not for you to worry about,” he says, kissing my forehead. “Like I said, people make decisions and must live with them. We didn’t tell him, and this is our consequence. I chose you, Bryn. Maybe not back then, but I do now, and I’ll always choose you. Whatever consequences come with that, I’m willing to live with them.”

Tears well in my eyes because I don’t know where this leaves my brother and me. I can’t think of a time when he wasn’t close by being my protector and my best friend.

I think about calling my sister Makenzi, but she’s got her hands full, living her best life with her husband, Shep, her adopted son, Caleb, and her twin daughters, Chrissy and Maddy. I don’t want to stress her out.

Ambrose lifts me into his arms and carries me into my house. Long, tapered fingers wipe my tears away as he takes me straight to my room. I sniffle, wiping my eyes with my hands as this beautiful man kneels, removes my shoes, and slowly begins to undress me.

“Get under the covers.”

“What?”

“Under the covers,” he repeats, undressing.

When he crawls into bed behind me, he pulls me into his arms, and I rest my head on his shoulder, crying myself to sleep.

***

Teardrops seep from my eyes.

Pain rocks my heart.

A feathery touch tickles my thigh.

I arch my back like a feline in the darkness. Is this part of the dream?

I feel it again before I feel the moisture. Flickering my eyes open, I see my cover rise and fall before a huddled figure moves between my legs.

“Oh, God!” I cry out, arching my hips upward.

My fingers tighten in his silken strands, and my legs lock around his head. Fingers brush against my clit, spreading me wider, and his tongue replaces his fingers. I push into it, needing to drown in the pleasure it creates as my bad dream pushes to the recesses of my mind.

He’s hungry and voracious tonight. He’s nothing like he is at the office, where I often think he’s more reserved. Every lick and touch is more possessive than he’s ever been. My hips jerk wildly upward again as my fingertips clutch at his hair.

I swear my heart stops, if just for a few seconds, as my juices pool on his tongue and the tsunami of my flood drowns his lips, mustache, and nose.

When he surfaces, I see the gleam of desire in those golden orbs shining in the dark. Ambrose takes my lips in a hungry, desperate kiss, his moist palms clinging to my hips.

I taste my desire on his lips, smell it on his face, and forage into what clings to his tongue. He spreads my legs apart with his knees and nestles in my haven as he slowly and carefully slides himself inside me, filling me up, ripping me apart, and putting me together again.

My nails claw into his back, marking my territory. His dick is well-seated within me, claiming my pussy, my soul, and an eternity of orgasms to come.

Our lovemaking is slow, sweet, and passionate. It’s full of sweet love that was born over a decade ago. It’s the beauty of two souls who love and adore one another coming together.

Until it isn’t.

I don’t know if Ambrose’s hunger or mine ups the stakes. One of us begins to push as the other pulls, demanding more from the other. I pump my hips wildly, biting his bottom lip and tugging the strands of his hair.

He jackhammers into me, tapping a staccato rhythm before gripping my legs tightly, jerking them from around his back, and pushing them back until my toes touch my velvet, tufted headboard.

I scream as he thrusts hard and deep inside me at an infuriatingly fast pace until he knocks the wind from my lungs. My screams grow louder until he releases my legs, exchanging them for his hand around my neck.

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