Page 44 of Lose You to Find Me

Her leggings disappear.

No panties.

She hates wearing anything under her leggings because of panty lines, and it drove me fucking crazy. It was rare, but there were times we would sneak off for a quickie whenever she wore them because I knew all I had to do was peel down the body-hugging material.

My fingers grip the back of her head as the kiss goes on, her tongue twisting with mine and her body moving along the hard length freed from my boxers. I can feel how wet she is, how her breath shudders every time she glides along my shaft.

There’s a brief nudge in my consciousness that tells me I should stop this from moving forward. For me. For Raine. For Emma. But do I?

No.

I bite down on her bottom lip when she grabs ahold of me and tries inching down my shaft. She’s tight as hell, squeezing my cock and making it impossible not to groan as she works her way to the hilt. A pinch of pain tweaks her face, followed by a sharp intake of breath as she sits there for a few seconds, then starts to move.

“Wait,” I tell her, squeezing her hips once. “Do I need to get a condom or…?”

We rarely ever used them because she was on the pill, which was why we got lost in the familiarity at the hardware store. But I know it’s better to ask considering our situation now.

A flicker of sadness sweeps over her expression as her lips twitch downward. “We don’t need one.”

It’s the answer I expect, but it doesn’t match the dullness in her eyes where lust usually is whenever we’re like this. “Raine—”

“No more talking,” she tells me, cutting off the conversation before logic can seep in.

My body listens, shutting off my brain despite the warning alarms in my head.

It’s a haze of desperation from there. The truck rocks, the glass fogs, and everything else around us fades away until all I hear are the little noises that escape her as she moves on top of me.

I let her take the lead, resting my hands on her hips and groaning every time she grinds and swivels until I’m jerking inside her.

“Going to come,” I warn her, fingertips tightening into her flesh as she rides it out, gripping the seat behind my head and letting hers tilt backward as she lets out the sexiest moan that has me letting go.

I can feel her clenching around me, milking me of every last drop that spills inside her as she breaks apart when I work her clit.

It takes a few minutes to catch our breaths, her eyes dropping to mine to see one solitary tear roll down my cheek.

That tear holds a lot.

Says a lot.

Feels like a lot.

Weakness, weakness, weakness.

Swiping it away, I grab the shirt she used to dry off with and wipe both of us clean once she climbs off me, then toss it onto the floor and watch her redress. “Here,” I tell her, passing the hoodie she took off me. “You shouldn’t put your wet clothes back on or you’ll get sick.”

She stares at the offering like she can’t believe we’re here again but eventually takes it. “Thank you” is her whispered reply.

I want to say something, anything, but don’t know what there is to say at all. I clear my throat and fight back the other tears that build in the backs of my eyes.

“You can cry around me,” Raine tells me softly. “You’re going through a lot right now.”

All I can manage is a hoarse “I know.”

I don’t let myself be any more vulnerable than I already have been with her. I’ve given enough of myself to her tonight. I need to hold on to what’s left.

“We shouldn’t have done that” is my reply, clenching my eyes closed and pinching the bridge of my nose.

She’s silent, causing me to open my eyes and look at her. Her lips are parted, her eyes distant as they quickly move toward the window.

---