Page 50 of Traitor

I wanted to put her back together. The only way I knew how. Her pulse thrummed in her neck as she looked up at me with eyes that were even greener than usual against her purple tank top.

I grasped the hem and pulled it up and over her head as another tear spilled down her cheek. My tongue lapped it up before moving down to her denim shorts. My hands shook as I unfastened them, knowing she was still watching me with wide eyes that somehow saw past the façade and down into the blackness of my soul.

The night was warm, but her skin raised up as I slid the shorts off. I paused and stared down at her spread across my bed and realized that I’d been dying for what we had since she ended things in January.

I’d been fucking drowning in drugs and booze, but she was my lifeline. We’d wasted so much time hating each other when we were the only ones who could save the other.

I brought my mouth down and pressed a light kiss against her belly. Her breath quivered, so I moved a little lower. Each stuttered exhale led me down until my nose was pressed up against the lips of her pussy.

I pressed my mouth to her through the panties and her hips rolled forward as she let out a soft sigh. Her hands found my hair and she slowly ran her fingers through it. Unlike the first time, I found that I didn’t want to rush it.

I pulled the lacy panties to the side and ran my tongue up to her clit, earning myself another full body shudder. Her nipples were straining against the mesh of her bra, so I stopped to remedy the situation. With one hand, I unfastened the clasp and freed them.

So fucking perfect.

I cupped them in my hands and her lips parted. It was obvious that I needed her just as badly as she needed me. My mouth dropped down to hers and I pressed my tongue against her teeth until she let me in. My body instinctively drove into hers and she let out a whimper as the denim on my jeans brushed up against her core.

I did it again and two more tears made the trek down her cheeks. When I tried to pull back, she shook her head. “Please don’t stop.”

Using my arms to brace myself on either side of her, I rolled my hips forward again and again until her mouth fell open and her hands dug into the sheets.

I wanted to worship Lauren’s body forever. I’d lived without her for months, but having her like this only reiterated the fact that I never wanted to be apart from her again. I wanted her in my bed every night—her body pressed up against mine. I wanted to watch it change as she carried my children.

A tear fell down my cheek, but I dropped down to my knees before she could see it. I stripped her panties off and used my hands to part her thighs. My fingers thrust inside and her back immediately arched up off the bed, forcing her pussy onto my face. I licked and sucked her like it was my goddamn job, my tears mixing with saliva, while Lauren panted and clawed at the sheets above me.

I wanted her back. I wanted Charlotte and Jack. I wanted everything that my father had always claimed was nothing more than bullshit. I wanted my ring on her finger—to claim her as mine for eternity.

I wasn’t David.

I was a fucking biker.

I pulled my mouth off of her with a growl and stripped out of my clothing before lining the head of my cock up with her body. It slipped in easily, but Lauren immediately moved back on the bed.

“Condom,” she panted.

I ground my teeth in frustration, but nodded. “Yep. I’ll wrap it up.” I had to admit that it was a dick move, trying to knock her up in order to keep her with me, but my brain wasn’t rational when it came to us.

I took a deep breath and retrieved a condom from the back pocket of my jeans. This time, she didn’t resist as I slowly sank into her. She wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled my mouth back down over hers.

“I like tasting me on your lips,” she murmured and I fought the urge to come.

We easily found our rhythm, even after months apart, as if we’d never left. I plunged in and her body bore down on me—pushing me out, drawing me back in. It was just like us before everything fell apart.

“I fucking hate you,” Lauren whispered as she clenched around me, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Her words were like a blow to the head, but I gritted my teeth and thrust harder before whispering back, “I fucking hate you too.” Her pussy tightened around me at the confession.

This was the hate fucking we’d needed to work through all the shit I’d put her through.

She sucked in a ragged breath and a tear fell, quickly followed by another. They fell so quickly that I couldn’t even tell where one began and the other ended.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” I whispered against her throat. “So fucking sorry.”

Lauren tried to inhale as a sob broke free, her raw pain the soundtrack to our fucking. She thrust a hand into my chest and pushed me away, until I was lying on my back. Her hips held me in place as she sank back down on me.

The tears ran in rivets down her chest, pooling on my stomach, as she rocked on top of me.

“It hurts,” she gasped. “I hurt so much.”

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