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She pushes her ass back into me. The sound of our bodies slapping together gets louder, but it’s not enough for me. I move her so she’s bent over a couple of stairs. I need to be deeper inside her. Her bound hands rest on the next stair up. I spread her ass cheeks and plunge deep inside her pussy. She cries out every time I fill her up, the echo of her sweet cries filling my ears. I could go on like this all night. I have missed her like crazy, and this just cements it for me. She’s mine. Right now, there are a million obstacles standing in our way, but not one of them will keep me from having her.

With one hand around her throat, I pull her closer into me, nipping at her neck. “Cum for me, baby. I want to feel that tight cunt shudder around my cock.”

And like the good girl she is, she lets go, her body compressing around my cock and convulsing as she cries out my name.

“That’s it, Paisley, baby, no one can fuck you like I can,” I tell her, still thrusting inside of her repeatedly, searching for my own release.

“No one,” she agrees as I pump forward one last time, filling her with three years’ worth of pent-up sexual tension. She is my one and only, and I’m determined to make her mine again at any cost.

Chapter 15

Noah

Stretching out my arm with a yawn, I pull my girl into me, kissing her silky hair. It’s been three years since I last had a girl tangled in the sheets next to me as I woke in the morning. Not since our last night together. The night I confessed my feelings for her, the last time I felt truly happy.

Before her father came to visit me with his threats.

She supported me through the absolute toughest time in my life, a time I wouldn’t have gotten through if it wasn’t for her. I never could have imagined we would have had to spend any time apart, let alone three fucking years. But her father had other ideas. He must have been watching her and worked out she was staying with me. Because as soon as she left, he was banging down my door in a rage, with some thug at his side. He told me if I saw her again, he woulddestroy my football career. It wasn’t the first time I’d had an altercation with him, but unlike last time, I had something to lose.

It’s my biggest regret leaving her because he told me to. But at the time, I didn’t think I had any choice. I couldn’t give up my football career, not when I was at my peak. I spent my entire adult life leading to that point. And I knew what we would be up against if I tried to stay. It was better for us both. She would move on. Find someone else to love her. But I already knew I wouldn’t.

She snuggles into me and sighs sleepily. My fingers dust down her arm playfully as I kiss her bare shoulder. One night wasn’t enough. I need her again this morning. My cock is rock hard already, pressing into her bare ass. I delicately move her hair away from her neck to place kisses down to her shoulder. She smiles and leans into me, pushing her ass back. My hand snakes around her front, tugging on the piercing through her nipple.

Sleepily she opens her eyes and rubs them, trying to shake off sleep. She goes rigid in my arms. “Dear God, when am I going to learn,” comes her croaky voice before she rolls out of my grip, jumping back in bed and pulling the covers up around her. “What the hell, Noah?”

“Morning, sunshine, nice to see you too.” My words drip with sarcasm. There goes that idea. Getting out of bed, I stroll over to my chest of drawers in search of some boxers to throw on. Finding a striped blue pair, I pull them on, then turn back to her, wondering where we go from here. She needs to hear me out. Last night I didn’t get to have the conversation I should have, butI need her to know I didn’t leave her behind because I wanted to. I hope we can work through what happened and rebuild our relationship, because I’m not letting her go again.

With her unruly curls and clueless expression, she is quite a sight but even more adorable than ever. “Noah, wait, what?” She holds her head, wincing. “How much did I drink?” A pained groan escapes her.

“How many did you have before I got there? You only had a couple of cocktails with me.”

She uses her hands to count it out. “A few wines with dinner then some cocktails with the bartender. I have no idea how many,” she says, distracted. With the sheets wrapped around her, she shakes her head as she slips from the bed. After finding her dress, she enters my ensuite and disappears.

That wasn’t the reaction I expected from her this morning. In all the right ways, last night was absolutely wild. But she looks anything but pleased to be waking up beside me. Disappointment washes over me. I knew making amends wouldn’t be easy. I know how difficult she can be at the best of times, but I didn’t expect her to be so cold toward me. She wasn’t so drunk she doesn’t remember what happened between us. That’s bullshit. She knew what she was doing coming home with me last night, we both did.

I wait for her to return, leaning against my dresser, arms folded. We can’t avoid discussing this any longer.

Eventually she returns in her dress from last night, her hair tied up in a ponytail. She scoops up her heels then strides right past me like I’m not here.

“Paisley, are we going to at least talk?” I call after her, anger seeping into my tone. “We can’t just ignore what happened. Don’t you dare block me out again.”

She glances back at me, her expression stern. “Talk.” She moves toward me with purpose, poking me in the bare chest with her long-manicured nail.

I take a step back. “Yes. This is ridiculous. You can’t ignore the chemistry that is still here. And you can’t pretend you were so drunk you didn’t know what you were doing because I call bullshit on that. I know you remember.”

She laughs sarcastically, her curls bouncing as she shakes her head. “Talk is what I wanted to do three years ago when you disappeared on me.” She takes a step closer to me, our eyes locking in a silent stand-off. Rage radiates off her. “I don’t know what I was thinking coming back here last night with you. You’re right, I wasn’t that drunk. I wanted you to fuck me, that’s how much of a mess I am. I was willing to let you have me because I knew I would be able to feel alive again.” Tears well in her eyes and she swipes them away. “I’m fucked in the head,” she says almost to herself.

“No, you’re not, baby.” I take her arms, trying to show her this isn’t just her, this is us. We’re supposed to be together. She’s not a mess, just out of sorts because we’ve been apart for so long, but I can fix all that now.

She straightens her posture, seeming to regain her composure. “Talking is the last thing I want from you. In fact, I think it would be best if we avoided every sort of contact altogether from now on. You didn’t want anything from me back then, and I don’t want anything from you now. Whatever happened here last night wasa mistake. And I won’t let it happen again,” she says with absolute certainty.

I catch her arm before she can take off. Our eyes meet, and I know this isn’t what she really wants. “Baby, stop. Give me a second chance.”

“Answer me one thing. Would you be back here wanting something with me if you hadn’t been injured?” She searches my face for answers, and I know I have to let her go. I can’t answer her question without causing her a shit ton of more pain. And right now, I don’t have all the answers, just a whole new list of questions from everything my father left in that safety deposit box.

She nods sadly. “That’s what I thought,” she whispers before turning and striding away. I don’t miss the way she slams the back door on her way out. She’s fuming, and she has every right to be. I’m an asshole for expecting her to fall right back into my arms. Why would she? I hurt her, and I know she deserves better. But I can’t help the way I feel about her. There is something here between us, and I, for one, want to fight for us.

Glancing out the bedroom window, I watch her as she shoves one of my outdoor chairs up against the side fence that joins our properties. She then throws her body shamelessly over the fence, landing on her ass. I can’t help but laugh at her clumsiness. She glances up at me, knowing I’m watching, and kills me with her death stare. I’m not even affected because at least she’s still looking at me. I will take her death stare over her ignoring me any day. Hopping up, she dusts herself off before heading in the back door of her place. Too afraid to let the neighborhood watch know she didn’t sleepin her own bed last night is my guess. And it’s for the best. The last thing I need is her dad getting wind of us hooking up again before I’m ready.

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