Page 84 of Give Me Perfect Love

“You are my world, girl,” he says, his voice filled to the brim with raspy lust. He groans and sinks his teeth into my neck. My hands find the pillows above us, and I grasp them as he digs his feet into the mattress. His lips kiss my chest, moving over the mounds of my breasts.

I’m shaking and coming undone beneath him. He’s trying to hold on, making this last as long as possible. My hands move from their grip on the pillow and I lean up, bringing him with me as I twist us and climb on top.

We come apart before I sink back down on him. His head falls back, exposing his lean neck. His eyes shut and I move my hips, causing him to hit all the right places. Rough hands grip my ass, pulling me forward.

I one-hand the headboard, grasping onto it for leverage. Digging my knees into the bed, I look down at his beautiful face, trying not to think about how my own looks. His hand comes up and he gently touches the side of my cheek. I lean into him before his fingers go to my lips and I open, softly biting down. My orgasm knocks my head back, and I ride it out until he groans and comes inside of me.

I fall to his chest, breathing hard, loving the way his heart beats under my ear. He wraps his arms around my back, pulling me tight against him. Slowly, he pumps in and out of me until his body shakes one last time and he slides out.

I shudder, feeling wet between my thighs. I realize we’ve yet to use a condom. I’m on birth control, so I’m not concerned, but a tiny thought of us having a baby together flashes in my mind, and even though I have no clue how to be a mom, I don’t hate the idea.

I exhale thoughts of babies. We have too much shit going on for that to happen right now. Bryce kisses my forehead and I lean up, still straddling him with my hands on his chest. My muscles protest and my shoulder screams. Now that I’m not riding high on Bryce Grant, I feel how fucked up I am.

My face burns, my eye is puffy, and I’m exhausted.

Slightly narrowed eyes study me deeply, his lips swollen from my kiss are slit. “I love you,” he says, his voice gruff and deep. With my middle finger, I gently draw a small heart over his, remembering the note he left me forever ago where he drew a tiny heart.

“And I love you,” I reply.

Chapter Twenty-Four

I wake the next day hurting more than the night before. Bryce has gone for his workout and I sit up and grab my cell from the bedside table. I don’t even want to see myself, knowing I look as awful as I feel.

I look to see if I have any messages before telling my phone to dial Claire.

“Hello,” she says on the second ring.

“Hey,” I reply. “How are you?”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then she bursts into tears.

“Claire,” I say. “It’s okay. Everything is okay.”

“I’m so sorry,” she says between sobs.

My heart splits. Why is she sorry? This wasn’t her fault.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Where are you?”

“I’m at home. Austin just left to go grab us some breakfast.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I say.

“Okay. I’ll call him and tell him to pick you up something, too.”

“Okay.” I hang up and go to the bathroom. I try not to, but my eyes go to the mirror and I flinch at the sight of me. Jesus Christ. I run a finger over my broken face.

My wrists are scabbing over, but I need to doctor myself up. I should have last night, but I was too tired to care. Once I moved off of Bryce, I fell asleep with his arms around me. I shake my head and stop looking at my reflection.

I grab Bryce’s toothbrush and quickly brush my teeth before wrapping my hair up in the ponytail holder I luckily left on the counter at some point. Bryce is right. I need to bring some things over here.

I put on last night’s clothes and pad down to the living room and kitchen, realizing when I hit the bottom stairs that I don’t have a car.

“Shit,” I curse. I can’t take an Uber looking like this. I pick up my phone and call Austin.

“Hey, Kat. You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah… well, I guess,” I reply. “I don’t have my car. Can you swing by Bryce’s and pick me up?”

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