Page 52 of Face Off
I reach over to my nightstands in search of a condom but come up empty. A low, irritated moan slips past my lips as the realization that I forgot to restock after all the sexcapades we’ve been having.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, leaning on her elbows, glancing down at me.
“I ran out of condoms.”
She smiles at me like a sexy on the prowl seductress she is. “I’m on the pill. And I promise you I’m clean. I told you that when we first started having sex. Nothing has changed, I promise.”
“I know you know I’m clean,” I say through strangled breaths as my cock grows even harder. “If we do this, Hayley, it changes everything. Do you trust me?”
I search her eyes, seeking permission, and know for a hundred percent that I already have it. That she trusts me. My mouth comes to hers in a heated kiss. She lifts her hips as I glide her lace thong down her gorgeous thighs. I kiss my way back up her legs, kissing and sucking before reaching her throbbing nub.
Standing, I push my boxers and jeans down at the same time, my hard cock bobbing at attention, ready to be inside her sweet heat. I stroke my shaft a few times as she reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra. I line the head at her slick entrance, gliding it through her juices before pushing the tip in, teasing her a little.
“Brooks. Please,” she says breathlessly as she digs her heels into my ass, pulling me closer.
Taking that as my cue, I thrust deep within her, stopping only for a moment to give her time to adjust. When her lips meet mine in a passionate yet hurried kiss, I move. My strokes slow and paced at first but increasing as she runs her nails down my back. The feeling of her tight walls gripping my cock is like no other. This is the first time I’ve ever taken a woman barebacked, so the sensation is tenfold. Out of this world. Insane.
“Fuck,” I groan out as I continue my thrusts. “You feel like fucking heaven with nothing between us.”
Her tight walls squeeze my cock tighter as I quicken my thrusts. Pounding into her with all my might as my own release builds within me. Her moans grow louder as I bottom out in her, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. My name spills from her lips as she finally falls over the edge, her release taking over. With a few more thrusts, I follow, burying my face into her neck as I scream out her name.
“I missed you,” I say as I collapse beside her, pulling her tightly to my chest.
Our pants fill the room as she places gentle kisses along my pecs. “I missed you too.”
I press a gentle kiss before rolling off the bed, grabbing a towel from the master bath to clean her up. She looks at me with sated eyes as I gently wipe between her legs before tossing it toward the hamper. Climbing back into bed, I pull her close to me so her back is against my front. A comfortable silence fills the space between us as I gently stroke her hair. Her eyes slightly lull as she lets out a small yawn.
“Boyce Cameron and I have a difficult history,” she says in a low voice as she shifts to lie on her back and look at theceiling. “Our families grew up together. Vacationed together. We were inseparable.”
She rolls to her side. Her emerald eyes reflecting something I’ve never seen before. A vulnerability that only someone who’s been betrayed or so badly hurt could ever wear. I tuck a lock of her auburn hair behind her ear before giving her a small smile. Letting her know that she can tell me anything. Just like she accepted my past with Tiffany, I can accept whatever past she has with Boyce.
“We started dating our freshman year. Our parents practically were planning our wedding. The plan was to graduate, go to college, make himself eligible for the draft, and then move to wherever he was starting out his career.” Her eyes well with tears as she remembers what happened all those years ago. “One night during our senior year, we were at a party, had one too many. Well, I had one too many.”
“Hayley, did he take advantage of you?” I cut her off, feeling a bit of rage build within me.
She shakes her head before placing her hand on my cheek. “No. I wanted it. I just would have appreciated remembering more of my first time with the guy I thought I loved.” She closes her eyes for a moment, centering herself before continuing, “A few weeks later, I missed my period and found out I was pregnant with Camden.”
“I still remember the day I told Boyce I was pregnant. He immediately denied that it was his. Said he wore condom, and that this child was probably the result of my, and I quote ‘whorish ways.’ That I was trying to trap him so he wouldn’t break up with me when he was drafted.”
A lone tear slides down her cheek as she buries her face in my chest in what appears to be embarrassment. But she shouldn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed. Boyce should.
She pulls back to look at me as she wipes her eyes. “The same day I told Boyce I was pregnant, I found him locking lips with someone who was supposed to be my friend. It hurt no doubt, but it hurt even more when I told my parents I was pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, they were supportive once Camden arrived, but at first, they couldn’t believe it.” She lets out a weak laugh. “They confronted Boyce one night at dinner with his parents at the country club. They believed him at first when he denied that the baby was his. But my mother knew. She saw it in my eyes. The hurt I felt when Boyce told my father I was a slut. My father knew the moment those words spewed from his mouth.
“My father decked his father. Then broke every connection he had to Boyce’s family almost instantaneously. A few months later, Boyce was drafted early and went to New York to play for the Edge.” She pulls the sheet tighter around her as some sort of cocoon. Protective barrier from everyone, but she doesn’t need that with me, so I pull her closer to hold her tight. “The last time he saw Camden, he was two. The Edge were playing the Skipjacks, and he didn’t even look our way.”
I pull her close to me, squeezing her tightly. My heart hurts for her, aches for Camden. Then there’s the rage I feel for her. For what Boyce did to her and Camden.
He did this.
He broke this beautiful soul. Caused her to hide away and keep secrets. He made me question everything about her because she was afraid to tell me he abandoned her when she was pregnant.
God, I should have knocked him out during the game for what he did to her.
“I’m so sorry he did that to you,” I say through gritted teeth as she squeezes me as if I’m going somewhere. “What did he want from you in Arizona?”
“Vince is best friends with him. Told him that I brought Camden with me for the holiday and game. He wanted to meet him.”
The fuck.
