Page 151 of Come Apart
Her back is to me. Her voice is low. She's already out of here mentally. She's already made up her mind.
"I have a grudge against Ryan because he treated you like shit."
She takes a slow breath. "And it has nothing to do with the fact that he used to fuck me?"
"I doubt it was very good."
She laughs, releasing a bit of the tension. "Always cocky, huh?"
"I wouldn't want to disappoint my number one fan."
I move towards her. She backs into the table. Her eyes turn up to me. There's a desperation in them. A need. I grab her hips and lift her onto the table.
Alyssa's eyes flutter shut. Her teeth sink into her lips. "Luke..." Her legs wrap around my hips. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
I run my fingers over her cheek. "You're not sharing me. I'm yours. All yours."
She shakes her head. Her breath is heavy. She squeezes me tighter.
I want so badly to press her against this table, to show her that I'm all hers and she's all mine.
But not like this. Not when she's about to cry.
She forces her eyes open and stares at me. "What if this is the last time?"
I bring my hands to her waist. "It's not."
Her gaze turns to the floor.
She sighs, unwraps her legs, and scoots back on the table. "You've done so much to help her. You can be done with her now. It's more than she deserves."
"I can't. I'm not going to leave her when she really needs someone."
"So is she going to be able to play that card forever?" Alyssa looks at the table. "What if the only thing that will make her feel better is your cock inside her?"
"That's ridiculous."
"Is it? It could be late one night, and she's miserable, and she promises, just this once Luke. Please. Just one last time, so she'll feel a little less lonely for a while."
"I'd never do that."
"But would she ask?"
I bite my lip. It's possible Samantha would make some kind of play for comfort sex, but it's unlikely.
I bring my gaze back to Alyssa. "I would never do it."
She sighs, shifting off the table. "This isn't you. You don't let people push you around, and certainly not this transparently. You don't even like her!"
"I know." The second the words are out, I can't deny it any more.
I don't like Samantha. I sometimes hate her. She betrayed me and held my life hostage for years.
She's still holding it hostage.
"So why are you helping her?"
"We have history. I have to repay this debt."
