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“Damn it!” He hisses as he gives me a small thrust. “You feel too fucking good. God, I want to stay buried inside you.”
“I want you to.” I say through pants as he grips my hips and thrusts deeper and harder into me, his piercing massaging my swollen spot. “Atlas, don’t leave me.” I cry out as I start matching his thrusts.
“I won’t, baby,” he grunts as his hand holds my chest to the bed. I gasp as I feel myself squirt again, and his praises fill me with so much confidence and desire.
“Atlas, baby I’m going to–” He pulls me up to his chest and starts massaging my clit.
“That’s my pretty girl, come for me.” He bites my shoulders as his thrusts become more erratic. “Fuck, that’s it… I’m coming.” He pants and presses his head against my shoulder. “Shit… ah… Fuck! Ren I… I love you!”
I try to freeze, but I’m already coming as his words leave his mouth.
And all I can think is–Oh fuck.
Chapter 22
Atlas
“You told her you loved her,” Fox’s stupid, annoying voice over the bluetooth speaker in my Tahoe sounds almost humorous. “As you were fucking? Dude, were you a virgin up to this point? Everyone knows that is the big no.” I groan as I pull into the parking spot at the nursing home.
“Yeah asshole, I know, trust me. And I said it with her back to me.” I cringe, completely humiliated and disgusted with myself. After my confession last night, things were…tense.
Ren instantly got up, saying she needed a shower, and then proceeded to stay in the bathroom for over an hour. I think she was waiting for me to leave the room. I changed her sheets and when I tried her door later, it was locked. This morning I waited as long as I could to try and talk to her, but she never came out, saying she was going to sleep in due to a headache.
“I think I completely fucked everything up with her.” I confess, as I take my seatbelt off and stuff my bag with snacks for Howard, along with more fudge from Ren.
“Give it a couple days,” Fox reassures. “Ren is practical. I guarantee she will rationalize it and chalk it up to you being a horny idiot in the heat of the moment.”
Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. “Gee thanks, I love you too.”
“Listen, you need to stop being so damn loose with that word.”
I snort at his remark before telling him bye and walking towards the entrance. I wonder if there is a way to talk to Howard about this without coming clean that Ren and I aren’t married for the traditional reasons.
Walking inside, I smile at Betty at the counter who looks both sad and shocked to see me. “Hart? What are you doing here?”
I furrow my brows and look at my watch to check the date and time. “It’s game day.” I state while patting my backpack and smirking.“Is the old man ready to get his ass handed to him?” I joke while looking around the common area for Howard. She doesn’t laugh, in fact she looks almost as if she’s pitying me. My stomach drops and my heart rate increases.
No. Please No.
“Where’s Howard?” I ask slowly. She doesn’t answer, and that’s not acceptable. Whatever is happening right now isnotacceptable.
“Where is Howard?” I ask again, somewhat louder. Betty gives me an apologetic look and I see the tears welling in her eyes.
“H-Hart–”
“WHERE IS HE!” I shout and slam my hand on her desk, causing her to jump. He’s not gone. Not yet. I need to talk to him. I grip the desk to hold myself up and as I look around. Everything is blurring together.
I’m mildly aware of Betty coming to my side and sitting with me on the couch. She’s talking, but I don’t hear most of it.Went in his sleep last night.Was holding things in his hands… I didn’t hear what. All I keep hearing is my own thoughts.
He’s gone. He died here, alone.
I am only mildlyaware of the doors opening and Ren running inside the lobby. I had texted Fox to tell him what was going on and that I wouldn’t be in today. Apparently he contacted her, fucking traitor.
“Atlas,” she sighs as she kneels in front of me. I feel her hands on my thighs, but it’s almost like I have multiple layers of clothes on creating a barrier between us. “Atlas, look at me.” She says and I slowly obey, raising my gaze to look at her. Her eyes are red rimmed and her nose is pink. She must’ve been crying.
“He’s gone.” I croak out as I look away again. It’s taking everything inside of me not to break down, to not freak out. I should’ve been here yesterday. I kept saying I was going to start stopping by and seeing him on my non community service days, but I didn’t. I selfishly didn’t. And he died in this place that he hated, alone. If I had come, maybe I could’ve been here, I could’ve said goodbye.
Ren gets up and sits next to me. “Atlas, why don’t I take you hom–”
