Page 65 of Unhinged Magic
I let him have all of me. Places no one would ever get close to. Holy shit. The thought hammered home, my thighs clenching tighter at the realization.
Suddenly he slowed, arching his back slightly, hitting a new angle. I felt him deeper, every drag of him inside me drawing emotion I wasn’t sure I could handle.
“Come for me, Skip, shatter with me,” he rasped, all husk and gravel, and desperation hollowing his tone.
I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried, falling apart in his arms as he did mine.
When we were spent, he rested his forehead against mine, silence gripping us tightly, our breath tangling in cool air. Digging into his pocket, he retrieved a handkerchief, wiping himself from between my thighs before folding it and slipping it into his pocket.
Wesley cupped my face, fingers brushing the side of my cheek. He stared, not saying anything for a moment. I didn’t know if I should speak.
Say something, I willed myself.Anything.
I had never felt so cracked open before, my emotions caught in my throat and catching me off guard. Even if I could speak, I didn’t know what to say. What I wanted to say felt like too much. Could he handle the burning flame igniting in my chest every time he was near?
“I love you Skip. I love you so fucking much,” he whispered.
My heart burst wide open. “I love you too, more than you could ever know.”
Emotion spilled from me, falling freely down my cheeks. Wesley swiped it with his thumbs, never blinking. “You will always be mine as I am yours.Neverforget this.”
I nodded as he kissed my tears before engulfing me in his embrace.
He held me in silence. Two hearts finding their counterparts. Fighting for love.
“We need to get back to the dance,” he murmured.
I rested my head on his shoulder. Still, he held me.
I never wanted him to let go. Never wanted this to end.
Something about his embrace screamed at me. Tore at something deep inside of me.
It felt so final. I didn’t know why.
It was the closest we had ever been, baring our hearts to the other. Still, he held me.
Until finally, slowly, he kissed my forehead and pulled away.
Under a scattering of watchful stars, he squeezed my hand before nudging me toward the pack house a few beats ahead of him.
Then my life fell apart.
Wesley
(Twomonthslater)
Regret tumbled through every inch of me, a not-so-discrete beast attempting to unhinge my already fucked up head. Good luck with that. It could park its clenched fist where the sun didn’t shine and still wouldn’t come close to making me feel more guilty than I already was.
I had done the unthinkable, theunfathomable, and with minimal planning.
I fucked up. Bad. But I had no choice. There was no time to consider my options.
Every act had consequences. But this one, I wasn’t sure I could come back from.
The back of my head connected with the wall behind me, my ass sinking to the cold cement of a back lane. I lifted the bottle of liquor to my lips, wincing as it burned its way down my throat, welcoming the dark void behind my eyelids.
A bone-chilling gust swept my hair into my face. I didn’t bother swiping it away.
