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What the fuck do I say?
It’s like she can read my mind. She nods and exhales before sighing. “Don’t say something you don’t mean just because the sex is good, Gruene,” she says softly. “I’ve had enough of that kind of man and I’m not doing it again.”
What the fuck? I’m not her fucking abusive ex.
That slices something open in me. “I’m not Tyler.” I snap.
“I know you’re not.” She calmly, too calmly, replies.
“Then, stop looking at me like I am. I would never hurt you like that. I’m not capable of that.” I growl.
She flinches and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t leave. She just stands there, looking at me with her heart in her eyes and I clearly see that while I’m not hitting her… or worse, I am hurting her.
Fuck me.
“I’m scared,” I say, my voice rough. “I don’t want to hurt you. But I know that I am. Every second I’m near you, Blakelyn, I feel like I’m walking on a tightrope, and I don’t know how to fucking balance.”
She swallows. “Then, don’t. Just fall,” she whispers. “With me.”
And just like that— I do.
I’m across the room in two steps. My fingers curl around her hips and I pull her to me like I need her to breathe. She doesn’t hesitate. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and her mouth crashes into mine like she’s been waiting all damn day.
It’s messy… hungry. It’s too much, and yet, not enough.
It’s fucking real… and right now, that’s everything.
We don’t make it upstairs to the bed.
Lifting her onto the table, I shove her shorts down without unsnapping them and drag her panties down with them. Before they hit the ground, I’ve unsnapped my jeans, pulled them down just enough to release my cock, and I bury myself in her like I’m coming home.
She’s so wet for me… all the fucking time. Gliding in, I bottom out as her thighs widen and her hips thrust up. She moans into my mouth, her nails scraping down my spine, herlegs locking around my waist and her ankles crossing over my ass. I thrust hard, deep, and desperate.
We don’t talk as she meets me thrust for thrust. The sounds of slapping skin and our combined moans fill the room. .
Leaning down, I kiss her, my tongue mimicking my cock. She sucks it and moans, causing ripples to race down my spine. Reaching between us, I roll her clit. Her back arches and she screams into my mouth as she comes. Her pussy clenches around me as she spasms and moans into my mouth. I follow, coming deep inside of her.
Fucking hell, Blakelyn.
This… this is the language we understand.
We’re still breathing erratically as we collapse in a tangled heap on the floor, breathless and shaking, sweat cooling on our skin in the humid cabin air.
She rests her head on my chest and exhales. I hold her, pulling her closer into me though we’re both sweaty and the cabin is hot. Because for once, Iwantto—no, Ihaveto.
I still don’t know how to tell her that I’m afraid that this storm between us mightwreckus both.
CHAPTER 14
Blakelyn
I don’t knowhow long I lie on his floor after he leaves, mumbling something about needing to get back to the shop to relieve Reece.
My shorts and panties are stuck to the back of my legs, the fabric damp with sweat and sex and the kind of emotional combustion that leaves a person feeling gutted and high all at once.
The door didn’t slam when he left. He said he was going back to work as he stood up, re-zipped his jeans, and looked at me like he wasn’t sure if I was real or what he was supposed to say after fucking me on his kitchen table… again. I didn’t come over here for this. I came to let him know that I knew he left again and that I needed him to stay. But… here we are. I’m naked from the waist down, his cum is dripping out of me, and he walked out like the air between us had turned to smoke after we came together like two people who communicate through sex because the words are just too hard.
Maybe they are.
