Page 83 of The Space Between
I step inside, pulling the door shut behind me. I lean back against it like I need the wood to hold me up. Maybe I do.
I’m cracked wide open… raw.
“I don’t want to lose you, Blakelyn” I admit. “Even though I know I don’tdeserveto keep you.”
Her smile is sad. “You’re not losing me, Gruene.”
“You say that now.” I mutter. “But I keep hurting you. I don’t mean to. I just… I don’t know how to dothis… I don’t know what I’m doing here.”
She steps closer to me, barefoot, brave, every inch of her trembling with emotion that mirrors my own. Her voice is sure and steady as she says, “Ichooseyou, Gruene. Every day. Even when you’re an ass. Even when you shut down. Even when the river scares the hell out of you and you piss me off.” Her hands rise to my chest. She flattens both over my pecs. “I’m not them. I don’t want you to forget them. I would never ask that of you. But I’mhere. I’malive. I’m right in front of you. And I’mnotleaving either.”
I don’t deserve her.
But I’m done pushing her away.
I kiss her like I’m anchoring myself to the one thing in this world that still makes sense. My lips close over hers, lightly brushing against them until she gasps and I slip my tongue past them, over her teeth, and circle her tongue.
She moans inside my mouth, and it lights something inside me that feels as dangerous as it does holy.
We don’t make it three feet into the cabin.
Her hands are tugging at the hem of my shirt as I lift her onto the kitchen counter. Her thighs lift as I peel her shorts and panties down. She reaches for the snap on my jeans and shovesthe denim and my boxers down to mid, hip as she widens her thighs and uses her ankles to pull me in. Her hand wraps around me, stroking me and guiding me to her soaked pussy as her other hand weaves through my hair and she kisses me harder. Her hips lift as I thrust, and her ankles yank me into her. I sink inside in one stroke. She moans again into my mouth and pulls me into the present.
Intoher.
We’re not soft. We’re not slow.
It’s a fight… a collision of fear and forgiveness.
She scrapes her nails down my chest and back. I grip her thighs and hips so tightly she’s going to have finger-shaped bruises, and I slam into her over and over as she arches and grinds down to meet me, begging me to go harder, faster, deeper. Her breath catches in her throat as her head falls back and her body yields to mine like it was always meant to.
She’s hot. So soaked she’s drenching us both and she’s already shaking.
“Mine,” I growl against her throat, biting the sensitive flesh.
She groans, “Yes…” It ends on a gasp as her clit is stimulated as I thrust. Her nails rake down my chest. “Yours.” Wrapping her legs tighter around my waist, she grips the counter until her knuckles are white and rocks with me, each movement hard and desperate. Our bodies crash together like waves that don’t care if they destroy the shore. She bites my shoulder. I groan against her collarbone. We’re wild. Loud. Lost.
Reaching between us, I rub her clit as I stare into her eyes. She fucks back into me. We never break eye contact. I’m sweating, trying to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from cumming. I roll her clit once more and mutter, “Come on, baby… come for me.” My nail scrapes over her and she screams,“Gruene.. Oh, baby… Ohhhhhhh… Shit…”She clamps around me and I come with her, filling her, still staring into her eyes.
This is more than lust.
It’s survival.
It’s surrender.
It’s Blakelyn and me… Together.
It’sus.
She passes out, slumping against me, spent and almost boneless as aftershocks still roll through her body.
Lifting her into my arms, I carry her to bed.
She’s exhausted. Breathless. Glowing.
And she’s still here.
After everything I’ve told her.
