Page 20 of Wrecked
“You made me feel like the most special woman in the world that night,” she says, and I smile. “Until you made me feel like nothing more than a whore.”
Ouch. Fuck. “Payton, I swear to you that was not my intention. I sure as hell didn’t mean to make you feel that way. Fuck,” I say, running my hand through my hair.
“Maybe you didn’t, but that’s what happened. You think I wasn’t confused and overwhelmed after? I was, but you were too busy fucking and chucking to even notice,” she huffs out, taking a sip of her beer.
Fuck and chuck, yeah that’s exactly what I did. It’s what I always do, but until her, I didn’t care. It never even crossed my mind that I made them feel anything like this. As long as we both had a good time, that’s all that mattered. Until Payton.
“I don’t deserve your forgiveness, for making you feel that way.” I grab her hand, unable to resist the need to touch her. “But, I swear I’ll do anything I can to be worthy of it.”
She doesn’t pull her hand away, so I take that as a good sign. A sign that at the very least she feels something like I do.
“You’re one of the most confusing men I’ve ever met,” she whispers, looking past me.
“How so?” I ask.
“You want me, you don’t, you want me. I’m not used to that. I’m used to something completely different.”
Rubbing my thumb on the palm of her hand, I grin. “Let’s be clear right now. I’ve never not wanted you.”
“You might want to work on your delivery of that message,” she jokes.
“Believe me, I’m working on it.” I want to kiss her, pull her against me and rip off her clothes. I want to taste and fuck her, until she believes me. But damn it, I’m a man of my word and I told her I wouldn’t do anything. I try to ignore my cock pushing painfully against my zipper and focus on why I’m here. “How about you tell me what happened Monday?”
Immediately, she gets tense and tries to pull her hand away. Fuck no, she’s not running. I pushed her away once, but that shit isn’t going to happen again. Not as long as she wants me.
“I told you, nothing.”
“Payton, you were fucking terrified. What did Charlie do to you?” I carefully ask. She’s been different since the Charlie incident. I need to know if it’s because of him or me.
She shakes her head, causing her long hair to fall into her beautiful face. “Nothing. I’ve only spoken to him a few times. He took me off guard is all. I don’t think I’ll have that problem again,” she says, letting out a quick sigh. “He hasn’t even looked in my direction since you threatened him.”
“That wasn’t a threat; it was a promise. No one hurts the people I care about,” I admit. “Not if I can help it.”
“Asher, you don’t even know me that well. You sure as hell don’t care about me,” she says, giving me a slight roll of her gorgeous eyes.
Without a clear thought, I lean forward, pushing her down onto the couch. I hover over her, placing my hands on either side of her beautiful face. “I may not know everything about you, Payton, but I never say something I don’t mean. I care about you.” Never in my life would I think I would say that to someone. I’m sure as hell not saying I love her, but I do have feelings for her. After one goddamn night together. She’s gotten inside of me. It may fuck up any chance I have at having her father help me. But right now, in the moment, I don’t give a fuck.
“Okay,” she quietly says.
I chuckle and sit up, needing to have distance between us. “I just want the chance to get to know you, Payton. Is that something you’re willing to do?”
She nods her head, with just the hint of a smile on her soft lips. “Yeah.”
Slowly leaning forward, I press my lips to hers. Wrapping my fingers in her silky hair, I turn her head and deepen the kiss. When I taste her again, my resolve starts to waiver. The need to fuck her, claim her, is overwhelming. I know I need to stop. I want her to believe me when I give her my word. If I fuck her like I want to, yeah it will be amazing, but she’ll know my word means nothing. Right now, I need her to trust me.
Pulling away, I keep my fingers in her hair and search her bright blue eyes. “I’m not going to lie, I want you so damn bad it’s killing me. But I promised you nothing would happen, and as much as it physically hurts, and Christ it does, I don’t go back on my word.”
Her hands rest on my chest and she grips my shirt. Licking her lips, she clears her throat. “Asher, don’t make me beg you. You don’t go back on your word, I get that. My body is in pain, a pain only you can take away.”
Fuck. The way she is looking at me with such need, it’s undeniable. I let go of her hair and pull her shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor. Her hard nipples poke through her black lace bra, making my cock twitch. Pulling her onto my lap, she straddles me, and I claim her mouth again, until she lets out a soft moan.
I grab her hair, turning her head. I kiss, lick, suck and bite on her neck. She rubs her pussy on my hard cock. Even though we still have our pants on, it feels fucking good. Kissing a path down her neck I bite down on each of her hard nipples, causing her to arch her back. She unfastens her bra and slides it down her arms, letting it fall between us.
Her nails sink into my hair, holding me as I bite down on her tits. “Asher,” she moans, softly.
Backing up just a bit, I pull my shirt off and grin. “Stand up and take off your pants, Payton,” I command.
She obeys. Unbuttoning her shorts, she slowly pulls the zipper down, watching me. Pushing down, she steps out of them. Standing in front of me in nothing but black lace panties is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Reaching out, I grab her hips and pull her closer to me to kiss her stomach and move down to the top of her panties.
