Page 12 of Savage

If I died tomorrow, Willa would be the first in the running, then Hailey would be a close second. I wouldn’t be surprised if they teamed up to overthrow me. It wouldn’t be the first time attempt by Willa. She was just that kind of gal. Vindictiveness was the fabric of her soul.

Shattered, River stood before me. “I’m really sorry, Cara. I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again. I’m sorry.” His shoulders sagged as he admittedly voiced out his mistake.

“You should be. It’s the worst feeling in the world—thinking your boyfriend’s cheating again while you’re not around.” This man had given me the runaround before.

He stiffened as he gazed at me, horrified and offended from my little display of emotional upheaval. The shaky foundation gradually emerged from its cracks, the broken bits, and the ugly ones that couldn’t be hidden, even though we tried to glue it back together.

“I never cheated on you, Cara!” he roared as he immediately shot to his feet and began pacing the room. He then drastically stopped before pinning me with those dark, soulful eyes that pulled at my heartstrings. “Are we back there again, Cara?”

“I’m not going to argue with you about it. We’ll end up going in circles.” He and I never saw eye to eye when it came to that specific argument, hence the reason we let that particular dispute rest. But flash-forwards to this present day conundrum, I wasn’t going to easily let this issue slide. “I thought I could move in, but I won’t be thinking about that until she’s out the door.” As much as I loved him, I had to draw the line somewhere.

“Fuck.” He blew out a breath as he raked a hand through his hair, frustrated as hell. “Okay, that’s fair I guess.”

Good, at least we agreed on something. Maybe this would give him a good reason to shorten Willa’s stay. Who knew? It might just work for my benefit.

With that out of the way, I was ungrudgingly inclined to continue where we left off in Vancouver.

Revived, I chewed on my bottom lip as I slightly parted my thighs, clearly ready for a proper reunion with him. “What are you standing there like an idiot for? Come here and kiss me.” A soft smile toyed about my lips as I watched his frown turn into a gorgeous grin.

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask.” He took me by surprise by rolling me on my back and roughly pinning me with his chiseled body. “I love you. Don’t you fucking forget it.”

He showed me just how much.

River conquered. He ravished, and he executed, as an ardent lover should. He made love to me rapidly, exquisitely, ruthlessly. He commanded my surrender, and I duly surrendered. I wholeheartedly gave it without restrictions, without limitations. He took every inch of me, enduring and lavishing the merciless onslaught of his turgid cock. The power, the magnificent feel of him with each blinding thrust of his hips brought me to an earth-shattering release. He punished, he loved, but most of all, he gave me his heart and soul. When he took me, I felt every fiber of his body connect with mine. A mating of hearts, of kindred souls. A beautiful dance of unrestrained bodies, consuming one’s senses, one’s desires, and delivering it into one fluid, earth-quaking motion that only a soulmate could bestow to its partner.

I was beguiled as the man thoroughly and needlessly gave me what I needed most—himself.

This, just like this, bare and naked, without the falsities, the web of lies, and the complications of life, and the rest of the world forgotten was all I needed. What he and I needed to refuel our depleted souls, sucked out of all the good energy as we combated our daily battles in life. We sought refuge with each other, with our souls, with our bodies. A temporary remedy to cure the little blows that tested our faith with one another.

“Now I can sleep and dream of you.” Transfixed, I softly outlined the chiseled edges of his chest, happily sated. “Are you going to work?” Gathering from our previous conversations, River worked better at night. Tonight might not be an exception.

“I’m supposed to, but let me just savor being with you in my arms for a little bit longer.” He caressed the base of my spine before shifting so he could gently kiss my forehead.

“Will you hold me until I fall asleep?” I sighed as my eyes began to shut.

“Is that all you want?” he cheekily asked, as if I hadn’t spent all my energy minutes ago. Round two would guarantee me comatose.

Even in my exhausted state, I couldn’t help smiling. “I am too tired for whatever it is you’re thinking. I love you, but take it easy, babe.” Add the fact that we had another audience that could easily hear us across the hall, that sure took a little of the excitement of our lovemaking.

I was hairsbreadth away from sleep when River’s phone beeped from somewhere. He let out an exasperated sound before he reluctantly untangled from my arms and hunted down his phone, which was conveniently located on the floor.

“Babe, sorry to spring this on you so late, but can you be my plus one for the awards on Saturday?” he called out, summoning me out of my sleepy state.

That’s in five days.

“Damn, this is getting real,” I grumbled as my mind subjected itself to disastrous scenarios. Where did one begin? I had no dress, no plan whatsoever. Add the fact that I had never been to such highlighted events before, I was trying my damnedest not to panic.

“We are real. What are you on about?” River stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me like a besotted dark angel while mischievously eyeing my naked body with those ever hungry, bona fide lethal eyes of his.

I languorously shifted my body so I could meet his eyes. They zeroed in on my nakedness, captivated, as I coquettishly raised my brow at him.

“Everyone will be curious about me … and I’m not sure I’m ready for thatyet.” Paparazzi life was something I was absolutely terrified of. Those bastards could be callously ruthless. Why court that kind of madness? From the little exposure I had from being with River, they were an unfriendly bunch. They would push your buttons, hoping to get the million-dollar reaction out of you. How did one navigate such treacherous waters filled with ravenous sharks?

Crestfallen, he seemed crushed. “I thought I could share this with you, but if it’s too much, we don’t have to go.”

“Why don’t you go alone?” I didn’t want to dampen his fun.

He studied me a while before shaking his head, bewildered. “Maybe … we’ll see.”

---