Page 57 of The Last Time You Break Me

Chapter Twenty

Lara

Rest In Peace - Dorothy

“Ican walk,” I gritted as I stood from the bed and made my way toward the bathroom adjacent to my room. “Dammit.” I pulled up short when rough hands wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me back into a hard chest. “Reggie!”

“Just let me help you, please,” he pleaded as I sagged in defeat within his arms. “I need to help you.” he added and I sighed, my head rested back on his chest.

“Fine. But you need to stop acting like you have something to fix, Reggie. Because you don’t and every time you act as if you do, you ruin that night for us,” I told him slowly in hopes he would finally let some of that guilt fall away.

It was a burden neither of us needed to carry.

“Lara.” He sighed.

“No, Reg.” I turned into his arms so he could see the insistence on my face. “That night was everything. I don’t care how it ended. At that moment, there was nothing but me and you. Even when that bullet hit me…” He closed his eyes tightly,as if he couldn’t bear the words. I lifted my hand, cradled his face, and forced his eyes back to mine. “Even then, the smile held. Because all I saw was you. It’s been over a month. I’m fine. I’m healed. I just want to move on and find Lucas, okay?”

“Lara, I almost lost you,” his whispered voice was doused in thick and raw emotion that had me swallowing hard as if it was my own. “You don’t understand what that feels like.”

“Yes, actually. I do. Because I almost lost you too.”

Those words seemed to shock him as he stopped arguing and helped me into the bathroom. He aided me in pulling the clothes from my body and stepping into the shower. The scar across my stomach was still welted and I absently ran my hand across it.

Reggie discarded his own clothes before he stepped under the spray of water behind me. “Dammit, woman! It’s hotter than the flames of Hell in here,” he hissed and it made me smirk.

“Just how I like it,” I murmured as I turned to face him, he pulled me into him and placed those sinful lips upon mine and captured the air within my lungs. The inferno heated all around us, cocooning us within the heat. Reggie backed me into the wall, hands on my hips as he lifted me gently so I could wrap my legs around his waist, my hands tussled within his dark head of hair.

“I can never feel that way again,” he whispered into the kiss. “I can never lose you.”

I hummed as I dragged my lips against his in a soft tickle. “Neither can I. But we all die one day, Reg.”

“Not now, not yet. Not for many fucking years,” he vowed, although it almost sounded like a prayer.

“I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. If a bullet couldn’t stop me from coming back to you, death doesn’t have a hope in purgatory to steal me from you.”

“I can’t wait. I don’t want to. Marry me, Lara. Marry me in front of those we love the most,” he asked as he pulled back togaze at me intently. The water cascaded down our bodies and fell from us like a veil being parted.

I stared at the ring on my finger and my heart blossomed and grew full at the prospect. I wanted it more than everything, but I couldn’t, not while Lucas was still out there. “And have him try to take another day from us?”

“Fuck him. I won’t mess up again, he won’t get to us this time.” The look in his gray eyes was devastating. It took the wind right out of me and I wanted more than anything to tell him yes.

As I ran my fingers through my wet hair, I pulled my hand over my face and smeared the water into my lashes as I tried to gain a calm breath. “We need to end this first.”

Reggie grunted, sorrow in his eyes as they fell to the ground. “Let me clean you.”

I lifted his chin and kissed those wicked lips. “After you make me dirty?” I asked hopeful.

He smirked at me but it was a little withdrawn. I hated to see that look on his face and know that I was the one that put it there. “Please, Reg, understand.”

“I do, love. I do. That doesn’t mean I like it. The sooner we find that cunt the better. In the meantime, I’m going to make you feel what it’s like to be alive.”

He leaned forward, mouth open as he pressed a hot-mouthed kiss to the column of my throat. He growled as he kissed and sucked, sending endless shivers throughout my body and straight to my core. My pussy fluttered, aching to be filled by this man.

I needed it. Craved it.

It coiled like desperation inside of my soul.

“Don’t play with me, Reg,” I panted, the steam and my arousal made it hard to breathe. “Not now. I need you to fill me. Make me feel the burn, make me feel exactly what it’s like to be your woman!” I gasped, back arched against the tiles. I reachedout a hand and turned the little gauge on my shower head so it would turn the spray of water from clean to crimson and the sight only added to my lust. We were covered, bathed in red and the endless possibilities where a depraved scenario like this could lead us into a situation where the blood was real, became overwhelming.

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