Page 72 of Crybaby

I don’t bother finding Michael on my way out. The hollowed cries of the patients follow me into the darkness, and when I step outside, I lift my face to the heavens as it pours around me.

The downpour is heavy, and most would be seeking solace indoors. But for me, my solace is in the rain where I wish for it to wash away the sins which weigh me down with every breath I take. I stand in the shadows, the rain pounding in time with the frantic staccato of my heart.

Everything is different now. I had direction. My life was mapped out for me because of June, but now, that has changed.

All that matters is Darcie and putting her back together again. And there is only one way how.

Breaking into a sprint, I feel nothing exists but the world we created, and I find her where I left her—she is the only person who hasn’t let me down.

Her eyes widen when she sees me running toward her, and before she has a chance to speak, I slam my mouth over hers and breathe new life into us both. She could have waited inside the car, but she didn’t. She waited in the rain, as desperate to see me as I was to see her.

We are obsessed, consumed by the other, and nothing has felt more complete.

Lifting her, I slam her ass onto the hood, our lips never missing a beat as I own her mouth like she owns my heart and soul. She threads her fingers through my wet hair, pulling hard and before long, we are both pawing at the other, desperate to consume the other whole.

I’m still unsure of what’s okay with her, so I let her lead as her deft fingers unfasten my jeans. She slips her hand into them and when she feels my cock is hard, her gasp fills my lungs. She commences stroking me, but when she shoves my jeans down with the other hand, I know what she wants.

What we both want.

Her body pressed to mine fills every void—physically and emotionally. I’m falling deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole, and I know I’ve passed the point of no return.

The rain continues to belt down around us, but moving isn’t an option for either of us. In the rain, we are both reborn.

I tear at her clothes until she is bare, and without breaking our kiss, I slide into her, condemning us both to this blissful hell. She bows her back as she lays on the hood, her arms spread out wide to hold on as I begin to fuck her hard.

Gripping her hips, I slide her toward me and fuck her with passion and love, because I do. I love this strong, brave woman, and I would kill—literally—for her.

She cups my cheek, peering into my eyes, a silent touch to show me she understands. That she too can feel the war raging behind my eyes. It’s us versus the world, and anyone who stands in our way is about to pay with blood and tears.

I gently wrap my fingers around her throat, coaxing her to arch her neck, because the imagery of the rain and the glow of the headlights in this abandoned field is fucking beautiful.

She wraps a leg around my waist, opening herself up to me, and my heart swells at the fact that she trusts me after everything she’s been through. I fuck her hard, her body moving up and down with the momentum. I want to devour every inch of her, but right now, I need to come.

Reaching down, I thumb over Darcie’s clit and watch as her mouth opens and closes in pleasure before her guttural cry fills the night air. The moment she comes, I drag her closer toward me and fuck her with vigor so our bodies become one.

When the last tremor rocks her, I pull out, coming on her stomach with a sated groan.

I bow forward, pressing my lips into the crook of her neck. Her rapid pulse beats against my mouth, and on instinct, I bite down and suckle her rain-soaked flesh into my mouth.

“What happened?” she breathlessly asks as I arrange myself back into my pants.

But there are no words.

Instead, I do the only thing I can do—I drop to my knees, surrendering everything I am to her.

The rain distorts her form, but it’s like something out of a comic book. I focus on her eyes and beg she doesn’t do what every goddamned motherfucker has done to me my entire life.

And when she slides off the hood, only to drop to her knees too, I know that she won’t.

She presses her hand over my frantic heart, reading me without needing to say a word. “I’ll never leave. I promise.”

And just like that, my world turns on its axis and finds its true north.

“The other guy who did this to you. Blake?” I ask, even though I know the answer.

She turns her cheek, but I cup her chin and gently encourage her to look at me. I want her to see that I am with her—every step of the way.

Eventually, she nods.

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