Page 49 of The Biggest Sacrifice

“Better drive fast, Tommy.”

CHAPTER 29

TOM

Drivingus home at a normal speed, I revel in watching her shift and move around in her seat, obviously still needing more of my touch. My chest swells, knowing she needs what only I can give her. But I don’t want to start this off with just sex. Again. It’s how it started years ago. And though I want to fuck with everything I have right now, I need to show her I’m willing to go the distance with her. Getting there will take me time. I know it. It's been too much time spent with this guilt for me to just suddenly have a complete turnaround overnight.

We pull up to my house and I get out, jog around to her door and help her down. We walk silently into my home. She grabs my hand and walks me down the hall to my bedroom.

“Farrah. Wait.” She pauses, turning to me with a look of uncertainty. “Baby, no, don’t look at me like that. I want you. Make no mistake about it. And I’m going to have you. But I want to tell you something first.” Her body relaxes, but she doesn’t let go of my hand.

Taking a breath, I let out more than I’ve ever voiced about my situation to her. “There’s a lot I need to tell you. I can’t do it tonight. I can’t do it tomorrow. I probably can’t even do it next month.” Dropping my eyes from her, shaking my head to clear it, I slowly bring my eyes back to hers. “But I’ll get there. I promise you I’ll get there. I just need time.” I squeeze the hand she won’t let go of and steady myself for this next part. I don’t want to say it, but I feel I need to give her the out. It’s the least I can do. “But if you need to let me go, Farrah, if you can’t wait, I need to know it now. I’ll still let you in, but if there’s nothing here anymore, you have to let me go. Because, despite my past actions, I won’t ever be the one to let you go first. “

“I don’t want to be let go. I just want to be loved by you. I don’t want to miss you anymore.” She pulls me towards her and wraps her arms around my waist. “Take all the time you need to tell me all the words, but right now, I only need a couple. Give them to me, Tommy. I need to hear you say it. Then you can show me. As rough as you need to.” She nuzzles in close to me, kissing my cheek, the corner of my mouth. “Tell me,” she whispers again.

Her sweet breath blows across my lips as she whispers, ‘tell me’ once again. She lights up my dark and quiets my mind all with one touch. She’s been my saving grace every time I’ve been away. Before I took her and made her mine, she was my safety. She just never knew it because I never told her.

I’m such a selfish, fucking asshole.

She visibly swallows. I track the movement of her throat and recall the way it feels to have my dick slide down the back of it. I need her. But I know she needs a little more first.

I owe her that.

“I know you need more than what I’m giving. I want you to know I’m doing the best I can.”

“Are you only giving a bit more because you see there’s another interest?”

Just hearing her reference, Cash has me seeing red, but I know he’s not a threat. “I’m giving more because I can’t lose you and I want you to know that. I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you, Farrah.”

Her eyes widen and my heart skips a beat. Speaking words I never said to her highlights all my weaknesses, and it scares me. I’ve given her more tonight than I have in three years. Our relationship has always been centered on me and what I can or can’t give her, and what she could lose because she settled for my mediocrity. Hearing the words surprises even me. But it fell from my lips without a second thought.

And I don’t hate it.

And neither does she. She grabs hold of my shirt and yanks me to her lips. With that one action, she ignites a simple primal need within me. My urge to rip her clothes from her hot little body and fuck her against this wall is so powerful right now, my body vibrates with need. My grip on her hip tightens, but she breaks the moment, panting, “Wait.”

I groan. “No more waiting.”

She grins and pushes me away from her. “Stay.” She slides out from between me and the wall. I watch her with heated eyes.

“Stay?”

Her sly smile widens and she nods. She walks backwards, slowly, down the hall, towards my bedroom, kicking off her shoes as she goes. I watch as she grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it clear over her head, dropping it to the ground. I take a step toward her and again she says, “No. Wait, Tommy.”

I inhale deeply. I know what she’s doing.

She toys with the straps of her bra, then runs her fingertips between her flat belly and the band of her panties, taunting me.

“You needed a bit more? I told you, and now I’m going to show you more in so many rough ways, my little mouse.” She lets out a little whimper. “You going to run?”

“There’s nowhere for me to run to.”

“Hm. Then I guess I’ve already caught you, haven’t I?”

I’m stalking towards her, watching her tits rise and fall with each of her anticipatory breaths that escape her lips. Farrah, in just lingerie, sets my body on fire. I love to fuck her with lace wrapped around her body, touching and teasing. Pulling her panties to the side as I slide inside her. But right now, I need to see all of her. She hesitates a quick second, but then continues to walk backwards into my room. Unable to stall a moment longer, I pick up my pace, charging at her. Reaching for her, I lift her easily and she automatically winds her legs around my waist.

I drop her onto the bed, falling on top of her. I still have all of my clothes on as I kiss down her neck and collarbone. She grabs my shirt, pulls it over my head, and throws it to the ground.

I chuckle darkly at her. “You like being caught.”

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