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“I don’t know,” I tell him truthfully. A lone tear streaks down my cheek, and I wipe it quickly.

He pulls me into his chest. “Are you willing to try?”

“I don’t know.”

Closing my eyes, I press my face into his warmth. Tanner and Jasmine are the only two who see through most of my bullshit, but I try to keep them out of my heart even then. I don’t want to care for anyone; that only gets me disappointment and broken promises. “I don’t think I’m wired for a relationship. I’m sure it’s something in my DNA.”

He sighs, his hand gripping my jaw, and tilts my head back. “Then we take it day by day. And when we fight, you take it out on me. You don’t go fuck another man.”

I lick my lips teasingly. “Not even if you watch?”

His nostrils flare, and he blows out a breath. “Let me have you to myself for a while before we add others. How does that sound?”

“Too perfect to be real.”

Tanner’s face softens. “When have I ever not been there for you? Fuck, Sammie. Dean doesn’t even like you, and he made every guy at that charity gala sign an NDA and threatened them with bankruptcy if they spoke a word about what happened.”

“That was to protect you,” I say hoarsely, trying to pull away, but his grip tightens.

“Because that’s what friends do. He’s my best friend and knows how I feel about you. Jasmine would do the same for you. You just have to believe it.”

I'm struggling to breathe, but it isn’t from his hand on my throat. “How do you feel about me?”

He smirks, his other hand cupping my ass as he grinds his body against me. “Baby, you’re not ready to hear that. I can’t have you running scared.”

Tanner

Islammylipsto hers, her mouth opening willingly. I grab her ass with both hands, lifting her and placing her on the counter. Her legs wrap around my hips as I place myself between them. Her fingers cling onto my shoulders before moving to twist them in my hair.

I slide my hands under her sweatshirt, my hard cock twitching when I find her bare breasts. Pinching one of her hard nipples, she gasps, pulling her mouth away from me. I kiss down her neck, sucking on the skin and grinning when it quickly turns red with my mark.

“Tanner,” She scolds, gripping my hair hard enough to pull my head back. “Nowhere visible.”

“Cover it with fucking makeup,” I say, pinching her nipple hard enough for her to yelp. I squeeze her other breast and then slide my hand down to her stomach. She leans back as I continue past her pants and brush against her pussy. My fingers part her and find the hot, sopping mess waiting for me.

“Fuck,” I whisper as I gather her juices on my fingers and rub small circles on her clit.

“Tanner…” She pleads, her head falling back as I push into her tight pussy.

“Take your sweatshirt off.”

Sammie pulls it over her head, and I latch onto the puckered bud of her breast. She clenches around me when I bite down. I swirl my tongue around the nipple, easing the sting of pain.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?”

She nods, looking back at me with remorse. I push my fingers into her further, stilling when my palm rests against her mound. I curl them, finding the bumps of her g-spot, and she moans.

“I know you like to think otherwise, but you gave me your virginity for a reason. You trusted me to take care of you. You trusted me not to discard you after, even if that’s exactly what you did to me.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows, and she stares at the ceiling. I can see the moisture gathering in her eyes. I press a soft kiss on her stretched neck before sighing.

“It’s only ever been you,” I admit to her.

Sammie’s chin drops as she blinks at me. “I think somewhere inside me, I knew it was you too.”

A warmth spreads in my chest; I know it is the closest confession of love I would probably ever get. My woman isn’t one to discuss her feelings. I pull out of her pussy and grab the waistband of her pants, removing them. I pick her up and carry her across the apartment and to her room.

Tossing her onto her bed, I strip myself of my clothes as she watches, playing with her pussy. It is a distinct reminder that I’m not dealing with a shy virgin who does not know what to do with her body.