Page 9 of All For You Duet

“You’ve got a date, and I’ve got pride.”

I try moving but find no space with his body pressing mine against the car. A white-hot grin takes his face. “Damn, darlin’, I forgot how hot you are when your panties are all up in a twist.” He braces both arms beside me, trapping me with a grind into my core. “I bet they’re wet for me too.” Yes, they are. “Face it, Candy Cade. We do this to each other, don’t we?”

Oh God, I can feel him again.

His hard cock hits my body at the exact aching spot. The alignment of our lust is perfect alchemy. Ten years of abandon, it washes away in the hurricane that is Redix Dean surging over my shore. He floods me. Memories of him, of how he took me from a shy virgin to a shameless vixen, only for him.

How I did the same to him, from shaking and nervous to confident and commanding, able to make me come with his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

Even the mere sight of him pulls my body taut to snap with an urge for his sex.

But I have changed. Three things dominate more than his allure: my pride, my pain, and my plan.

“This is my motive, Cade.” His hips roll into mine. Breath leaves my lungs while heat storms in, dizzying my brain. “Give me a taste of your sweet candy, just a few good licks.”

Did he just say that?

“Like those three women who gave you head while you sucked a watermelon Blow Pop, asking if they wanted to lick that too?”

His eyes shock back.

“Yeah, I saw the video, Redix—me and millions. The only thing that shocked me was that it was watermelon. You used to be a cherry guy.”

He sneers. “You don’t know the whole story.”

“There’s a lot I don’t know, and I begged you to tell me, but you walked away and left me ruined.”

“Make peace with it, Cade. Ten years is plenty of time.”

My God, what’s wrong with him?

This isn’t the boy who was my best friend riding bikes. This isn’t the sweet teen who’d be a clown to make me smile. Who always held my hand and gave me the last piece of his candy.

Where is the man who tried protecting me and swore he’d never leave?

Until he did. For ten years.

“Okay then.” I grab his tuxedo lapels, pulling his lips close to mine. The surge is sudden. It’s so fast through me with his cock pressing between my thighs, gasps escape our mouths at the reunion, at the power of it. We’re underestimating this; every part of us wails for the other. “You wanna taste me again? You wanna play games, Redix?” Something’s different in his eyes, glimpses I don’t recognize. Touching his lips to mine, a tide of memories washes in.

No.

This tender dance; he used to be so sweet, I used to be so soft, we used to be in love.

For years I’ve waited for him to come back and swear it, saying he was sorry, making my pain disappear. He was my best friend. My first and only love, and that hope washes away while the horror rushes in…

He only wants to fuck me again—that’s it—just like everyone else.

I shove him away.

“Go to hell, Redix Dean”—my force stumbles his steps back—“and taste the Devil’s sweet pussy instead.”

I escape, jumping into my car, slamming the door, and finding my keys with a quick swipe.

Yes, you can have the love of your life, the one who will hold your heart forever. And he can smash it in his grasp before you leave him standing in a parking lot alone.

And don’t you dare look back, no matter how hard you’re crying about it.

CHAPTER FOUR

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