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CHAPTER 15

Paisley

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I used to wish I could go back to fix all the things I did wrong.

Now I am glad for most of those things. All my mistakes, all my missteps, all the fumbles and false starts of my life, they led me where I was supposed to go. Bad choices, bad behavior, it may have hurt me and hurt the man I love, and it cost us time together, but it also showed us something important.

Nothing can stop what we feel for each other. Nothing can change it.

Five years ago, I walked away from him thinking he just did not want to work for us, that he just could not be troubled with making this thing go the distance. Knowing him the way I do, I should have known better. He always fought for everything in his life—so him giving up was not about wanting to fight. It was about fighting for me the best way he knew how.

It breaks my heart knowing I walked away and left him to fight his battles alone. His father broke his spirit, and I was the one person who was able to fix it, but I was so damn selfish. I wanted him to go with me, to live this adventure but he didn’t think he could, so I punished him for it. If I could go back like I sometimes wish, maybe I would change that. Maybe I would tell him we could fight his battles together because he deserved someone to fight for him the way he did for everyone else.

But, no, I don’t want to go back. We fought our battles and we got through them, even if just barely. I will fight for him, I will fight for us—because we both deserve it. But I don’t want to go back through the war we waged on one another again.

“I love you,” I press the words like a promise against his mouth, my legs twined around his hips as we float in the warm waters. “I love you more than anything and I am so sorry I cost us so much time. All those times I walked away, I cost us,” I whisper, rolling my brow against his as my chest aches at what I truly cost us.

“None of that matters now, baby,” he husks, kissing at my mouth, my jaw, my ear, “not as long as I get to keep you. We both were to blame. Just promise me we’re not going to do it again. Promise me I never have to watch you walk away again. I can’t...baby, I did what I did for you but I can't anymore. I can’t be without you again. Paisley. Not ever again.”

“You won’t,” I moan the words as his hardness slips between my legs beneath the water, “not ever, I promise. I won’t ever let you be without me. I can’t be without you either. We tried and we failed. They said we had a false start. Now we get to the end zone,” I tease him with the football metaphors and his dark chuckle makes heat zip through. God, I love him.

“Using football talk,” he grunts, nipping at my neck, “you trying to get fucked hard?” His hips thrust and I moan again, nodding my head. Yes, yes I am trying to do exactly that.

“Yes,” I purr the word against his mouth, licking the full softness of his mouth before I kiss him, whimpering when he takes it over and kisses me until I fear I may sink to the bottom of the lake.

“Good to hear, baby. Think that may be what we both need,” he hums, gripping my ass in rough hands to lift me up and down his length. It slips between my sex and the brush of it against my sensitive nub sends need racing through me.

Tangled in the water, we make out like we used to when we would sneak off to come here. We float in the warm waters as he keeps me locked around him, his hips thrusting playfully until we coast towards the dock. His mouth is everywhere, teeth nipping at my skin, tongue licking at the water on my feverish flesh. When we reach the dock, he pulls back and laughs when I whine and try to cling to him.

“Come here, baby, up on the dock,” he urges me before he hoists me up as if I weigh nothing.

Bran follows, his powerful arms pulling him up easily on to the floating dock. As he stands over me, dripping wet, his figure is outlined by the bright moonlight. He is so beautiful it makes my chest ache. His cock is heavy and hard, pointing up and looking hungry as he pumps it with his fist. Laid out on the dock, I cannot take my eyes off how perfect he is. Perfect and mine.

“Goddamn you are beautiful,” he says roughly, dropping to his knees and shoving between my thighs, “I love all of these,” his fingers skim over my tattoos and my chest feels cinched tight, “they remind me of all those perfect moments,” he whispers, bending his head to kiss at the ink marking our biggest moments. I decide right then I need some new ink—to mark this moment.

That moment we decide to hold on instead of letting go.

As my fingers tangle in his dark, wet hair, he closes his mouth around my nipple, and I cry out into the starry skies. His teeth pull and his tongue licks, and I swear I am on the edge already. His big body pins me down and the rocking sensation of us on the dock and the press of his hard frame is making me so hot I feel dizzy. When his head swings to the other breast, I throw my head back and moan raggedly.

“Bran!” I bite my lip to suppress another moan as he pulls off my breast with a pop, teeth pulling at the nipple.

“I love those fucking sounds you give me,” he gruffs, his hands dropping to grip my thighs, pushing them up and out, “I want more. Ready to give me more, baby?” He doesn’t wait for an answer—but he still gets one as he lies between my thighs and covers my pussy with his wet mouth.

“Holy…Bran!” I shout, not caring about holding back my sounds, knowing he wants them and hell, he is earning them.

His tongue spreads me open before licking stiff circles around my clit. My thighs start to tremble, and he shoves at them with his broad shoulders, lifting them even higher to spread me open more. I feel laid bare, but I don’t care. His noisy feast between my legs flushes my skin, but I rock my hips greedily, letting him eat his fill of me.

“Fuck you taste so good,” he grunts against my pussy, sending a spiral of pleasure spinning through me, “sweet like apple pie. Sticky and creamy, Jesus,” he growls, slipping his hands beneath my backside to lift me to his mouth so he can savor me.

“Oh hell,” I gasp, watching him eat me in the most feral, hungry way that twists my insides up, “baby, please.... I can’t...oh my god, yes! Oh, baby....” I whimper as I start to come so hard black spots fill my vision and I start chanting his name as if it’s a song with the melody matching my frantic heartbeat.

“That’s it, there she is,” he says with a wolfish smile, his lips closing around my swollen clit, “there’s my greedy girl. Fucking hot when you come like that for me,” he teases, pressing tiny kisses over my sex before he spreads them to my thighs, my hips, and my stomach.

Smirking because I love that I affect him the same way he does me, I reach for him. He slides over me, kneeling between my legs as he grins down at me. His teeth flash white in the darkness and his dark eyes shimmer. He is cocky and he ought to be after what he just did to me. Stroking his thick, hard length, he watches me for a long moment, his smile slowly fading.

“Tell me this is it, Pais,” he rasps, his strokes speeding up, “tell me we are it. That I am it for you. For good. No more walking away. No more breaking each other,” he pleads, dropping over me to gaze at me with soft eyes that swirl with emotion.

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