Page 28 of Careless

“I’ll go and I won’t pressure you again, I promise you. But, not yet. I’ll leave and we can go back to how things used to be. Just give me tonight, baby,” I practically beg as my woman grinds down harder against me. Slipping my hand under her shirt, I slide it up her soft stomach until I reach her breast and cup it, loving its weight in my hand.

“Tonight,” she whimpers as I sneak into her bra and circle her nipple with my thumb. “Oh my God.”

“That’s it, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

“Are you going to fuck me, Rian?” The question comes out with a pleading edge, mixing with a desperate moan.

“Not tonight.” We both know that we have shitty self-control when it comes to each other. It’s one way we align. I know without a doubt we’re going to end up fucking. It might not be today, tomorrow, or next year, but at some point, my cock will be deep inside her, and I will lose all control. I’ll fuck her for hours, maybe even days. However, there are many mountains that will have to be moved to allow for that to happen.

“Let me kiss you, baby.” I push the hair out of her face and her heated eyes blaze through me.

“Are you asking? I thought you took what you wanted.” And, there’s the massive brat I have a complicated relationship with.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever kissed,” I admit as I flop her onto her back.

Her eyes widen from the confession as her fingers run through my hair. “Only…me?”

“Only you, baby.”

She sits up as best she can and presses her lips against mine before quickly pulling away. I watch closely as she pulls her revealing top over her head then tosses it to the floor.

I’ve seen her in very little before, but this bra accents the size of her full tits and they look like they’re seconds away from popping out. So full and tempting.

Her fingers glide tantalizingly slow across the fabric to the clasp that holds her bra together. With a snap of her fingers, the bra falls apart, exposing the only part of her skin I have yet to lay my eyes on. If I wasn’t looking closely, I wouldn’t have seen her nipple piercings. They are tiny, just a small barbell through the light pink bud and such small balls at the ends that could easily be confused for the bumps of her areola if her nipples were hard.

“Fuck,” I groan and bend down to wrap my tongue around her nipple. I pull her closer to me, trying to get her as close as possible.

Her head falls back and the breath that falls from her lips is drenched in ecstasy. The sound is purely addictive. I need to record it and play it on repeat when the night is lonely and I only have my hand to satisfy me.

I fumble with the full length zipper of her skirt then toss it over my shoulder. I look down and salivate at her exposed pale thighs along with those sinful panties.

I want her naked all night—nothing between us at all. I have her all to myself and I’m going to make the best of the limited time we have.

Switching to suck on her other nipple, I press a finger into her tight cunt, circling her clit with my thumb. Fuck, she’s so wet for me.

“Rian!” she cries out, and the noise eggs me on. I love how enthusiastic she is when I touch her. It doesn’t take much for her to be panting and moaning, rocking her hips against my fingers. She’s greedy for what only I can give her.

Her fingers work at my belt and my zipper as I feast on her glorious tits, sucking, licking, and biting at her perfect peaks. “Please. I want you inside me,” she begs.

A groan falls from my mouth as her fingers wrap around my cock. “Iaminside you.” I tease her G-spot with my digit, and her arousal floods my palm.

She cries out and her cunt forcefully clamps down on me. She got her orgasm first, and I’m in no hurry for reciprocation. We have all night together before I have to pretend this never happened.

CHAPTERELEVEN

HER

Iwake up to the sensation of Rian kissing my cheek, but don’t open my eyes. It’s soft and sweet in the way his lips caress my skin, but his breath is harsh as he pulls back.

“I love you,” he whispers, making my heart clench.

Rian Walsh loves me. Even though it's everything I’ve ever wanted, it doesn’t change anything. He still has to leave and act like he doesn’t love me.

I love you, too.I tell him, hoping he can read my thoughts.

As soon as I hear my door close, I clench my eyes tight and I cry into my pillow. I’m so grateful I got one night with him, but I’m also pissed because now I know how it feels to be in the arms of the man I love and that loves me.

My body shakes from my uncontrollable sobbing, I am so sick of crying. Everything aches, but I know it's a side effect of the hurt in my chest. This isn’t Rian’s fault, and it's not mine either. We’re paying for a crime we didn’t commit—being born. We’re being punished for something that had nothing to do with us.

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