Chapter 27 #3
“Look at us. Look behind you and see how thoroughly I wreck you. You think anyone else on this earth can give you exactly what you need? That we weren’t made for each other? Do you think that anyone else could ever be enough?” he grunts as I turn my head and watch as he slams into me repeatedly.
I pull myself back to face Kane and grab his hair, bringing his lips to mine. I feel my orgasm start to crest.
“No one will fuck you like I do. No one else knows exactly how to make those pretty legs shake the way I do. And when you start moaning deep, I know this pretty pussy is about to come for me,” he rasps against my lips, slamming into me relentlessly while he caresses the back of my head.
Tension coils tighter in my belly, and Kane notices how close I am as he removes one hand from my waist and starts to circle my clit, giving me that extra bit of stimulation I need. His other hand drops to my back to keep me in place as he continues his assault.
I can feel him inside me—a perfect fit, long and thick—as the tip of him rubs my upper walls, just as he promised, causing my legs to shake.
“Come for me, baby. Show me how much you love me fucking this cunt. Show me what only I can do to you,” he demands, pulling me in for a kiss.
His tongue dives into my mouth, mimicking the circles he makes with his fingers.
“Let everyone hear what a good fucking girl you are for me. My dirty fucking girl, getting fucked in the bathroom while her date is waiting for her.”
His hand goes back to my throat as I try to hold myself up. I come suddenly, and the whole bathroom disappears as stars explode behind my eyes. The shockwaves of my orgasm go on forever, the feeling I’d been missing the last time Kane and I were together.
Slowly, I feel my body come back down from the high and notice Kane is staring at me with so much tenderness I feel like I need to look away, but I’m snared in his gaze.
With three final pumps, Kane comes on a groan that fills the bathroom. He stills inside me and grabs my face on both sides before he brings his lips to mine. He kisses me so gently my heart cracks in the middle.
After a few slow kisses, he pulls out of me completely and a hiss leaves my lips, the feeling of emptiness returning with the loss of him.
He grabs a few paper towels and wets them before he cleans me up.
When his cum begins leaking back out of me, he takes two fingers and pushes it back in.
A moan makes its way up my throat and out of my mouth at the unexpected intrusion.
He looks up at me—no shame on his face and fucking smirks while he throws the paper towel in the trash next to me.
He tucks himself back into his pants as I duck my chin. Confusion whirls in me at how in one moment he’s fucking me without abandon and then cleaning me up as if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
We stare at each other as if any words would break this fragile moment between us. He helps me pull my top up and right my skirt. We stay locked in each other’s gaze until three sharp bangs against the bathroom door jerk me back to the present.
Oh my god, I just fucked Kane—my ex-boyfriend—in the bathroom of the bar where he works. I duck my head and go to rush past Kane, but he grabs my wrist and spins me to face him.
“Ave… I…” he begins, an unreadable look on his face that has replaced any tenderness I thought I saw.
Unable to bear hearing him say it was a mistake, I slide my hand into his, squeeze once, then drop his hand and steel my spine.
“It’s okay, it was the heat of the moment. It meant nothing,” I mutter as I take a step toward the door. I watch as his face crumbles and he grabs the back of his neck with one hand.
“But what if it meant everything?” he whispers, and my chest cracks wide open. The fissure that has been there for months is a full cavern now.
The banging on the door gets louder, so I turn to unlock it. The door flies open, and some girl gives me a dirty look before running into one of the two stalls, not bothering to look at Kane.
I refuse to turn around for fear I’ll never walk away if I do.
“This isn’t over, Avery. We’re not over,” I hear behind me, his voice low, absolution taking over his tone. The words cause me to pause before I take a breath and walk out.
I grab my purse from the table and ignore the imploring look Morgan throws my way as I head outside to feel the cool breeze blow against my sweat-soaked skin. A shiver works its way up my spine as I hurry toward my car.
Grateful I had the foresight to drive myself here in case I needed a quick escape from my date, I throw my door open and cast a glance back at the bar, hoping that I’ll spot a broad-shouldered man with black hair following me out—needing to see him come after me.
When I realize no one is coming, a familiar ache rips through my chest. On a shaky breath, I get in the car as tears well up in my eyes. I take a few breaths to center myself before I throw the car in reverse and head for home, my mind and the radio silent as the neighborhoods blur by.