Chapter 28 Raegan
Raegan
“What do you mean she wants to go home?” I ask, my eyes widening in shock.
“Which part was confusing?” he snarks back. Asshole.
“I mean why…”
“Oh,” he says simply. “She thinks we still love each other and has graciously offered to step aside so we can have our happily ever after.”
“Jesus Christ,” I groan, palming my face with my hand. “Why the fuck would she think that?”
Hayes’ eyes lock on me, his mouth slightly parted, but he doesn’t answer. Not that I really needed one anyway. Sacrificing herself for someone else’s happiness sounds exactly like something Demi would do.
My stupid, selfless girl.
I glance down at our still joined hands, then back into his deep blue orbs as I separate our fingers. “She’s doing it because she’s in love with you,” I tell him.
“She’s not–” he counters, a little too quickly. “We’re just friends and she’s–”
“I swear to god if either of you try to use her lesbianism as a fucking excuse one more time, I swear I’ll–”
My face is hot and my heart is pounding out of my chest just thinking about their easy and convenient go-to excuse.
He raises a brow, waiting not so patiently for me to continue.
“Oh please, go on.” His arms cross slowly. God, he’s so fucking smug.
I sit up a little straighter. “I was going to say I’ll throw something at your heads to knock some sense into both of you.” I bite my lip and avert my eyes to keep him from seeing the smirk that’s trying like hell to form on my face, despite my best attempt to stop it. “But I won’t say that.”
“Of course you won’t.” He chuckles.
Thick silence fills the air between us until the faint sound of Demetria’s hushed snores eventually breaks through. When I turn my head to face him again, his gaze is locked on me.
“What?” I ask, butterflies taking up space in my stomach at his unwavering attention.
“You’re more beautiful than I remember,” he says softly. “And believe me, I remember exactly how beautiful you were.”
My head is telling me to stop all of this.
His praise. His kindness. His pretty, romantic words.
But my head is incapable of stopping the warmth from flooding every inch of my body.
I’ve spent every day since he left, at war with myself…
just like this. Hating him in my head but missing him in my heart.
This isn’t helping. I also don’t think I want him to stop.
I consider him for a moment with his faded jeans and simple white t-shirt… bare feet and messy hair… just enough of a five-o-clock shadow to make me want to touch his face with my fingers…
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I admit, my chest tightening and breath picking up speed as I watch his pupils dilate.
“Raegan…”
“Hayes…”
Before I can fully process what’s happening, he’s moved one hand to my almost bare thigh and the other to the side of my face, cupping my cheek and pulling me to him until I can feel his hot breath on my lips.
He pauses for just a moment before whispering, “fuck it”, then locking his lips on mine in a searing, time stopping, all-consuming kiss.
I lock the logical part of my brain away and kiss him back, letting my hands find the base of his skull, where my fingers are finally able to run through his soft waves. God, he still has the best fucking hair.
His tongue quickly makes its way past my lips, tangling with mine. It’s the most hurried and unrelenting kiss I’ve ever experienced and I think I’d be happy if it never ended. The butterflies in my stomach are still there, tossing and flipping, turning my nervousness into reckless, needy arousal.
Refusing to break contact, I lift my hips and toss a leg over his lap until I’m straddling him. A moan slips from my mouth when I feel his hard length taking up space in his jeans. He’s not the only one. I’m about to make a mess of him with how soaked I am.
He breaks the kiss and regards me. “What are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “But maybe we can just not think too hard about it right now and go with it?”
A tentative smile builds as he stares at me through dazed eyes. “Hold onto me.” It’s the only warning I get before he’s moving.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck as he quickly maneuvers his legs underneath him, then moves to stand. My legs find his waist as he moves towards the bedroom door.
“What are you doing?”
“Shhh. We don’t want to wake the baby.” Jesus Christ.
“The baby?” I laugh.
“It sounded better in my head.” He grins and tries to shrug his shoulders. “She needs rest and I have a feeling what we’re about to do will not be quiet.”
He walks me into the living room and sits down on the couch, leaving me on his lap.
“Now… where were we?”
I pause to take him in. There are so many things I want to say, but now is not the time.
Scooting up his lap, my pussy rubs against his still hard cock and he hisses at the friction. I can’t imagine denim feels amazing against an erection, but if anything, he deserves a tiny bit of discomfort.
I reach down to grab the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head.
Fuck my life. My palms hover over his abs, just far enough away to torture myself.
I pull my lower lip between my teeth, close my eyes and suck in a breath, praying a silent prayer to whoever is listening to just let me have this. Just this once.
“It’s okay, Angel. You can touch me.”
Damn him. That nickname. It sends shockwaves through my flesh and causes me to grind down on him like a desperate, needy slut. I’m not sure I care, right now.
I lean forward until our foreheads touch and a rogue tear threatens to escape. “Hayes, I–”
“Shhhhh,” he whispers. “It’s okay, baby. I know it hurts.” He’s right. Everything hurts. My body. My soul. My heart. “Will you let me make it feel better?”
My brows furrow as I contemplate his question. It all feels so confusing. I want it, but I know I shouldn’t.
For the second time in my life, I take the reckless, irrational path. The one that could very well lead to the same ruin as the first time.
“Please…” I mutter against his lips.
“Undo my jeans,” he orders and without missing a beat, I do.
He lifts his hips and tugs the denim down until his cock springs free and lands against his stomach. The gasp I gasp gives him pause and I quickly tell him, “It’s fine. I just… forgot how big it was. It’s… been a while.”
His hands find the bottom of my skirt and pull up until it’s around my waist. “How long has it been since you’ve had your tight little hole filled?”
I let out a sound that’s somewhere between an exhale, a groan and a moan. I remember loving his dirty mouth. Definitely not just the big dick that stayed the same.
“Um…” I pant and his fingers toy with the lace of my thong. I swear I could combust just from the feather touch of him being so close to where I want him the most. “I’d say about twenty years,” I moan.
“Raegan–”
“Don’t,” I stop him with a finger against his lips.
“I’m not as pathetic as you probably think.
Can we talk about it later? I’m honestly so keyed up between earlier and from how you’re touching me.
I need you inside of me now, please. Before I come all over your jeans like a teenager that’s being touched for the first time. ”
“I hope you know it wasn’t lost on me that you were the only one that didn't come earlier. I brought you here with every intention of fixing that.”
Both of his hands reach for my thong and a sharp sensation tugs against my sensitive flesh as he pulls on the lace until it gives way and I’m suddenly fully exposed to him. My clit is already throbbing to the same beat of my pulse as he lands his thumb against it and begins to make small circles.
“God, you’re so fucking wet, Angel. Is this all for me?”
“No,” I pant and his brows furrow at my blatant honesty. “Some of it’s for her, too.”
His face relaxes. “I accept that. In fact, I think you just made me harder, if that's possible. Now lift your hips up and sit on my cock.”
Again, I follow his direction, lifting up for him as he notches himself at my entrance. I peer down at where our bodies meet and inhale sharply as I slowly descend onto him. “Fuck, that’s tight,” I hiss.
“You’ve got this, baby. Take it nice and easy. I know you can take it all.”
His words shoot straight to my core, flooding it with heat as I sink further down onto his shaft. My mouth parts and I toss my head back at the way he’s stretching me. It’s so painfully delicious.
“Fuck,” Hayes grits out between clenched teeth. “Look at you taking my fat cock so fucking well. That perfect cunt of yours is swallowing me up. Keep going, baby. You’re almost there.”
My hands find purchase on the back of the leather couch behind his head and I squeeze, willing myself to sink down further.
I arch my back and take a deep breath, tightening and relaxing the muscles of my walls around him as I lower the rest of the way down onto him.
I don’t give him or myself time to catch our breaths before I’m grinding against him, leaning forward just enough to gain some friction against my clit.
He pulls my chest into his. “Ride me, Angel. Take your pleasure from my body.”
I do as he says and thrust my hips back and forth on his cock, my clit getting exactly what it needs by rubbing against his cock and pelvis with my movements.
All I hear are our heavy breaths and the sound of my wetness growing between us.
A tingling sensation rips through my body.
This feels fucking amazing, but I need more.
“Fuck. Hayes,” I grit out. “I need to come so fucking bad. Fuck me… please.”
His arms wrap around my waist. I’m not sure if it’s for my benefit or his. When his hips begin to thrust upward, hard and fast, causing me to lift and fall back on him, I realize him holding me, is all for me. He’d surely buck me off if he wasn’t.
“Is this what you wanted?”
I don’t know how he’s managing it from underneath me, but the sheer force of our pelvis’ pounding together when he thrusts up and I land back down against him is definitely doing the trick.
I can already feel the sheen of sweat forming on my back and my pleasure swirling at my core. “Yes. So. Fucking. Perfect.”
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he praises. “I’ve dreamt about this for too long and I’m not going to last much longer. Tell me I can come inside of you.”
My orgasm is right there. I’m on the edge of the cliff and ready to jump off into the deep end. “I’m on birth control and I’ve been tested. Yes. Please. Fill me up with your cum.”
“Christ, baby.” It’s all he can get out before I feel him pulse inside of me and I know he’s coming.
The pained look on his face tells me it’s a hard, intense orgasm, too.
But he doesn’t stop fucking into me. He hammers into me with fervent thrusts and grunts out, “Come on my cock, Angel. Come on my cock, right fucking now.”
He seals his demand with a passionate kiss that I feel in my soul, his tongue dancing with mine like it didn’t stop for twenty years. Like we never missed a beat. Like I never stopped being his.
My release hits me like a tidal wave and he stills inside of me as I grind out my orgasm against him, riding the wave of pleasure I haven’t felt in a long, long time until I’m finally spent and my body goes limp against his.