Chapter 13
I’d been swinging back and forth between anger at Scorpion, my family, and myself for days.
I was searching for answers, yet the truth was hard to swallow.
I knew my family not only didn’t love me, but they hated me.
It had always been evident when you saw how they treated Paxton compared to me. No child or adult wanted to know this.
At first, I focused all my anger on Scorpion, who was a convenient target.
I was angered to find out that he was the stalker I knew had followed and bullied me all those years ago.
What right did he have to do such a thing? He was a despicable person for ever doing it.
But as I thought about it, I couldn’t lay the blame at his feet.
He’d been young, immature, and hurting.
To watch your best friend almost die and then suffer through what Tiago had was more than most adults could handle.
No wonder Scorpion lashed out the way he did and remained so protective of Tiago even all these years later. Scorpion saw an enemy and went into protection mode.
Spending Thanksgiving with the Horsemen showed me how protective, loving, and close they were.
They were a huge family who reacted the way most people thought a family should.
How they adopted Jaycee and everyone learned ASL to communicate with her and make her feel seen and important demonstrated that.
I could admit to myself that I was jealous of what they had. All of them, including Tiago, were blessed to have such a family.
Once my fury at Scorpion began to ease, I thought about what made my family the way they were and had prevented me from forming a lasting relationship with a guy.
The conclusion I came to was simple, though agonizing.
The factor all those had in common was me.
It hurt, but I faced the logical conclusion. I was the issue. What was so wrong with me that no one could love me?
It was this realization that had me lying in bed most of the past few days.
I knew Scorpion stopped by to see me more than once.
I hadn’t been able to face him.
If it weren’t for Fenrir needing to have his walks and to use the bathroom, I wouldn’t have left the house. I was trying to make myself apply for more jobs and figure out where to go, but it wasn’t happening. I’d called and canceled the one hospital I was supposed to have an interview with.
I’d gotten a call after Scorpion’s text about Mr.
Gill.
It was someone at St.
Augustine offering me my job back. They’d apologized for how Mr. Gill had reacted. The woman had informed me he had no right to make that decision and was no longer employed there. She didn’t say why, even though I wondered if she would tell me. I knew they were sweating a lawsuit. I turned the offer down. I assured her I wasn’t planning to sue them if they gave me a good reference and didn’t report me to the licensing board. The woman I spoke to swore they would honor my wishes. It was too much work for me to go after them. I wanted to forget.
I knew I was in a funk and didn’t want to leave St.
Augustine.
However, this wasn’t like what had occurred after Tiago’s accident.
Then, I ended up severely depressed. I hadn’t been able to avoid going to school, but outside that, I’d become deeply withdrawn and morose. It got so bad that I contemplated killing myself. I wasn’t at that point, and I wouldn’t be. I knew I’d snap out of it. Unlike my younger self, I knew suicide wasn’t the answer.
It was me forcing myself to shake it off and get back to living, which had me up and moving around my house, when there was a knock at the door.
My gut told me it was Scorpion.
And my head said to stop being a child and talk to him.
He’d been sending me more than a few texts daily. He was concerned. If nothing else, I’d reassure him I’d survive, and he didn’t need to waste time on me. I was still lecturing myself to buck up when I opened the door.
He was surprised I’d answered.
It was clear to see on his face.
As he stood there saying nothing, I got the conversation started.
“Hello, Scorpion.
Would you like to come in?”
“I, yeah, I would if you’re alright with that,” he answered hesitantly.
“Well, I wouldn’t have answered the door or invited you in if I weren’t.
Come in.
Excuse the mess.
I’ve been slacking,” I informed him, waving him past me. I inhaled covertly as he walked by me to take in his scent. Yep, I still loved it.
Scorpion moved slowly inside.
As I shut the door, he greeted Fenrir with a head rub and pat.
“Hey there, buddy.
How’re you?” he said.
Fenrir wore his doggie smile with his tongue hanging out.
It was his happy face.
“He’s tired of being cooped up with me.
I promised him that tomorrow we’d take an extra-long walk.
And I’d go to the store and get him more treats,” I told Scorpion.
I don’t know why. It was something to say.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I tacked on.
“I’m good—no need to wait on me.
If you’d like one, don’t mind me.
Where would you like me to sit?”
“The living room is good.”
I let him lead the way.
I had iced tea on the table.
After he was seated, I sat across from him.
I drank in the sight of him while trying not to be overt about it. A few strands of his hair were coming out of his half-bun. From the looks of him, he’d ridden his bike here. Even a bit messy, he was handsome and sexy.
Meanwhile, I was a hot mess in my workout gear, which consisted of yoga pants and a tank.
My hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, and not a bit of makeup was perking up my pale skin.
“I’ve wanted to talk to you for days, which you already know.
What made you decide to open the door today? Not that I’m unhappy that you did, but what changed?” he asked.
“What changed is I decided I’ve wallowed long enough.
It’s time to get on with my life.
I can’t do that lying in bed and locked up in the house.
There’s work to be done,” I answered honestly.
“By work, you mean packing and job hunting?” he asked, scowling.
“I do.
Life has to go on, and I’ve embraced the truth, so it’s time to shake off what I can’t change and get myself on track.” I forced a smile.
“What truth is it that you’ve embraced? Shake off what?” Scorpion questioned.
“I was angry and blamed people when I shouldn’t have.
It doesn’t mean I didn’t have reason to be hurt or upset, but I can’t change those.
I can only change how I respond to them.”
“I think you had every reason to be angry and to place blame elsewhere.
Give me an example of what you mean by shaking off and embracing.”
I shrugged.
“Well, take how mad I was at you.
Sure, I was entitled to be out of sorts, but I eventually realized that you acted the way most people, even I, would if I were in your shoes.
You had no idea I wasn’t the one who hurt Tiago.
You had a right to be angry. Your lashing out was indicative of someone your age.
“And I can’t change the fact that my family doesn’t love or care about me.
It’s time to get over it.
I’m not a child anymore.
There’s nothing I can say or do to make them love me. And I can be furious with them for how they forced me to take the rap for Paxton, but there’s nothing I can do to make them take responsibility. I have to embrace what all these years and situations, along with others, have been trying to teach me.”
He frowned and scooted closer to the edge of the couch.
“What others? Teach?”
“You know, past relationships with boyfriends and lovers.
It finally dawned on me why those never work out either.
It’s all tied together.” I was forcing my voice to sound as airy and unconcerned as possible.
I stood up.
“I’m getting more tea.
Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” I snagged up my glass and went to the kitchen.
I could still see and hear him from there.
“No, nothing,” he said.
However, he didn’t stay in the living room.
He got up and came to the kitchen to loom over me.
I ignored him.
Being this close to him made desire course through me. I wanted his mouth on mine and his hands all over my body.
“How is it tied together, Paige? I don’t see that as possible.”
I kept my back to him as I put more ice and tea in my glass and answered him.
“I can’t maintain friendships, relationships, or even a family life because I’m the common denominator.
I’m what’s wrong, not other people.
I’m not someone they can love or care about.
I’m missing something in my personality or physical makeup that makes it impossible.”
I barely got the last word out before I was caged between the counter and his hard body.
Scorpion’s arms were boxing me in on either side.
His hot breath was washing over the back of my neck.
I was unable to hold in my shiver. Then his rough, growling voice spoke directly into my right ear. His breath caused the wisps of hair in front of my ear to tickle me.
“That’s utter fucking nonsense.
There’s not a damn thing wrong with you, Paige.
I admit, you got a raw deal when it came to your natural family.
However, you’ve managed just fine to become friends with Tiago and the club. And if you want a family connection, both are more than happy to give it to you. And look at Alvin. He’s definitely a friend. He watches out for you. Lastly, you said you can’t maintain a relationship. I assume you mean a romantic one. That’s utter nonsense, too.”
I tried to turn my head, but his face was next to mine.
Instead, I had to disagree with him without facing him.
“You don’t know that, Scorpion.
You’ve never met any men I’ve tried to have one with.
No matter what, they always ended.
I wasn’t enough for them. They’d leave to find someone who could fulfill their needs.”
“I don’t want to hear about the fucking losers who were your past lovers, Paige.
The mere thought of them makes me angry, and I want to go on a killing spree.
They and your worthless family can rot for all I care.
Your family for how they’ve treated you. The men because they’ve touched you.”
“Touched me? I don’t—.” My reply was cut off.
“Let me make it clear to you.
I want to kill them because they touched your skin.
They’ve seen your naked body, touched you in intimate places, and have been inside of you.
Those fuckers know what you look and sound like when you come. They had no right. The only man who should know all that is the one you spend the rest of your life with. The one created to be yours. A man who’ll protect, adore, pleasure, and love you no matter what,” he growled.
The thought of such a man existing and wanting me made me moan, and before I could censor them, my words slid out.
“I’d like to see that man.
I’d give myself to him right this second.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m here.
He’s standing behind you.
Dying to repeat that kiss we had last time and so much more,” he whispered gutturally.
His teeth nipped the lobe of my ear, then my hips were grasped, and I was spun around to face him.
Scorpion’s head lowered, and he latched onto my mouth and aggressively kissed me.
It was even hotter than the first kiss we shared.
Streaks of fire raced throughout my body. My nipples were instantly budding into hard points. My pussy grew slicker. It had been slightly that way just due to his presence.
Scorpion plastered my front to his.
I gasped because it let me feel his erection pressing into me.
He felt incredible and large.
My hand itched to reach down and cup him to see if he was as big as he seemed. His hands were gripping my ass, kneading my cheeks. I gasped when he slid a finger down the crack of my ass to reach my pussy. The thin fabric of my pants and underwear did nothing to protect me from his exploration. I wondered if he could feel the dampness through the cloth. His finger bumped my engorged clit, causing me to cry out.
My cry made him more aggressive.
His kiss deepened, and he rubbed his fingers harder and faster along my slit.
When he’d reach my clit, he’d press on it, making circles.
I clung to his shoulders and got lost in the sensations flooding my body. How could a simple kiss and hardly a fingering cause so much pleasure?
“That’s it.
I need to hear you.
I want you to come for me, my beautiful desert blossom.
Let me hear it,” he rasped against my lips.
“I-I can’t,” I stuttered.
“Yes, you can.
You can do anything when you’re with me.
Let go,” he ordered.
And as if my body was only waiting for his commands, I came.
I threw back my head and wailed out his name long and hard as my entire body shook.
My core contracted, and then wetness flooded my panties.
Scorpion sucked on my ear lobe and gently bit my neck as I orgasmed. He also ground himself hard against me.
I sank my hands into his ass and held on for dear life.
I had no idea how long my orgasm lasted, but when I was coming out of the haze I was in, my body was languid and deeply sated.
My eyes drooped in fatigue.
I had never had a simple make-out session cause me to get off this hard and long.
As reality started to sink in, mortification hit me.
What had I done? I tried to move away, but he trapped me against the counter.
Scorpion lifted my head so I had to look him in the eyes.
I saw his eyes were black.
“Don’t.
You have nothing to be embarrassed about.
You received pleasure from what I did to you.
I got it from doing it and watching you. We’re two consenting adults.”
“But—” I started to protest, but he placed his finger over my lips.
“No buts.
That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
You have no idea how much I’m fighting not to take you to the couch or your bed and strip you bare so I can see what I’ve spent weeks fantasizing about.
I want your naked skin against mine. I want to be able to touch and taste every inch of you, paying close attention to your magnificent tits, delectable ass, and your mesmerizing pussy. To know what you taste like down between your legs. And then to feel you squeezing my cock as I sink into you and pound your cunt until we both explode. Fuck! You’ve got me hard as a rock.” His voice was hoarse and slightly growly.
His words put so many visions in my head.
They made mine come alive.
It had been so long since I’d felt a man’s touch or had one bring me to completion while penetrating me.
Hell, Scorpion had made me explode harder than I ever had with a man inside of me. What would he do to me if his cock did find its way into my pussy? I whimpered at the idea.
“Talk to me.
Tell me what you’re whimpering about, Paige,” he partially ordered and pleaded.
I opened my mouth to tell him we had to stop and to let go of me, but that wasn’t what came out.
“What it would feel like to have you do those things.
God, Scorpion, we have to stop.
This isn’t why you came.
Let’s go back to the living room and talk.” I wanted to cut out my tongue for saying it. Instead, I wanted to beg him to mean it and then take me to bed.
“It wasn’t exactly what I came for because I didn’t dare hope for it.
It doesn’t mean I don’t want it.
But if you want, we’ll talk.
Just try not to look so delicious,” he muttered.
He gave me a quick kiss and then backed off.
I wanted to grab and make him stay, but we had to be rational.
My hands shook as I finished filling my glass with tea.
Scorpion was waiting on the couch when I got back. Fenrir was lying on the floor, dozing in a patch of sunlight. He cracked one eye open to ensure I was alright, then went back to sleep. I sank into the chair across from Scorpion. I couldn’t be trusted to sit next to him.
“You’ve been stopping by to talk.
I’m sorry I didn’t answer.
I did get your texts.
Thank you for those,” I said. I had no idea what else to say.
“I’ve been worried about you.
I have to confess, if you hadn’t answered today, I would’ve probably picked the lock.
I ran into Alvin, who said he’d seen you.
Back to what you said, Paige. There’s no way you lack anything to make people not want or love you. That’s utter bullshit. Your family has screws loose. As for past boyfriends, they were idiots and not worth remembering,” he stated.
“They can’t all be wrong, Scorpion.
But that’s not what we should be discussing.
I want you to know that I’ve thought long and hard about what you told me.
And while I was upset with you, I can’t hate you. You reacted how most people would when faced with the information you were given. The fact I couldn’t handle it wasn’t your problem.”
“Like hell, it isn’t! I almost caused you to kill yourself.
It was bullying, stalking, vandalism, and more.
I told the club what I did.
They know I was wrong. I informed them that I’d take whatever punishment they meted out without any pushback.”
“Punishment? What do you mean? Why would your club do that?” I asked, aghast.
“Paige, the things I did to you are ones that my club and I have enacted justice for with other people.
Typically, it required some kind of physical beating or such.
I’m not sure what they’ll decide, but whatever it is, I’ll take it.”
“They can’t do that! You have to tell them no.
Better yet, I’ll tell them not to,” I said, agitated.
“No, you won’t.
I did it, and it was wrong.
I don’t get a free pass,” he argued.
“But—” I squeaked.
Scorpion cut me off.
“No buts about it.
It’s a done deal—end of discussion.
What I want to know isn’t what the club wants from me.
I need to know what you need. How can I make this forgivable? I know you’ll never forget. I detest that I became what I hate, a bully.”
“Please, you’ve got to stop.
Enough beating ourselves up.
I understand.
I don’t hate you. If I were staying, I’d say we’d probably be friends.”
“There’s no need for you to leave.
I understand why you won’t return to work at St.
Augustine General, even though Gill is gone and they offered your job back.
But there are plenty of other places in need of good nurses. Switch to one of those. Don’t leave St. Augustine. You have friends here. There’s no need to start over.”
I was unsure about leaving.
My knee-jerk reaction to doing so faded, so I canceled the interview and stopped applying for jobs outside St.
Augustine.
However, was that the right thing to do? I didn’t know.
“You know you don’t want to leave.
This is home, Paige.
No one will run you off.
Stay. You have friends in the club. Tiago is dying to see you. He’s been depressed and belligerent without you.”
“Belligerent? Is he not doing what he’s supposed to? How are his wounds?” Instantly, my nursing side kicked in.
“At the moment, he’s done it reluctantly.
I’ve been staying with him at night and making sure he turns even if he bitches.
And I do his wound care before work and then in the evening.
The rest of the club has been taking turns helping during the day. I’m not sure how much longer he’ll cooperate. I tell him you’ll be upset if he doesn’t do as instructed. He misses you and refuses to allow other caregivers or nurses in the house. He said if he doesn’t have you, then fuck the rest.”
His words made me feel warm inside, but they also worried me.
What if Tiago stopped following instructions? He could end up with an infection that would lead to worse things.
Tiago had shared how much he hated hospitals and rehab centers after the amount of time he spent in them after his accident and over the years.
These weren’t his first pressure ulcers. With a paraplegic, they were a common occurrence.
“Do his wounds look okay?”
“I think they are, but I’m no expert.
He keeps asking me if I’ve talked to you and if you’re coming back.
He’s not happy with me.
If he could get out of his chair, he’d kick my ass for the way I treated you.”
I didn’t want to cause trouble between Scorpion and his best friend or between him and his club family.
Plus, I genuinely liked all of them.
The thought of Tiago worsening made me feel sick.
“Tell him I’ll be stopping in tomorrow, and I’d better find him doing as he was instructed, and those wounds better be improved, or Dragon Lady is gonna trip offline on him,” I replied.
Scorpion grinned.
“I’ll tell him that.
Did you mean what you said about not hating me?”
“I do.
Life is too short for hate, especially when it wasn’t earned.”
“And the part about being my friend?”
“I meant that, too.”
“Then, I’ve got to ask something else,” he said, then paused.
“What is that?”
“What would I have to do to make us more than friends? How can I convince you to take a chance with me? I want you, Paige.
And it’s not for a fun time in the sack and then done.
You spoke of relationships.
That’s what I want. I want you and me to be a couple. Tell me how to make it happen. I know you desire me after that kiss. I want to be your friend, confidant, anchor, and lover.”
His words, combined with the sincerity on his face, stunned me.
I was speechless.
He was saying everything I’d secretly been dreaming about.
Was this a hallucination? I sneakily pinched my arm. Ouch, no, not a dream. What should I say?
Scorpion:
This entire visit had gone far better than I’d hoped for.
And the fact that I’d kissed and pleasured her in her kitchen hadn’t been a disappointment.
But it wasn’t until she agreed more than once that she didn’t hate me and forgave me that I asked the ultimate question.
How do I make her mine? Watching Paige reach her climax had been a thing of beauty. I wanted to do it over and over. And to see and hear her do it for the rest of my life.
I wasn’t just physically attracted to Paige.
I was entirely in lust and half or more in love with her.
The process started thirteen years ago, even if I didn’t acknowledge it until now.
She was the woman I wanted forever. To be my old lady and build a life with her. Hopefully, it would include children, but if it didn’t, it would be great as long as I had her.
She sat there staring at me, not saying anything.
I would’ve been in full panic mode if it weren’t for the stunned expression she wore.
There was no hint of disgust, anger, denial, or anything else negative.
I pressed harder. I got up and stood in front of her chair. I held out my hand. She took it.
I tugged her gently to her feet and led her back to the couch.
She was brought down to sit next to me when I sat down.
We turned so we could see each other, knees touching.
I would’ve preferred her on my lap, but that would have to wait. I held her hands, rubbing the backs of them with my thumbs. My eyes drilled into hers.
“I shocked you.
Is there any reason you wouldn’t want a man like me? I’m a biker, but my club and I aren’t those stereotypical bikers you see on television or read about.
We’re loving, committed men.
You’ve seen what Diablo is like. We have many friends who are the same. I know I’m not the same ethnicity as you. Does that turn you off? Concern you?”
This made her react.
She frowned.
“What do you mean your ethnicity might turn me off or concern me?”
“Well, you probably guessed that I’m not totally of white European descent.
My dark skin, hair, and eyes come from my dad and mom.
He was three-quarters Egyptian.
And my mom is half. Many people automatically see anyone Middle Eastern as bad. We’re not, but it’s prevalent after everything that’s happened over the years since Desert Storm. My paternal grandfather was half-white, which is why my last name isn’t Arabic. My parents went with a very Caucasian name to help me not be targeted, although some still did. Does it bother you?”
“Scorpion, no, it doesn’t bother me.
And who cares if you’re Arabic, Black, or a goddamn green Martian.
That doesn’t mean shit to me.
It isn’t how I determine who I like or how I treat someone. As for your main heritage being Egyptian, I’ve got to say. I adored Egypt when I went. The culture, sights, and the whole feel of it were incredible. I can so see you as a pharaoh in the past. Your eyes, hair, and skin make you incredibly attractive. I’m jealous of your coloring and looks.”
“You’ve been to Egypt? I’ve always wanted to go but haven’t ever gone.
Dad did when he was young.
He and Mom always wanted to do it together, but then time got away from them.
You’ll have to tell me about it one day. However, if I’m a pharaoh, that means you’re the exotic woman brought to me to be mine. A beauty from another land with your snow-white skin, incredible eyes, and that dusting of gold across your face. You would be my prize, my desert blossom.”
Heat flared in her gaze at my words.
Her breathing picked up.
I was turning her on.
Good. I was half hard, just holding her hand and breathing in her scent.
“Wow, that’s nothing I ever expected a guy to say about me.
Before you turn my head and make me forget my name, I’m curious.
What is your real name? Or is that something I shouldn’t ask?”
“You should get compliments like that all the time, Paige.
If you’re with me, I’ll make sure you do.
As for my name, my folks did slip in an Arabic middle name to represent that part of my heritage.
My full name is Kendrick Zaid Brady.”
“I love it.
Does anyone call you that? Or is it only Scorpion?”
“My mom sometimes will call me Kendrick or Rick when we’re alone.
When you’re in a club, it’s all about respect and having people use your road name.
That isn’t the case with significant others, parents, or siblings, though they should never use them in front of others.”
Paige inched closer.
“If I were with you as a girlfriend, would I call you Scorpion even when we’re alone? Or would you prefer to be called Kendrick or Rick?”
“It would be Scorpion around everyone until we’re alone.
Then it would be your choice what you’d call me, but I’d want you to use my real name,” I said with a slight demand in my tone.
The thought of my name coming from her lips was making me burn.
“So, tell me more about yourself, Rick,” she said softly.
It was too much.
I tugged on her hands hard enough to scoot her closer so I could grab and lift her onto my lap.
She ended up straddling me.
My hands went straight to her ass. I flexed my hips, ensuring my crotch bumped into hers. She moaned.
“Say it again,” I ordered.
“Rick,” she breathed out.
Her mouth landed on mine before I made the move to kiss her.
She nibbled and sucked on my bottom lip before she slid her tongue inside.
It met mine, and they twisted together.
While our mouths mated, my hands were busy kneading her ass. Christ, her ass was what fantasies were made of.
Paige’s hands ran from my shoulders up my neck, where she kneaded and then further up to latch onto my hair knot.
She tugged, making me groan.
In addition, her body was undulating against mine, rubbing her barely covered pussy against my jean-covered cock.
It was almost fully engorged. As we kissed, her response became hungrier and more aggressive. I didn’t want her to stop, but I had to ensure she didn’t do something she wasn’t ready for. For me, I wanted it all. I reluctantly tore my mouth away from hers. She moaned in protest and tried to recapture it, but I shook my head.
“No, listen, baby, as much as I want you, we have to stop if you’re not one hundred percent sure and thinking clearly.
I don’t want you to do anything in the heat of the moment, then turn around and regret it later.”
She slowly drew away from me.
She stared hard into my eyes.
“Scorpion, Rick, I’m very aroused right now.
I admit that.
However, that doesn’t mean I’m not thinking.
Or that I hadn’t thought about this a lot before today. But I should be the one to caution you. We need to stop if you have doubts about wanting me or having a relationship. I’m not a woman who sleeps with a guy and then is done. If you’re unsure that being serious is the way to go or that I’m what you want, then we should quit.”
She started to get off my lap.
I clutched her ass cheeks and prevented her from sliding off.
I shook my head and scowled.
“I’m more than capable of being serious and permanent.
And the only woman I’ve ever thought about along those lines is you.
This didn’t start for me in Tiago’s hospital room.
I guess I should make one final confession. It began years ago.”
Paige asked hoarsely, “What do you mean years ago?”
“It started when I saw this gorgeous girl on the street one day.
She was laughing with a friend, and the sun shone off her hair and face.
I stopped in my tracks.
However, I didn’t talk to her because I suspected she was too young for me. I asked around, though, to be sure, and was disappointed to find out she was sixteen. However, that didn’t prevent me from looking for her whenever I was in town. I didn’t consciously know it at first, but I was biding my time until she turned eighteen. It wouldn’t be right or legal for a twenty-three-year-old man to be with a girl.
“Then my best friend was almost killed, and my world was doubly shattered.
I had to deal with what happened to Tiago and the destruction of my dream.
My girl was the one to hurt him, we were told.
It was part of why I reacted so badly, Paige.”
She opened her mouth, but I placed a finger over her lips.
She needed to let me finish.
Paige closed it.
“I never forgot about her, even as the years went by.
Then, one day, I was shocked to see her again.
The old feelings and disappointment came rushing back, and I lashed out when I should’ve introduced myself.
I made multiple mistakes and hurt her again. But if she means what she said about not hating me, forgiving my actions, and wanting me, then I’m the happiest fucking man. I have zero doubts about wanting you, Paige.”
“Let me have your mouth, Rick,” she demanded.
I willingly did.
As we got lost in the swirling emotions and sensations, I knew there was no going back.
We kissed and touched each other until I was about to combust.
I slid to the edge of the couch, then tightened my arms around her back and under her ass before I stood. Paige gasped and ripped her mouth away from mine.
“No!” she shouted. I froze.