Chapter Thirty-Two #3
“I just touched you,” he whispered.
My head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “Fine. Allow me to rephrase, you haven’t fucked me or made love to me since…” I trailed off, a painful lump gathering in my throat. “You’ve been closed off, and I don’t like it.”
“I know I have.”
I opened my mouth to spout something back but stopped.
He brought his hand to the back of his neck, sighing through his nose.
“I’ve seen a lot of shit in my life. Shit no human should ever have to see.
I’ve seen death. I’ve seen war.” He stopped, dropped his hand, and blew out another breath.
“When we got the distress signal from Jake’s truck, all of my deepest fears, all of my nightmares…
hell, even the night I lost my entire crew crumbled to dust.” His eyes flicked up to mine, our gazes locked together as his confession filled the air around us.
“Losing you is now my greatest fear, baby. If I ever lose you, there’s no going back. ”
“Back to what?” I whispered.
“To the lies that comforted me before.” His throat bobbed. “You’re the only truth in my life, and losing that—losing you? I can’t—” He sucked in a ragged breath, his eyes shining. “Margo, there’s nothing left for me in this world if I lose you, and the other night, I almost lost you.”
A tear landed on my cheek, burning my skin as I stared at him, and when a tear landed on his cheek, my knees nearly gave out.
“You’re not going to lose me,” I declared thickly. “When I was down there…with Gordon, he was trying to put me in a new cage. He claimed me as his, and all I could think about was how much of my life I wasted living in his lies.”
Hayes’ face twisted in agony. “Did he put his hands on you?”
“If I give you the truth, are you going to kill him?”
His jaw jumped, those green eyes sharp and calculating now. “Lie to me then.”
I complied. “He didn’t touch me.”
The air was thick, both of us silent, our souls calling out for each other. “Next time I get kidnapped and you save me; I need you to remain close afterward. This distance you’ve put between us is killing me, Superman.”
“You get kidnapped again; I’m taking you away from Astoria. To the mountains…a cabin deep in the woods, maybe.”
I let out an angry sound and stomped up to him, grabbing his face. I rose up on my toes, getting eye level with him. “Put your hands on me,” I snapped.
His hands went to my waist.
I bared my teeth, my chest heaving now. “Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
My fingers stretched into his hair as I forced him toward my mouth. “Get out of your head and say it,” I murmured against his lips, my tongue grazing over his bottom one.
A deep, hungry groan left him, the sound igniting me. “I love you, Temper.”
I grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Now kiss me until I’m breathless so we can start our happy ending.”
He did, and when I was breathless and plastered against the wall with his hand down my leggings, he took control. “I shouldn’t like the way you boss me around like that,” he grunted, his finger circling my clit.
My eyes nearly rolled back at the contact. “Yes,” I hissed, pressing my hips into him, into his touch. He shoved his thigh between mine and his hand up my shirt, cupping my breast over my lace bra.
“I’m sorry. I was in my head, and I shouldn’t have been,” he said, pushing a finger inside me.
I gasped, my hand locking around his forearm, savoring the strength of it as he began finger fucking me.
“You—oh, fuck, Hayes—you don’t have to apologize for being in your head,” I rasped, my clit aching for friction.
“I just need you to remember that I’m here—” He pinched my nipple through the lace, causing me to moan. “Fuck!”
“I know you’re here,” he replied, his breaths ragged as he brought my hand to his hard crotch. “I just don’t like seeing you in danger.”
“Good thing I have my own personal Superman,” I teased, cupping him and squeezing. His finger stilled inside me, my walls fluttering around it.
“Fucking hell, woman. You undo me,” he growled, pulling his hands away from me.
Before I could even grasp what was happening, he pulled me away from the wall, spun me, pressed my head to it and yanked my hips out. I whimpered as he pulled my leggings down to my knees. “Fuck, that cunt is soaked,” he noted.
I needed him.
I needed him to stretch me.
“Hayes,” I begged, “please.”
His hand at the side of my head dropped down to my neck, his fingers gently pressing into my skin as I heard him shove his sweats down. “You forgive me?” he asked as he dragged the tip of his cock over my clit.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Mr. Perfect,” I snapped, frustrated and horny. “Get inside me. Let me feel you.”
“Why?” he taunted, chuckling.
“Because I fucking missed you, you asshole!” I growled, moving my hips. He spanked me then, and I cried out another plea. “Fuck me, please!”
He obliged, slamming into my pussy, not stopping until I was full of him, his balls against my clit.
When we were connected, everything felt right.
I gasped, my thighs shaking as I pressed my ass back against him, needing him closer.
He fisted my hair and yanked me to him, forcing my back to arch and my hands to brace on a wall.
His lips were at my ear then. “This isn’t our happy ending, Temper. This is our beginning,” he said.
And in my heart, I knew it was the truth.