Chapter 31
Driving aimlessly has kept my fragile sanity in check, yet I always end up at the cliff. There is something soothing about this place. I am meeting with Celine who looks deep in thought.
We sit in silence, watching the waves crash into the rocks, like my hurt into my chest—constantly. I like Celine’s company. We understand each other, but I guess when you share similar pain, it’s easy to connect.
When a car approaches, we both look toward the headlights. It’s a black BMW M8 coupe, and behind the windshield are Kaden and Abigail together.
“I can’t even have a minute to myself without them in my face,” she sighs.
“You have excellent company.”
We both chuckle, but the sound is broken like our hearts.
Kaden and Abigail get out of the car, presenting the harmony that will cause my mind to break into insanity.
“Your boyfriend is looking for you,” Kaden says low.
Celine tenses while I groan low in my throat when he puts an arm over Abigail’s shoulder. I snap my head at them, inhaling gasoline and expelling fire.
“Hunter’s not my keeper,” Celine replies.
“Hmm. This one is known for taking girls who are not his.”
I try to stay calm, but the asshole keeps antagonizing me.
Celine whispers in my ear, “I want to test something.”
I nod, and she places her hand on my chest and leans in to kiss me. Let’s see if this is what you want, me with someone else.
Abigail gasps, but Kaden reacts first. Before our lips can touch, Kaden’s on me. He pushes me back and drives his fist into my jaw, sending me to the ground, but I recover quickly. Spitting blood, I jump up and go after him. Abigail shrieks, pulling him back. Always trying to fucking protect him. This fight is long overdue.
Celine yells, “Stop!”
I punch him in the corner of his eye, and Kaden takes a step back. Celine lets out a deafening scream when he loses his footing and falls back into the abyss. Celine, Abigail, and I rush toward the edge, and of course, the asshole survives, clinging to some branches.
Celine grips his arm, holding it tightly.
“You can’t pull me up,” he says.
I hope she can’t.
“Don’t even think of letting go…” She looks at Abigail for help, and that pushes her to action.
“Just keep holding him,” she tells her.
“No problem, sweetheart. If he falls, I will console you with my dick,” I grumble, searching for something to drag the asshole up. Look at me saving her fiancé. Fuck my luck.
Opening the trunk of my car, I return with a rope. Throwing it at him, I help pull him up. When he’s back from the near-death experience, he comforts Celine, and she punches him in the shoulder.
I knew why I liked this girl.
Abigail screeches. “Are you out of your damn mind?”
“Easy there, sweetheart. He asked for it.”
“You two… you are like two deer flashing your Bambi eyes, filled with abandonment issues, when you have no idea what it cost—”
“Abi, enough.” Kaden cuts her off from whatever she might have said.
Fucking asshole.
“What do you mean?” I ask her.
“That you don’t deserve her,” Kaden says, patting the dust from his shirt.
“With your ring on her finger.”
They both leave while Celine and I stare after them. Without another word, she takes off too. I need to know what the fuck Abigail meant.
By the time I reach Mia and Hunter’s house, Abigail drives away, and I follow her. With every mile, my speedometer tips to the right, enraging me. Is she fucking crazy driving this irresponsibly on the streets?
I honk and flash my lights behind her, but she drives even faster. I switch to the third gear, accelerating until I pass her by. Her tires screech as she comes to an abrupt stop an inch away from my side.
Bolting out of my car, I yank her door open. “I should spank your ass for driving like that.”
“You can spank a log instead. How about that?” she says while her body shakes.
“I thought this is what you wanted, for me to move on?”
She shoots up from her seat and pushes at my chest, tears streaming down her face.
“Does it hurt, princess, the thought of my lips on someone else, my dick buried in someone else, my heart belonging to someone else?”
Her chest heaves, and she wipes at her tears with the back of her hand.
“One of these days, you’re gonna force me to fucking kidnap you,” I grumble.
She lets out a deafening scream. I grip her hands, holding them against my chest.
“Tell me you want me. Tell me you’re mine.”
“And then what, huh? It’s not that simple.”
It is. When will I fucking be enough already?
I turn to leave when she claws at my back, jumping onto me.
“Say the words or get the fuck down.”
“I will kill you. I will if you touch her.”
“You know what to do to stop me.”
“This is blackmail.”
“If this is the only way I can get you to accept this, then I will. Wake the fuck up. You didn’t fall for a good guy, you fell for me.”
“And that was the stupidest, most unreasonable thing I have ever done.”
The leash to my sanity snaps. I push her onto the hood of my car and yank at her jeans.
“What else do you regret?”
She tugs at my shirt in jerky moves, scratching her nails down my chest. “The first day our eyes connected.”
I bite down on her neck as I unclasp her bra and peel her jeans off in one quick move. “Hmm, I got the impression I had you even then.”
I push two fingers inside her wet pussy, groaning low while she yanks at my hair—an animalistic passion mixed with raging desire pushes us. “What else?”
“The first time you kissed me.”
I slam my mouth against her, kissing her until she gasps for air. I want her to drown in her lies so I can bring her back to life by breathing the truth into her being.
We both pant when we break away. But I can’t and won’t stop. I’m burning up with a need so big it could envelop the entire planet.
I snake my hands behind her thighs. With my hands on her ass, I lift her, moving her higher up on the hood. Lips swollen from my kisses, pupils dilated with lust for me , she wears the bite marks I put there on her soft skin. Nipples puckered from my sucking on them; she looks like fucking mine —splayed for me on the hood of my car, ready to get fucked. Setting myself between her thighs, I undo my jeans. Gripping my dick in one hand, I snap her thong with my other.
“I regret our first time,” she says, provoking me further.
“And when you think it was me, me who was inside you for the first time, it’s also going to be me who’s the last inside you. Fucking take my word for it.”
“Not in this life.”
And it’s with this lie, another one falling from her lips, I thrust my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt inside her. Sheathed in her hot core feels fucking spectacular. Her eyes roll out of her sockets, and she moans, spurring me on. I’m going to fuck some sense into her.
We’re on the side of a road. Anyone could see us, and even if I go to jail for indecent exposure, then so fucking be it.
To be back inside her is worth everything.
My sanity. My ruin.
One hand digs into her waist, the other fists into her hair. I nip at her neck while her nails scratch at my back, marking me on the outside while I mark her on the inside.
“Who’s inside you, princess? Who’s in that heart of yours, that mind of yours?”
She bites into my chest while I thrust in and out of her, pumping all that mad love and sheer obsession in her.
My name falls from her lips and is my ultimate pull toward the abyss.
I welcome it, letting myself fall.
Cupping her breasts, I lower my face and suck on her pretty nipple before biting down. I want her mad with desire. She throws her head back, moaning and squeezing me so hard that my vision blacks for a second.
Nothing compares to feeling and filling her.
Lowering her on the hood, my mouth moves to her other breast, pulling her nipple between my teeth. Unintelligible sounds come out of her mouth while I try to satiate my need for her, yet I know that will never happen.
She’s my ultimate fantasy. My endless love. My untamable desire.
I feel her body contracting while I play with her nipples and fuck her, switching from fast to slow. Every time I push back inside of her, her tight pussy stretches to accommodate me, taking me so well I teeter on the edge I can barely hold on to my release.
A groan vibrates in my throat, the pleasure so fucking much it’s maddening. No wonder my hunger for her can’t be sated. Her walls massage my cock into euphoria. Pleasure shoots up my marrow when she seeks my eyes.
“Watch what my cock does to your little pussy. It’s mine to do as I fucking please. Fuck this tight hole raw. I own every inch of you, inside and out.”
“It feels so good…”
“Yes, it fucking does. Now, come. Come apart on my cock.”
She does, crying out my name. It’s the best sound in the world for my ears. Her body tightens only to tremble with her orgasm the next second, her electric blue eyes sparkling like a million stars.
I pump three more times and erupt, spilling all I have inside her.
We both freeze at the same time.
“You came inside of me,” she whispers, watching my cock inside of her.
“Fuck, I… I didn’t think… I’m sorry… Fuck.”
I feel like a dick.
She trusted me with this, and I didn’t think.
When I pull out, I watch my cum and her juices seep out of her pussy.
“I hope you’re happy now.”
“Princess, you can give me all the shit you want, but you were as keen to have my dick inside you as I was.”
She pulls at her jeans, gets dressed, and avoids my gaze.
I lift my eyes to the night sky, summoning patience with her. I can’t have this conversation with her because I actually might do something stupid like kidnap her.
I pick up my jeans and T-shirt, muttering under my breath as I get changed.
She bites down on her lower lip, rocking on her toes, looking so unsure.
I can’t do this again. Leave her. She’s vulnerable after sex.
Man the fuck up. She needs you. You can be angry at her later.
I grab her hand and put her in the back of my car, cuddling her.
She wraps her arms around me, placing her cheek on my chest.
“You’re mad at me,” she whispers.
“I’m livid and exhausted, yet here I am because if you need me, I will always be there.”
“They’re going to kill me this time.”
I stiffen, and she cups my face in her hands. “Please, you have to go…”
“Do you think I would leave, especially now…” I look at her flat stomach. “I’m sorry.”
“It won’t take your cum back, will it?”
I chuckle, and she slaps my chest playfully. “This is what I get if I play with fire.”
“There are two possibilities… and the morning-after pill.”
“Do you have any idea what those pills do to your body?”
“I don’t know what to do… it’s like I have to freak out on your behalf.”
“So, you’re not?”
“Why would I?”
“We’re talking about a baby.”
“Yes, so?”
“Ugh, you’re impossible.”
“I don’t see you freaking out either.”
She snuggles further into me like she wants to get inside of me. She’s already there, embedded under my skin.
“Why aren’t you, princess?”
One thought blares through, and my entire body tenses; my muscles might snap.
“Would it be Kaden’s or mine?”
“Dane…”
I grip her chin, lifting her face to me. “Would you even know?”
“I would,” she says in a small, broken voice.
“So if it’s mine, would you keep it?”
She looks through me, lost somewhere I don’t have access to. But her silence is also an answer. And that fucking guts me.
“After what we fucking shared, you can’t even answer me.”
“I’m sorry,” she says through blurry eyes.
“Just go.”
She stumbles out of the car, and I drive away, punching at my wheel until my knuckles ache.