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“I don’t want to leave the party, and you can’t make me.” She pouts, and again, my dick conjures up a mental punishment on how he’d like to handle her stubbornness. Damn straight, I can. And I will. I’m done watching her flirt with my brothers to make me jealous. I’ve been watching her fuck other men for years, and each time, it’s like a stab to my fucking chest. But never again. The only man she’ll be fucking from now on is me. Whether she likes it or not, I’m her only option.
I dip down and toss her over my shoulder, hearing her protest as I carry her straight to my room. “Put me down, you cheating asshole.” My hand delivers a spank to her sexy ass for reminding me of that shit for the millionth fucking time.
“I was drunk and eighteen, Maisy.” I place her down on her feet and lock my door behind me. “It was the worst mistake of my life, but I was a kid.”
She gets her bearings and just stares at me with those glassy eyes before she finally stutters through a response. “Pfff… Didn’t seem like a mistake since you started dating the girl the next day, you asshole.”
I shake my head. “Look, babe, I’m not having this conversation with you when you’re piss-ass drunk. Now get your damn clothes off and get into bed.”
She turns in a full circle, then steps up to me, wobbling on her toes as she tries to get in my face. “Don’t give me your judgey tone, mister.” Her pointed finger pokes my chest with every word. “And why the hell did you have to get so damn hot and all muscley?”
Her poking turns into rubbing, and my cock is now straining at the zipper. Damn, she’s fucking cute when she’s drunk. I try to hold back my grin because I know it will only piss her off further. But I can’t help but mess with her a little, wanting to get a rise out of her. “You didn’t think I was hot before? I seem to recall you saying otherwise when we were dating.”
She turns away from me and nearly falls forward, but I catch her around the waist and keep her upright, watching as she struggles to kick her boots off. Finally, she gets free of them, then she starts trying to rid herself of her shirt.
“Yeah, you were hot, but now you’re like mega hot,” she slurs as she pulls the shirt over her head and winds up tangled in it. “Shit. I’m locked in this thing. Can you unlock it?” This time, I can’t help but chuckle. So damn cute!
I move in to give her a hand with it, and the moment I have it peeled from her body, I nearly stumble myself. My girl has grown up as well. She was definitely sexy as hell back in high school, but damn, now she’s a walking centerfold. Her tits have filled out, along with all of her curves. I knew she was rocking a tight bod in her clothes, but seeing her in a lace bra with her nipples poking through the thing and the tops of them practically spilling over the cups is a whole different ball game. Fuck! How the hell am I supposed to keep my hands off her tonight?
She starts trying to peel off her skintight jeans and manages to fall onto the bed. “Help. These are locked too.”
I shake my head and bite back my grin. Why the hell I waited so long to come after her, I’ll never fucking know. But all I can say is, I’m not stopping until I make her mine. And I am definitely going to make her mine. She can fight me all she wants. But one day, her stubborn ass will finally give in to the fact that we are meant to be together. It was always supposed to be us. My heart has never wanted anyone else.
I pull her pants off and have to fight myself from diving head first between her legs. She’s wearing a matching black lace thong, and it’s got my cock leaking at the sight. Every inch of her perfect pussy is outlined by the see-through material. When we made out in high school, she was rocking some cute little cotton booty shorts. Now, she’s dressed to fucking kill my cock with one glimpse of that sexy lingerie.
“Quit staring at my pussy, mister.” She sits up and tries to point at me again, but her finger points at the side wall and down at the floor and all over as her head rolls to her shoulder. I can’t help but chuckle and shake my head. “You are never going to have it again,” she mumbles, her head struggling to lift. “Or ever. That’s right. Because you never had it. You had her instead. You chose Amber Crains.”
Her body finally gives out on her and she falls back onto the bed and passes the fuck out.
Fuck. I wish she’d just leave the past in the past. But even drunk Maisy harbors major resentment and a whole lot of anger toward me for my stupid teenage fuckup. It’s like it’s burned into her soul.
If I could go back, I would have done that night entirely different. I would have taken my girl to the prom, and when she told me she wasn’t feeling well, I would have taken her home and just held her all night long. I was too fucking immature at the time to realize she was nervous about having sex and that’s why she wasn’t feeling well. Both of us were virgins, and she was scared. But I didn’t know this until she broke up with me the next day once she found out what I’d done.
Because instead of staying with my girl, the one I was in love with, the one I’ve always been in love with, I dropped her at her front door, drove back to the hotel, and got totally shit-faced with my buddies. Then I woke up the next day in bed with a girl I couldn’t stand. I didn’t know what had happened, but from what Amber had told me, we had fucked. I had lost my virginity but not to the girl who I’d been saving myself for. Not only that, but I couldn’t remember a single moment of it happening.
I was such a mess when Maisy dumped my ass after discovering how I’d betrayed her. So when Amber was offering me comfort, I stupidly took it instead of fighting for the girl who owned my heart. I let the manipulative bitch convince me that I was better off without my Maisy, and I got sucked into a relationship I didn’t want. A relationship that made me miserable for the two fucking months that I stuck it out.
I would’ve ended things sooner, but Amber was a virgin before our prom night, too, so of course, I felt guilty for taking something considered so special. My momma raised me better than that, so I stuck things out. But the longer I dated her, the more I realized my chances of getting Maisy back were history.
I look down at my sexy-as-fuck cute little angel, and my chest grows tight. Damn. I’ve waited seven years to get her in my bed. Now she’s here, but she’s passed the fuck out. I lift her body and turn her to lie straight, then tuck her under the covers. I head into my bathroom and shower, needing to wash away all the grime from my day along with all the shitty memories that she stirred up. Honestly, the only thing I know that will cleanse me from those demons is if my girl will forgive me. It’s just taken me a really fucking long time to figure out how to get her attention. But now, I have a plan.
After I’m dried, I throw on some jogging pants and shut the lights off before crawling into bed and snuggling in close to my girl. The moment my arm is wrapped around her, she stirs, but she doesn’t jerk away as I expect. She melts right into me. The feeling of her back pressed to my front makes every single part of me heat, especially the aching muscle in my chest. Damn, I love this girl so much. She was always the one. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that I wanted her. Then, when she was assigned my science partner and gave me shit over not following the lab directions, I knew I was going to make her mine. And when we became best friends and started dating, I knew I was going to ask her to marry me one day.
I snuggle into the side of her neck, giving her a kiss on her soft skin, inhaling her sexy scent. She smells like vanilla and peaches and my sweet, silky girl. “I’m so sorry, baby.” I let the words I’ve been dying to say float as a whisper in the dark to her sleeping form. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”
And with my promise settling over my nerves, I fall into a deep, restful sleep. I haven’t felt so calm or at peace since the last time I had her in my arms. Seven years of restless nights can exhaust a man.
* * *
“Ice, I need you.”
I stir to the sound of my girl’s raspy sleepy voice. There’s barely enough light shining in from the morning sun to see, but it’s still too bright for my sensitive eyes, so they snap shut.
I nuzzle into the side of her neck, tucking her body in closer. “I’m right here, baby.”
“Ice, please.”
“Please what, babe?”
