“Noah,” she breathes out, a sharp inhale following. “Oh God,Noah.” Her voice breaks into a moan, as her thighs tense around my head. The muscles tremble as I move faster, and she matches me.
Her nails break my skin as she finally reaches her peak, her orgasm causing her to cry out. It’s the prettiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard in my life, and before I can let her finish, I raise up, and line my cock up.
I thrust it into her, getting to feel the pulses of her ecstasy. “This is heaven,” I groan, her wetness and warmth swallowing me. “Fuck, Rue.Fuck.”
Her eyes latch onto mine in the moonlight, her fingertips caressing my biceps. “I’m sorry, Noah.”
I shake my head, as I thrust into her, grinding my hips against her. “No, this is enough, Rue. This is enough.” I lean down, resting my forehead against hers. “Fuck.”
She captures my mouth with hers, pulling me to her. I kiss her again, and honestly, maybe we don’t know each otheranymore. But in this moment, it’s the closest I’ve ever come to someone.
Rue is the only woman I’ve ever loved.
And as I explode inside of her, she wraps her legs around my waist. I stutter, letting out a primal groan that pierces the night. It’s not romantic to fuck in the ravine, but for us…
It makes the most goddamn sense.
I rest on my elbows as we both come down from the moment, Rue’s hot tears soaking my skin. Maybe she knows this is never going to last past this ravine, too.
“Noah,” she whispers into my neck. “I have a plan.”
I let out a sigh, and push off the ground, ignoring the pang of disappointment as I slide out of her. “Interesting.” I reach for her clothes, handing them to her one piece at a time.
“We can leave together,” she urges, as she tugs her sweater over her head. “We could leave this place and drive south.”
I blink a few times, trying to process this sudden devotion. “Um… What about your mom?”
“What about her?” Rue snaps at me, her brow furrowed. “She can get around fine, and I’ve been living in California since that summer you were arrested and my dad passed away.”
The whole idea seems idealistic, borderline stupid. And again, I needed Rue to see me, acknowledge what she did. She can’t fucking stay with me forever. It can never happen.
I eye her.“You’re going to get in trouble.”
“So?” Rue stands to her feet, brushing the sand off her body, no longer shivering anymore. “I killed Matthew. We both know that.”
“Okay…” My voice trails off, because this all just seems way too fucking grand. “But the Marshals probably have the area sectioned off.”
“They said they were going to do a search, but they haven’t started yet… That I know of.” Rue chews on her lower lip, her hair as wild as her plan. “Please. I need to make it up to you.”
Ah, so this isn’t about love. It’s aboutguilt.
And still I hate that I wantto agree to it.
But it’s not what’s best for her.
“You can’t run with me.” My voice is stern. “It’s not what you deserve. I meant what I wrote to you, Rue. I don’t want some kind of ever-lasting commitment from you. I just wanted you to see me and acknowledge me. You did. So, it’s done.”
The hurt on her face is like a dagger in my chest. “Don’t throw this away, just because it’s hard.”
But I really don’t get it.
I jerk my shirt down to cover my exposed stomach. “Whatis there to throw away? A childhood friendship? A couple times of having sex in the grimy fucking woods? You’re here because you feel like you owe me, not because you really love me. You didn’t even remember me. Youforgotme.”
A tear slips down her cheek. “I never really forgot.”
“Oh right,” I scoff. “All that trauma tore us apart. My parents got a divorce, we lost touch, and then you had no problem falling for someone else.”
“I was just a teenager,” she whimpers, reaching for me. “I’ll do anything for you, Noah.”
