I groan. “I’m clean too,fuck, are you sure?”
She plants her hands on her chest and rises up before grabbing hold of my dick, positioning it at her entrance. She slides down slowly, gasping as I fill her up, and I have to white-knuckle the bed sheets to stop myself from coming already.
Her body writhes above me, her heat all around me, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. She moves faster as I grip her hips to guide her, and her movements become choppy as she chases another orgasm.
Pleasure builds in the base of my spine as I get lost in her. She moves her hands to her breasts and grips hold of them, pinching her nipples and crying out. That’s my undoing. I grip her hips harder and thrust mine up to meet hers. She falls forward, gripping my shoulders as I band an arm around her back and pound into her as hard as I can.
She cries out my name, and I cry out hers as I spill everything I have into her until we’re both boneless and out of breath. I kiss her gently and roll her onto her side. I whisper to her. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Getting up and grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom, but by the time I get back, she’s fast asleep.
I clean us both up as best as I can and climb into bed with her, pulling her into me. She sighs as I wrap my arms around her, and she snuggles into me closer. I kiss the top of her head.
I promise her. “One day, we’ll end all of our days like this. I love you, Hayleigh.”
She doesn’t respond with words but a snore that tells me she’s already well on her way to a deep sleep.
Chapter 28
Hayleigh
The newest unopened letter lies on my coffee table, and for a moment, I imagine that it’s quarantined with tape around it. When it was pushed through the door this morning by the postman, I ran outside as fast as I could, breathless, and told him that he wasn’t to deliver any more of these letters with that address on the back.
He looked at me like I wasn’t all there, and maybe I’m not, because the feeling of not being safe in my own home because of a letter does sound ridiculous, but it’s how I feel.
I’m more upset that I am positive my mother was the one who told Pete’s mother where my new home is. The betrayal of it should hurt, and I should be completely outraged and crying, because honestly, what mother would do that to their child? Why would they tell the parents of the man who abused their daughter, belittled her behind closed doors, had a secret obsession with her best friend, which eventually turned deadly, where she now lived and was now trying to piece her life back together.
Then there’s Thea.
I haven’t spoken to her in weeks. I was so sure she wanted a life of her own, away from our parents, but maybe I had it all wrong? I’ve messaged her every single day, but I’ve had nothing back to any of those messages. Something feels off, but maybe that's me?
My front doorbell rings, and a notification pops up on my phone letting me know that someone is at my door. Thank God Nate helped me set it up on my phone; it’s one less thing to worry about, knowing I have eyes and ears on the house. When I open the app on the phone, my heart thuds wildly in my chest at the person standing on my doorstep.
My feet don’t feel quick enough as I scramble up and run to the door, unlocking it and throwing it open to find Thea standing there. I let out a disbelieving laugh before throwing my arms around her, pulling her closer to me.
I pull away, my hands still on her shoulders as I search her eyes. “Are you okay? What are you doing here?”
Tears fall from her cheeks, carving a path of sadness. “It wasn’t me who sent you that message; it was Morgana.”
I grab her hand and pull her inside, noticing she has no bags. “Please tell me this isn’t a flyby visit?”
She shrugs. “I can’t stay, I have an obligation–”
I scoff, cutting her off. “You donothaveanyobligation to that woman. You have an obligation to yourself to live the life you want. That’s what I’ve learned this past year.”
She walks over to the couch, dropping herself down. “Do I want to marry for their benefit? No, I don’t, but she said…” Her voice trails off, and she won’t look at me.
“She said what?” I press.
Finally, Thea’s eyes meet mine. “Did you know that grandad left you money, alotof money in his will?”
My brow furrows as I try to think back to when he died, but I shake my head. “No, he left me the land with the barn on, but that’s about it. There was no money.”
Thea offers a faint smile. “He did, and it’s due to be paid when you hit thirty, we’re talking six figures.”
My eyes widen, and my breath catches because, oh my shit, that could turn my life around.
But of course, life is never that easy with the Wallcrofts.
“There sounds like there could be a big but in this. I mean, I hope not because that money could help me out.”
