Page 41 of Ghost Among Lies

Hayes smiled down at me. "I've never gone bare before, and I've had numerous checks since the last time I was with a woman. You have to know I would never put you in danger."

"I know," I answered softly. "Now please fuck me before I overthink this."

With his arm looped behind my back, Hayes dragged me further up the bed and settled between my legs. "Tell me if I hurt you."

I nodded even though it was a lie. There was no way I would say anything that would cause him to stop this.

Hayes notched his cock at my entrance and ever so slowly began to enter me.

I didn't want slow. I made my opinion on the matter known when I dug the heels of my feet into his ass and pulled him into me.

I didn't give him the option. I let gravity and his desire take over. At first, it felt like he was ripping me in two. But I ignored the pain and focused on the fact that finally Hayes and I were one.

Hayes dropped his forehead to mine and exhaled. "Fuck you feel so good. I waited a lifetime for this and thought I would never know what heaven felt like. Thank you for giving it to me."

"You're welcome, but if you don't move soon, I'm going to take matters into my own hands."

He didn't make me wait another moment. Hayes pulled out almost to the tip and slammed back in so hard that I moved a few inches up the bed. Gentle flew out the window, and with it, any hesitation that tried to worm its way in.

Hayes didn't slow down. He ravished me just like I asked him to. With my palm firmly planted on the wall, I accepted every hard thrust he was willing to give me.

Unlike when he went down on me, Hayes didn't prolong my next orgasm. He yanked it from my body with such force all I could do was hang on for the ride.

He fucked me through it, and just when I thought I was so sensitive I considered screaming “uncle,” he rolled us over so I was on top.

"Ride me, Sunshine. Use me to make yourself feel good."

At first, my moves were jerky. I didn't know how to make myself feel good, but with Hayes’ help, I found a rhythm that worked for us both. Before I knew it, I was once again standing on the cliff ready to soar off. Only this time, I wanted Hayes with me.

"I want you to finish with me," I begged.

"I'm close, Sunshine. Don't stop. I want to coat your pussy walls with my cum."

His words spurred me on. I rode him like my life depended on him finishing, and seconds later, I was rewarded with a roar of my name.

I liked the way his cock jerked as he finished inside me. I liked knowing I was able to do that to him.

The high didn't last long though. I was zapped of energy and flopped onto his chest. In sync, we strained to get enough oxygen into our lungs.

We lay like that for several minutes. Until finally, Hayes rolled me onto my back and slipped out of me. I whimpered both from the loss and the twinge of pain.

Of course Hayes noticed. "Let me get a washcloth to clean you up."

I closed my eyes while I waited for him to come back. He wasn't gone long, and despite not wanting to, I flinched slightly when the warm cloth hit my sensitive pussy.

"I took you too rough. You were supposed to tell me if I hurt you."

I opened my eyes and gave him a sleepy smile. "You didn't hurt me. I liked everything we did together and hope like hell we do it again soon."

Hayes tossed the washcloth onto the floor and crawled onto the mattress next to me. He grabbed the leather piece of cloth around my neck and rubbed his thumb along the band. "I miss seeing this on your finger."

I didn't hesitate. I pulled the cord over my head and untied it so the ring slipped off. Handing it over to Hayes, I gave him the honor of putting it on my finger the same way he had done when we were teenagers. Only this time, he placed a small kiss there after it was nestled on. "Thank you, and just so you know, I love you too. I never stopped. Despite everything, you've always owned my heart. You always will. This time, I will marry you, and we'll get the happily ever after we deserve."

The last piece of barbed wire I used for years to guard my heart crumbled to dust. Come hell or high water, I was holding him to that. Anyone who thought they could take it away from us again would meet my wrath.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

HAYES