Page 77 of Battle Scars

“She’s been dead a long goddamn time. And I’ve been stuck here, living but not. I’ve been dead right alongside her until⁠—”

“Until what, Gabe?”

“Until you.”

Something snaps inside Gabe, like it has so many times before, and he wraps his hands around my shoulders and pulls my body into his. He slams his mouth against mine and pushes his tongue past my lips, spearing me, owning me, claiming me.

He slips his hand underneath one of the spaghetti straps of my dress and slides it off my shoulder. The soft cotton material slides down my breast, exposing me only to him, and he cups the mound in his hand, flicking his thumb over the hard tip as he kisses me. Then he trails his mouth over my cheek and down the side of my neck, making me squirm, and he lifts my breast so he can take me into his mouth. I arch back so he can take more of me. The delicious pressure is building inside me, and I can’t take it. I need him. Now.

He lets me go and then straightens to his full height, spinning us around so that my back is pressed up against the door of his SUV. My eyes catch on his, and I watch the hazel darken as he grips the hem of my dress in his fist and slowly drags it up over my thighs, exposing my lace panties to him.

“Are you wet, Adrienne?”

“You know I am.”

“And who is this pussy wet for?”

“You,” I whisper. Then he dips his hand down the front of my panties, straight to the very heart of me, and drives two fingers in, taking me to my tiptoes. “Yes.”

I hold on to his shoulder as he pumps his fingers into me over and over, driving me higher and higher, as fast as he can make me go. I’m seconds away from flying apart when he quickly withdraws his fingers, making me cry out.

He turns me so that my front is pressed up against the car. The cool glass of the window stings my hard nipple, and I hear him working his belt and his fly from behind me. He lifts my skirt up over my ass and pulls my panties down around my upper thighs, trapping my legs together.

He tilts my hips back just a bit, and I feel the tip of him at my opening for barely a second before he drives all the way in. I gasp as he bites out a curse. With my legs pinned this way, I feel every hard inch of him deep inside me.

“Oh, God,” I pant. “More.”

He slides out almost all the way and then thrusts back in. His movements are hard and sharp. I feel the bite of the rough way he’s taking me, and I want it. I need it. After everything that’s happened, the secret that was spilled, I think we both need to feel something raw and real.

He pushes his hand under the front of my skirt and finds my clit. It’s hard for him to maneuver his way between my legs with how tight my undies have me bound, but Gabe manages to do it. He drags his fingertip against me where I need him the most as he pounds into me from behind, fucking me with an honest brutality.

“Gabe,” I gasp, and it’s not long before I come around him in an earth-shattering way that turns my world upside down.

He pumps into me again and again. I brace myself against the side of the car, because my legs have long since turned to Jello, and the car and his cock feel like the only things holding me up right now. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He drives deep inside me, as deep as he can get, and buries his face in the side of my neck, my hair drowning out his groan in the night as he empties himself into me.

Our harsh breathing is the only sound in the air as we stand there, still connected in the most intimate of ways.

He places a gentle kiss on my neck and then pulls out. I hate the distance that I feel growing between us, and yet, it feels like once again, everything has changed.

TWENTY-SEVEN

IN THE MOONLIGHT

Gabe

Adrienne is so tight like this, with her legs bound together, that it feels like my cock can’t even fit. It’s so good and too much, all at the same time. No one does it for me like she does and no one would let me, let alone, encourage me to fuck out my feelings after I tell them that my wife’s been dead for a long time but being in my hometown is fucking me up in the head.

I thrust into her sweet cunt once, twice, before I bury myself deep, as deep as I can possibly go inside of her, and groan into the sweet smell of her dark hair as she rips my orgasm from me. Our harsh breathing is the only sound outside the tavern besides the music bleeding out through the doors. I press my mouth to the side of her neck and breathe in more of the scent that I can never get enough of and let my softening dick slide out of her before I tuck myself back into my jeans.

I silently groan at the sight of my cum slipping out of her pussy. I pull her panties up to keep me with her longer, then let her skirt slide down to cover her gorgeous ass. I fill my lungs with air so thick with heat and humidity you can chew it and take her small hand in mine, feeling the callouses that are similar to the ones on my own hands, and I lead her around to the passenger side of the car. This woman knows hard work and is about as far from the spoiled brat I had originally accused her of being.

The tension in the car is thick enough to cut with a knife as we ride silently back to the hotel. It feels so weird being back here with her. Sure, it’s work, but this is also my home. I grew up less than fifty miles from here and our base camp is less than twenty. It’s fucking with my head having Adrienne so close to Macy’s memories but after showing her all of my cards in the parking lot, I can’t focus on the past. The only thing my brain has room for is Adrienne and my obsession with her.

I pull into the hotel lot and cut the engine. I climb from the SUV and walk around to the passenger side where she waits for me. After I pull open her door, I grab her by the waist, pulling her from the vehicle. She slowly slides down my body until her feet touch the pavement, letting her feel how hard I am for her all over again.

Silently, I hold my hand out for her, and she doesn’t make me wait as she slides her palm to mine and I lead her into the hotel. We walk through the lobby and to the elevator.