Page 127 of In Your Wake

She pushes up onto her elbows, staring at me, then at my cock. She smirks. “Don’t worry. I won’t break.”

I wrap my fingers around her ankle, my short nails sinking into her skin, and bury myself deep with one hard thrust. She lets out an earth-shattering moan that rattles my insides, then she reaches out and runs her fingers along my lower stomach beneath my shirt.

I lean in, bringing one hand to her throat, holding her tight, but not too tight, and press my weight down over her, forcing her to bend her leg all the way back.

Fuck, she handles it so well. At this angle, she’s opened up to me and as promised, I fuck her, rough and senseless, letting go of everything that’s been buzzing in my head.

Soon—too soon—her muscles tense around me, gripping me tight, and all I hear is her screaming my name. The only thing on my mind is how unbelievable this is and how I never want it to end. I’ve never felt more accepted and seen than I do at this moment.

Not even when I’ve been on the ice.

But then my eyes drift to the rain-streaked window. Dark clouds have slipped in, hiding all signs of the sun. I’m torn from my bliss, shoved back into the reality of what happened today and of what’s still to come.

Max brings one of her hands to my throat, gripping it lightly, but with enough pressure to get my attention. “Come back to me.”

I blink the invading thoughts away and focus on her eyes, her skin, her tits, her pretty pussy, and that cute little tuft of apricot hair.

She’s here with me. She wants to be with me.

Looking down at where we’re joined, seeing how well she takes me, how I fit into her perfectly, my lust reignites and I slam into her, releasing a grunt with every forceful thrust. I spot a tear run down her cheek, and my heart aches with guilt. This is too rough. I may have fantasized about this, but it shouldn’t be happening this way. Not now, when we’re both so damn vulnerable.

I slow down and pull out, but her eyes burst open. “What are you doing?”

I swipe the tear from her cheek. “I’m hurting you.”

“No, you’re not,” she says with a soft smile, swatting my hand away. Then she grips the waistband of my pants like reins and pulls me against her. She reaches down, grabs my cock and lines me up. “I’m a big girl. I want this. And you promised you wouldn’t take it easy on me.”

The heat in her voice sends a shiver down my spine, and my shaft pulsates in her hand.

Slowly, I ease back into her, my feet digging into the mattress beneath me.

“Harder.” She runs her hands behind me and grips my ass, drawing me closer.

And I do what she says because goddammit she’s right, I need something good. We both do.

The bed whines in protest beneath us. The wooden headboard slams into the wall, leaving dents in the plaster. Every thrust turns the creamy white skin of her thighs pink, but I keep going. Every one of her whimpers, every movement, chips away at the age-old barriers between us.

This isn’t true healing. It’ll take much more than a good fuck to tear down our walls.

What we need is a goddamn wrecking ball.

Tiny shudders and spasms make her shake beneath me and she locks her eyes on mine. The depth in her gaze reaches into me and makes me see the truth. She’s not only what I want, she’s what I need.

What I’ve always needed.

I keep fucking her until I’m blinded by the pressure in my balls. Until she comes, her muscles so tight, I barely pull out on time. Warm spurts of cum shoot from my tight grip, landing onto her belly, marking her in a way I never thought I wanted.

Disappointment that I couldn’t come inside her and that I won’t ever be able to make her truly mine, fills my tense body. I’m suddenly overcome with wanting so much more from her. I want everything. Not just a temporary fix.

This longing permeates my muscles and swims through my veins.

But I’ve been here before, I remind myself. Inundated by foolish wishes that won’t ever come true.

Max

I’m so deliciously sore, and I realize this is what I’ve been missing—someone I could let go with. Someone who won’t judge me for expressing what I need and desire. And most importantly, someone who would give it to me.

And I’ve got to say, it’s refreshing as hell.