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Not wanting him to catch me staring like a creeper, I walk toward him, eager to tell him everything that happened with my parents. He gave us space and made himself scarce, but now that it’s just us, I can’t hold back my anticipation at seeing him.
When he turns over his shoulder, be still my heart. I will never tire of seeing that ravenous look. I quicken my pace because I can’t get to him fast enough. With a few feet between us, I stop, smiling when the smudges of grease appear to be his new facial cream.
“Is that your beauty secret? Truck grease?” I point at his face, before covering my mouth to mute my giggles. When he runs his forearm against his forehead, it only makes things worse, and I burst into laughter. “Epic fail.”
His husky chuckles stoke my constant craving, but for now, I quash it down because it’s nice to laugh. “It’s really good for the skin. Here, let me show you.”
“Don’t you dare,” I warn, still catching my breath. My warning falls on deaf ears because when he turns, I’m about to become his prey.
It’s the ultimate standoff, and the thrill of the chase titillates me to the core. I step left, but he’s too fast, and I don’t stand a chance. He’s charging for me before I can scream mercy, but who am I kidding, I’m his willing prisoner. “Saxon! No!” I exclaim, laughing like a maniacal idiot.
I make it three steps before he scoops me into his arms and lifts me off the ground. My attempts to flee are fruitless because he has no intention of letting go. “Are you ready for your makeover?”
I playfully pound at his shoulders, struggling to dodge his advances, but it’s too late as he brushes his face against mine. I scream while choking on my laughter because he smears the caked grease from his cheeks across mine. He joins in, chuckling deeply as he rubs his face all over mine, ensuring no inch remains untouched.
When he pulls away, he’s a smudged mess, so I can only imagine what I look like. “You brute!” I cry, attempting to wiggle free.
He only tightens his hold, boosting me higher. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist so I don’t fall, but I know he won’t drop me. “Wow, so pretty,” he mocks while I smile.
Adrenaline thrums through my veins, and now that my flight response has dwindled, a different type of frenzy takes over. Our lips are a hair’s breadth away, intermingling his breath with mine. My heart beats to a cavernous cadence, and when he exhales heavily, all decency is thrown to the wind.
Tearing the hat from his head, I thread my fingers through his long hair. He moans low, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. An urge overtakes me, and I lower my chin, biting down the side of his neck. He hums, allowing me deeper access as he throws his head back. I control the rhythm with my fingers looped through his hair.
He smells amazing. All man. All mine. “Oh, fuck, Lucy,” he growls, ripping out from under my hold and smashing his lips to mine.
He dominates my mouth, sucking all the air from my lungs as he kisses me with unrestrained passion. I match his hunger, our tongues sparring as I want to consume him whole. He’s everywhere, but it’s not close enough. I climb up his body, angling my face to deepen our kiss, and when he circles my tongue with his, my whimpers rush into him.
He kisses me within an inch of my life because he unapologetically robs me of breath. We’re panting, clawing at the other, and locked this way, all I can think of is pressing our naked bodies together and joining as one.
He wraps a hand around my nape, the whiskers on his chin scraping my flesh, and it feels oh, so good. “I want you.” He licks the seam of my mouth, tasting, sampling. His desire is intoxicating.
“I want you, too.” I barely whisper because talking is the last thing I want to do. He suckles my bottom lip before parting them with his tongue.
Things are getting beyond heated, and just as I’m about to demand he take me to the barn, a loud throat clearing douses the flames licking my heated flesh. We both freeze, our eyes popping open because we know who has just witnessed our very PDA.
There is no tactful way to do this, so I slide down Saxon’s body and spin around to gingerly face Sam. The pain slashes at his downturned face, and the freedom I once felt slips away. “Sam…”
He hisses, taking a step back. “I don’t want to fight with you, Lucy.”
“I don’t either,” I reply, hands raised in surrender. I wish he’d look at me, but I understand he needs time.
I quickly swipe at my lips, wanting to wash away the evidence of my betrayal. But I stop mid stroke when Saxon’s demeanor changes, and he retreats. I’m caught in the middle once again, and that isn’t fair to anyone. So I lower my hand and suffer the consequences.
“I’m sorry for everything. I can’t take back what I did. Neither of us can. What I said to you,aboutyou, I was wrong. Please… forgive me. I know I have no right to ask this of you, after everything I did, but I need it.”
My mouth opens and closes.
“I was just so fucking angry. I still am. Everything is just still so muddled. But you’re right. This is your home as well. It’s both of ours.” He finally lifts his eyes. He looks so tired, so drained of life. “But you’ve made your choice—” his resentment is palpable “— so I think it’ll be best if we sell… you’ve moved on, and now, it’s my turn to do the same.”
Wow.
He’s right, completely right, but I just didn’t think it would happen so soon.
“And to move on…I think a good place to start is sitting on your finger.” His gaze lands on my left hand, the hand which still wears his ring.
A gasp leaves me; not because I’m wounded, but because I’d forgotten it was still on. This ring has been a part of me for so long, it’s almost become a fixture. But he is right. I wanted to part with it the morning I woke in Saxon’s arms, but with everything that has happened, it seemed like the least of my concerns.
As I run my thumb over it, just as I’ve done countless times before, the smooth surface feels foreign and so wrong. The sunlight catches the clear diamond, a beam of light sent from above proclaiming it’s time.
