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He ripped his arm out of my hand, a disgusted expression on his face. “Talk? What’s there to talk about? Go be with Jack. I don’t want you anymore.”

I reared back like he’d slapped me. His words pained me more severely than anything I’d ever experienced. It shouldn’t because I’d been the one pushing him away all this time. Now I knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end, and it was gutting me.

“I don’t want Jack. I never loved him.” I wiped away tears from under my eyes. “I love you.” The words left my lips on their own accord, and I was glad.

He sneered as if my declaration was poison. “Don’t you fucking play with my emotions, Eve. I’m so fucking done waiting on you to see that we belong together, to fight for us. I’m done!”

For the first time since Art and I started, I believed I’d pushed him to his limit. My chest felt like it collapsed on my heart.

I broke us. I’ve lost him.

No. Fight for him!

I cautiously stepped toward him and took his hand. When he didn’t pull away, I laced our fingers together. “I want you, but I’m afraid. I came here to talk about you with Jack. We were only having lunch when you arrived.”

The pain in Art’s eyes pierced my heart. I never wanted to hurt him. “Did he touch you? Try anything with you?” His breathing was rapid, but his voice had lowered. “Jesus, if he laid his hands on you, Eve. I’ll go ballistic. All this time, I believed I was the first man you’d been with since Matt died. No one touches what’s mine.”

“I’m so sorry. He didn’t touch me.” I cupped the back of his neck and kissed his warm lips. “He didn’t, baby. I’m yours.” And just like that, I was all in. I was still afraid of the blowback we’d get but losing Art would end me.

He put me against the door and held my face in his hands. “Repeat what you just said, the last part.”

“I’m yours, but I’m afraid what being together might do to my sons and the club.”

“We’ll figure it out together.” He captured my lips and pulled me into his embrace.

We went after each other frantically, all tongues and hands pawing at each other.

I couldn’t deny him, deny me anymore. I just didn’t know how it would all work out between us, my sons, and the club. I wouldn’t think about any of it now.

All I wanted was to enjoy this time with Art before it all went up in smoke.

14

Art

I lifted Eve’s blouse over her head and tossed it on the floor.Mine, she was mine and had said it herself. I pecked soft kisses on her cleavage, burying my face between her breasts. This was the first time I could have her fully naked.

“No rushing today, Eve. I’m going to have all of you, understand me, all of you?”

“Yes,” she said in a breathy tone. “But remember, I’ve given birth to twins. My stomach is marked up.”

I dropped to my knees in a worshipping manner. “You’re perfect.”

“Don’t lie.”

I looked up at her. “Do you see the love and desire in my eyes?”

She nodded.

I brushed the tips of my fingers against the stretch marks, caressing her delicate skin. “Do you feel the love in my touch?”

She melted against my hands. “God, yes.”

Hooking my thumbs into her panties, I tugged them down along with her skirt and licked a trail from her belly button down to her clit. My cock was in pain, desperate and needy for Eve’s addictive pussy, but it had to wait. It was cruel, no question, torturous for sure. Too fucking bad.

“Art,” she gasped, her legs nearly buckling.

“I love you, Eve.” I raised to my feet. “I love every inch of you. It goes beyond sex, sweetness. When I’m with you, I feel whole.” I led her to the bed. “I exist for you.”

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