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“Was that Chey Markham from The Wild Wind?” I found Celt’s room at the end and entered after a brief knock. The space was bigger than the one we’d once shared, but it was barren. A bed, closet and a rickety table. Celt lay on the bed in just jeans, and his eyes opened as I slipped in and shut the door. Disbelief crossed Celt’s face as he lurched upwards and rubbed a hand over his chin.
“What the fuck? Chey?” Celt asked.
“Truthfully, Celt, you don’t recall that night, do you?” Inside I was shaking, but I wouldn’t let on. If Celt swung for me this time, he’d be in for a big shock.
“No.”
“Why do the drugs?”
“Chey, I don’t remember doing them.” Celt shrugged as I tried to keep my eyes away from his bare chest. It was hard fucking going. Celt had filled out since I was last with him, and he was even more potent.
“Problem is, you meant everything you said,” I hissed, pain crossing my expression as I recalled the suffering I’d experienced. The urge to hurt Celt grew as I stared at him. The boy I’d loved was long gone, crumbled to dust, but Celt remained, and it was Celt who’d harmed me. I hadn’t screwed a man since Drew, and fifteen years was an eternity without sex. And in front of me was a chiselled god, and I could punish Celt for hurting me. I took a step towards Celt and licked my lips. Celt’s eyes flew to my face, and I saw confusion there.
“You know, you were the only guy I’ve ever fucked,” I whispered, my hand dropping to the hem of my tee. Was I going to do this? I didn’t think, just yanked the top over my head as Celt swallowed. My body was fit; I knew that much. I kept it in shape and worked out regularly.
“Chey,” Celt muttered. Celt reminded me of a cornered kitten; well, this lioness wanted blood. I moved, undoing my bra and dropping it on the floor before shucking my jeans as I reached the bed. I’d little control over the passion my body was feeling, and I was flooded with it. Celt said nothing as I leaned down and kissed his neck lightly. That spot never failed to arouse Celt, and I was correct now. Rough hands came up and clasped my waist, hauling me on top.
“Fuck,” Celt muttered and drew my mouth to his. His lips claimed mine and his tongue plundered, commanding and duelling. Our mouths made love to one another, neither one of us willing to cede control and flaring the passion between us hotter. Celt shifted his hips and twisted, landing me on my back as he covered me with his large, warm body. Celt’s skin was smooth to touch and hot. Heat seeped into me, driving thoughts from my head as I felt his cock pressing into me.
Two hands cupped my breasts, kneading and pleasuring them while I unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. The wetness between my legs intensified as we struggled for dominance. Celt slapped my ass hard, and I bit a nipple in retaliation. My hand wrapped around Celt’s dick as I slipped beneath him and caressed his chest with my mouth. Celt was glorious, warm satin skin over thick corded muscle. My fingers explored as I used my weight to roll Celt onto his back.
Without missing a beat, I rolled on top and investigated Celt’s contoured planes. Celt had been fit and hot as a young man, but now he was downright sexy. I nestled between his legs and licked his balls. Celt’s hips thrust as I recalled how sensitive his balls were, and I spent several minutes playing while I grasped his cock hard and jerked Celt off. His cock was thicker, longer than I remembered, and I could imagine it filling me deep inside. Not that Celt hadn’t satisfied me, but now the girth would be a struggle, and I relished it.
Greedily, I worshipped Celt’s body from his mouth to his feet, kissing my way down tautly muscled thighs and slim roped calves. Celt shivered under my fingers as I massaged his muscles while my tongue traced outlines elsewhere. Moving slowly, I finally took Celt’s dick into my mouth, taking him deep like he’d taught me many years ago. There was a trick to deep throating and not choking, and I’d lots of practice on Celt. His cock stretched my mouth to the fullest as Celt thrust. A hand grasped my head as Celt grunted and repeatedly fucked my mouth. I felt the jerk, which meant Celt was going to spill and drew away before he did.
“Cock tease,” Celt moaned as I positioned myself above him. Hands came to my hips as I grabbed his cock.
“Condom,” I replied. Celt reached over to the table, and I held myself off while Celt pulled on protection. As soon as Celt removed his hands, I shoved my wet core onto him. His cock slammed into me with the force of a bulldozer, making me cry out and arch my back in pleasure. I pushed down as Celt lifted, and a strangled moan escaped as I took him entirely to the hilt. I pressed Celt onto the bed as he attempted to lift himself up, and I placed my palms on his chest and allowed my body to ride his. Our movements were as one. It was like we’d never been apart.
We were slick with sweat and lust. Celt’s smell, one I’d never forgotten even though I’d tried to drive it from my mind, drove me frantic. There was something uniquely sexual about Celt’s scent, and I let it fill my nostrils. Celt shoved my hands from his chest and surged upwards, wrapping my legs around his waist. He thrust into me, clasping me tightly, and I felt the start of my orgasm.
“Harder,” I gasped as Celt happily obliged. Celt came just mere moments before I exploded around his cock, my walls clenching, milking him for every drop. I ground my clit against Celt as I milked my first release for fifteen years. Celt grunted as he released me and fell back with me on top. That was something we used to do constantly, comfort after sex. Not this time. Allowing myself a moment of closeness, one last little bit of nostalgia, I moved and swung around to the edge of the bed. Celt stiffened as he saw I was yanking on my underwear and jeans.
“What the fuck, Chey?” Celt growled as he yanked the blanket over his waist and sat up. I ran my fingers through my hair, causing my breasts to bounce, and Celt’s eyes were briefly drawn there.
“I’m getting dressed, Celt,” I replied, reaching for my bra and shuffling to the end of the bed. Um, I discovered my trainers there; I hadn’t even realised I’d kicked them off. I slipped my feet into them and pulled on my tee. When I turned back to Celt, he watched me through narrowed eyes that were part anger and part frustrated.
“Oh, you were going to play me!” I gasped and giggled. Celt admitted nothing. “You aimed to screw me and then kick me out as punishment for not telling you about Jesse. The player got played!” Celt’s eyes flared.
“Was that what you planned, Chey? To lose your head over me again?” Celt murmured, looking smug. “Those reactions and cries couldn’t be faked.”
“Oh hell no, I needed a fuck, and you provided it. I’m thankful for that!” I shot back. The fact I had frustrated Celt’s own plans amused me to no end.
“Anytime you need one, baby, you know where to come,” Celt grinned in an effort to press my buttons. I straightened my tee and gave up trying to tame my hair.
“Oh, I do.” I opened the door, and Celt snorted. I spun back and stared.
“Seriously, you’re gonna walk out; they’ll guess what we’ve been up to,” Celt said. Again, Celt took a poke at the younger me. I’d hated people guessing when we were making love.
“Celt, this was just a fuck. Think you’re reading more into it than me. After all, I wouldn’t have a relationship with the man who beat me to make me miscarry his child. A screw yeah, for old times’ sake, but nothing else.” The underhanded jabs hit home, hurt and guilt swamped Celt’s face. Bingo. “Now you know what pain feels like, Drew, and I’ll remind you every day,” I hissed and made my escape.
The rec room was full of brothers and prospects which I didn’t recognise. Tati stood at the end of the bar, her expression open and upset. I sent Tati a sharp nod and ignored the three women standing with her. Cockily, I strolled out, fighting the urge to run like the hounds of hell were after me and opened the waiting car door. Mick took a double look at my hair but wisely refrained from saying anything. I climbed in and sank back. What I had just done was the worst thing I’d ever done to someone, to harm them on purpose. Shame crept over me, and I shoved it aside.
For fifteen years I’d hurt and carried it around with no escape. Today I’d vented it and handed it to the person who deserved to suffer it. It felt strange because I had never gone out of my way to crush someone, and I wasn’t sure what I was feeling now. There was shame, vindication, and a lot of glee. My words had hurt Celt, and that was what I wanted. Of course, it wouldn’t bring Jesse’s twin back, but after dumping my pain on Celt, I felt I could move forward.
Whether or not I liked to admit it, there was no denying I’d been stagnating. When I told Celt he was the first man in fifteen years, I hadn’t lied. I’d been too terrified of being hurt again or being used as a punchbag. Now I was empowered, like through that one action of beating Celt at his own game, it had made me a winner. Celt was stronger than me physically, but today I’d won. Me, I’d won. No one had beaten me, cursed me, or insulted me. I’d not been ridiculed or made to feel small or ashamed. No, I had come out the champ. And that would keep me warm in bed tonight.
As we left the forecourt, I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t see the juggernaut heading straight for us. Mick slammed on the brakes as I held my hands out in reflex. Frantically, Mick tried steering the car away from the lorry, but it was fruitless. It hit with the impact of a wrecking ball, and our vehicle flipped several times. I luckily only saw the first as my head smashed into the window and I was knocked unconscious.
