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“Neither of us did,” I reply quickly, giving a little shake of my head.
“When I find out who did this, they’re fucking dead,” Madd grumbles, squeezing me tighter. I feel every one of his emotions behind his grip on me- the possessiveness, the longing, the regret. That last one’s the hardest to swallow, because even though we just found out we’ve both been played, there’s no un-doing the hell he’s put me through over the past few weeks. The things he did inflicted much deeper damage than that gunshot today.
I push it all out of my mind, not wanting it to taint this moment- because this right here is the reunion I dreamed of after I was shipped away to Denver; the two of us holding one another, refusing to let go. It’s the reunion we both deserved but were senselessly deprived of.
Madd presses his forehead against mine, squeezing his eyes shut like he’s savoring this closeness as much as I am; our two jagged, broken hearts colliding, fusing to try to fill in the cracks. “What are we supposed to do now?” he asks, his eyes fluttering open to stare into mine.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip, subtly shaking my head as I whisper, “I don’t know.”
He heaves a sigh, running a hand up the curve of my spine. “Sloane, If I knew, I never would’ve said the things I did, never would’ve…”
“Shh,” I hush, placing a finger over his lips to cut him off and leaning my face in closer to his. “Not now, Madd. Right now, I just… I want to forget the last eight years ever even happened.”
I grind my hips down over his lap and his eyes blaze with the metallic shimmers of his wolf, peeking out at me through his irises. My own wolf rises to the surface to peek back, and I slide my hand from his face down to his chest, dipping lower until I reach his beltline. Then I lean in, whispering against his lips huskily. “Make me forget.”
25
The last time Sloane and I fucked on this rooftop, we were a couple of clumsy teenagers, ripping each other’s clothes off with desperate urgency.
Now, eight years later, it seems we’re no different.
As soon as she rolls her hips over my lap, my cock springs to attention like a heat-seeking missile, all my blood rushing south. Sloane Masters has ruined me for other women- she’s fuckingperfection, and ever since she walked back into my life and gave me a taste of what I’ve been missing, I haven’t been able to look at anyone but her.
It’s always beenher.
And that really pissed me the fuck off when I thought she’d spent the last eight years ignoring my existence. But now…
“Make me forget.”
Her lips brush against mine with every whispered word, and I grab her by the nape and yank her closer, capturing them with my own before she can change her mind. Our lips pout and twist, parting for our tongues to tangle as she grinds down over my rapidly hardening cock, chasing the friction of the ridge of it against her core.
I should take my time with her. Make this count. But instead it’s like we’re thrown back in time, two horny teenagers frantic to get each other naked as quickly as possible.
Within seconds of our lips meeting, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes in a frenzy to remove the barriers between our skin. Her shirt comes off first, followed by my own. Then I’m yanking up the band of her sports bra, her tits spilling out right into my hands as she tugs it off overhead. I give them a rough squeeze, murmuring my approval before lifting her off my lap and taking her in my arms. Shooting to my feet, I spin around to lay her down on the wide concrete ledge, lowering my face over her chest and sucking one of those perfect nipples into my mouth.
Sloane’s curly dark hair pools beneath her head as her back meets the smooth surface of the ledge, my body hovering over hers. I swirl my tongue around her nipple, rolling the stiff peak between my teeth as a breathy gasp falls from her lips.
“Madd,” she moans, sinking her fingers into my hair and tugging at the strands.
Fuck, I love when she says my name like that.
I release her nipple with a loud pop, lifting my head to look up at her gorgeous face. “Yeah baby?”
“More,” she pants, arching up into me at the same time she tugs my head back down, shoving her tits right in my face. If she’s trying to suffocate me in her cleavage, I can think of worse ways to go.
I lick my way over to her other breast, giving it the same treatment as the first- tracing the outline of her nipple with my tongue, then sucking it into my mouth, teasing the hard bud with my teeth as more needy little cries fall from her lips.
Sloane has always loved it when I play with her tits. Back when we first started fooling around, I swear I got her off once on nipple play alone.
Her legs wrap around my waist to draw me in closer as I continue worshipping her breasts with my hands and tongue. Our height difference puts me at a distinct disadvantage, because I can feel the heat of her core against my abs instead of where I really want it, my hard dick pressing painfully against the concrete underneath us.
Fuck this.
I give each of her tits one last kiss, one last squeeze, then rock back on my heels, rising to my knees over her.
She looks like a fucking goddess lying below me, the top half of her body naked, tits shiny with my saliva and a flush crawling up her neck. Her lips are deliciously puffy, parted as she draws short, gasping breaths of anticipation.
“Tell me what you want, Duchess,” I murmur, reaching down to roughly cup her pussy through her leggings.
