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Me. She choseme.
All those years ago, and again, right now. Any guy would give their left nut to be in my position between her gorgeous thighs, but I’m the lucky sonofabitch that gets to have her. My duchess. My fucking queen.
My luna, my wolf whispers somewhere in the back of my mind, and that only has me hammering into her harder as she screams out in ecstasy.
I spread her legs wider, lowering them to either side of my hips as I lean down over her, wrapping an arm around her back. As if her body is completely attuned to mine, she immediately loops her arms around my neck and I press a kiss to her lips as I lift her up, holding her against me and impaling her on my cock.
This is decidedly the best part of the size difference between us. Sloane’s so fucking small that I can throw her around, maneuvering her effortlessly. She clings to me as I grasp her hips, guiding her over my cock to meet every hard snap of my own.
She licks against my lips, forcing her tongue past them and stealing another filthy hot kiss as I fuck her standing up. Then I twist around, lowering us both until my ass meets the ledge and settling her over my lap so she can ride me. Her knees slide down to rest on the concrete at either side of my hips and she leans back, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she grinds down over my cock, chasing her own pleasure while ratcheting mine up to new heights.
If you’d told me this morning that I’d be up here on this rooftop, buried in Sloane’s cunt this afternoon, I would’ve laughed in your face. But now I realize how inevitable this was, even without the soul-crushing realization that someone purposefully kept us apart. Sloane and I are like two magnets, destined to collide. The harder we fight it, the harder we come crashing together.
I yank Sloane’s body into my chest, capturing her lips with my own as she rides me, thrusting my hips up to meet every drop of hers. Tilting my head to deepen our kiss, I swallow her moans- then I wrap an arm around her waist, twisting to lay her down on the ledge again, one of my legs still planted on the ground and the other knee pressed to the concrete.
Drawing one of her thighs up between us, I lean over her lithe body, licking a path between her breasts and up the column of her throat. I pepper kisses along her jaw, working my way up to her temple, pressing my lips to her scar. It may be a painful reminder of the past, but it’s part of our story, part ofus. Following the jagged path of it, I kiss my way along the ridge of her scar all the way up to her forehead, burying my cock deep inside her and circling my hips.
Her fingernails score my biceps as a keening cry leaves her lips, the friction of my pelvis against her clit nudging her closer to climax. “You gonna come all over my cock, Dutch?” I pant, pressing my forehead to hers and staring into her eyes as I drive my cock inside her harder.
“Yes,” she gasps, digging her fingernails into my skin. “Fuck, I’m close.”
Shit, me too. My muscles clench, balls drawing up as I pound into her perfect fucking pussy, losing myself in the bliss of being inside her.
“Give it to me,” I rasp, grinding harder against her clit. “Come for me, babe. Right now.Fuck…” My words trail off on a guttural groan as her inner walls spasm around my shaft, shoving me right over the edge of my own climax. We both come hard, shuddering and moaning and grasping onto one another for dear life as we ride it out.
We’re both breathless when we come back down. I pull out and roll off her body, falling limply onto the concrete beside her, completely fucking spent.
“Damn, Duke,” Sloane rasps, still trying to catch her breath. She turns her head to gaze at me, a sated smile creasing her lips.
I can’t help but return it, stretching my arm up and curling it beneath my head as my chest rises and falls rapidly with my breathing. “Better than it ever was,” I murmur, my chest aching with that admission.
It feels strange, to suddenly be open with her like this after building walls around my heart to keep her out for so long, but everything’s different now.
My stomach sinks like a stone at that thought. Because if I’m being honest, I have no idea where to go from here.
26
Dread settles in my gut as Madd pulls his Jeep into the driveway of the Riverton packhouse, shifting the gear into park and cutting the engine. The two of us barely exchanged a word the whole drive over, each lost in our own thoughts while the air inside the vehicle grew increasingly thick with tension. At this point, it’s practically suffocating, but there’s no turning back now that we’re here.
My dad has to be responsible for blocking our communication with one another. It’s the only logical explanation I can think of- he sent me to Denver because he thought it’d prevent me from continuing to get into trouble, and when we were teenagers, Madd Kessler was the definition of trouble. Given his role in the accident and how my dad blamed him for my getting hurt, it tracks that he’d take things a step further and make sure I’d remain cut off from Madd once I got to Denver.
It breaks my heart to think my dad would do that to me, but it doesn’t make sense for it to be anyone else. And on the heels of the two of us patching things up earlier today, the realization that he’s the most likely culprit behind the cruel block in communication stings even more.
I feel the heavy weight of Madd’s gaze on the side of my face, but all I can do is stare out the window numbly at the house I grew up in, both anxious and terrified to get out of his Jeep and go inside.
I’ve never been a big fan of confrontation. I’m more of asmile-and-pretend-that-everything’s-finetype of girl than one to rush in, guns-a-blazing. Case in point: the man sitting next to me. How many times should I have gone running in the other direction when he came at me with some cold-hearted bullshit about how I wasn’t welcome back here? But instead of running, I kept wandering back into the wolf’s den, clinging to the memories of how we used to be and the hope that somehow, some way, we’d get back there.
There’s so much more we could’ve been. We missed out on eight years of our lives together- and sure, maybe things wouldn’t have worked out between me and Madd in the end, but that wasourchoice to make, not anybody else’s. Nobody had the right to sabotage our relationship by cutting off our contact.
It’s with that thought that I finally tear my gaze from the house, reaching down to unbuckle my seatbelt and swinging my head sideways to look at Madd. “Maybe I should go in there and talk to him first,” I suggest.
He shakes his head with a frown. “I don’t think so.”
“Madd…”
“No, Sloane!” he snaps, banging the heels of his hands against the steering wheel.
I flinch, startled by his outburst, and he quickly reins it in, drawing a deep breath and composing himself.
