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BECK
You knew the deal.
I can’t believe she fucking said those words to me, but I knew the minute Mueller told me he’d seen her with Jeremy that this needed to end. That we’d reached the point where any reasonable person would just fucking give up.
I grip the handlebars of my bike and bank hard to the right, faster than I should.
Caring for someone will rip your heart out. It’s what turns a normal guy like my dad into a monster who throws shit at his ex-wife and can’t have a single conversation without calling her a whore.
If Kate wants Caleb after all this time, then she needs to leave, and I guess I’m free to do whatever the fuck I want. To stay out all night, to sleep with someone else. I’m just too fucking whipped to do it. And I don’t want to hurt her, though she’s got no compunction whatsoever about hurting me.
I ride for another hour, considering my options, before I head home.
I’m not going to be the one who destroys everything. She seems to be doing that pretty well all on her own.
She’s still awake, sitting on the couch and looking just like the girl I once met, the one who hadn’t been completely hardened by life. I want to shake her until she fucking sees what she’s doing to both of us.
I head toward my room instead. Nothing good can come of a conversation right now.
“Beck?” she asks from behind me.
I turn, glaring at her. “What?”
She runs her index finger over her lip as she climbs from the couch, looking up under long lashes, her gaze hungry and certain, as if she intends to eat me alive. Her hips sway as she approaches and she doesn’t look away as she reaches to the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head, letting her hands palm her breasts as she does it.
“What are you doing?” My voice is a low growl, tinged with disgust at both of us. I know exactly what she’s doing. I also know it will work.
Her hand goes to the button of her jeans. She shimmies out of them and reaches back to unclasp her bra.
“Stop,” I say roughly.
But she doesn’t. The bra comes off and I take her in, against my will. She has the tightest, most perfect body I’ve ever laid eyes on, lean and muscular, her breasts just slightly larger than what could fit in my hand. She steps close enough for her breasts to brush against my shirt, and I’ve had enough.
I push her to the wall and she gasps.
“What the fuck are you doing, Kate?” I grab her hand and hold it against my hard cock. “Is this what you want? Are you fucking happy now?”
Her eyes grow glazed, heavy lidded, and her breathing is uneven. Our mouths are close enough to brush if either of us moved forward, and I slide my hand down into her panties, pushing my fingers between her legs to find her so wet and ready that I’m giving in to her before I’ve admitted I’m going to do it. I grab her arm and pull her into my room, shoving her on the bed. She watches me push my jeans down, her lips swollen though I haven’t touched them. I strip her soaked little panties off and pin her wrists over her head as I thrust into her hard, without warning, wishing I could save her sharp gasp to replay later.
“Like that, Kate?” I hiss. “Is that what you wanted?”
I thrust again. “Answer me. Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes,” she breathes, stretching out like a cat beneath me, wanting more. I release her wrists and grab both of her hips, pulling her onto me as I thrust. I’d like to go slowly, to torture her until she’s desperate and apologetic and will say anything to get off, but I have as little control as she does. All too fast she’s clenching around me, telling me she’s about to come.
There’s a sharp tug in my gut. I push harder, faster, filling her with a low groan.
Beneath me, her face is flushed, her mouth open. Hungry for more. So beautiful and so hard to look at right now.
“That didn’t fix anything,” I tell her, pulling out.
She gives me a smug little smile. “You already want to do it again though, don’t you?”
I grab her thighs and tug her down the bed toward me, letting my teeth sink into her hip.
Yeah, I already want to do it again, but no matter how many times she comes tonight, no matter how many timesIcome, it’s still going to hurt to look at her.
And I’ll still know it needs to end.
