Page 23 of The Last Heir


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“For fuck’s sake.” I pulled her into my arms, brushing back her hair through the wracking sobs that left her. Time stretched out as she went in and out of episodes. The weight of her in the crook of my shoulder was somehow comforting, and I didn’t realize as I started to drift off. It wasn’t until Fay’s arm wrapped around my waist that my eyes opened. I should go. Deep down, I knew that. She was peaceful now. But she was also beautiful. Beautiful and holding to me tighter as her thigh slid between mine. Weight. Emptiness. Yes…that hole inside me. Why was I suddenly aware of it?

“I don’t want you to go.” She nuzzled her face past my robe, rubbing against my skin with her nose. As if reality dawned unconsciously, she pulled back, her lids shooting open.

“Someone looks scared. You should be.”

Crying continued softly. She wiped her face, burying it in her hands. No accusations. No freak-out at my threat.

“The dreams. They won’t stop. “

“Who were you dreaming of just now?”

Fay’s hands lowered enough to show her eyes. “Why?”

I hesitated, the anger staying in my tone as I thought of her calling out to someone else. Why should I even care? I didn’t know this woman, but she was trying to have my kid. Hadn’t she said she’d just gone through a breakup?

“You didn’t want them to leave.”

“I wasn’t dreaming.”

“But you said—”

“I was talking to you, Aimon. I wasn’t dreaming. I just wasn’t quite awake. I knew you were here. I remember. I saw.” Fay stopped, aggravation making her turn away from me. I immediately pulled her body into mine, wrapping tightly around her from behind. Maybe a little too tight giving the sound she let out.

“You saw what?”

“You. When I was crying earlier. I woke up and saw you.”

“And you didn’t care?”

“I’m starting to.” She gave a jerk, only causing me to grip tightly again. “I just don’t want to be alone right now. I want to go home. I want to wake up.”

My eyes closed at her nearly silent sobs. I should have left when I had the chance. I should have never got in her bed to begin with. But the cake wasn’t done with me, and here I was, holding a woman who part of me loathed.

“Let it out. I’m here.”

“You don’t have to be. Just go, Aimon. I’ll be fine.”

“George would never forgive me if I left you like this. Don’t misunderstand what I’m saying by that. I’m pissed like hell at you. More than that, actually, but you can pay for what you did later. Right now, you need someone, and you need to sleep. I’m that person. Do you understand?”

A sniffle filled the room as she tried to put distance between our bodies. She didn’t want me holding her any more than I wanted to, but she couldn’t be alone, either. From my tone, she knew I wasn’t giving her a choice. I was here, and I wasn’t leaving.

Chapter 7

Fay

It was me. Again.

Me touching him. Me initiating as I gripped around his hard cock. Aimon’s moans registered through the fog of my mind. I was on fire again. Needing. Needing…His sounds burned into my brain exposing the arousal that had been so far away, yet so near. Had I not caused enough damage with what I’d already done? Now, this? What the hell was wrong with me? Could I die of mortification already? If not that, could it be embarrassment?

Green’s eyes were barely opened, but enough that I knew I was in trouble. Slowly, I let go, turning to hide. Or maybe I’d meant to slide out of the bed and run? I didn’t make it inches before he had me on my back, covering me with his body. The pants that left him were enough indication that he was pissed. Very, very pissed.

“You. Feeling better, I see.”

“I was sleeping. I didn’t know; I swear.” My head turned, only for him to bring me back to face him.

“Sure, you were. Nice try. I helped you last night. I was there for you, and you try to have your way with me again? Are you worried you didn’t succeed producing an heir the first time?”

“Go to hell.”

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