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“Listen, you broke me once, Lance Preston. You don’t get to come back and do it again.” There is an embarrassing hitch in my voice, and I am thankful for the darkness that hides the lone tear sliding down my face.
“Broke you? Trust me, I did you a favour,” he hisses.
Is he kidding me?“What?”
“Anyway,” he continues as though he hadn’t heard me. “You didn’t seem toobrokenwhen you had my cousin between your legs an hour after I’d left.”
I can feel tears, real tears, welling behind my eyes and my lip trembles but I swallow it all down. I will not relive the lowest moment of my life. I will not shed one more tear over Lance Preston, and I certainly will not let sadness interrupt this satisfying anger I have rolling. “Why would that bother you, Lance? If I was just some entertaining conquest for you? Fucking your cousin after you ended things with me would have been the logical response from the campus ho-bag, so why is it such a shock?”
An angry rumble emanates from his chest and his hands leave my arms, sliding to my hips where he pins me harder against the wall. He closes what little distance there had been between us, and his face is so close that I can see his expression despite the lack of light. His jaw is clenched, the muscle just below his ear ticking, and his eyes bore into mine in disgust as well as something else, something I couldn’t quite place. Pain maybe?
“I wish I didn’t want you,” he says, so quietly that I might not have heard it if I wasn’t so close.
My lips part on a sharp intake of breath. “Wha—”
His lips are on mine before I can finish that thought. He presses himself hard against me and my hands clench around the lapels of his designer jacket…to push him away. Yes. Thatwasmy intention. But my hands seem to have a mind of their own, pulling him into me and holding him there so the sensual heat of his body can’t leave mine. He plants several rough and wet open-mouthed kisses over my lips, but I stubbornly clench my jaw and won’t allow myself to melt into him.
“Open your mouth,” he demands, his breath hot against my skin. I give my head an almost imperceptible shake as my heart hammers and liquid heat pools low in my belly. “Open your fucking mouth, Elle.” His growl is pornographic and my lips part on a whimper. Lance doesn’t waste the opportunity, sealing his mouth over mine and kissing me in earnest. Our tongues swirl against each other in a dance of dominance and fire.
This was not the plan. But how can I resist the man who gave me my first sense of home? The man who had made me realise that I’d never truly been loved before him. Not by friends, not by my parents. I can’t. That’s the answer to that question. Lance’s kiss is not sweet or loving, but still I can feel something there, something that had always been there before, and it makes my emotions swell once more.
His hands slide from my hips, down to the hem of my dress, where his fingers grab at the material and lift until my backside is exposed. He takes my fleshy cheeks in his hands and squeezes hard enough to part them. My responding moan is swallowed by his continued kisses. His cock is hard between us, pressed into my tummy, and my resolve dies as my own arousal floods me. There is no stopping this now. I may as well take my pleasure from it.
I run my hand down his front to cup his shaft through his slacks, squeezing and stroking. He grunts into my mouth, grinding himself into my touch and finding the fine lace of my underwear to rip it away from my skin. His fingers part my lower lips and without preparation or warning, two digits are thrust inside of me. I cry out, throwing my head back and Lance trails his hot mouth over my jaw and down the column of my neck, nipping, sucking, and licking my sensitive skin.
I am so wet that his fingers glide easily in and out of my entrance and the sordid sounds of my arousal are loud in the confined space of the ally. The heel of his hand rubs against my clit, perfect pressure on the ultra-sensitive nub has me panting. I fumble with his buckle before popping the button and lowering the zipper of his trousers. Reaching for him again, my fingers wrap around his girth and caress his velvety length while his own fingers stroke my inner walls.
All my anger has dissipated; there is nothing left in me but want and need. My senses are completely ensnared by Lance. His taste and smell a heady combination, and the small grunts he makes as I stroke him are addictive. He leans in to kiss me again, slowly, softer, but with no less passion. His tongue matches the movements of his fingers, he knows me well and the overwhelming feeling of being surrounded by this man pushes me over the edge. I come with a cry against his mouth and a tear rolling down my cheek. No sooner have I stopped pulsing around his fingers, has he slipped them free and lines the head of his cock at my entrance.
Lance grips me behind one knee and lifts my leg to wrap around his hip as he thrusts inside. We both take a moment to savour the feeling of him being buried to the hilt. His moist breath skimming my neck with each heavy exhale and my arms wrap around his shoulders, keeping him close. He pumps into me, fucking me hard and fast without reservation or consideration. There is nothing between us, literally. He is bare inside me and, in this moment, I can’t care less. It doesn’t take long; I knew it wouldn’t. I clench around him and with three more thrusts, he stills with a long and low groan. I can feel the rush of heat as he spills inside of me.
We stand, still connected, panting and shaking. Once the sex high has worn off, the air shifts and an awkward cloud hangs heavy over us. Neither can look at the other as he pulls out, tucks himself back into his trousers, fastening himself up, and looking as put together as he did at the beginning of the night within seconds. I watch him, still leaning against the wall, my dress hitched up on my hips and pretty sure my makeup is smeared across my face. A mist of sadness descends over me.What have I done?How could I have let myself slip in such a spectacular way? Nothing has changed, Lance is still the boy who broke my heart all those years ago, and he still hates me.
My head is reeling when a flash of white comes before my eyes. Lance holds out the handkerchief from his suit jacket for me, but this is no white flag of surrender. For me, it’s the embodiment of everything that has plagued me for the last three years. Here I am in a darkened ally, my dress askew, and my pussy bare with cum dripping down my inner thighs. I ammomentarily grateful for my contraceptive implant before wondering if I need to go and get tested again, who knows where Lance’s dick has been in the three years we’ve been apart. But he’s not the one disgusted with himself right now, I am. I’m exactly what he said I was when he broke my heart. I feel used and rejected in this moment and I can’t stop the wobble of my chin. I straighten my dress and stride from the ally without taking the handkerchief and without giving him a second look.
“Elle…” he calls after me but I ignore him, and he doesn’t follow me. That hint of pity in his voice pushes the tears from my eyes and I can’t let him see me cry.
I miraculously manage to hail a cab as soon as I get back to the street and am on my way home in less than a minute after leaving him behind. I give the cabbie my address and try to ignore the concerned glances he gives me in the rear-view as I bawl the whole way home.
27
HAYDEN
It’s been five days since Lance came home and told me he’d screwed Elle in some dirty alley, and I have barely said anything to him. It’s late, maybe midnight, and he sits next to me on the couch, Brent on the armchair typing away on his laptop, completely oblivious to the tension radiating between us. I am replaying the night he came home in my head.
Lance walks in looking like he’s just lost his puppy. His suit is slightly dishevelled and his eyes sunken.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I half chuckle whilst simultaneously looking him over to check for injury.
“I’ve fucked up, man.” He sounds so dejected that my heart hurts for him.
“What’s going on?”
“I had sex with her.”
I know who he’s talking about without having to ask, and my stomach lurches. If he is looking like this right now, it didn’t end well. I wanted to work my way back into Elle’s life. I wanted to get back to some semblance of what we had before. I was working on it. I was playing the long game and Lance has fucked it up, I can feel it. “What. Happened?”
“I went to her place,” he winced as he’d told us he was meeting with his father. Now I realise that was how he got Brent to let him leave alone. Brent wasn’t needed when Sydney had four or five guys with him at all times. “I uh, I wanted to make sure…you know…that…that she didn’t…um…”
