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I can’t tell him about the deal I just made with my father. If I do, he'll go up against him, and he will lose. But I can make him realize all the other reasons why things are better this way.
It’s selfish of me to go to him, but I need a final memory of him that doesn’t involve death and gunshots. I want him to hold me and make me feel like everything's gonna be okay, even though it won’t be.
I must have had a whole pack of smokes while sitting at my kitchen table and tapping my boot against the floor while waiting to hear something from Maddy. When the door knocks, Screwy gets to it before me, and I swear my heart stops fucking beating when he steps aside and Alex rushes past him to get to me.
I pull her to my chest and hold her so tight that her heartbeat thuds against my ribs.
“What were you thinking?” I growl into her hair, breathing a long sigh of relief. Screwy catches my eye, raises his eyebrows, and shoots out the cabin door to leave us alone.
“Alex, that was so fucking stu—” She shuts me up by slamming her lips onto mine and pulling at my shirt. If this is how she wants to play, I’m fucking down. These past few hours have been torturous. I’m crazy fucking mad at her, but at the same time, I need so much to be close.
My cock strains against my jeans when she rubs her palm over it, and I attack her neck with my mouth, nipping and biting marks into her skin.
“They dropped all the charges,” she tells me breathlessly as I pop the button on her jeans and shove them down her legs.
“So you're a free woman?” I drop to my knees, and Alex grips at my hair as I kiss her through her panties. My girl's already fucking wet for me and seeing as you can't get knocked up twice, I’m gonna feel that wet pussy take every inch of me.
“Not exactly,” she tells me as I lick her through her cotton, then kiss my way back up her body until my eyes are level with her.
“What do you mean?” Things suddenly turn serious again.
“It means I have to leave town. I came here to say goodbye.” Her words make me quickly pull away.
“You’re kidding, right?” It doesn’t matter that she’s only half-dressed, and my cock is solid as steel. Suddenly, I need answers from her.
“I’ve lost my job. I don’t know how he did it, but my father managed to sort something out with the DA, and I have to go back to Illinois with him as part of the deal.”
“Well, tell him you ain’t going, you belong here,” I tell her, noticing the grip I got on the top of her arms is far too tight.
“Do I, though? I came here to get justice for Danny and to check Abby was okay. I pretty much fucked up on both,” she admits, with tears building in her eyes.
“I think you covered the justice part,” I hit back sarcastically because I’m a prick, and I’m not liking what I’m hearing.
“I just want you to fuck me so I can forget all that shit.” She shakes her head and grabs hold of my face, her lips twisting desperately against mine.
“That’s what you came here for?” I pull her back off me again, and my hand slides behind her ear, catching up some of her hair between my fingers. When she looks up at me with sad eyes and nods her head, it feels like a dagger in my heart. It’s the moment I realize that I want her to be here for so much more.
I want her to want to stay… and I want to be enough to make her feel like she needs to.
“Whatever you need, darlin’.” I save face and push past the hurt, dropping my hand into hers and leading her to my bedroom.
It’s a little trashed from when I got home and took out my anger on the furniture. But the bed’s clear, and that’s where I sit, leaning back and pulling her over my body. She takes my head in her hands and sits on her knees, continuing to kiss me as I lie back and take her with me.
I can’t think about this being our last time together because it hurts too much, and I ain’t down for having feelings like that.
So I distract myself with the taste of her lips and the way she feels under my hands. She needs this, we both fucking need this, and I’ll make sure it’s something she remembers. I want the feel of my hands haunting her every time she lets another man touch her. My palm slides over her stomach, pushing up under her bra, and I crush her in my palm so tight that she moans into my ear.
I dip my head to suck her nipple into my mouth, my tongue lapping around it before I take it in my teeth, and I scratch the skin on her back as she wriggles her hips against mine.
She wants one last time, that's exactly what she’ll get, and I’ll make it fucking agony for what she’s gonna put me through after.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers desperately, fumbling between us to undo my buckle. I twist our bodies, so I’m the one on top, her long, dark hair splayed out over my sheets and her hungry eyes assessing my face.
“Patience,” I tell her, sliding my nose against hers and letting my hard, heavy cock press between her legs. I can feel her pulsing through my denim and have to grip my fist into her hair and look up at the ceiling to stop myself from giving in to her needs.
“Please,” she begs, swallowing hard as she looks down my body to what she needs.
“You want it?” I ask her, managing to pull in some control and continuing to tease her with soft rocks of my body against hers.
