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“Tell me,” I say as I drive my hips up at the same time she slams down on my cock.
“Getting her car,” she replies. “Should be back…soon.”
“Shit,” I mutter as I look to the open bedroom door. If someone walked in, they would get an eyeful of us, Holly naked, her legs spread wide over mine. “Then we better hurry the fuck up, shouldn’t we?”
I let my fingers play with her, faster and faster, until her inner walls start clamping around me.
“Faster,” I say as I pump my hips up.
Holly detonates, her pussy throbbing, taking me with her as we both tremble through the jolts of pleasure.
When I can see and breathe again, I press a kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, as my fingertips roam up her belly to her ribs, then her breasts. Holly slumps against my chest, completely boneless, with a contented sigh.
How the hell am I supposed to leave and not have this, her, again for weeks?
“Tell Lyla she can’t stay here anymore,” I demand.
“What? Why not?” she asks. “You don’t want her here because then you can’t come by whenever you want? It’s not like you’ve been coming by recently anyway.”
“You know I’ve been up to my neck in wedding and club shit the past few weeks,” he says. “Just get her out. Throw her out if you have to, but make it happen.”
“No.” Holly scrambles up and off my lap, her legs wobbling as she bends down to pick up her sweatshirt to slide it back on.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not going to throw Lyla out. You can go get your dick wet somewhere else!”
“Watch your mouth,” I warn her as I put my dick back in my pants and zip up.
“Lyla’s staying, and you…you shouldn’t come back even when she does decide to leave.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, getting to my feet before I’m finished fastening my belt.
Holly scrubs her hands, still lost in the too-large sweatshirt, over her face. “I…I want more than sex, Isaac.”
Oh fucking hell. I knew it. I knew as soon as I walked in and saw her face that something had changed about the way she looked at me, and not in a good way.
“You know I can’t give you that!” It takes three tries to finally fasten my belt because my head is still spinning.
“Which is why I think you should stop coming over. I can try to find someone…someone closer to my age who wants what I want. Someone who wants more than a quick fuck from me.”
“Some of my fucks have lasted half the night,” I remind her.
Holly closes her eyes and shakes her head. “You know what I mean. It would be nice to actually go out on dates with a man for once. To have dinner, hold hands, be a normal couple.”
“We’re not a couple, and we never will be.”
“I know that, Isaac! You’ve made that perfectly clear from the start. The sneaking around was fun for a while, but it’s not anymore, okay? I hate lying to Lyla. I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to do…this anymore.”
“Be careful what you say to me, Holly, because I’m too old to play games. If you want to end this, then we end it for good.”
She lowers her eyes, her lashes fluttering like she’s trying to hold off tears. “I know. And I think that’s what we should do.”
I stare at her silently, letting every word from her mouth wash over me. Walking away from her for good, hell, it feels impossible. But so does the alternative. We could never really be together. Not just because of Lyla but because we don’t want the same things, and we never will. Walking away now will save more heartbreak later. For the both of us.
I hate it. Fucking hate it. Words fail me, so all I can do is walk past her, out of her bedroom for the final fucking time.
Knowing it’s over, really over, makes my chest ache. I can barely breathe, unable to deal with all these goddamn emotions rolling through me.
