Page 88 of Only Ever Yours
“Peachy—”
“Don’t… don’t fucking call me that!” Then her tears fall as she loses all control; she beats her fists into my chest while I continue holding her, pulling her into me, “Ifucking hate you!” She looks at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen, and her words rip my heart out, “Just get off me, Jaydon… Just let me go. I can't do this shit anymore.”
I grab her face with both hands, “No, you don’t, Peachy, you want me just as bad as I want you… and I’m over this fucking dumb shit.” I can't stand this bullshit between us anymore. “You’re gonna listen to me. I’m not fucking letting you go until you hear me… I never once fucked your sister.” Her lips part as her face morphs into confusion. She's confused, and now I know why, “Ellie, I dated a girl back in high school with the same fucking name as your sister.”
“No, Jaydon… you’re lying! I saw the text on your phone that night I stayed at your house. I wasn’t trying… it was just on your phone when I went to check the time. Breanne told me she was fucking you, Jaydon.”
What the fuck?
I feel my molars grind; frustration eats away at my core. I can’t believe what the fuck I’m hearing right now—her damn sister!
“And she’s a fucking liar, Ellie!” I snap, a little louder than intended, but I’m beyond pissed. Not at Ellie, but how this has all played out due to her sister. “I don’t think she’s ever once texted me—hell, I don't even think she has my number. The message you saw was from a girl I dated a long time ago. I haven’t seen her since my senioryear in high school. She just won't fucking stop with the texts.” Dragging a rough hand back through my hair, I groan in frustration, she has to fucking believe me. “Since she found out I was back in town, she started texting me again… I guess I should have blocked her number, but I just ignored her.” I reach for her hands and lock eyes. “She doesn’t matter to me... You do.”
Her beautiful lips part in shock, and tears fill her eyes until they spill down her cheeks. She has no idea how much I want her to be mine, how long I’ve ached for her.
“How… how do I even process all of this?” Her voice cracks as she pulls her hands from mine. “How am I supposed to believe this? This entire time, I’ve been lied to by my own sister. I hated you all this time... I hated you both for doing this to me. I fucking hate her!” Her body shakes as she sinks to her knees, sobbing, falling apart right before me.
I don’t hesitate when I fall right along with her.
She's like a dead weight in my arms, pulling her back up when I stand and hold her body against mine. “Look at me.” My words are soft but demanding, and I wait until her tear-filled gaze meets mine. “I’ve never, not once in my life, touched your sister,” every word I speak is laced with undeniable truth, “not when all I ever fucking wanted was you…”
I will hold her all damn night if it keeps her from falling apart any further.
The sexiest fucking whimper slips through her lips as the most sinful tears caress her beautiful face. Then she shatters, and I pull her in tight to my chest while she loses herself on me. Her hands grip my back and neck, melting into me like she can’t get close enough.
Minutes go by before she finally pulls back.
I cup her face, staring deeply into her heartbroken eyes. “I’m so tired of these fucking games we keep playing, Baby.”
This woman has no idea how fucking crazy I am over her; she drives me fucking insane—the push and pull. I can’t take it anymore… I want to fucking devour her. Those fucking sinful lips—I need them on mine. I can’t control this burning need for her any longer.
Fuck it.
I pull her to me and crash my lips down on hers.
Fuck, she tastes so good… a mixture ofherand the salty tears that have cascaded across her sweet lips. The feel of her soft, luscious lips on mine makes me fall that much harder because I know exactly what I’ve been missing this entire time, and it's been too long since I’ve had a taste of her.
She’s so goddamn beautiful… her ass, her titties, her whole fucking delicious body I’m going to devour.
She’s mine.
All fucking mine.
She's my favorite flavor.
My favorite fucking peach.
Ellie
I'm stunned and in complete shock at what just happened. Before I’m able to fully process the situation, he bends, sliding his hands down the back of my ass, lifting me. The feel of his hard body pressing between my legs has me melting into him.
I hold tightly around his neck as he climbs the stairs, not stopping until we’re in his bedroom, where he gently sets me down on his bed. Then his heated eyes search my face before he closes the distance, pulling my lips to his.
“Peachy, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you all this time. Nobody but you, Baby.” His lips brush mine before he feathers kisses along my jaw, while his fingers tangle in my long blond strands. He rests his forehead on mine, pulling me in. “I want you so fucking bad. I need to taste you,” he pleads. “Been dreaming about tasting you. But I need you to tell me what you want, anything at all… just tell me what you need.”
The heat of his lips, cascading kisses over my neck, sends desire straight through me; I know exactly what I need. I grip his face, guiding his eyes to mine as I speak. “Jaydon, I’m fine. I want you—your body, your body against mine. I want your hands everywhere. I need to feel you, all of you.”
His lips curve into a wicked smile. “There's my girl,” he coaxes, while he smiles down at me, reaching behind his head and ripping his shirt off in one swift motion.
