“Who fucking cares,” he growls, stepping into the space I just made.
“I won’t do this, Lennox.” My voice cracks. “Not when you're with someone else. With her.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Kissing Rylee again is like finally being able to take a deep, refreshing breath of the purest air. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have this opportunity again. I know we still have a lot to talk about and heal from, but at this moment, nothing else matters except having her here in my arms.
My phone won’t stop ringing, and I curse myself for not leaving it at home, like I was planning too. Missi ruins fucking everything.
I sigh when Rylee pulls away from me. Her lips are swollen from my kisses, and her eyes are glazed with heat and sadness.
“I won’t do this, Lennox,” she says, her voice cracking. “Not when you're with someone else. With her.”
I shake my head and reach out for her once more. “I am not with her, Rylee. I haven’t been with anyone since the night she tricked me into sleeping with her. It’s always been you or Teo. I never would have betrayed you like that. Never.”
She laughs and moves further away, shaking her head.
“All pretty lies, Lennox. You broke us. You don’t get to come here and fuck with my head any more than you already have.”
I take a few more steps toward her until she’s pressed against the wall, trapping her. “Please, Rylee. I am drowning without you. I just need you. I need one moment of compassion, of love. I’m dying more every day, being away from you all. Please, baby.”
She gasps, looking up at me with tears in her jade eyes. I risk another step closer, pressing my body against hers. She doesn’t tell me to stop, and when I press my lips against hers again, she melts.
I know we shouldn’t do this. I know that it’s only going to complicate shit more, but I don’t care. I will handle the aftermath later. Right now, we are alone here. “Please,” I whisper against her throat, kissing her skin, groaning as her scent hits.
Cherries. I have missed her. My cock thickens and I have to internally roll my eyes. I haven’t had an erection in months. My dick knows who it belongs to, so why did it betray me that night?
Rylee gasps as I pull down her sweater-dress and nip along the tops of her breasts. I wish we were somewhere with a bed, where I could strip her completely, but I won’t take this gift for granted.
I will show her how much I still love her, and how she will always own a piece of my heart. I will look back on this momentfor the rest of my miserable life. My head spins, and I hate that I am not completely sober for this.
“Len,” Rylee gasps as I reach down and lift her ass, pressing her thong-covered slit against my hard-on. I know my jeans are giving her enough friction, as I bring her lips back to mine and grind against her.
Her breathing picks up, and I am about to come in my pants. It’s been too long. I need her close to orgasm before I fuck her. “Oh, God, this isn’t right,” she whimpers as she trembles in my arms. I hold her closer, letting her use me.
“I need you,” I groan against her lips, then turn us towards one of the tables and lay her down. I rip her thong to the side and struggle to unbutton my jeans with one hand. My dick throbs. It’s painfully hard, and just a few strokes with my hand has me almost climaxing.
“I love you, Red,” I whisper, and she clenches her eyes shut, not looking at me as I thrust inside her. “Fuck, baby, you don’t know how much I have missed this.”
“Please, stop talking,” she whimpers and I nod. She wraps her legs around me and I thrust into her faster. The table legs scrape against the tiles with every hit of my hips.
I pull her up and she wraps her arms around my neck as I bury my head into her throat, trying not to lose it.
All these months without her, not just the sex, but being able to hold her, feel her, love her… it’s just too much. My heart’s racing and I begin to shake as I try to hold off my orgasm.
Moving my hand between us, I rub her clit and she comes hard, giving me the opening I need to fill her.
As I explode inside of her when she clenches around me and pulses, all I can think is: why couldn’t she have been the one having my baby? I wait until the trembling stops, and that's when I realize she’s crying.
Before I can even pull out and kiss her once more, Rylee freaks out. “Oh, fuck, no, no, no. I can’t believe I did this. I’m going to be sick.” She shoves me away and runs for the garbage can in the corner of the room, before throwing up.
I rush over to hold her hair back when she begins to dry heave, but she screams for me not to touch her. She’s spiraling and I don’t know what to do. “Rylee, please,” I beg, and she spins to look at me. Her face is flushed, her hair is still a mess from my fingers, but her eyes are cold.
“This was a mistake, Lennox. You’re not mine anymore. You’rehers, and I hate you right now for making me forget. I will never be the other woman. Just go.” Her voice breaks and she begins to sob.
“I don’t want to leave you like this. Rylee, please, you were right. There is more to the story. Just let me explain.”
“I don’t want to know, Lennox. I thought I did, but not anymore. Now, get the fuck out!” she screams, and then drops to her knees and cries.
