“You can both go,” I tell the girls, flicking my gaze to them and reaching for more cash in my pocket. They hurry over to take the rolls of notes, then gather their clothes, barely putting them on before they scamper out of the room and the door closes.
“Really?” Gabby spits, surprise evident. “Back to hookers already?”
I snarl at that and take a drink, some part of me disgusted with my own thoughts on the matter, the other just plain pissed at her in general.
“That’s not the Nate I know.”
“Then you clearly don’t know me well enough.” The rim knocks my teeth as I take another swig, making me check myself given the amount of booze I’ve consumed. “I’m a Cane. It’s what we do.” Fucked as that is. I gaze over at her, remembering her under my hands for those ten days and trying with everything I’ve got not to just go grab hold of her. “What we’ve always done.”
She looks lost for a minute, her eyes flicking between confusion and doubt. Maybe the name means something to her, maybe it doesn’t. Who fucking knows. Or cares.
“You weren’t like that when we were—”
“But you ran, didn’t you, Gabriella?” I cut in, halting her tongue. “You left without even giving me a goodbye.” She sighs and looks at the floor a little. Damn right she should.
“I had reasons for that and I’d like—”
“What? What would you like? For me to forgive you?” I glower, glancing over her legs and wishing they were wrapped around me. “I don’t. It’s unacceptable. Fucking rude, actually.” I lift the bottle again, damn sure that’s the only thing that’s going to get me through not touching her.
“Nate, please. Stop drinking.”
Screw that.
I lift it higher, glugging to try to find sense, or avoid it.
God, she’s so beautiful. Still. I wish I didn’t think that. Wish I could dismiss her as easily as I did those whores and forget. My hand scrubs my face, pinching my temples to get rid of the tension there. Not once did I have a fucking headache on holiday with her. And now I’m riddled with them again. Confusion. Anger. Unable to concentrate on anything. It’s all her, isn’t it? Still.
The bottle drops to the floor.
“Why the fuck did you leave me? Was it Marco?”
“What?”
I stand and walk over to her, unable to keep myself away for the same reason that always consumes me when she’s near. Love. I grab her, pulling her up to her feet, and wrap her into my arms before I overthink what the hell I’m doing. Marco or not, I’m getting some of this again. I need it. Need her.
“You’re together, right?”
“What? No, I…”
I smother her words, either uninterested in the answer or fucking stupid. She tries to break away, fights me as if this isn’t the right thing to do. It is, though, and I keep the pressure going without allowing her any room to breathe until she finally relents and clasps onto me. Fuck Marco. Fuck the distance she put between us. We’re doing this again, if only for one last time.
Her back hits the wall as I push her into it, my full weight covering as much of her as I can. I’m starving for her, breathless, and under no fucking illusions of how quick this is going to be as my fingers bite into her skin. Every part of her gets grabbed hold of until I hitch her up onto me and her legs wrap around where they should be.
We still for a second, then mouths moulding with each other again, tongues rolling deep to regain the intimacy that’s been missing. I clasp hold of her lip with my teeth, nipping harder than I should just to fucking remind her who she ran away from. She groans into me, legs tightening and fingers gripping into my hair.
“I fucking hate you.” The words mutter from my mouth as I kiss my way down her neck, one hand holding her throat against the wall. “Hate what you did to us.” My teeth sink in again, savouring the flavour of her as I skim across her shoulders then back to her face. She pants as I hold her still and run my fingers over her lips, dipping one inside. “You lied to me. Took my fucking dream with you.” My dick throbs as it rubs at the covering that shouldn’t be there, enough so that I reach between us, jerking the panties to the side and then unzip for a decent reason this time. “You need reminding about doing as you’re told, Gabby?” Still she pants, not a fucking word coming from those lips of hers. I don’t even care for an answer. I’m ravenous, as is my dick as I rub it over her soaked pussy. “Hold on to me.”
I shift her slightly, drawing her closer so I can brace against the wall behind her, and then drive in with no care for her comfort. It’s as damn furious as I can make it, hips shunting her back to the wall with every grunt, and the squeals and moans coming from her only increase my fever. I can feel all my frustration, all my anger and turmoil, boiling under the surface. It’s building with every drive inwards, ready to explode all over her for what she’s put me through.
My hand grasps hold of the back of her neck, twisting her face to me so I can watch her come, or see her revel in the pace I’m creating. I don’t know or fucking care. I just want her moans, the sounds she makes when she comes, want that sense of need she has for me.
“Oh god, I’ve missed you,” she breathes out, lips trying to get to me. I don’t let them reach me. I scowl at the words and keep fucking her instead, desperately trying to keep my heart from saying the same thing back. That isn’t what this is. Can’t be. “Please, Nate.”
My head folds into her neck, part wanting nothing more than to tell her the same thing, another trying to keep her far away where it’s safe. But nothing’s stopping the explosion that’s travelling through me because of those thoughts, no matter how I lie to her face. It’s coming from the depths of me, channelling from somewhere only she manages to find in me regardless of my annoyance. I damn well love her, don’t I?
“More,” she says, hands gripping my hair as she tightens her legs further and leans back onto the wall. “Yes, more.”
She can have as much as she wants.
