“You’re so wet for me.” He pushes my panties aside and positions himself. “So ready.”
As he slides inside me, I grip his shoulders, my mouth desperate for his.
Swallowing my moans, he takes me against the tree, fucking me hard, his pace unrelenting.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.”
He nips at my jaw and down my neck, sucking on my skin, marking me.
I dig my nails into his back, crying out his name each time he bottoms out inside me. “I’m so full…” I moan, throwing my head back. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
“Ruin you for all other men? Maybe.” With a hand on my ass, his fingers digging into my soft skin, he guides my other leg around his hip. “You’re taking me so well, baby. Your greedy pussy was made for me.”
His rhythm falters, his movements turning erratic, and his breath hitches in my ear as he rests his head on my shoulder. The roughness of his grip turns my brain into a fucking marshmallow. There’s nothing in the world except him and the magic he’s creating with our bodies, the slapping of skin, the pleasurable pain as he wrecks me.
“You feel like mine.” He sucks on my neck, drawing a long moan from me.
I whimper, teetering on the edge of orgasm, my body shaking, unraveling, ready to explode.
“I’m not yours,” I taunt him, and when his grip tightens in response, my internal muscles flutter around him.
He pounds into me rougher, his lips and tongue on my skin, devouring, claiming. “You are,” he insists. “Admit it.”
My orgasm slams into me at full force, toe-curling, world-shuttering. My center pulses, my body trembling.
I cling to him, eyes shut, and whisper, “I’m yours.”
He groans against my skin, his voice wrecked. “Damn right you are.” His hips stutter, and he comes on a groan, thickeningand pulsing inside me. He lets me ride out my orgasm, moving inside me, pressing gentle kisses to my neck. I fell apart in his arms, and now, he’s putting me back together.
When my body goes limp, he presses his forehead to mine and exhales loudly.
“I’m sorry for what I did, for how I made you feel. You didn’t deserve it,” he whispers.
“Thank you.” I nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his scent.
“I can’t give you all the details about what Remi and I had because they aren’t all mine to share.” He leans away, studying me. “The only thing that matters is that I don’t love her. I don’t want to be with her. And I haven’t touched her since we broke up.”
Despite how boneless he’s made me, tension creeps in. “You shouldn’t keep her around.”
“I tell her we’re over every time I see her. She never listens.” He sighs. “She thinks I’m the one, that we’re destined to be together, and now, she’s waiting for me to realize it too.”
“Then make her listen,” I tell him firmly. “I won’t fight for space in your life. If you want me,reallywant me, as you just claimed, you’ll make space for me. And there won’t be any blurred lines between you and Remi.”
“You want to be with me,” he states, and there’s a hint of hopefulness in his expression.
“I want to try, if you’re in. But it won’t be easy, considering…everything.”
I let that thought linger. My mom, his dad, Matt. Hell, everyone we know will probably have something to say. If we’re going to take that risk, I have to be sure there isn’t anyone standing between us.
“I’m in, but let’s not tell our family right away. No need to stir shit up when we don’t know where this is going.”
“Agreed.” I lick my lips, and his gaze drops to my mouth. “And maybe we should take things slowly. There’s no reason to rush into anything.”
He slides his hand down to my ass and pinches my bare skin. “I just fucked you against a tree twenty feet from the road. I think we’re past the point ofslow.” The corners of his mouth tip up.
“Okay then.” Cupping his face, I make him look me in the eyes. “I belong to you, you know that—but you belong to me now too. And I don’t fucking share.”
He stares at me, the moonlight reflecting in his eyes. Then, he hovers his mouth over mine and whispers, “I’d expect nothing less, Little Mayhem.”
