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“Well, now.” Tess flicked her long black hair over her shoulder and looked me over, head to toe. “If I ain’t mistaken, you’ve got the love blues. That, or I’ve lost my charm and need to get myself in a nunnery.”
I offered her a smile. “Sorry, Tess. I’m just…distracted.”
My eyes flicked back towards the door leading into the living spaces, and Tess turned to follow my gaze.
“The redhead?”
“Huh?” I looked back at her quickly, and her sculpted brows raised high on her forehead.
“Dear Lord, darlin’! You’ve got the love-bug bad.”
“I haven’t got jack-shit.” I scowled. “Why the fuck does everyone keep saying that?”
“Uh-huh,” Tess drawled.
“I’m just…tired.” I sighed and finished the last of my beer in two long pulls, unable to stop my gaze from crawling back towards the door.
“For cryin’ out loud,” Tess muttered, grabbing my empty bottle and stepping back. “I’m gonna leave you to it, so you can finish broodin’. When you’re done, go and talk to her already. You’re killin’ me.”
With that she left, and my brain immediately swirled with thoughts of Peyton again. She was like a drug, and I couldn’t seem to get enough, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
But I had enough of the silence and the truth was I just fucking missed her. With lowered brows, I found myself striding across the hub and into the living wing hallway. The path to her room was quick and familiar because it was the room I used when I stayed at the clubhouse. The closer I drew to her, the more fired up I got, and when I got to the door, I burst in like a raging bull.
“We need to talk.” She sat on the bed with her back to the door, and acted like I wasn’t even there. More silent treatment. I couldn’t handle it, and I slammed the door behind me and walked into the middle of the room, “I’m sick of this silent bullshit. If you’re mad, be mad, but don’t fucking shut me out, Peyton.” I waited for her to turn around and give me hell.
But she didn’t.
Instead, I heard sniffles and tears. Goddammit, tears.
“Peyton?” I was at her side in an instant, one hand on her back. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said quickly. Too quickly. She sat taller and flashed a phony-ass smile that only highlighted the sadness in her blue eyes. “Nothing is wrong. What is it you wanted to talk about?” She stood and walked away, putting even more distance between us by crossing her arms.
I bit back my frustration. “Is this really how you want things to be?”
“No. None of this is what I want at all, Rocky.” She looked away briefly, shielding her emotions and straightening her spine before her gaze slammed into mine. “But this is how it is. Right? And that’s just fine with me.”
“Never pegged you for a fucking liar,” I muttered, moving towards her until I was right in her face, not to intimidate but because I needed to be closer to her, to smell her sweet, sultry scent. To see the shades of blue that flickered in her eyes, especially when she was angry.
She shrugged. “We all lie, all the time, about a lot of things.”
“Maybe,” I answered, and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear with one hand, cupping her jaw with the other. “But right now, it’s you who’s lying to me.”
I speared my fingers through her thick hair and my heart raced at the sound of her breath hitching. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her, dammit. “I could kiss you right now. I could shove my tongue deep into your sweet mouth and devour it, have you moaning against me, begging me to give you the sweet release you crave. Begging me to fuck you. And I would do it, fuck you so good until you came all over my mouth and my cock, and we would both love it.”
A shuddering breath escaped from the O that formed her lips. She looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“All of that is true,” she whispered. “I would ride your face and your hand and your cock and I would love every minute of it. And then, I would probably start to imagine all the things I want with you but can’t have. I want more, Rocky. I don’t just want your cock. I want your fucking heart, okay? I want everything. I want you to want me back.”
Tears filled her blue eyes, and my heart squeezed and squeezed in my chest as I looked at her, as her words settled over me, filling me with want. My heart trembled with desire for what she spoke about. But I couldn’t make my tongue move, couldn’t unstick my voice, wasn’t even sure I knew what I wanted to say.
“So yeah, Rocky,” Peyton continued quietly. “I would love that. Hell, I want that. But it wouldn’t change anything between us, so what would be the point?”
I stared at her face, forced myself to see the hurt in her eyes. She was so beautiful that it caused a physical ache in my chest.
Why? I thought, as my gaze on her turned to one of confused wonder. Why couldn’t I let her go, no matter how hard I tried?
My body moved of its own accord, leaning down towards her as if with a power outside myself. Our lips collided in a fiery kiss. She tasted like honey and sex, fire and forever.
