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“Zach,” she moans over and over as I bite and lick every inch of her, giving special attention to her breasts, then down her stomach, and lower to her pussy. She is so ready for me, I don’t ever have to do much to get her ready for me.
“Are you ready?” I still ask, and my breath sounds labored, like I just ran a mile uphill. As soon as she nods her head, I slam into her.
“Zach,” she screams, but I don’t let up. My hand goes to her special spot at the top of her mound, my fingers circling it in an aggressive move. I feel her pussy walls clenching around my cock, taking my breath away.
I don’t take my fingers off her clit until she’s done spasming around me, then I drop on top of her. I grab her hair at the back of her head in a makeshift ponytail and pull to make sure I have her eyes on me.
“I love you. Do you understand me?” Tears are running down her face, making my heart clench painfully. “Do you understand me?” I repeat and pull harder on her hair, making sure it hurts. I want it to hurt just as much as she’s hurting me. I need it to hurt her like that. “I fucking love you!” I scream into her face, my hips thrusting in and out of her at greater speed.
I hate myself and her too when I feel tingles at the base of my spine. My balls draw up painfully, and I can’t stop myself from coming. I let go with another loud grunt in her face, and I move my hips until I feel every last drop of me spilling inside of her.
Without a word, I fall to the side of her on the bed, forcing her to turn over and let me spoon her from behind. I feel her body shaking with her sobs, and I know we didn’t resolve anything with what we just did.
I pull her closer into me and tighten my arm around her waist. I refuse to let go of her. I don’t care what she says. She is mine. Hunter Montgomery will always be mine, no matter what.
Sleep pulls me under, my eyes so heavy, I can’t focus on anything anymore. Without another word to Hunter, I am out to the world, my last conscious thought being that I hope she won’t slip out of my bed while I’m sleeping.
Unfortunately, my prayer doesn’t get heard. I know before I open my eyes in the morning that Hunter is no longer in my bed, or in my apartment for that matter.
My chest hurts and I press a hand to it to alleviate the pressure there. In an inexplicable moment, I compare Hunter leaving me to my mother doing the same all those years ago. Neither one of them wanted me enough to keep me, I give out a sarcastic chuckle.
Life is strange and ironic, I decide. I don’t remember my mother much, but I’m sure the three-year-old me loved her. All kids love their parents, right? She didn’t give a fuck though. She went and had another baby. Moved on.
I fell in love with Hunter, and I was ready to give her the world. But she didn’t think that was enough. She didn’t give a fuck either. And now she is going to move on and find herself another man. She’ll move on from me.
I need to do the same.
Move on.
CHAPTER 12
I miss him
Hunter
When I ran out of Zach’s apartment six weeks ago, I thought I was going to die. Leaving him like that was officially going to be my cause of death.
I drove back to my parents’ house, but I couldn’t remember how I got there when I pulled into their driveway. The darkness had taken over by then, and I took a minute to sit in my car and try to recompose myself. I could tell my parents were still up, and I didn’t want them to see me a mess like that.
I blew my nose into a napkin I found in my purse and wiped the tears off my cheeks. When I looked in the rearview mirror, I winced at the image greeting me there. The little mascara I had put on before leaving the house was now running, and when I wiped at my cheeks, I only managed to spread it around more.
I wasted a few more minutes trying to clean the mess up until I decided that I didn’t care anymore. So what if they saw me like this? Not like they supported my relationship with Zach. Let them see me heartbroken like this, especially my mother.
With that thought in mind, I took a deep breath and got out of the car, slamming the door behind me with a lot more force than it warranted. I then did the same with the front door once I was inside the house.
“Hunter?” my mother called from the large living room where she and Dad were watching their favorite TV show. “Is that you?”
“Were you expecting anyone else this late at night?” My snarky remark along with my stuffy voice did not go unnoticed. I heard rustling, then her hurried steps to get to me.
“Hunter, honey,” Mom’s voice sounded sad, like she was feeling sorry for me. That only made me angrier with her.
“It’s done,” I spread my arms out and yelled at her. “I broke up with him. I’m leaving the day after tomorrow. Are you happy now?”
Mom’s eyes filled with water and one of her hands came up to touch her lips. She looked regretful, but it was too late, and I didn’t care anymore. She got what she wanted, so what was her problem? What did she have to be sad about? It was my heart that was broken. And worse yet, it was Zach’s heart that I left completely shattered.
“Hunter,” Dad’s gentle tone got me going again.
“No, I don’t want to hear anything that you want to tell me. I do not care!” My voice rose with each syllable until I was practically screaming in their faces. “I’ll never come back here again,” I promised them on a sob, my heart breaking a little more when my mom’s face dropped in her hands and she started crying. “I don’t want to ever be here again.”
