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I shake my head and turn around, running my fingers through my hair before I look at her again and point. “I’ve spent nearly a fucking year without you because of your actions; what the fuck were you thinking, Ken, huh?”
She places the back of her hand over her mouth and sobs. “I was thinking that I didn’t want you to go to jail for defending me.”
I shout, flinging my arms out,“I don’t give a fuck about being sent down, Kennedy. I’ve just had to spend a year without my fucking heart, not hearing her voice, not seeing her laugh or smile—nothing is worse than that.”
Her cheeks redden, her eyes blazing over with anger before she shouts back, “How about watching the man you love claim another girl right in front of you after taking your virginity? I’m pretty sure that’s worse, Lucas!”
I growl, picking up the glass bowl on the coffee table before throwing it against the wall, causing Kennedy to jump in shock. I state, my voice low, “I am hanging on by a fucking thread, Kennedy.” She flinches at the use of her full name, and I state, “Did you really think I wanted to do that, to hurt you that way? I have spent the past eight years loving you; you are all I’ve ever fucking wanted, and when I finally fucking have you, when I finally have the chance to make you mine and give you my cut, I get fucking blackmailed by the bitch I only dated because I was trying to get over you. I had to hurt you to protect you, Pixie. I, fuck….”
I drop my head, my eyes filling with tears.
She whispers, “I would have gone to jail for you, Lucas.”
I look at her, letting her see my pain, and admit, “Then I would have died. You calling me, even not speaking, is what got me through, Pixie. You are all I fucking think about, and knowing you spoke to my sister, to Sniper and Breaker, it fucking hurt, Kennedy–it hurts! You never gave me the chance to explain; you fucking left me. When she said she was pregnant, I knew,” I slam my fist into my chest, “I knew she was lying. She wanted my patch and did everything she could to get it, all while I lost my whole world and my reason to fucking live!”
Her tears fall as she steps toward me, her hands going to my face. I instantly place mine over hers, closing my eyes, enjoying her touch as she whispers, “I didn’t know what to do, Lucas. The man I love claimed someone else, and I felt like dying, so I ran. I had a job waiting for me, and I know it looks like I took it without looking back, but I did look back, Lucas, every single day. I struggled, and I don’t think I’ve been truly happy, but I just don’t know how I can forgive you after so much hurt between us. You’ve hurt me, and I’ve clearly hurt you without realizing it, without wanting to realize it, and with her still around, wearing your cut.” I open my eyes, locking them with hers. “I-I think maybe we just weren’t meant to be….”
Pain shoots through me, unwilling to believe that, and I lean forward, placing my lips on hers to prove she’s mine, that we are meant to be together.
She gasps, giving me the perfect opportunity to move my tongue past her lips, tangling it with hers, her taste hitting me instantly. She kisses me back, her hands going from my stubbled cheeks, gliding their way into my hair as she grips it.
“We were always meant to be, Pixie. I won’t lose you. I fucking refuse,” I rasp against her lips before kissing her harder.
She stands on her tiptoes as my arms wrap around her. I lift, causing her legs to wrap around my waist, and I blindly take us upstairs, my lips not leaving hers as my tongue slides against hers.
When I manage to get us in our room, I lay her on the bed, my body going over hers as I unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans, removing my hard cock. My hand finds her wet panties making me groan before I rip them from her body, and I rasp, “I can’t wait, baby; I fucking need you. This is going to be quick, but I’ll make it up to you.”
I place my cock at her entrance, my eyes holding hers as I link our fingers together, placing them near her head, and then, I thrust forward hard. I stop when I bottom out, scared of coming too fucking soon.
The last time I fucked a woman was when I was inside Kennedy. That was nearly a fucking year ago.
She gasps and throws her head back, and I can’t help it. I lean down and sink my teeth into her neck, biting down while moving my hips back, and then thrusting forward. We don’t make love; we fuck, getting the need for each other out of the way before I spend the rest of the night loving her and her body.
My lips find hers again, my tongue pushing past her lips, licking her mouth as I piston my hips, drilling into her, ensuring to tilt my hips to hit her g-spot as she squeezes her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my hands. I can feel my spine tingle, telling me my orgasm is coming too quick. That what’s happens when going so long without her. My hips go faster, her walls squeezing me as wetness spreads between us, making me groan against her mouth, her orgasm pulling mine, and I come, painting her walls with my seed.
I slow my movements before removing my mouth from hers. Keeping my hips deep inside her, I rub my nose against hers, my eyes taking her in. Her head is thrown back, breathing hard, looking flushed and absolutely beautiful.
I move my gaze to her neck, my mark red and raw, making my stomach flip. I look further down. I furrow my brows when I see pink and red roses on her collarbone.
She has a tattoo.
I let go of her hand to move the neck of her dress down and get a better look, but she grips my hand, making me look at her. She leans up, kissing me, trying to distract me, and it works because I melt, the tattoo completely forgotten as I mold my body against hers. My half-mast cock gets harder, ready for round two, not giving a shit we’re both still mostly clothed.
I sit on the edge of the bed a few hours later, watching as Kennedy’s chest rises and falls. The sheet just covers her generous tits, tits that are full of my bite marks. I gently run my fingertip over my name on the inside of her arm. I didn’t notice it last night. I finally got a good look at the tattoo on her collarbone, the name Layla highlighted, and a date. That date…. It’s the first time she called me all those months ago.
Maybe the child she lost at work?
I want to ask her, but she’ll shut down on me. She made it perfectly clear that with Prue still around, we’ll never happen, and I know she’d rather go to jail than have the bitch wear my cut.
I won’t lose her either way. I refuse.
I lean forward and kiss her head, inhaling her, knowing that tomorrow morning she’ll claim tonight was a goodbye. I grab my phone and head downstairs.
I need help; Tech is at a loss. I put the device to my ear as I hang my head, sitting on the couch, my back stinging from her scratch marks, and I relish in the pain.
He answers after six rings.
“Please fucking tell me this is an emergency, and I don’t need to kick your ass,” my prez answers, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
