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“No, I think I’ll hit the rack.”
She nodded, even though I knew she had no fucking clue what I was saying. I knew Fox wouldn’t be out of the bathroom anytime soon when I heard the moans coming from behind the bathroom door.
“Then again, a little noise wouldn’t be a bad thing.”
I sat down on the bed, trying to stay to one side. She walked over to the bed and sat down beside me. I didn’t want her there, but I couldn’t bring myself to kick her off either. As much as it pissed me off that she apparently felt nothing for me, I still wanted her. That was almost worse than knowing my feelings were reciprocated.
“What do you want to watch?”
“Anything. Whatever you want,” she said, her voice just a little too chipper.
“I really don’t care.” I tossed her the remote and stood, walking around to the side of the bed, putting my watch on the nightstand. Next was my gun, followed by my holster. After kicking off my shoes, I undressed. And when all that was done, I had no other reason not to lay down in the bed.
But I tried damn hard to find a reason.
“How long are you going to stand there?” Wren asked.
Was I that obvious?
“Are you afraid to lay down with me?”
Yes, I was. Because if I laid down in bed with her, I’d be tempted to fuck her. And that would not help me get over her. “Of course not,” I grumbled, lifting the sheet. I slid in and kept my gaze firmly planted on the TV. But then she stood and started undressing, even removing her bra, until she was in nothing but a T-shirt.
I swallowed hard, doing my damndest not to stare, but it was fucking impossible. Why this woman thought she needed a nightie to look fucking amazing was beyond me. And when she lifted the covers and slipped into bed, I got a nice shot of her ass.
I tore my gaze from her and stared at the TV for a little longer, but I had another problem. My cock was at full attention and was refusing to lower the flag until he was satisfied.
“Brock,” she whispered.
“No.”
“Brock.” Her hand slid across the bed and grasped my hand.
“Wren…” I gritted my teeth, trying to hold onto my patience.
“Just tonight.”
I huffed out a laugh, trying not to be insulted that she only wanted me for one night, when I would give my left nut to have her for longer.
“It doesn’t have to end like this.”
It didn’t. I fucking hated myself in that moment because I knew if this was going to be the last fucking time I was with her, I couldn’t sleep beside her and not hold her or touch her.
Cursing to myself, I rolled over and pressed my lips to hers, telling myself I wouldn’t take this all the way. But the longer I kissed her, the deeper I fell until I couldn’t control myself. I tore the shirt up over her head, tossing it on the floor. She thrust her chest up and I took advantage, sucking her nipple into my mouth, biting it hard.
She gasped in pain, taking all I was giving her. I was pissed that she was tossing me aside so easily when I was falling so hard for her. I couldn’t control the rage I felt. I spread her legs, not even bothering to warm her up as I slid my cock inside her.
“Brock,” she choked out.
Laying flat against her, I slid my arms under her, pulling her flush against me. I loved the feel of her skin against mine, and not even sliding against her body felt close enough for me. I rolled us over, sitting up until she straddled my legs. I held her to me, gripping her hip as I thrust up into her over and over.
Grabbing her hair, I wrenched her head back, exposing her throat. I skated my teeth over her flesh, leaving bites over her skin. If this was the last time I would be with her, I’d make damn sure she remembered me for as long as possible.
“Fuck my cock, baby.”
Her eyes slid shut as she rode me hard. Her breasts bounced in front of me, begging me to suck those sweet nipples in my mouth. I memorized every taste of her skin, every curve of her body, and the feel of her pussy as I shoved two fingers inside her and forced her to fuck my cock and my fingers at the same time.
She clamped around me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she came hard, sending me over the edge with her. Panting hard, I rested my head against hers, trying to regain my sanity. I had to let her go. She wasn’t mine, and never would be. This was the end of the line for us. Tomorrow, I’d return her to her father—to the life she so desperately craved—and then it would all be over. I’d never see her again.
