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“I know,” I said, frowning at the view, our pinkies tightening around one another.
“I spent the entire five years apart from you and Dylan hating myself for how I treated both of you.” Her voice cracked like crème brûlée.
“There was no need for you to do that,” I growled, hating the idea that I had caused her so much pain, even if she had done the same to me. “We both love you to death, through thick or thin.”
“W-why?” I didn’t see her face but still knew she was blinking excessively.
“Because it’s impossible not to,” I admitted brokenly, tearing my gaze from the ocean and fixing it on her. I captured her chin between my fingers, tilting her face up to mine.
She pawed at my face, her long lashes fluttering as she took me in. “Do-over?”
I nodded. “Do-over.”
One of her palms slid down my neck, down my chest, and across my abs, settling on my erection, which was already throbbing. She unzipped my pants slowly, making my lungs sear with whatever oxygen was left in them. I opened my mouth to tell her something—fuck knew what, because I sure as hell didn’t—but Dot pressed her lips against mine, hungrily devouring my tongue, sucking it into her mouth with a sexy purr. She undid the first two buttons of my denim, slipping her hand inside, rubbing it against my hard ridge. She used the friction of my briefs to gather heat into her cold palm, and I bucked forward, chasing her touch as I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her with everything I fucking had in me. My hand slipped under her skirt, and I used my thumb to brush her clit through her panties, which were already drenched and ruined. My mouth dragged from her lips to the sensitive junction between her neck and jaw.
“I wanted to eat you out so badly,” I recalled, my dick jumping and jolting in her hot palm as she played with it inside my pants. Rubbing it, thumbing at the slit, milking it with her tight little fist. “I knew you’d be my favorite dessert before I even had my first taste.”
She clung to my neck with one hand, jerking me off with the other. The wind whipped and swirled, dancing around us, striking at our faces. Her thighs were freezing, and I wanted to cover her whole body with mine. Shield her from the cold.
“We should hurry about it.” Dot dropped down to her knees, tugging my dick out and covering it with her mouth. “We could get caught.” The mere idea of being caught with my cock shoved deep inside her mouth made my balls tighten with lust and pleasure. I threaded my fingers in her hair, pushing it off her face as she gurgled and sucked my cock happily, fisting its base and slipping her mouth down to suckle my balls, her tongue licking the seam between my ball sack and my ass. My fists tautened around her hair and I hissed, the desire unbearable. I knew I wasn’t going to last more than a couple minutes. This time, though, I was going to make her come until she couldn’t walk straight through April.
“Up, baby.” I pulled my dick out of her mouth an inch at a time, the cold biting into the wet flesh. “Already halfway coming,” I grunted. I flattened my hand over her stomach, pinning her down on the hood until her upper body lay there, and pushed my thigh between her legs. They fell open willingly, my upper knee pressing against her swollen clit. I could practically feel it pulsating against my leg through her underwear. She moaned, trying to rub herself against me.
“Row,” she begged. Brushing her panties to the side, I fisted my dick, guiding it to her opening. It was glistening and pink, dripping down the hood just for me. I realized she was coming, panting and convulsing before I had even entered her. I pressed home deeply and all at once, meeting zero resistance—all sleek and velvety folds, wet and ready to take me. Her walls instantly constricted around me, milking my dick. She tipped her head back, eyes closed, giving in to the moment as I thrusted into her, grabbing the backs of her knees and hoisting her left ankle over my opposite shoulder to increase the friction.
Our moans echoed over the cliff and, realizing there could be people nearby, I placed one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Somehow, this ended up turning both of us on even more. I was hard to the point of misery, my cock spasming inside her.
“Getting too fucking close now,” I grunted, leaning down and uncovering her mouth, pressing a dirty, wet kiss to her lips.
“Me too. I feel like you lit a match inside me and let the heat spread everywhere. I love this.”
I love you.
I kissed her again, pushing deeper into her. She cried out, breathlessly clawing my arms as the orgasm sprinted through her. Just in time, as my own climax was rippling through my body, making goose bumps run all over my skin. I poured my seed into her, clamping my jaw to stop myself from goddamn whimpering. This woman brought me to my fucking knees, and I wanted to stay there for eternity so I could eat her out. I stayed inside her even after we both stopped trembling, our foreheads pressed together, our hot breaths fanning over each other’s faces. I was out of breath and out of my depth and fuck, I had not signed up for this. It was supposed to be scratching a decade-long itch. Nothing more.
The sound of a roaring engine purred from our left, signaling an approaching vehicle. Dot reached between her thighs, sticky from our cum, to rearrange her panties along her slit. She pushed down her skirt, reaching to tuck my half-mast dick back into my pants and button them. I watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, mesmerized.
“Please forgive me.” She cleared her throat, her big blue gaze clinging to my face.
“Already did, silly.” My eyes raked along her body to make sure she was all right.
“No, not only for what I did.” She shook her head. “But for what I might do in the future. I have the tendency to reject happiness whenever it finds me. A self-defense mechanism, I suppose. I don’t trust myself with a good thing, Row. And you? You are the best thing out there.”
Later that day, I hurled two garbage bags into the trash can outside Descartes.
I played the conversation with Tate in my head. His little speech hadn’t made my balls shake as he’d expected, but he had a point—I needed to decide what I wanted to do before wrapping shit up here. I was running out of time and keeping the entire town hanging in the air. Either I told him to fuck off or I signed the deal.
The alleyway was frosted over; a thin layer of ice covered the ground. A stack of cardboard was piled up against a fire hydrant. The sound of the heavy metal door of the back of the restaurant clicked shut. I groaned. I had locked myself out.
I began making my way around the pavement to the front entrance, my boots crunching the ice, when an arm wrapped around my neck from behind, yanking me backward.
My back slammed against a burly chest. I sank my fingers into the arms cutting off my oxygen supply, trying to pry them open, when a dark figure appeared before me. A tall, built person wearing black head-to-toe and a balaclava. The person behind me tied my wrists with zip ties, and the man in front of me grabbed my jaw, holding me in place before swinging his fist back with a sucker punch.
The metallic taste of blood exploded in my mouth. I spat a lump of it in the man’s face, a wry laugh leaving my lips. “You’re fucking with the wrong person if you think a little manhandling is going to change my mind one way or the other.”
The man in front of me reached for my neck, squeezing, fingers shaking. I instantly became lightheaded as the person behind me kept digging their knee into my lower back, while the other kicked me as hard as they could. “I’m selling, all right. And the ugly-ass mall and hotel are going to be a constant reminder that I screwed you over. Even if you kill me now, my family will go through with the deal.” This was true. My days of being bullied were over. By my father. By Fuckface. I was the master of my own universe.
A set of knuckles landed directly in my eye socket. I stumbled back, making the person behind me fall flat on their ass. “You better change that mind of yours. Otherwise, both your arms will be broken and you can kiss your chef career goodbye,” he warned, voice shaky and foreign to my ears.
