Page 73 of Fueled Hate

Slowly pulling my hand out of his, I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he swiftly engulfs me in his arms, burying his face against my neck as he pulls me on his lap. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I don’t know what to do. Just let me figure out what to do,” he pleads, hugging me closer to him before shifting to look at me. “Please don’t leave me. Promise me.”

“I promise,” I whisper as his thumb brushes over my lips.

He slowly leans forward, feathering a tender kiss on my lips before the kiss deepens, becoming needy, pulling from me what we both have been fighting for so long. And I’m so tired of fighting against him.

Shifting to straddle him, I reach for the hem of his shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it to the floor. His hands grip my ass, pressing me down on his lap. I pull my own T-shirt over my head, tossing it quickly to the side as I reach for him, my fingers clutching his shoulders as I rock against him. The soft material of my underwear rubs against his jeans. There’s too much between us. I want to feel him and only him.

Reaching for his jeans, I begin unbuttoning them when his hand clasps mine, stopping me.

“Sadie, are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I crash my mouth to his, showing him that I’m ready … as ready as I can possibly be for him.

He grips my thighs, holding me as my legs wrap around his waist when he stands from the couch. Walking into my bedroom, he sets me on the edge of my bed. His mouth never leaves mine as he pulls my underwear down then kicks off his jeans. His hand rubs my inner thigh and then his fingers slip inside me, his mouth swallowing the gasp from mine.

His lips trail down my neck, as he kneels on the floor between my legs. His mouth moves over my chest as he licks my nipple before sucking it between his lips while his fingers continue pumping inside me. Moving lower, he deposits kisses over my stomach as he guides me to lie back on the bed. There’s no better feeling than his face between my thighs as his tongue tastes me, gently licking before working mercilessly to pull an orgasm out of my needy core.

Slowly, he withdraws his fingers, kissing a path up my body. We both scoot further up on the bed toward the headboard and he hovers over me.

He gently drops down, brushing his lips over my mouth as he mutters, “I’m not worried about your firsts … I want to be your lasts.”

My hands cling to his sides, holding tight to his taut muscles as I close my eyes. Lifting up to meet his kiss, I murmur, “All yours.”

His body tenses at my declaration for only a moment before he ravishes my mouth with his. He breaks away, pulls back slightly, then sucks in a deep breath. “If you need me to slow down, tell me. Tell me what you need.”

“You. I need you.” I pull him to me, wanting to feel him, knowing that I can tell him to stop at any moment and he will. Not that that’s what I want. Raising my hips, his cock rubs against me, sending a profound longing zipping through me. I know without a doubt he’s the only one who can fulfill it.

His hand grips my thigh, strong and powerful yet gentle and adoring. He lifts my leg to hook on his waist, then hesitates for a moment before slowly shifting forward. His hard cock slowly, impeccably fills me as my fingers dig into his back. He stills for a moment when he’s fully inside me before nearly pulling out completely and then rocking back into me. Gradually, I feel my body relaxing where I hadn’t even realized I was tensing. Where I used to expect to feel pain, torment, and emptiness, each thrust from Dylan fills me with pleasure. He increases my desire for him—to have him deeper, harder, longer, and to never let go.

He kisses me as he rocks into me. My hips meet his thrust for thrust until he goes still, tensing and cussing under his breath. His hand squeezes my thigh as he holds my leg tightly against him. He wants me closer; he’s not immediately withdrawing and leaving me alone on the bed. Instead, he remains inside me for several luxurious minutes, kissing me, wiping strands of hair off my face, tracing his fingers across my brow, sighing contentedly before slowly pulling out.

That is how it’s supposed to feel. And that’s how I always want it to be. Only with him—my last.

40

Dylan

As I wake, I feel her warm, naked back pressed against my chest. My arm tightens around her stomach, pulling her closer to kiss her shoulder. She lets out a soft sigh, and grabbing my arm, tucks it across her chest, pulling it tighter around her. For a few seconds, the feeling that everything is all right allows me to soak in her relaxed state. Right now, she fully trusts me, as if my arm will shield her from what’s to come. But she shouldn’t.

“I need to get to work.” She lets out a frustrated groan as she rolls away from me and grabs her phone off the nightstand then plops back against me. Neither of us make a move to get out of bed, lying there in serene silence until she asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I reply, the race replaying in my head for the thousandth time.

“I don’t believe you,” she whispers as she keeps her face turned away from me.

Reaching up, I tuck her hair behind her ear, and I lean forward, feathering a kiss behind her ear. “I don’t believe me either.”

I’m not okay. Bryce knew it. Deep down, I knew it too and still raced. Yet, there’s an involuntary smile on my face. She’s not hiding from me any longer … and I can’t hide from her. Maybe there is some hope for us, for me to keep her. There has to be because my fate was sealed long before last night. I can’t exist without her. But I can’t stay here. Everything reminds me of Noah. That was my focus when I arrived in Sunland. And even as she took ahold of me, I still walked around this miserable town wondering if I was visiting somewhere Noah had too … anything to feel a connection to him in this place. But I’ve never felt so detached from him.

She shifts, rolling onto her side as she looks to me. “Where’d you go last night?”

“Nowhere.” Nowhere because I feel like I’m spinning in circles, driving a circle track that is endless. I loop around the track, battle my way to the finish line only to realize there’s another lap to go, another obstacle to overcome on the never-ending track. Those aren’t the races I run. A quarter mile, straight shot as I cross the finish line in seconds, always keeping my eyes on the prize. Focus. Drive. Win.

Sadie loops her arm around my torso, hugging tight as she tucks her face against my chest. A few minutes later, she releases me and slides off the bed which immediately feels so empty it’s painful, and I hurry to stand, pulling my jeans on as Sadie heads into the bathroom.

Dropping down on the end of the bed, I look around the room as I patiently wait for her to get dressed. A soft knock sounds on the door and Willow peeks in, shocked when she sees me sitting there.