take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and open the bathroom door. Steam fills the large space as I stomp over to the shower and yank it open. “I’m not leaving!” I snap.
Stepping out from under the sprayer, he turns to face me. His blue eyes are tired, possibly sad. I’m not sure which at this point. “April …”
“No, Grave! I will not let you …” My words trail off as I spot his arm. Purple, blue, and black ink cover his right arm in a sleeve. “What …?” My heart begins to pound in my chest. “Why?” It’s the only word I can think of. “Why would you do that?” My eyes manage to meet his.
His eyes stare down into mine intently. “A woman drew this, and I thought it was so beautiful that I wanted to show it off to the world.”
“It’s me.” I choke, those damn tears stinging my eyes once again. He makes me so emotional. “My drawing …”
“It is.” He nods once. “I had to have it.”
“Why?” The first tear falls down my cheek.
“Because.” He reaches out, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the shower. Clothes and all. “You are gorgeous, April. The most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever seen.”
Another tear falls. “But we … we broke up,” I say.
“So?” He frowns. “You think that made me love you any less?”
My breath gets caught in my lungs. “You love me?” I whisper.
“More than anything.”
I sniff, my chest tightening with remorse. I had so much I wanted to say to him. How I wasn’t going to leave him. How I wouldn’t allow him to do this to him or to me. But now the words mean nothing. “I love you. And I should have told you …”
His lips crash onto mine, cutting off my rambling. I open for him, tasting my own tears. His hands go to my shirt, and I lift my arms above my head and pull away just long enough for him to remove the fabric.
“I love you,” I mumble against his lips.
He growls, his hands yank my shorts undone and shove them down my legs. I kick them off. Spinning us around, he slams my back into the wall, shielding the water with his body. Then his lips are back on mine as he slides into me.
I throw my head back, pulling my lips from his to cry out. I forgot what he felt like. How big he was. He starts to move, after getting a better grip of my body.
My hands go around his neck, and I grasp his hair between my fingers.
He wraps his free hand around my neck, and my pussy tightens. My lips part, and I suck in a ragged breath.
I look at him through heavy eyes, and he’s already watching me. The sound of our bodies slapping and the shower running fills the room along with our heavy breathing. My toes start to curl, and I close my eyes when the sensation takes over. “Oh, God.” I gasp.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
GRAVE
HER PUSSY CLENCHES around my cock, and her body tightens against mine as she comes.
I lean down, attacking her lips with mine as I continue to fuck her, getting ready for my own release. I would love to take my time with her right now, but I can’t. My body fucking hurts. I’m exhausted, but I couldn’t not show her that I love her. That I’m sorry for what I did. How I reacted and that I let her think I truly didn’t give a fuck about her.
I thrust one last time before coming. I lower her to her shaky feet but keep her pinned to the shower wall. “I’m sorry,” I say. She’ll never know how much I’m sorry for hurting her. I would give anything to take it back.
“Don’t be,” she whispers, running her fingers along my sleeve. “You did nothing wrong.”
I place my forehead to hers, still trying to catch my breath. “I did.” In so many ways.
She reaches up and cups my face and I lean into it. My eyes growing heavier by the second. I can feel the adrenaline from the fight dying off. I blink and her face grows with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer, taking a step back. “I just …” I almost trip over her clothes and fall into the wall.
“Grave.” She grips my upper arms. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned off and in bed.”
I don’t argue with her because honestly, I’m not sure how much longer I