Dark Secret - Avelyn Paige Page 0,38

not after I left, and not after Hayden,” she sobs.

Hayden. Yeah, that part makes it a lot harder. “Tell me about her. I want to know everything.”

Her face is still wet with tears, but one side of her mouth tips up. “She’s amazing, Wyatt. She’s beautiful and brilliant, and so fucking fearless. She loves people, and has always been the kid who make friends with everyone. Even the outcasts.”

“Sounds like you.”

She grins. “I’ve always thought she has the best of both of us.”

The best of both of us. I like that.

“Shel, I’m not gonna lie. I hate what you did and why you did it. I hate everything that resulted from all of it. But…” Reaching up, I cup my hands around her face to stop her from pacing. A beautiful face. “You’re it for me. Always have been, and always will be. I’ve spent years hating you, but at the same time, waiting for you to walk back through that door. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let you walk away again.”

“How will we ever get past this, though? The hurt. The anger. There’s no way we can be together. Not after what I’ve done.”

“We have to be,” I tell her. “Because I swear to God, my heart has been in pieces since the day you left, and I didn’t even know it. Now you’re here, and it’s like every single day, even when you’re being a total asshole, you stitch another piece back together.”

Her lips twitch. “You saying I’m an asshole?”

I shrug. “Maybe some of the time.”

She grins at me for a moment, and I can’t help but think of how much I’ve missed being the one to make those lips grin like that.

“We have a lot to talk about,” she warns.

“We do. And we will. We have time.”

Her big doe eyes stare back at me, and I can’t take it anymore. This time, when we kiss, there’s no anger. There’s no tension. There’s just love.

Her lips are like the softest silk, and in that moment, it’s like no time has passed. Once again, I’m that young, headstrong, wannabe biker, and she’s that punky, spunky teenage girl with hopes of forever with the boy she loves. In that moment, our lost time is forgotten.

I kiss her deeper, reveling in the taste, sound, and feel of the woman I’ve always loved. Slowly, I walk her back, stopping when her legs hit the bed. Pulling me closer, I lower her back to the mattress, never breaking our connection.

We’re caught in the moment of tongues, hands, and hot breath. Our mouths explore places we haven’t been in years. I cup her breast, my thumb sliding back and forth across her nipple as we move. Our hips roll as one, locked together like magnets. Every touch of her hand stitches up another piece of my heart.

“I love you so fucking much,” I whisper into her ear.

“I love you,” she gasps.

“You’re not leaving me again.”

“Never.”

“You’re fucking mine, Shel.”

I feel her tighten around me. “I’ve always been yours.”

She feels so perfect. So right. So mine. “Come for me, baby.”

Her release was so close, but those words are all it takes to send her off into oblivion. I watch her face as she moans long and low, her walls clutching my cock like a vice. Her fingernails dig into my back, and I can’t hold off any longer.

I come long and hard. Starbursts go off behind my eyelids, while jolts of electric pleasure shoot up and down my spine.

Shelby lies silently in my arms as our chests heave in the aftermath. Her damp skin pressing so tightly against mine is the closest feeling to heaven I’ve ever felt. Sleeping together before had been satisfying a primal urge, but this is so much more. It’s an apologetic dance of our pasts, and a promise of something more in the future—our future.

A soft snore escapes her lips as she drifts off to sleep. I take my opportunity to slip from the bed, leaving her there to rest. As much as I’d like to sleep beside her, there’s still work to be done. Finding my boxers on the floor, I pull them up over my hips, just as a ding from my computer echoes into the room.

I march over to the desk and click the mouse. A chat request box blinks on the toolbar from Blox World. I select it, and literally feel my heart stop as I read the message.

HayDay911: H needs your help. Can we