Pawn (The Pawn Duet #2) - T.M. Frazier Page 0,68

on my shoulder, pressing her palm to my chest. “I know you’re real,” she says, her cheeks stained with her tears. “You are my constant.” She releases a shaky sigh. “The rest of the world, everything I see, everything else…it’s all just variables.”

She presses a soft kiss to the side of my mouth. “Please, I need you. I need you to show me that you’re still real,” she begs.

My mind thinks it’s a terrible idea, but she’s already hurting so much, and with that one kiss, my body doesn’t care what else is going on. My heart breaks even more as she steps back and tears off her shirt and strips off her shorts, standing there naked and vulnerable in front of me. “Please,” she says once more, and my control is lost. I scoop her up in my arms and set her down on the counter. I want to make her feel good. Maybe, for the last time in a long time. If I can give this one thing to her, then I’ll die fucking giving it to her.

I kiss her back with all of the hurt and love and pain and confusion that I’ve felt over these last few months. She moans into my mouth as our tears drip over our melded lips. Our tongues dance, slowly, passionately, and when I open my eyes, I’m staring right back into hers. She’s with me. Right here. Right now.

No delusions because she’s right.

This is real. It’s the most real thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

She’s not just real.

She’s everything.

I break the kiss, feeling dizzy from all the new emotions washing over me. I have to remind myself that this is for her as my cock strains against my zipper. I push on her chest until her back is flat on the sand and spread her legs, kneeling before her. I lick her from asshole to pussy over and over again. When I think she’s almost there, I give her what she wants, licking and sucking on her swollen clit until she’s screaming my name while she comes in a violent thrash, all the while her eyes are open and locked on me as if she closes them I’ll be gone forever.

Just like they are.

“Please, Pike. I need you. I need you now,” she says. Her eyes are clear, and the glazed look of delusion is nowhere in sight. She sits up and reaches for my belt releasing it from my jeans, then pushes them down my legs. I chuck them off while keeping eye contact the entire time. I reach for my shirt and pull it up over my head. Her hands immediately go to my chest. On instinct, I lift her up, setting her on top of me. “Take what you need.”

“I need you,” she says as I arch my neck and press my lips to hers.

“Then, take me,” I offer. I lift her hips from my lap as she grabs my cock, positioning it at her pussy, then gradually release her until I’m buried inside the most wonderfully crazy girl I love.

She’d have to be crazy to want to be with me. Not in this way, but in any way.

The situation would be funny if it wasn’t so devastatingly unfunny.

She groans and rocks her hips against me, causing the most beautiful friction up and down my shaft inside her tight wet heat. My eyes want to roll back in my head at the pleasure of it all, but I’d allow them to fall the fuck out before I let that happen and lose the connection we have.

She finds a pace and a rhythm, wrapping her hands around my head, threading her fingers through my hair while her perfect tits bounce in my face.

It’s all too much and not fucking enough.

It will never be enough.

Not with Mickey.

Not ever.

“Pike, I need more,” she begs, and I realize what she’s asking, and she doesn’t know how to get there herself.

I dig my fingers into her hips and raise her up until only the tip of my cock is inside of her. I thrust up, pistoling my hips as I drop her down. Over and over again, I fuck her and make her fuck me as we don’t dare so much as blink.

It feels so right because it’s with Mickey, but unlike the other times, it also feels all too wrong.

A tear rolls down her face as she comes, screaming and crying out through her orgasm as her pussy clenches around