to say the words. I don’t want to hear them, but I need her to say them.
“That’s not it.” A spark of hope flares in my chest until she adds, “Jax.” My breath stops short. “I can’t do this to Jax,” she cries into my chest.
“Because I’m in the mob?” I ask clearly somehow.
“I can’t give him that life.” She shakes her head, and I hardly hear her words through her tears.
I swallow the lump growing in my throat. “You don’t think I’d be good for him?” I’d be great for him. I don’t know much about kids, but I’d learn. I’d treat them both better than her shit husband did.
She pulls away from me and looks at me with disbelief. “How could you?” She wipes the tears away with the back of her hand and tries to get off the bed. I snatch her wrist and pull her closer to me. I take her lips with mine and push her back onto the mattress. One hand on her throat and one beside her head, bracing my body. I cage her in and kiss her with everything I have. Her fingernails dig into my back.
I bite down on her bottom lip and pull back until she whimpers. I whisper in the air between us, “I’m good enough to fuck, but that’s it?”
A sad look of regret crosses her face. I wish it hadn’t. I don’t want to be a regret. I know I gave her what she needed. “Is that it, doll?” I search her pained expression for anything other than regret and remorse. “You don’t want me, babe?”
Her lips part, and the saddest noise sounds from her lips. I can see in her eyes that she wants me. I know she trusts me from the way her hand gentles on my forearm. My hand’s wrapped around her throat, and she doesn’t even react to it. I lean down and kiss her again, closing my eyes and gently sucking. I brush my tongue along the seam of her lips and she parts them, opening herself for me and moaning into my mouth.
She fucking loves me like I do her. It’s not supposed to be like this, but what really ever happens like it’s supposed to?
I gently rest my forehead against hers. My body heats, and my dick hardens with a desperate need to be inside her again and show her how much she loves me.
“Don’t fucking act like you don’t want me.” My hips push her legs apart, and she opens them obediently. “You just don’t want to believe you do.” I rock my dick against her heat before reaching down to push my pants down. “Stop lying to yourself.”
“I do.” She struggles to say her words. Relief washes through me, but it’s only temporary. The look on her face tells me everything. She’ll never be with me. It fucking hurts. She didn’t even give us a chance. She must see my pain, because her hands grab my neck and she pushes my lips onto hers.
“Please,” she whispers. But I don’t know what she means. I can’t ever figure her out. I look deep into her hazel eyes. “Please,” she asks again, her breathing shallow. She bites her bottom lip and rocks against my hard dick.
She just wants me to fuck her. A sharp shot to my chest makes me almost get off her, but her words stop me.
“Like you want to. Like I’m yours.” I barely hear her words. I search her eyes and then I hear the sweetest sounds whispered from her lips, “Punish me.”
It won’t take the pain away. I know it won’t, but I’ll be damned if I don’t want to pin her down and make her love me.
I narrow my eyes and look down at Becca. “Take your shirt off and get on your knees.”
I’m going to take her exactly how I've wanted to since I first held her ass in my office. It may be the last time I ever get to. In the morning I know she’ll want to leave. And I don’t think I have it in me to stop her. So I’m going to make this night count. I sit back on my heels and stroke my dick as she obeys me.
My hand comes down hard across her ass, leaving an angry red print. She yelps, and her body jolts forward with the blow. The slap echoes through the room, and then I remember her son. Fuck! I need to be