“I can’t stay away from you,” he said, voice low and deep. My core hummed in recognition of this voice, the deep and husky one that made my pulse accelerate and my insides overheat. “I try so hard to fight it, but it’s clear now.” He held my face tighter. “It’s so fucking clear now, Chloe. Avoiding you is damn near impossible.”
“So… what do we do?” My voice was faint.
He looked me over, and in that moment, it seemed he thought of every possible thing that could go wrong—every disaster that could happen. But when it came down to the wire, he had the same thought in mind as I did. “We hope this is just a phase and try to get over each other.”
“Just this summer?”
His eyes became soft. “Just one summer.” After he said that, his head moved down, and his mouth found the lips he’d been dying to get a taste of. This time, I didn’t fight him. I didn’t ward him off or push away. I fell deep into Theo’s black sea because it’d been so long since I felt this. It wasn’t scary, and it wasn’t sticky or dark. I… liked it. The dark, clashing waves he created within me, the feeling of floating, drifting—so far gone while with him.
I’d wanted this to happen for years now. Theo Black in front of me, on top of me, taking me. Making me his. Owning me like he did the very first night we attempted this crazy, fucked-up relationship.
In no time, we became antsy. Hands all over, bodies grinding, hearts pounding. His hands became greedy, tearing at my shorts and then yanking my tank top over my head. I tore at his shorts, and when his cock sprung free, I gripped it, grinning behind our kiss.
His groan was ferocious, body in need of more. Hungrily, he kissed me while my legs snaked around his hips, and he sank into me. A sharp gasp brushed by parted lips, my mind no longer crowded but focused on this solitary moment. His strokes were slow and rigid, our breathing heavy. Our foreheads were touching, my arms laced around his neck, and our lips only a breadth away.
His face turned as hard as stone as he watched me, as if it’d been years since he wanted this and now that he had it, he couldn’t fuck it up. He wanted to take it slow, but I could tell he wanted to fuck me until I couldn’t take anymore.
“Talk to me, baby,” he breathed in my ear. “Tell me how long you’ve waited for this.”
“Too long,” I breathed, tugging him closer.
“You didn’t come home…” He stroked faster, panting deep. “You avoided me for three years, Little Knight. Such a bad girl, making me suffer like that.”
“I… I didn’t know how to face you—what to say.”
Reaching up, he gripped my face and forced my eyes on his. “You face me like this,” he growled, nostrils flaring. “With my dick deep inside you and your eyes right on mine. Like this, Chloe,” he grunted, slamming into me. “Like you’ve always wanted.”
My chin dropped, and a loud moan shot to the treetops. This time, he didn’t bother covering my mouth. He wanted to hear me, and he didn’t give a fuck who else could.
Theo released my face, his palms going to the thick trunk of the tree. He took me mercilessly, grunting and growling, his body going stiff as my teeth sank into his bottom lip. Cupping my ass, he walked away from the tree and lowered my back to the grass, stroking harder, faster, drilling so hard a clapping noise echoed through the small forest.
“You feel so fucking good, baby. Still so fucking wet for me.” His brown eyes roamed my body. I started to writhe, gripping the arms that were planted on either side of my head, watching as only his hips moved up and down, side to side. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I clenched repeatedly, soaking the length of his massive cock.
He didn’t stop.
In fact, he picked up his pace, his name a forbidden exclamation spilling from my lips. He conjured a yelp so shrill it made birds scatter. He scanned the area, and when he saw our surroundings were clear, he craned his head, bringing his mouth down.
Holding one side of my face with one hand, he used the other to grip my thigh, stroking repeatedly in the same, deep, relentless stroke, until he let out a heavy groan and came, eyes sealing, body jolting.
“Oh fuck, Chloe.” His voice was full of disbelief, as if he didn’t expect to cum so hard and so soon. He stilled in his position above, falling from his high, head dropping, and eyes landing on me.
He panted.
We panted, staring into one another’s eyes. Leaning forward, his lips brushed my cheek before moving over to my mouth. “Your pussy is perfect, you know that?” His upper lip curved, and the top row of his pearly whites was revealed.
“Stop it,” I murmured, fighting a smile. He moved aside, allowing me to sit up. He watched me for a few seconds, and then he leaned forward, lifting a hand to pluck something out of my hair.
“I like this park and all, but we can’t keep making shit happen here.” He laughed, flicking the piece of grass away.
I giggled. “It just… happens, I guess.”
“I guess… but you deserve better. A room. A nice place.” His gaze softened. “With me.”
The longer he looked at me, the more my smile happened to collapse. Every bad thought flashed in my brain like hazard lights, along with one of the very reasons I was upset with him to begin with. “Last night,” I said, voice breathy. “I saw you.”
His head tilted. “Saw me what?”
I dropped my head plucking a piece of grass.
“With Trixie?” he answered for me.
“That’s her name?” I tried not to laugh but couldn’t help the smile.
“Sounds stripper-ish, right?” he chuckled.
“Uh, yeah!”
“She only stopped by to pick up her clothes. Nothing happened. I promise.”
“How do I know you’re not lying? She is your girl toy, after all.”
“We aren’t really going to make things happen anymore…”
My brows narrowed. “Why not?”
“She’s moving to Las Vegas. I already don’t trust her here. I damn sure wouldn’t trust her there.”
“Oh my god,” I laughed, “Is she a stripper?”
“Nah… but she works at Dane’s. It’s pretty much the same thing.”
“That’s where you met her?”
He stood up and tugged his shorts up to his waist, then he went for my shirt and shorts on the ground. After helping me up and handing my clothes to me, he said, “Yep. Kind of just… happened.”
“Hmm. Like we did?”
He scoffed. “Definitely nothing like that.”
“Do you love her?” I avoided his eyes after asking the question, afraid of his response. I focused on adjusting my panties and putting on my shorts, staring at the ground, but he tilted my chin, head shaking as our eyes met.
“I don’t love her, Chloe. She was just someone that… distracted me when you left and helped me forget about certain things.” He paused, dragging his eyes down my five-foot-seven frame and then bringing them back up to mine again. “But now that you’re back, well”—he shrugged—“I guess I realized she isn’t exactly the type of woman I want running around in my life.”
“No? So what kind of woman are you looking for?”
He moved forward, a boyish smile on display. Stroking my cheek, he quietly answered me. “I want a woman with brains, but also one that knows how to have fun. A woman with dreams. Goals. A woman that knows what she wants, even though she knows it may be bad for her. A woman that doesn’t mind taking risks in order to be happy.”
I inhaled a wisp of air, looking away. All those things I could relate to, but there were plenty of other women out there that could also relate—women that had no sort of relationship with his only child.
“Hmm.”
When I was all dressed, he hooked an arm across my shoulders and led the way back to the trail. “What are you doing tonight?” he asked.
“I’m not sure. Why?” I looked up, meeting the brown irises that were already on me.