Page 24 of Finding Fate
“The first time Riggan came to stay for a weekend after I moved in with my brother. He did it at the kitchen table. Micah forced me to ask a girl out from school to try to move on and make a new circle of friends. I hated it. The whole night she tried to talk to me and flirt and all I could think was she wasn’t you. I guess it served a purpose. I knew then I’d never be able to give another girl that part of me. I was emotionally unavailable.”
Her eyes well up. “How long were you gone?”
“I lived with Micah for two years before I packed my shit. He’d gotten me a job and all with him after I graduated making good money—pipeline work. I’d already been coming back for band stuff here and there. He could tell I wasn’t happy but still tried to talk me out of it. He’s making bank now; told me to stay with it and he could easily get me promoted. I saved a shit-ton of money I’m still sitting on, but I couldn’t take it anymore. My friends were back home. You were back home. I couldn’t touch you without going to jail but being close was easier than being in another state. Dad only agreed to let me move back if I worked with him where he could keep an eye on me and make sure I stayed away from you. Then Abby died. Riggan needed me. I guess it was just meant to be.”
“I remember hearing about that. It was awful.”
“Yeah. He went nuts. I was always worried about what he’d do next. There were times we couldn’t find him for days or weeks at a time. It helped me deal and keep my mind off our shit, I guess. He has Sayler now, though. He’s finally in a good place.” Last night plays back through my mind and how I went apeshit on Konnor. “There was nothing going on between me and her, Gabby. I swear. I was pissed off at Riggan because of something shitty he did to me to fuck my mind up over you. It was like some sordid payback because he’s possessive over her. Beyond that, it was more about trust and fixing a friendship that’s been broken for a while. It’s not like you think. Sayler has her own issues that don’t matter enough anymore to sit here and explain it. It’s not my business to share. We just became closer friends from it is all.”Friends . . .“I want to know what the hell is the deal with you and Konnor. We didn’t do guy and girl friends back then. I’m losing my mind over what you were before him and Presley got together.”
She tugs at my arm. “Come here.”
I scoot closer. She turns on her side under the covers, giving me a full-frontal view of everything that’s ever made me hard in a nutshell. I grab her ass and pull her closer until our chests are pressed together. She throws her leg over both of mine. “You know how the clubhouse in my subdivision has a lot of parties and events for the residents and their guests? Just one more thing to make houses there sell for top dollar.”
“Yeah, so . . .”
“Konnor’s parents live in my subdivision. I met him at the New Year’s Eve ball last year, as in two years ago once this New Year’s Eve rolls around. Occasionally I show up at the parties in some cheap dress to embarrass my dad so all the people that know him can go back and tell him I must be crying out for attention and the like. Konnor propositioned me to make it look like we were about to have sex in the bathroom at the end of the night to piss off his date—insert Presley. I mean, I didn’t know her, so what the hell was it to me. He was hot.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “I don’t want to hear that you think he’s fucking hot.”
She raises a brow. “You obviously thought Sayler was hot enough to get hard for. Shut that shit up.”
I growl, aggravation setting in. “I hate this.”
“Well, get over it. He’s my friend. He has been since then. He hung out with me that night as we hit up a few parties in the area. We’ve talked about you before. We’ve talked about Presley. He lived with me for a while between college ending for the summer and him moving back in with his parents before he moved here for school—to be withPresley. He was screwing my roommate for crying out loud, not me. The worst thing we’ve done is see each other during brief periods of nakedness, like him shucking said condom from screwing my roommate or him taking a piss when I was getting in the shower.”
I stare at her. “You expect me to believe he saw you naked and never tried to hook up with you when both of you were single? And then last night you and him kissed. Whether Presley was in on it or not I’m not buying it.”
She rolls her eyes. “Maddox, shut up. It was like kissing my brother, if you must know. I hate even giving you that kind of ammo, because your jealousy over Konnor is quite entertaining considering he’s married with a baby on the way. The only thing that saved me from getting little incestual vibes is Presley. We’ve never had that kind of a relationship. He got the sister vibe from me long before I picked up on it, hence him screwingmy roommate. My head was always on you. Unlike some people, a hot guy was just a hot guy to me. I didn’t sleep with them just because I thought they were hot.”
I jerk her on top of me as I flip on my back. “You going to keep reminding me I slept with other girls when we weren’t together so I’ll feel even guiltier that you didn’t?”
A wicked gleam sparkles in those espresso eyes. She leans forward, pulling her long hair to one side, and peppering kisses on my mouth. “Maybe. You fuck so much better when you’re groveling.”
I frame her face with my hands and pull her in, snagging up her lips for myself, letting myself grow hard between her legs. She moans into me when my tongue slips through her mouth, already rubbing her wet center up and down my length as fast as she can, rocking the bed. My chest expands, my hormones pumping me up from how good she feels on top of me. It always blew my mind how in tune she was with her own body, even just coming into her teens.
She sits upright. Her hips work hard to make that clit of hers feel good, but just when she’s about to come, I wrap my arm around her waist and lift her off me, quickly burying my dick in her heat. “Asshole,” she says, her hips starting up again. “I love your strength.”
My legs pull into a bend and my heels dig in. There is no space between us. She’s grinding that hot little body on mine, leaving me soaked as she rocks on my cock. “Shit.”
She works harder, remembering exactly how to make me and her come at the same time. Dick to pussy wall over and over. Soft skin against my pelvis. One hand settles on her waist and the other squeezes hard around her breast. “You like me doing this to you?” she asks.
“Yes. No one fucks me like you do.” My toes curl and my head scrapes back against the pillow, trying to focus on any action but what she’s doing. The headboard lightly hits against the wall from how hard she’s going.
The friction from her skin scrubbing against mine is making it so much hotter, and suddenly, the front of her body is tight as her spine rounds and she slows down. Everything tightens around me; gets wetter. “Maddox,” she whispers.
I grab the back of her neck and pull her down, making her look at me. Her eyes have always been my downfall. “What you want, baby?”
“Come with me; in me.” The second it’s out of her mouth the first spurt shoots off inside of her. The kind of power she has over my mind and body is scary. I grip her head and pull her in for a kiss, feeling through my orgasm as I worship her mouth, my hands memorizing every inch of skin. I’ll never get enough of her. She’s the only girl for me. Six years of my life proved I’ll never move on. Our eyes open at the same time. “I love you, Maddox. I need nothing else in life but you.”
Emotion consumes me. “I can’t live without you, Gabby. I’ve tried. I need to know it’s forever this time.”
She places her hand on the side of my face and kisses me. “Until we take our last breath.”
She gets off me and out of bed. “I want to take you out,” I tell her. “We can get lunch and then go get phones and anything else you need.”
She looks at me, picking my white undershirt up off the floor and pulling it on, then steps into the swimsuit bottoms she was wearing last night. “Phones? As in plural?”
I lean over and grab my boxer briefs off the floor to put them on. “Yes, we are both phoneless.”