Page 119 of Forgotten Pieces

The feel of him between my legs sends a jolt of electricity through my body. I brace myself against the door, fighting against the feelings he gives me.

I want him.

I want to love him.

I want to put our past behind us.

But deep down I know it will all fall apart again.

So I let myself use him. Find pleasure in his love.

One final time.

I groan as he bites on my clit at the same time he shoves two fingers inside of me. I try to fight off the orgasm as long as I can but the pleasure he ignites in my body is white hot and I can’t ignore the flame.

I explode around his fingers, nearly collapsing against the door as I do. He grips my hips to keep me in place as he sets my leg back on the ground. He stands up bringing his lips to mine before he lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist. He places a hand against the door to steady himself, once again wincing in pain.

“Bedroom?” he asks.

“Put me down, you’re hurt.”

He places a hand on my cheek. “I’ll take all the pain in the world for this moment with you.”

Fuck me. I press my lips to his as I murmur that my bedroom is in the back. He carries me back and I can tell he is struggling but I know how stubborn he is and he won’t put me down.

He throws me on the bed and I can’t help but stare at him as he stands at the edge of the bed. He is sexy as sin in his uniform. The jacket fits perfectly over his muscular, broad shoulders. His pants tight around his defined thighs. Even tighter is the large bulge in the front that tells me he is more than ready for my body. I bite my lip as we once again stare each other down.

He kneels on the bed and crawls over me. My hands go to his jacket, unfastening the buttons. He pulls it off and throws it over the bed. He grabs the buttons of his shirt while I go for the buckle of his pants, making quick work of ridding him of the rest of his clothes.

His lips kiss across my clavicle as I reach down to unclasp my heels.

“Keep them on,” Ryder demands as he stands up, dragging my hips to the edge of the bed.

I notice a huge scar running down his left thigh from hip to knee. I reach out to touch it but he pushes my hand away. “Later. I’ll tell you later,” he moans as he lines himself up to my center. My legs wrapping around his hips, heels digging into his ass. “I need you, birdie. And I’m not sure I can be gentle.”

“Take me.”

He slams into me and I scream his name. This right here is perfection. We were made for each other. He is everything I never knew I needed.

We both moan as he slams into me over and over again. Our passion is raw, our need primal. We take from each other as much as we give the other. And when we both hit that precipice, holding on to the edge as much as we can, our lips crash together and we fall at the same time.

He collapses on top of me, both of us breathing heavy. Our silence speaks volumes to each other. He pulls out and finds my bathroom bringing back a damp towel to clean me up. I move up the bed and rest against the headboard as he lies down next to me.

I let him wrap his arms around me. His head on my stomach. Within minutes I hear soft snores. It pains me to think this might be the first time he has fallen asleep so easily in months.

It hurts even more to think I used him for sex.

Because no matter how much I love this man, I need to protect my heart more.

* * *

I wake up the next morning to an empty bed.

I grab a t-shirt off the chair in the corner and walk out to the kitchen to find Ryder sitting in his uniform at the breakfast bar.

“I made coffee,” he says.

“Thank you.”

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