Page 21 of Eight Years Later

But I owned it.

“We really had no idea what we were doing then,” he said with a soft laugh. “Things were growing between us, and we were both trying to fight it and ignore it like it wasn’t happening.”

We had.

He had called me one day and told me everyone was commenting about us dancing together and Tally being around me more often. I think we both freaked out a little at that.Neither of us had been prepared for what we had to turned into—something more than just sex and good times.

But it had.

It happened fast.

And it seemed that neither of us was prepared for the feelings that came along with it or knew how to express them to each other.

“But I don’t want to make the same mistake twice,” he finally admitted, and the butterflies in my stomach were once again alive and fluttering. He lowered his mouth, his lips grazing my jaw, following the line until he found my mouth. My skin prickled with goose bumps as he hovered, his breath tickling over my skin. “And I’m not going to just let you leave again without a fight.”

The statement scared the crap out of me and filled my heart with so much joy.

Being back in the clubhouse had me questioning everything.

What I wanted for my future.

And how badly I wanted it.

Where we’d been didn’t matter anymore.

I’d made those choices.

I had lived with the consequences for eight years.

And now I was at a fork in the road.

It was time to make a new decision, and one that would possibly dictate the next eight years.

I grabbed the front of Tally’s shirt and yanked hard, pulling his mouth down to meet mine. The kiss was divine. It was intense and frenzied but filled with a passion that was only found between two people with a special connection.

He sat back suddenly, his hands working at my jeans. I couldn’t help but laugh as he unbuttoned them and grabbed the hem around both ankles, jerking and tugging them, lifting me off the bed as he frantically stripped them from my legs.

My panties were next, practically torn away and tossed across the room.

He didn’t waste a second spreading my thighs and ducking his head between them. I gasped as he kissed his way up my inner thigh, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin. I swore he covered every inch, torturing me until he reached my center.

One long swipe of his tongue through my pussy had me grabbing fistfuls of his hair and lifting my hips toward his mouth, seeking more.

He licked and sucked at my clit, his tongue circling the tiny bud before pulling it into his mouth like his favorite candy. The fuse was lit, and with each swipe of his tongue I was burning, getting closer and closer to detonation. “Tally, oh God,” I whispered, tossing my head back and grinding my hips against his face, searching for that final spark that would send me to the damn moon. “Oh yes!”

It felt like I was flying through the damn stars, a loud moan falling from my lips as pleasure rushed through my body.

One second, he was there, and the next, he was gone.

I was still flying high when I opened my eyes to see where he’d gone, only to see him kneeling, his jeans pulled down just enough to free his cock. It was in his hand, and he was watching me come apart while tugging it.

“So fucking pretty.” He reached for me, grabbing my hips and rolling me onto my stomach before pulling me toward him so I was up on my knees but spread wide open. I kept my chest pressed to the bed, my arms stretched up over my head.

He lined up his cock, running it over my wet slit a couple of times, bumping my sensitive clit and sending more electric spasms through my body before finally driving his length so damn deep inside me. He grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them apart so he could press forward as hard as possible.

“Dammit.” I groaned into the bed, gripping the sheets and trying to keep from instantly coming again. Or maybe I was still riding that first wave. Either way, it was hard to think straight. I was overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside me again.

It was familiar, but at the same time, new.

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