Page 22 of Eight Years Later

We weren’t the same people we were before, but our connection was as strong as ever.

Just when I was preparing for him to fuck me hard, he leaned over, wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me up off the bed. With his cock still deep inside me, he held me against his chest, his mouth dancing along the crook of my neck as he began thrusting in and out.

“You feel me deep in that tight little pussy?” He growled softly in my ear.

“Mmm,” I hummed. That was all I was capable of at that moment, my other senses were overwhelmed and excited.

The angle was different.

It was so damn deep and hit all new places and buttons deep inside me.

I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and reached my hands to my breasts, twisting and plucking at my nipples. He reached around between my legs with his free hand, and I was done for the second he brushed my clit.

My entire body shuddered as my orgasm swept over me.

He let me go, and I fell forward onto my hands, trying to hold myself up as he pounded hard and fast inside me before finally stilling and letting out a loud groan. “Fucking hell.”

I finally collapsed onto the bed, my body aching and damned satisfied.

Tally chuckled as he shuffled off the edge and onto his feet. I turned my head to the side, smiling as I watched him tuck himself into his jeans and zip them up.

My heart stopped when he turned away. “You’re leaving?”

He paused, hanging his head for a moment before he turned and walked back over to the bed, pressing a long, slow kiss against my lips. “I was just gonna get you a cloth so you can clean up.”

I was stupid.

A fucking idiot.

Then he did just that.

And when I found my panties, I pulled them back on and sat at the edge of the bed next to him, laying my head on his shoulder. “I just—”

“I know I walked out on you a lot,” he cut in. “It taught you to expect that I was just there for a fuck and then would tap out. But if we keep focusing on that shit like it will change anything, it’s gonna drive us crazy. I want to talk about now. I want to talk about you being here. About us giving this a second chance.”

“What do I do about our house? Dylan’s school. My job.” Even though I wasn’t sure why I was coming up with reasons to be in Jacksonville when I knew it wasn’t what I wanted.

It was just a house.

Just a school.

Just a job.

All things that didn’t have to be in Jacksonville.

Things that could be here.

With Tally.

This wasn’t like the first time I left. When I wasn’t sure where we stood, and I was scared Tally wouldn’t want the same things I did.

He’d made it clear.

And he’d left it up to me.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and it eased open just a crack. “Um… just a heads up,” Harmony whispered through the gap. “We’re back, and the boys are chatting with Dylan to keephim occupied, but if you’re fucking, I’d finish that up about now. Cool. Bye.”

“Tally, I—”

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