Page 207 of Chaos Kills

Another second with her.

“I want to fuck,” I answer honestly. “I want to fuck you so hard, McQueen. I want your lips on me. I want your tight pussy milking me dry. I want to feel something other than this fake happiness and contentment that runs through my bloodstream. I want something I thought was real. Something that I know was real for me.”

“It was real for me, too,” she whispers. “All of it. Every single fucking second.”

“It wasn’t. You didn’t love me, McQueen. I loved you. And that’s not enough.”

“You’re enough. I know you don’t believe me. I know it’s too little, too late, and that it means jack shit right now. But I didn’t marry for love. I married for survival.”

“I don’t wanna hear another fuckin’ word about how I couldn’t?—”

“I love you. You know I do. I would do anything to fix this. I would jump off Peer Pressure Point or run myself over with my own car. I love you…Reevie. I’ll always—” I’ve already spun around and sprinted back to the bedt, jumping onto the mattress, careful not to crush her with my weight.

Her legs instantly widen for me to settle in between them while I zip down my jeans and pull out my already hard cock.

She’s only in an oversized tee and cotton panties that I shove to the side and immediately enter her before I hear her mouth open again to say anything that might fuck it up for me.

She squeezes her thick legs around my waist, and my mouth falls down to hers, punishing her for what she did and how I’m feeling about what she said. How I’m spiraling into a fucking dark hole of depression and relying on shit that is only a temporary fix.

My tongue demands entrance into her mouth, and she lets me in, as I taste her again for the first time in what feels like fucking forever and a day.

I’m addicted to this woman. I need the twelve-step program to quit her. She feels too good for comfort. The way my dick can’t get enough and how perfectly she feels as I thrust in unplanned and unsteady pushes and pulls.

Bay moans into my mouth, and I only increase my speed.

I want her to come.

I need my name on her lips.

I want to come so hard inside her that I never leave when I can’t be with her physically anymore.

“Baby, I missed you,” I say against her mouth and between kisses. “I’ll miss you.”

“Please,” she whispers.

“Please what?”

“Please forgive me, Reevie. I can’t stand watching you like this.” Her admission creates a tightness in my chest. It’s what she wants. What’s good for her, not me.

“Maybe one day…when I find something else to focus on. But…I can’t watch you with him when I know you belong to him.”

“I belonged to you and Torin,” she counters.

“But you marriedhim. It was never a conversation It was a choice you made alone and were adamant about keeping me out of. And I didn’t even know it was going to be him.”

“Reeve, I didn’t?—”

“Shut up and let me have you,” I bite out. “Don’t take this moment from me again.” A lapse of quiet surrounds us, and I don’t like that either. I hate all of this, but this is what my reality is. “Did you miss me inside you, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Use words,” I emit. “You’re sounding like him.”

Ozzy.

A man of little or no words, depending on his mood.

I roam my hand up her ribs and feel a slight shudder creep up her body peppered in goosebumps. “What I wouldn’t give, McQueen, to go back to what we used to be.”

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