Page 51 of Pocketful of Shame

"Yeah," I replied, forcing myself to open my eyes and look at her, to take in the sight of her. "Well, mission accomplished."

"I thought you quit on me," she strangled out, sounding pained. "I didn’t know you were trying to protect me. I didn’t know about your deal with my dad."

"Anyone but him, Ro," I bit out, heart hammering in my chest. "I knew you'd move on, okay? I accepted it, and I would've sucked it up because I fucking loved you and I wanted you to be happy – with or without me. Itkilledme to see you in pain. But mybrother?" I blew out a pained breath. "You could have had any other guy on the planet and I would've coped, but you choseChris?"

"I know, I know," she sobbed, clutching me tightly. "And I'm so sorry."

"Don't cry," I groaned, fucking crippled by the tears streaming down her cheeks. That only made her cry harder. Clawing the back of my head with both hands, she pressed her brow to mine as her small frame racked with sobs. "Hey, hey –" Reaching up, I cupped her face, feeling the dampness from her cheeks seep onto my palms. "Shh, just stop. It's okay. We both fucked up. Don’t cry, Ro, it's on me, too."

She exhaled a hiccupping sob, and then her breath hitched in throat. "Sketch." Her small hands roamed over my face, fingers tracing my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips, my jaw, her haunted eyes tracking every tender caress. "Sketch…"

Because I could read Romi better than anyone, I knew the exact moment she made her decision, and instead of stopping it like IknewI should, I stayed exactly where I was, a lamb to the slaughter. When she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, time stood still. Everything stopped working. My heart. My thought process. My fucking resolve.

Too stunned to do anything but remain on my knees at her feet, I didn’t move a muscle, I didn’t even kiss her back when she tugged on my bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and then releasing it with a pop.

With her hands in my hair, she pulled me between her parted legs, annihilating every one of my walls with her lips. Tracing her tongue over my bottom lip, she kissed me again, slow and sensual, causing my heart to explode in my chest and my dick to harden to the point of pain.

Two years of pain, anger, hate, lust, heartache, and fucking longing burst to the surface and I gave in. Losing my goddamn mind, I crushed my mouth against hers.

Lips parted, she snaked her tongue into my mouth, kissing me back just as frantically, tongue dueling with mine, while her hands roamed down my neck and shoulders to my chest before finally settling on the hem of my t-shirt.

Pulling up on my knees, I hooked an arm around her back to roughly drag her body against mine. I kissed her hard and deep, swallowing her soft cries when she moaned into my mouth.

Pushing my shirt up my chest, her fingernails dug into my bare flesh, causing my stomach muscles to contract and a growl to tear from deep within me. Not stopping, she continued to attack me with her lips while she dragged my shirt up.

Breathing hard and uneven, I broke our kiss and reached over my shoulder to tug my shirt off. The moment the fabric was gone, Romi was back on me, lips on lips, chest to chest, as she reeled me deeper into the danger zone.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I was making a terrible fucking mistake, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the feel of her hands on my body, the taste of her lips on mine, and the smell of her filling my senses.

Drunk off desire, I reached a hand between us and loosened the towel separating our bodies from the desperate need I had to be skin on skin with her.

Romi didn’t hesitate, not for a second. Yanking on the towel, she quickly ripped it free and rubbed her bare tits against my chest. "Fuck, what are we doing?" I panted against her lips, heart gunning wildly in my chest. "We shouldn’t be doing –"

"Shh!" Her tongue invaded my mouth once more and her fingers moved to my belt buckle as I knelt between her spread thighs. Struck fucking dumb, I allowed her to unzip my jeans and slide her hand into my boxers. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when she palmed my aching dick.

"Shh," she breathed, brow pressed to mine, those whiskey-brown eyes scorching me, as she reached up and stroked my cheek with one hand, while slowly working my shaft with the other.

Trembling, I clamped my hands on her hips and exhaled a ragged breath, feeling more emotions and sensations than I knew how to handle. My knees were shaking, every nerve-ending in my body on high alert. She was making me vulnerable and I hated it. I fucking hated how much power she had over me. I hated how complete I felt when I was with her and how void and empty I felt when I wasn't.

Jaw clenched, I tried and failed to find the composure I needed to walk away. A deep, guttural groan escaped me and I dropped my head on her shoulder, hips thrusting into her touch, unable to resist the glorious fucking sensations she evoked from my body when she had her hands on me.

"Stop fighting it," she coaxed breathlessly, cradling my face in the crook of her neck while she continued to work me over. "Just give in."

Another pained growl escaped me and I did exactly that. Tongue trailing over her collarbone, I suckled on her neck, hands moving to palm her bare breasts. Her breath hitched and the rhythm she was using to pull on my dick changed; moving faster, harder, more frantic, and I couldn’t fucking take another second of it.

Hooking an arm around her waist, I pulled her onto my lap. A small cry escaped her, reminding me of her injured knee, and I quickly rolled her onto her back beneath me. My lips found hers immediately, hungry and bruising, and I kissed her with everything I had in me, while I clumsily pushed my jeans and boxers down my hips, freeing my aching dick.

Resting my weight on one arm, I hovered over Romi and reached a hand between her legs, swallowing up her cries when I found her clit. My instincts took over then, memory guiding my fingers deep inside her tight channel to find that sweet spot that always made her scream.

Desperate to get her off before I blew my load, I crooked two fingers inside her slick pussy, gently massaging and stroking her tight channel just like I used to, while quickly circling and pressuring her clit with my thumb.

"Sketch!" Romi cried out, clenching around my fingers as her body jerked and shivered beneath me. "God…yeah, that’s it." Tangling one hand in my hair, she dragged my face back down to hers, lips crushing against mine, while she reached her free hand between our bodies to grab my dick.

"Ro, you gotta stop touching me or I'm gonna come," I mumbled against her lips, cheeks flushed, hips bucking clumsily into her addictive fucking touch. "I haven't done this in a while and I'm, uh, I'm, ah –"

"It's okay," she moaned, rocking her hips against me, as she tightened her fist around my dick and pulled harder. "I want you to."

"Fuck." Bowing my head, I drew in several ragged breaths, trying to garner some self-control and stop myself from spilling onto her stomach.

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