Page 71 of Bring You Back

Feel.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why the hellamI doing this?

Why can’t I … why can’t Ianything?

I become so frustrated I end up just telling her to get off me, leaving both of us unsatisfied.

I don’t wait for her to adjust herself from the passenger seat or see the way she’s probably looking at me right now before I’m zipping up my shorts and scurrying out of the car for some air.

My back falls against the door and I groan into my hands. We were having such a good afternoon. Of course it had to be ruined by my fucking head. That still hurts from this residual hangover.

My hands fall to my sides as I give my attention to the sky as the sun begins to set, to the curling and lapping of the waves. Longing seizes my chest, but I still can’t make it out there. So many things are working against me.

Never mind the fact that I still have a condom hanging from my dick.

“Julian?”

I close my eyes and try to hide in the darkness.

“What happened?” Her hand touches my arm, her voice soft, worried.

I open my eyes and shoot her a look. “Why do you put up with me?” As soon as her head starts to shake and her lips start to smile, I whip my stare back to the sky, knowing exactly what she’s about to say and I can’t hear it. “Yeah, don’t—” I hold up a finger, then drop it. “Don’t say it.”

Before she can try anyway, I turn to her. She’s flustered. Sexed, but without release. She was close. Both of us shouldn’t have to be frustrated. And getting off would be somewhat easier for her than me right now.

“I’m sorry,” I sigh out, stepping close to her. “I can still take care of you.” I glide my hand along her thigh and she smirks up at me.

“If youreallywant to take care of me, you’ll use this,” she says, running a finger down my mouth.

I have a headache.It’s funny that I actually do this time. But I don’t use it. I just step back.

“What’s wrong with you?” She’s hurt now, insulted.Here it comes.“Why won’t you go down on me anymore?”

I have an answer, but it’s not one I can tell her. I don’t justgo down. I do it, and I like doing it, but it’s a part of sex I reserve for the girls I can at least call my girlfriend. I went down on Reyna in the beginning when I thought we could get there. But we haven’t, and we can’t. It’s a more personal act for me, and it didn’t feel right with her.

I’ll add that she stopped getting on her knees for me, too. Granted, I don’t deserve her mouth on me, considering, but it’s something I don’t receive anymore, either.

She’s waiting for a response, so I settle with, “It’s … weird.”

Wrong answer.“But having sex with me isn’t?” she snaps.

“Fine,” I snap, too, pushing between her and the back door and opening it. “Get in. Spread your legs. I’ll go down on you.”

She gapes at me, her eyes moving between the backseat and my stare. “No,” she scoffs.

I shrug and shut the door. “I offered.”

Crack.My head jerks, the sting in my cheek immediate.

Sheslappedme.

Yeah, she’s smacked me before, but she’s neverslappedme. I rub my cheek, working the pain in my jaw. Her eyes are just as wide and wild as mine.

She takes off through the lot and I take off after her.

“Dammit, Reyna!” I catch up before she has time to get a good distance, and I slide in front of her, bringing us to a stop. Our breaths are heavy, our stares troubled. She stays, waiting for me to speak first.

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