Page 118 of Freckles

“Like you can talk. You said if I ran, you’d find me and drag me back home, but you didn’t. You let me leave. You left me alone until I settled into a new home and a new job. Why didn’t you come after me?”

“Oh, sure. You ditched me like poison two minutes after I solved your problem, but I’m the one in the wrong?”

“You told me you’d never abandon me.”

“I… What? When?”

“On the night you forced yourself into my house and utterly ruined everything I had planned. The night you tried to drown me.”

“I didn’t try. If I had, you’d be dead.”

He spreads me wide, pumping inside me again, making me groan. “Why did you leave?”

“Because you don’t understand the word no.”

“Neither does your wet pussy.” He hits at an angle that makes me squeal with enjoyment. “Tell me why you left.” He pulls out again, and my fingers claw his hips, trying to force him back inside me. “Is this still your idea of no?”

But he quickly gives up the tease with a groan, pumping into me with long thrusts that hit the right spot every single time.

“Are you gonna come for me?” he asks in a voice made of gravel. “Are you going to scream?”

And as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, I do.

My mind goes walkabout for a few minutes, awareness returning when Kincaid sets me on my feet, tugging what’s left of my wet jeans into place while I screw up my face at their rough cling.

He swipes us into the hotel, hand gripping mine as he hurries to the lift, taking it up to the top floor.

“What name did you use? The front desk—”

“Knows better than to let bedraggled strays into my room.” His breath is hot on my neck, and his arms reach around, pressing my soaking wet form against his.

“You’ll ruin your tux. Good luck getting that deposit back.”

“I love that you’ve travelled on our private plane but still think I’d hire a tux for my school dance.”

“You rent jewellery.”

“Only to get my uncle laid.”

I smack his arm when he laughs harder, trying to suppress my own giggles. “It’s ridiculous to buy a tuxedo. When else are you going to wear it?”

“To our wedding for one.”

“Right. We’re getting married, are we? Nice of you to tell me.”

“Well, I’d ask but chances are you’d just turn me down. You seem to be in quite the mood.”

A wave of sadness rolls over me. My voice is soft, all trace of humour gone, as I say, “That’s not the reason I’d turn you down.” I close my eyes, butting my forehead against his lapels, soaking them even more. “There’s something I need to tell you and you’re not going to like it. Your uncle is going to like it even less.”

“Have you been sucking Ezra’s cock again?”

I slap his shoulder. “That’s not the funny anecdote you seem to think it is. This is serious. I don’t want my last memory to be you laughing at me.” When he stills, I meet his eyes, not wanting to hide. “I hired a man. That’s what the five thousand was for. He was meant to dispose of the freezer, but he needed the house empty and that was the night… well, I came home to you in the bath.”

“Did he threaten you?”

“No. He said I couldn’t get the money back or reschedule, but when I phoned him to try, I… You were being a colossal dick at the time, okay? And I had the appointment at the clinic because someone decided not to use protection. And I… I asked him how much it would cost to kill you.”

The silence elongates until it’s smothering, then Kincaid clears his throat. “Go on.”

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