Page 30 of Gash

The pleasure from the brush of hisfingers was making it hard for her to focus.“What aboutyou?”

“I was going to kill youbecause I truly believed you were part of it.Now, I should takeyou back home and let you live in peace.”

“Peace?You think going home nowwill help me find peace?I need this, Gash.I need to put an end tothis.”She would beg if she had to.“What happened between us isover, I get that—”

“Is it?”

“What?”She frowned,confused.

“Over, betweenus.”

She paused.What the hell was she supposedto say?After everything that had happened to her, she’d never onceblamed Gash.Sure, she’d been pissed at him for not rememberingtheir time together, but she had taken advantage of him, so sheshouldn’t expect anything, and everything with Jeff had been onhim, not on Gash.She’d always blamed Jeff, and that fucking bitchRebecca.From the moment she saw her, Charlotte should havelistened to her gut, and kept her away from her.She had ignoredher gut feeling, and allowed Rebecca inside.

“I don’t know what you wantme to say?”

He cupped her cheek and pressed heragainst the doorframe.His large body surrounded her, stopping herfrom moving.Staring into his dark eyes, she couldn’t help but biteher own lip.There were times she still fantasized about what thoselips felt like on her body.It had been so long since she’d felthim.Seven long years of remembering.

“You kept me sane.Mymemory of you, and our time together.I may not have remembered itwas you, Char, but I knew I was with someone, and I wanted thatfeeling again.”

“I’m not some toy for youto play with.”

“I know.I’m not hoping totake you out to play with you every now and then.I’ve found youagain, and I don’t want to lose that.I don’t want to loseyou.”

This was not what she had expected.“There’s a lot of history—”

“We can’t change the history thatis between us, but we can rewrite our future.Don’t shut me out.Give me a chance to prove to you that I wouldn’t have just walkedaway from you.That night seven years ago, Char, you took a part ofme with you, and I’ve never had it back.”

Gash shocked her even further as hetook a kiss.It was a tender kiss, his lips pressing againsthers.

“I’ll take these into thedining room.”

He brushed past her, and Charlotte grabbedonto either side of the wall of the door frame.Her pussy wassoaking wet like it always was with Gash.Her body craved his touchlike her lungs craved air.This was a fight that she could neverwin no matter how much she tried.

“Wow, that looked kind ofhot,” Lacey said.

Opening her eyes, she found Lacey inthe doorway, arms folded and smiling.

“You heard?”

“Yep, I think you guysshould give it a chance.You both were torn apart from one another,and that just completely sucks.”Lacey sighed.“We’re all in thedining room.”

Nodding, she followed Lacey tothe main rom.Whizz, Gash, andSally were already there, waiting for them.Takinga seat, she accepted the bowl that Whizz handed her.The chickenstew looked tasty, and her stomach growled.

She sat beside Sally, who was handingout the bread rolls.

“It has been a long timesince we had a good, home cooked meal.”

“Angel did the last one.She sent home some soups and lasagna,” Sally said.

“Okay, okay, I get it, all right?I’m trying, and Angel is even trying to teach me how to cook.Nothing is working.”Lacey glared at each of them.

“I can cook,” Sally said.“How about I give it a try for the next week, see what youthink?”

Whizz tilted his head to the side.“You can cook?”

“Yeah,” Sallysaid.

“I’m game if you are,”Whizz said, turning to Lacey.

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