Page 99 of The Hearts We Fumble
He exhales slowly, his forehead pressing against the side of my head, his fingers curling at my waist.
“And now…” he echoes, his voice rough. “I don’t know how I’ll ever live without you.”
Something inside me shifts, sharp and certain.
“Who said you’d have to?”
My words come easier this time because I mean them. Zane is the only one standing in our way. I won’t let anything else come between us.
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Wy,” he breathes. “I don’t want to live without you. I can’t.”
His voice cracks.
I press my back against his chest, letting him feel the way my heart races for him.
His fingers brush over the button of my jeans.
My breath catches.
And then he unbuttons them.
“Then take me. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
Zane growls low in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. His grip on my hips tightens, and when I roll my body against his, there’s no denying how hard he is for me.
His control is hanging by a thread—I can feel it in the way his fingers dig into my skin, in the tension coiling through his muscles.
Without hesitation, I slip my hands beneath his and unbutton my jeans.
His voice is rough and commanding. “Hands on the wall, Wyatt.”
A shiver rolls down my spine as he presses me forward, my palms bracing against the cold metal of the locker. “And hold on tight, baby.”
My body trembles in anticipation, every nerve on fire. The sound of his belt unfastening fills the air, mingling with my own unsteady breaths. Then his hands are at my hips, jerking my jeans down in one swift motion. Cool air rushes over my exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat pooling between my thighs.
“Spread your legs for me,” he orders, his voice thick with need.
I obey.
The second his tip brushes against my slick heat, a ragged moan rips from my throat. Zane leans in, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, his whispered words rasping against my skin.
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
Then he thrusts inside, hard and deep.
A strangled cry escapes me, muffled when he clamps his hand over my mouth.
“Shhh,” he breathes into my ear, his voice a sinful promise. “You have to keep it down, baby. Unless you want someone walking in here and seeing me buried in this tight pussy.”
My core clenches around him, and Zane groans.
Then he chuckles darkly. “Or maybe you do.”
His thrusts pick up speed, each one more punishing than the last. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the empty locker room, the steady rhythm sending a flush of heat through me.
I reach between my legs, circling my clit as Zane drives into me. He growls at the contact, his movements growing desperate.
“Fuck, that’s it. Rub that pretty pussy for me. You’re clenching me tighter when you do.”
