Page 150 of Mexico Can Choke On It
“No.”
“B—”
“No,” I repeat, firmer. “You can’t drop that on me and leave.”
“Really, Bryce, I didn’t tell you to force you into anything.”
“Pip, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. There’sa pullbetween us. I can’t explain it. Can’t categorize it. Can’t control it. I’m drawn to you.”
She tries to avert her eyes, but I cup her face, guiding her back to me.
“You’re extraordinary, Petra. You see injustice, and you fight it. You help strangers. You remember details about people that matter. You’re fierce and loyal and brave enough to call out people when no one else will.”
Her mouth opens to speak, but I can’t stop now; my thumb traces her lips as I’m lost in the sheer wonder of her.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful. Outside, yeah, obviously, but it’s more than that. You walk through this world like bullshit doesn’t stand a chance. You make people feel like they matter. You makemefeel like who I am is enough. Like I can finally stop holding my breath.”
Tell her you love her.
The thought hits like lightning.
You love her. Of course you do. She makes you happier than you’ve ever been.
But the truth is cold and brutal.How could it work?
Don’t say it. Don’t give her hope. You can’t be together. Don’t make this harder than it is.
So instead, I kiss her.
It’s deep and needy. A kiss that tastes like heartbreak and home. Her mouth meets mine with the same aching need. As if maybe we can hold the world still.
How can I let her go?
Waking up every day, painfully aware she’s not mine. But she could’ve been.
“Bryce,” she whimpers.
“I know,” I rasp, placing my forehead onto hers. “Pip, I know. I need you too.”
I glance out at the beach—the pitch-black stretch of sand, the endless dark water, the distant sparkle of carnival lights long since shut down. We’re alone. Our song fills the air, and there’s only shadows and sky.
Wordlessly, she stands, the blanket still wrapped around her shoulders. She unzips her jeans like it’s nothing and peels them down along with her panties, tossing them aside.
The moonlight kisses her thighs. Her leather jacket is still on, shirt tugged up, and her bare center glistens. I can’t help but groan.
She’s perfection. She’s rebellion. She’s everything I’m not allowed to have.
And she’s offering herself to me anyway.
My pants are off in seconds, kicked somewhere behind me. They can end up in the damn ocean for all I care.
She climbs onto my lap, blanket slipping as she settles against my cock. A hiss of breath before she drags her slick heat along my shaft—slow, sinfully slow—as though she’s trying to set me on fire one silky glide at a time.Jesus, I’m going to bite my own tongue off.
My whole body’s begging—for her.
“I want you bare,” I grit out.
She stills. “What?”
