Page 59 of Final Goodbye
Forks were dropped, all eyes on me as everyone waited to hear what would come out of my mouth next.
“I’ll always be grateful for Mr. Wilson. It breaks my heart that Paige and Chase have to go the rest of their days without a father,” I looked between Paige and Chase with a sympathetic look, “but if it weren’t for his tragedy, I don’t know if Paige would have ever come back home—if we would have had the opportunity to connect. If it weren’t for him, I don’t know if I would be as happy as I am today. Long story short, I will always be thankful for Mr. Wilson. It was him who brought us together and I’ll always make sure to thank him every Thanksgiving. Because of him, I found the one for me.”
Fuck, I was nervous. Why did I feel like I was proposing in front of both of our families? This whole being thankful for her dad thing went a lot smoother in my head. Now I felt like I needed to explain myself in order to get my point across.
I wiped my sweaty palms against my blue jeans and continued on. “Anthony’s loss has been tragic. It tears me apart to see the pain your family has had to endure. But with every tragedy comes a new beginning. I feel like I can be your new beginning, Paige.” My palms were still sweating when I let out a pent-up breath and looked Paige right in the eye. I didn’t know how I expected her to respond; I hadn’t thought that far ahead.
The table was silent. Everyone sat around, waiting for Paige to say something. When a lone tear escaped her eye, she quickly brushed it away, hoping no one would notice the emotion she was feeling. Her cheeks were tinted pink as she finally addressed me.
“Do you mind coming to the kitchen with me for more wine?” she whispered as she stood up with her empty glass.
Shit. Was she pissed? Had I said too much? Did I embarrass her? I already knew I had fallen for her, but maybe I was coming off too strong?
“Excuse us,” I addressed the table full of wide eyes. I wiped my mouth with my napkin and guided her toward the kitchen, my hand on her lower back.
When we turned the corner into the kitchen, she was still struck silent. There was an obvious dip in her brow that made her seem upset. The last thing I wanted to do on Thanksgiving was give her a reason to be upset.
“I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what got into me. I guess I was just speaking from the heart, and I apologize if I came off a little strong too fast.” I grazed her cheek with my finger as I slid a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“No one has ever said anything like that to me before,” she let out in a soft whisper. “Did you really mean what you said back there? That you want this thing between us to be a new beginning for me?” She looked right at me, a gloss covering her beautiful green eyes.
“Paige, I’m falling for you. I think it’s obvious. I want to be your beginning; I want to be your end game and everything else in between.” Another tear rolled down her cheek.
“Relationships scare the shit out of me. I haven’t had many thriving examples surrounding me. Even the ones I thought I could count on, I couldn’t. My whole life I lived thinking my mom and dad had this endless love that was unconditional. But even that failed behind my back. But with you, it feels different. It feels like… like I’m falling for you too.”
Her vulnerable side had me choked up. Falling for someone was scary, she was right about that. I knew from day one that falling for this girl would be a risk. I couldn’t tell the future, andI had no idea what was to come, but I knew she had to be the one by my side.
“When I first came back to town, I wasn’t even thinking about a relationship. You came along when I least expected you. But you found me when I needed you most,” she added when I noticed the worry that was etched in her forehead had disappeared.
Her hands found my chest as her nails began to scrape down my shirt, inching lower and lower until she was grazing over my abs. Her hands were petite, but strong. She hooked her fingers on my waist band when she pulled me close to her. My breath hitched with the sudden change in mood.
“I’m fucking crazy about you, Paige. You flipped my world upside down when you came back. I never knew anyone could grab ahold of my heart the way you have,” I spoke softly in her ear.
Her lips crashed against mine with urgency. All the emotion she had been feeling was poured directly into her kiss. Her soft lips pressed into mine as her mouth parted, granting me access. My tongue swiped against hers, a soft whimper escaping her mouth. We were caught up in a frenzy of lust, forgetting all about being at my parents’ house. Little nips at each other’s lips and tongues tangled, hardly taking a second to come up for air. I was completely lost in her kiss. In her taste. I was gone for her. Refusing to break the state of desire we were consumed in, my hands connected with her waist as I lifted her up onto the kitchen counter until we were at eye level.
We were both panting as we stared into each other’s eyes when she had a moment of clarity. “Oh my God. What if someone walks in on us?” She looked around paranoid. “We should get back to the dinner table,” Paige said with her hands tangled in my hair.
“You really want me to go back in there with this?” I picked up Paige’s hand and placed it on my erection that wanted to escape from my pants.
Her eyes went dark, full of passion and desire, that lower lip being pulled between her teeth. “Think we can escape really quick? Go somewhere a little more… private? I remember you saying a while ago you wanted to properly claim my mouth,” she said with a smug look on her face. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder than it already was. The thought of her lips around me and my cock at the back of her throat had me begging to get out of these jeans for some much-needed relief.
She wrapped her legs around my back, pulling me in closer to her. My hardened length found her center. “Please? I’m asking nicely,” she whispered as she nipped at my ear lobe.
“Hold on tight.” I escaped the kitchen, going the opposite way of the dining room, where our families sat waiting for our return. Paige clung tightly to me as I made a dash for the stairs. I hadn’t fucked around with a girl under my parent’s roof since I was in high school. There was something about this situation that felt dangerous. It took me back to when I was a teenager, getting caught doing stupid shit and getting grounded for it. Even though we were grown adults, and I knew it wasn’t the most respectful thing to do, I couldn’t help wanting to risk getting caught with Paige. The thought of sneaking around turned me on so fucking much.
The second I was upstairs, I found the first door with a lock on it. The bathroom would work perfectly. Barging through the door with Paige still locked tight around me, I loosened my grip to set her down, her perfect tits sliding down my body.
“You’re going to have to be quiet. Think you can handle that?” I asked as I kissed down her neck.
“I don’t think it will be me that will have the problem staying quiet. You think you can hold back when I have your dick inmy mouth?” she responded, her fingers finding the button to my jeans.
“You’re going to make this hard on me, aren’t you?”
“I plan on whipping out all of my best moves to test out how much self-control you really have.” A lust-filled grin found her lips.
She tore my pants down my legs, so they were pooled around my ankles, my boxer briefs along with them. She took a few steps back, taking me in as she raked her eyes up and down my body slowly.
“Fuck, Declan, look how hard you are. Begging for me to get ahold of you.” I loved the way she appreciated my body, and I was more than ready to spill my cum down her throat.
