Page 148 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
There were no moans or gasps of delight. Instead, she clung to my shoulders, her lips trembling and her body shaking.
And I felt like an asshole when my body betrayed me by having an orgasm. There were good orgasms, and there were great ones. This was neither.
When it was over, I was covered in sweat, and I felt like I’d just run a marathon. I also felt like I did everything wrong. But there was no manual for how to have sex with your ex-girlfriend four and a half years after a traumatic event.
She fell asleep in my arms, and I stared at the wall, wide awake, my brain on overdrive.
The sinking feeling in my gut told me that whatever we’d once had was gone.
Evie was headed to Cambodia on a medical mission trip. Then back to medical school for another three years. She was doing amazing things, and someday she would be saving lives.
I was headed back to New York, determined to prove myself after a less-than-stellar rookie year. The only life I’d be saving was my own.
Evie and I were living completely different lives. We needed to focus on our careers. On our futures. Her life was in Dallas, and mine in New York.
That was our reality. Two people with shitty timing, an excess of baggage, and not a chance in hell to ever make this work.
Eventually, my eyes closed, worn down from overthinking, and I drifted off.
When I woke up, the sun filtered through the blinds, and Evie was on her side facing me.
She traced my forehead and my nose, and my lips. Ran her fingers through my hair. I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed the Stay Gold tattoo on her inner wrist.
She wound her arms around my neck and buried her face in the crook of my neck.
It felt like the end of something. A belated goodbye four and a half years later.
“I’ve never stopped loving you, Ridge. I know it doesn’t change anything, but I just thought you should know.”
I still loved her too, but she was right. It didn’t change anything.
* * *
We had sex once more before I left. Evie initiated it, and unlike in the past, I let her take charge. I reached for a condom, but she grabbed my hand to stop me. “Do we need it?”
“I’m clean, and you’re the only one I’ve ever gone bare with.”
“The only one?”
“The only one.”
Evie smiled, and she straddled me. She was beautiful, so fierce and strong, and I caught a glimpse of the old Evie, the girl who wasn’t scared of anything.
She used me to get past that night and find a way to heal, and I let her. Not just because I wanted it, but because I felt like I owed her.
“I don’t want you to feel guilty anymore, okay?” she said as she sank down on me.
“Whatever you say, Cherry.”
She leaned down and kissed my lips, her tits brushing against my chest and her tongue driving me fucking wild. Still such a tease.
“You don’t have to be so gentle with me anymore,” she said as if one night had healed her and now she was good to go. I didn’t believe for a minute that it was that easy.
“I’m not made of glass.” She pinned my hands to the mattress and hovered above me. I saw the fire in her eyes that I’d been missing, and it burned right through me. She gave me a wicked grin and clenched around my cock. “I won’t break. Do your best, big man.” I heard the challenge in her voice, but I still didn’t fully trust it. Or her.
I gave her a tamer version of what we used to do. I flipped her onto her back and drove into her. She lifted her hips and dug her nails into my shoulders.
We found our rhythm, and she met me thrust for thrust, but I could tell by the determined look on her face that she had something to prove, and I was the lucky guy she’d chosen to help her move on.
