Page 32 of Shattered Dreams
"God, Ava," he groans. "I've wanted?—"
"Don't." I dig my nails into his back. "Just don't stop."
He doesn't. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, the headboard slamming against the wall with each movement. I wrap my legs around him, urging him on, chasing the oblivion I so desperately need.
“Fuck me, Kieron!” My words send him over the edge, slamming into me so hard I cry out.
This. This is what I need.
When I come again, it tears through me like lightning. He follows seconds later, his body tensing against mine, my name like a chant on his lips.
We collapse together, breathless and sweaty, the room spinning around us.
What the fuck did I just do?
But as his arms wrap around me, pulling me against his chest, I can't bring myself to regret it.
For the first time in weeks, I feel something besides pain.
I feel alive.
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Waking up the next morning in a hotel room with a man who isn’t my husband is…weird, to say the least. The unfamiliar sheets feel cool against my skin, and I bask in the calm surrounding me. Outside, the world is on fire, but in here?
Here, I am calm.
I can hear the chatter from the city below us, but I feel a million miles away from it all. My body hums from Kieron’s unfamiliar touch, sore in places I haven’t been sore in for alongtime. When Roman and I made love, it wasn’t raw and desperate. It was different; loving, talking, emotional…
Urgh.
Maybe desperate and raw sex is better.
Kieron’s breathing is even as he sleeps, and I steal a look at him, seeing him as a hot guy I spent the night with rather than my best friend. A pang of guilt hits me when I remember him confessing his feelings yesterday, but I’m glad we did it. It was good too—he’s blessed in the dick department and even though I’ve been spoiled by my husband’s skills in the bedroom, I have zero complaints. He isn’t a selfish lover at all and constantlychecked if I was okay after. I even fell asleep snuggled in his arms, content and smiling.
How many women have that in their lives? I’mgratefulfor him. He’s always been there for me.
I sigh happily, and Kieron stirs, rolling onto his side to gaze at me sleepily.
“Good morning.” His voice is rough around the edges, and I can’t help but admire how attractive he is.
If only I felt something more for him than…this. Wouldn’t it be perfect for me to run into the sunset with my best friend?
“Do you regret it?” Kieron asks, his hand trailing down my arm.
I roll my head to look at him fully, his thick eyelashes still blinking away sleep, his lips swollen from kissing me…and from eating my pussy.
Holy shit.
I sink my teeth into my lip and shake my head—because no, I don’t regret it. I wanted to have wild, unabandoned sex, and I did it with my best friend. It was safe, not risky. I felt adored and protected.
But now?
There’s no guilt. I feel rage, though, that my husband thought he could do this to me—to us—just so he could fuck some young model? Because now, I realise how much more Roman and I had. We connected on more levels than justfucking.He ruined everything.
“I’ll remember last night forever,” I tell him, as his smile cracks a little, like he knows what I’m going to say. “But?—”
