Page 12 of Reckless
"I came to get my stuff like you asked." Her voice is small and weak; I can barely fucking hear her.
“Yeah, well get it and get out.” He steps to the side to let her in. When I try to follow, stupid fuck thinks he can stand in the doorway.
I shove his chest sending him flying to the floor on his ass. “You think I’m letting you fuck with her anymore, you’re dumber than you look.” I walk past him.
“You—“
"No. Last warning. Open your fucking mouth again, and I'll rip your cock off and shove it down your throat." I stare at him waiting for him to test me, to give me a fucking reason.
Heading upstairs, I find Carly throwing stuff in bags and when she turns to me, a tear slips down her cheek.
Fuck that.
I walk over to her taking her face in my hands. “Knew from the first time I saw you talking to that asshole that he would never deserve you. It’s why I knocked him out that day. I was coming to tell you I had loved you for fucking years. I wanted you to be mine.”
She blinks a few times before standing on her tiptoes and pressing her lips against mine. I slip my hands down her body, to her hips and pull her tight against me. Her nails dig into the back of my neck, and I pull away, needing to get her out of here and in my bed.
“Show me where your stuff is, I’ll help.”
She smiles before giving me a nod. “That dresser and the floor of the closet.”
Prick put her shit on the floor.
He’s lucky he stayed downstairs and quiet.
It takes us about ten more minutes to get all of her stuff. The tension between us in the room is thick, and I keep catching her looking over at me. It only makes me move faster, needing to be out of here with her.
I lost Carly once.
There’s no way I’ll let that happen again.
