Page 24 of Come Back To Me
“Did they fight a lot? Feels like they did.”
My lips twist and I nod, remembering the last time I had to run after my friend to console him after Glen said something to upset him. I told Gareth to go talk to Glen while I walked around with Leo until he felt better. “Sometimes. More so within the last year they’ve been together.”
“Did we fight?”
I run through my brain for anytime we’ve had a disagreement, not able to recall anything that really stands out. “Not really.”
Was that the problem? Did Gareth see that as our relationship lacking passion?
“You sure? Looks like you have something pretty heavy on your mind.” He closes the gap between us, stroking a thumb beneath my chin.
“Yeah. But is that a bad thing? Are couples supposed to fight and argue to understand each other more?”
“I don’t think so, but it doesn’t sound like that’s how it is for your friend and his boyfriend.”
“Fiancé.”
“Oh, right. I’m the reason the wedding didn’t happen when it was supposed to, right?”
“That’s what I thought until I realized all the problems they’ve been having.” So maybe getting angry with each other wouldn’t have brought us closer after all.
“That stinks.”
“Yeah. But I think we were having problems too, and I was just too wrapped in my busy life to realize how bad it was.”
“I wouldn’t put the blame all on yourself. It takes two people to make something work, and instead of watering his own garden, he was busy flourishing a new one. He should have communicated with you better.” He grips onto my shoulders, and his sincere eyes hold onto mine. “I should have communicated better.”
“Gareth.” My throat thickens and I cup his face, rubbing my nose over his. “What did I do to earn it?”
He breathes me in, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I just . . . we both felt you needed it. As much as I like you earning things, I think I like you needing me more.”
I lean more into him, my lips parting as his tongue darts inside. Fingers tug at my zipper and I shake my head, breaths heavy. “I can’t. Leo is waiting—”
“Let him.” He unfastens my button and yanks my pants to my thighs. My ass screams in protest when he taps hard against my hole.
“So dry. We’ll need to keep you wet there for me.” He plunges his icy tongue into my mouth, his hungry kiss still managing to send heat through my veins.
“Wait.” I press a hand to his chest, and he strokes his fingers over mine, his eyes springing with something ominous. My gut wrenches.
“It’s Leo who can wait. I can’t and won’t.”
He kisses me harder and I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, earning me a guttural moan. His eyes spark something sinister and he drags me up the steps by the collar of my shirt, slamming me so hard into the door I nearly black out from the force to my head.
I scratch at the door as Leo lays his hand on the horn. Slamming my hips back, I elbow Gareth in the face and grab the doorknob.
“I fucking said he could wait.” He yanks both of my arms to my sides, pulling my jeans to my ankles and tugging my satin panties to the side.
“Did you always wear these?” he growls into my neck, pulling them so far I hear a tear. “They’re pretty, like you. Why’d he ever want to go anywhere else when he could have this whenever he wanted?”
His finger pushes at my entrance again and he spits between my cheeks, spreading the wetness over my rim. “Not enough, and the lube is too far away. I need to be in you now. I can’t wait anymore. Not when I can smell someone else on you.”
“Someone else? You mean Leo? He’s my best friend and—”
“I can still tell he got too close.”
“Oh, you’re one to talk. What about Arkansas?”
“What about him?” he roars. “I don’t even remember who the fuck he is. You take up too much of my mind up for anyone else to enter.”
