Page 71 of Riot Reunion
I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from obeying, even if I wanted to. And I don’t. I’ve been full of pain and uncertainty for so long. Full of fear and doubt. The second I opened the room to my dorm back in Fairbanks, the pain and uncertainty left. A soaring hope replaced all of the fear. Lord, I’ve never been so relieved in all my life. I imagined falling into Pax’s arms. What it would be like to feel safe again there, knowing that so long as he held me, nothing could hurt me. For a blissful moment, I was finally at peace again. But then he’d seen my stomach, and I’d realized what I’d done.
I should have been honest.
I should have told the truth.
My fear has cost me so much. I thought for sure it had cost methis. Never in a million years did I think he’d want to sleep with me again, but now that he’s naked in front of me, that surge of hope has returned.
And he’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Like a force of nature, awesome and terrible. I can’t tear my eyes away from him. His cock is hard, standing proud, jutting from his body, the crown bobbing slightly. I’m fascinated by the sight of it. How can he be this fucking perfect?
Pax strokes his erect length, the skin shifting, silken, as he rubs his hand up and down. A small bead of pre-come forms at his tip, welling before it rolls over the swollen head of his cock and runs down his shaft.
“You made a show of your confidence. You told me that we were more than just a quick fuck. You made mebelieveyou. I fell in love with you,” he says, straining over the word as he tightens his grip on his cock, rubbing himself faster. “And then you just bail? You think you can abandon ship at the first sign of rough fucking seas? No. You see this?” he says, tilting my head down, forcing me to look at his cock. “This is yours. It can never be anyone else’s. You want another girl sucking this?”
“No…”
“Fuckingthis?”
I can’t breathe. God, I feel like I might die. The thought of someone else touching him. Of him kissing some other girl. Even looking at another girl… My eyes prick sharply as I shake my head. “No.”
“Then take your fucking clothes off and claim what’s yours.Right. Fucking. Now.”
I am bone-dry tinder, his words a flaring match. No sooner have they left his mouth than I am popping up to my knees, tearing the hoody I’m wearing over my head. My hands shake as I unclasp my bra. They tremble further still as I tug my pants down and then kick out of my underwear. I’m shaking with nerves and anticipation as I launch myself at Pax, wrapping my arms around his neck. Smoothly, forcefully, he pulls me to him, crushing me against the carved, muscular lines of his bare chest, and his mouth crashes down onto mine.
Magazines. Billboards. Even a commercial or two…
I’ve seen Pax half-naked in print and on video, repping a multitude of brands, staring down the lens of a camera like it’s the scope of a rifle and he means his audience dead. None of that compares to real life. The strength of him as he holds me close. The fresh scent of mint and winter air. The taste of him, heady and addicting, as he sweeps his tongue past my lips and explores my mouth.
I melt for him.
I surrender.
“Silly girl,” he breathes into the crook of my neck, as he leaves a burning trail of kisses in his wake. “You think you get to decide when this is done? You’re mine.” He kisses the hollow at the base of my throat. Licks me there, tasting me. “Mine.” He grazes his teeth over my collarbone, sinking them into flesh and bone just enough to make me hiss. “Mine.” I cry out when his teeth find more sensitive flesh, just below the shell of my ear. He bites me hard enough that I kick my head back, letting out a ragged moan as he marks me with his mouth.
Fingers weaving into my hair, he lets out a strained sigh as he angles my head toward him, bringing his lips to my ear so that he can whisper to me. “I made you a ring.” His breath fans hot over my skin, making me shiver. “Months ago. Before graduation. I learned how to tie, braid, and knot it on YouTube, for fuck’s sake—”
What the? I need to look him in the eyes. Is he being serious? He isn’t. He can’t be. There’s no…there’s noway. Pax holds me in place, though, preventing me from moving, his cock digging into my swollen belly as he continues to whisper into my ear.
“Your dad made me promise to wait, but fuck that, Chase. I’mnotwaiting. We’re fated, you and me. Your heart is mine to cherish. Your body is mine to worship. Your soul is mine to keep.”
My brain has stopped working. I can’t…even…think.
Pax pulls back, and the brilliant fire burning in his eyes takes my breath away. “And this?” he says, taking my hand and bringing it to the center of his chest, right over his heart. “You claim this? You want it for your own, more than anything you’ve ever wanted before?”
“Yes.”Jesus. I imbue the word with all of the conviction and strength I possess. It comes out so softly, though, like I’m winded and can’t catch my breath.
Pax nods sharply, just once. His nostrils flare, jaw working as he moves my hand southward, wrapping my fingers around his cock. “And this? This is yours, Chase?” he demands.
“Yes.”
“Then that just leaves the matter ofmysoul,” he says resolutely. “You showed me that I still had one, youunbelievablyinfuriating woman, and I already gave it to you months ago. So there, you have it all, then. There’s nothing else left for me to give.” He falls on me like a tidal wave. A storm. He shoves me back onto the bed, catching me at the last minute so that I’m spared a jarring landing.
Shoving my legs open, he positions himself between them, but he doesn’t immediately thrust his way inside me. His hand slips between our bodies, and I hiss at the contact, my eyes rolling back into my head. He knows exactly where to touch me…
The world comes apart at the seams.
I am a lightning rod, struck.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans.
