Page 119 of Bad Wolf

“You’re close, Wren. You want it? You gotta be a good girl and ask for it.”

She growls, not wanting to vocalize what she needs in case they’re still waiting for us in the next room, but wanting it too badly, so I tease her even more.

“Fuck me, Knox. Fuck me until I scream your name.”

“Yes!” I groan and add three fingers, pumping roughly. Hitching my fingers to massage her G spot, over and over until she comes, screaming my name just like she asked for. Just like she promised.

With my teeth latched onto her clit, she rides my hand through her orgasm.

But it’s not enough.

“You’ll give me one more and then you can have breakfast,” I tell her as I whip out my dick, reach into my back pocket for one of the condoms I grabbed from my drawer this morning, tear into it and then roll it down my painfully hard cock, not bothering to pull my jeans all the way down my thighs.

I reach for her ankles, drag her closer, and place her calves on my shoulders.

“This is gonna be fast,” I tell her as I line up and plow straight into her. She screams and her pussy spasms as she tries to accommodate me.

“Ohhh, fuck,” I grit out as her tight heat envelops me.

“You feel so good, Knox.”

“You feel like heaven. I wish you could see this,” I tell her as I stare at where we’re joined. “See how well your pussy takes my cock.”

She keens and babbles nonsensical words, as I slam into her over and over, bending to claim her mouth. It’s messy. Teeth clash and nip. Lips are bruised, but it’s everything.

Her pussy walls clamp down as she comes again on another cry, just in time for me to empty inside her with a roar that’s long and low.

Fucking hell it’s good. Sex with Wren is out of this world. We connect on every level. We’re always in sync and I’ll never be done with her.

There was a reason she was too hard to get over. A reason I couldn’t fully let her go.

We were made for each other.

When I finally open my eyes, blinking the room back into focus, the sight of her takes my breath away. Thoroughly mussed up hair, wide, bright eyes, and a beaming smile.

Why did I always think of her as baggage? Like lugging her around with me for all these years wasn’t what I wanted?

Hating her was the closest thing I had to being in love with her. It was just as strong. Felt just as real. But of course, I realize now, that it was never hate. Just hurt.

Hurt over what I saw. Hurt over her not coming to college with me.

I stay locked inside her and roll as my chest cracks wide open. On our sides, I stare deep into her eyes while she searches mine.

“Knox, is everything okay?”

“Wren. I am so fucking in love with you. I always have been.”

Immediately, her eyes fill with tears and her chin quivers, “So what you said before, about sometimes wishing we’d never met?”

I shake my head. “I was always supposed to ask you that day. We were always supposed to be together. The way I acted when you came back to town…”

“Hey,” she says through her tears, “that was before, you don’t need to feel guilty for that. You had no idea I never cheated.”

“No. I’ll always feel guilty. Guilty for not hearing you out, for saying the things I did. Projecting my insecurities and hurt onto everyone else. I was such a fucking dickhead. Nothing will ever come between us again. I won’t let it. We’re gonna work at this every day. Me and you. You with me?”

She nods. “I’m, with you, Ace.”

I’m still sporting an impressive semi, so I gently hook my hand under her knee and hike her leg up over my thigh.

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