“Alicia, please, think of Kimmy,” I say gently.
She rips her arm from my hand and shakes a finger at me. “Don’t you dare tell me I’m not thinking of my daughter. My daughter. I am thinking of her. I don’t want her to get confused about what is going on with us. There isn’t an ‘us’. And the longer we stay here, it only makes it seem like we are staying together.”
“Mama, please,” my voice cracks. “I know I hurt you when I didn’t…” I don’t think I can finish the sentence. “I did it for you. I’m thinking of you. I don’t think you’re ready.”
“Oh, don’t you dare put this all on me. I told you I was ready to take it slow. I leaned in to kiss you. That’s a sign if I’ve ever seen one. It’s you who isn’t ready. Or maybe you are ready since you are wanting to go speed dating, and maybe you should, Quin. I’m tired of this. I’m done with the back and forth.” She swings her hands between us as she speaks. “I’m done trying to make myself available for you and you aren’t available, are you? Go on your speed dating, Quin. I’m done.”
“Alicia, please, let me explain. Let’s talk. I just…”
“What?” she cries, placing her hand over her heart. “What, Quin? What?” She curls her hand into a fist and this her chest next. “I’m so tired. I’m tired. I’m tired of wanting men who aren’t ready to want me. I love you, god, I love you. So much. You’ve changed my life in more ways than one and the way you are with Kimmy I will always be grateful. I will never, never try to do anything to ruin the bond between you two. But when it comes to us, I’m done. I’m ready. I’m bettering myself. So you go on your speed dating. Figure out yourself and your life. I’ve been broken one too many times to have to keep putting myself back together. I won’t do it anymore, Quin. With you, for you, or anyone else. I haven’t cared enough about myself in far too long, so I’m standing my ground and I’m being selfish. I wish you the best,” she ends her speech.
And without another word, she turns to leave.
Not to leave for work but leave me.
I kick the door in with my good leg and run out in front of her, my eye brimming with tears, but I blink them back.
“I am ready. I’m ready for you. I’m done waiting too.”
“Prove it,” she spits.
The words are barely out of her mouth when I take her by the shoulders and slam my lips on hers. My world tilts on its axis when our lips meet. She groans down my throat and throws her arms around my neck. Her tongue tastes of mint from toothpaste and I lick across every surface of her mouth before lip-locking us so hard that the only way to describe this kiss is that it’s made of anger.
We clash and she nips at my bottom lip and digs her nails into the skin of my neck.
“You don’t get to say goodbye to me. You don’t ever get to say goodbye to me. This isn’t how it works.” I take her by both shoulders and back her into the room, slamming it shut with my back. I wince at the pain, but I won’t let go. Not now.
I’ll never let go.
“You don’t get to leave me when times get tough. Not again,” I mumble, ripping her blouse apart. The buttons hit the wall and bounce off the floor. Without taking my lips away from her to look down, I cup her breasts and feel the lace tickling my calloused fingertips.
It’s the black bra.
I know it is.
And it pisses me off that she’s wearing it today. Just who the hell was she wearing it for?
So I grip the middle and tug on it as hard as I can, grinning when I hear a quick snap.
Now, I look down.
Her breasts are half-hidden by the lapels of the ruined blouse. Her nipples are hard, red peaks, causing my mouth to water.
“You don’t get to choose when I leave,” she sneers with a curl of her lips, yanking my shirt over my head. But even as she says it, she melts into me, running her fingers down my chest. I tilt my head back and groan as she brushes the tips of her fingers across my hard, defined abs.
“Yes, I do,” I whisper, my hand at her throat as I pin her to the door.
Just like she likes it.
She yanks my zipper down and unbuttons my pants, fishing my cock out from his constraint. My mouth drops and I suck in much-needed air while fumbling her with her skirt.
Oh, my god, I’m so fucking glad she wore a skirt today.
I hike it up, bunching it around her hips, then shove my fingers under the flimsy material of her panties. We gasp at the same time when I roll her clit under my thumb and her finger swipes off a bead of precome from my slit.
I’ve missed her so much. I need her so much, and I’ll be damned if I let her go.
She can run.
She can hide.
She can deny me.
But this thing between us is inevitable.
We belong together.
I hike her legs around my hips and press my cock to her entrance, our foreheads touching for a brief second before I plunge inside her tight, wet heat, her walls constricting against me like a fucking vice.
“Oh god,” I moan, stopping when I go in to the hilt. My filled sack presses against her and she whimpers, clutching onto me for dear life from the intrusion.
It hurts.
Not emotionally.
Physically.
My back is killing me and my ribs are warning me to stop. My ankle is burning from the weight I’ve been pressing on it, but there is no way in hell I’m going to go back. I’ll break every bone in my body if it means a new beginning with her right now.
“The world can burn around us for all I care. There’s no way I’m leaving this pussy,” I whisper, squeezing her throat so hard I can feel the force it takes for her to swallow.
The heat from her skin reminds me of a fever, the warmth seeping into my hand and I can feel it taking over my entire body as it travels through hers to milk my cock.
“Quin,” she gasps my name and at the same time I slide out, then plunge back in.
“Fuck. Oh, god, Mama, you feel so fucking good. I’ve missed this.” I snap my hips, dragging the thickness against the velvet cushions of her cunt.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she tries to argue weakly, but her body arches against mine, her tits rubbing against my chest. I can feel how much she wants me.
Me. Out of all fucking people, this gorgeous woman wants a fucked-up monster like me.
“Shut up,” I force through a breath, pull out, ease her legs down, then flip her around.
Her face slams against the door and she turns her head, shouting when I dive inside her wicked depths again. Our skin slaps together as I pick up the pace, her wetness soaking me and making the path easier with every stroke I give.
I grip her shoulders, using her body as leverage to fuck her harder.
“Quin,” she gasps. Hearing my name fall from her lips in ecstasy has my hips stuttering. “Oh god, you feel so good.”
“Yeah, you like my cock stretching you, don’t you? You like being my fucking toy for me to do whatever I want with you. Milk me, suck me deeper, Mama, come for me. Come all over my cock and show me how much you’ve missed me, how much you’ve wanted me. Do it.” I press my chest against her back and kiss the side of her neck, the weight of my body forcing hers against the door that much harder.