Chapter One
Allie
5 years ago
Louisville, Kentucky
Heavy metal music blares from the next room, vibrating the walls. There’s a hint of smoke in the air, a mixture of cigarettes and marijuana, that bites at the back of the throat.
The lighting is dim, almost nonexistent, making the room I’m in seem dark and dingy, like the place hasn’t had a good cleaning in years.
Occasionally, voices raised in both joy and anger pierce through the pounding beat of the music. Tickling at the back of my senses.
But none of it matters.
Nothing matters except for the man holding me in his arms.
“Allie,” Coy growls into my mouth between thrusts of his tongue.
His taste… God, I can’t get enough of his taste. He tastes like bourbon, man, and something more. He tastes like something addictive… something I’ve been craving all my life.
He tastes like power, excitement, and danger all wrapped up in one.
Everything I’ve been warned away from.
Everything that could destroy me.
The perfect forbidden fruit.
Hand grabbing my face, firmly holding me in place, Coy kisses me deep. Kisses me like he’s trying to shove all his love down my throat.
I grab at his chest, fingers clutching the soft fabric of his black t-shirt, as he cuts off all my air.
My lungs begin to burn, aching for oxygen, and my head starts to feel light and woozy before he finally tears his mouth away.
Pressing his forehead against mine, he breathes out, his warm breath caressing my face, and says, “Fuck, I missed you.”
There’s true sincerity in his words, but a touch of anger, too.
Breathing heavily, his hard chest rises and falls against my clutching fingers.
Eyes closed, I take a moment to soak him in. Soak in the feeling of finally having him close, before I tell him, my throat almost aching with the words, “I missed you too.”
Coy’s breath hitches, his chest stilling for a heartbeat.
A warning my brain recognizes but doesn’t process until it’s too late.
With another growl rumbling in his chest, he picks me up, off my feet. The world spins as I’m swung through the air and then my back hits a wall.
Pushing his body into me, forcing my thighs to spread wide open for him, Coy’s mouth attacks my mouth again.
Unlike the first kiss, this kiss isn’t loving. No, it’s desperate and angry. Full of pent-up frustration.
I feel every single of one his emotions in the kiss. The way his tongue lashes at mine, I know he wants to punish me.
The way his teeth are there, just on the edge, ready to bite down, I know he wants me to feel his pain.
Pain because the one thing in the world he wants and needs is being kept away from him.
I know because it’s my pain, too.
“Seven days,” he says, his voice sharp with accusation as he breaks the kiss. His hand finds its way to the back of my head then his fingers lace through my hair and tug, forcing my neck to arch. “It’s been seven fucking days, Allie.”
Peering up, my eyes drink in his face. Even angry, he’s too fucking handsome. So handsome it makes my chest hurt.
“I’m sorry,” I exhale breathlessly, lungs working hard to catch up on air. “It’s not like I have a choice.”
I watch his gaze darken and his features tighten. In this lighting, with those eyes and that perfect bone-structure, the devil himself is staring me down.
A sting spreads across my scalp as his grip tightens, tugging harder on my hair. “You always have a choice.”
“I don’t,” I say as the small bite of pain settles deliciously into my bones. I’ll take whatever he’ll give me. Take his love, take his hate. “But when I do, I’m with you.”
Coy’s nostrils flare and pure fury washes over his face. A fury that actually frightens me a little.
But before I can shove him away or do anything to protect myself, he makes this strange sound deep in his chest.
A sound that’s both desperate and frustrated.
His head comes down and his lips crush against mine so hard I end up plastered against the wall.
“I fucking missed you,” he rumbles into my mouth, his anger finally cracking.
Releasing my grip on his shirt, I wrap my arms around his neck and arch my body into his.
Willing. Always willing.
I can no more fight this thing between us, this thing that’s been consuming us, than he can.
Lord knows, I’ve tried. Tried and failed to be the good girl.
I want to tell him I missed him too, that I’ve been dying without him, but his tongue and lips don’t give me the chance.
Kissing me like he’s trying to consume me, he groans like he’s in pain and rocks his hips against me. Grinding his trapped erection against my panties.
A burst of pure pleasure shoots up my spine and my knees go weak.
It always takes him so little effort to get me there. To get me primed and ready to accept everything he’s going to throw at me.
And more. There’s always more.
“I missed these fucking lips,” he says, and then swallows my answering sigh.
Fingers untangling from my hair, his hand drops down and slides up my shirt.
Shoving my bra out of the way, he cups my breast and gives me a firm squeeze. “I missed these fucking tits.”
My nipple instantly tightens against his rough palm.
His hand hasn’t always been this big or this rough. It seems like only yesterday he was the boy next door…
Now he’s a man dry humping me against a wall.
Calloused fingers play with me, squeezing and fondling in rhythm with his thrusting tongue.
And everything inside me begins to melt.
I’m so fucking wet I swear it’s leaking out of me.
My thighs are slick, my panties soaked.
I’ve been thinking about him all day. Hell, I’ve been thinking about him all week. My body on edge, longing and waiting to see him again.
Being with him in my dreams hasn’t been enough to sustain me.
I’ve been starving.
“I missed this fucking pussy,” he growls and then his teeth nip at my lip.
The hard bulge behind his zipper grinds against my clit and my entire body goes taut as my core clenches, aching to have him inside me.
Aching to feel complete again.
My reactions spurring him on, his movements become rougher, more aggressive.
Sliding his hand out of my shirt, he wastes no time pushing it up my skirt.
My thighs squeeze around his waist, trying to pull his hips back as they leave me. Undeterred and much stronger, he stands firm, ignoring me. It’s my turn to growl in frustration until his thick fingers yank my panties to the side.
Then those same fingers are pushing through my lips.
“Fuck, you’re already soaking wet, baby,” he nearly chokes.
“I missed you too,” I pant, and jerk my hips as his fingers find my clit.
I’m so on edge, I might come at any second. This is the longest we’ve ever been apart. The longest my body has had to survive without him.
“Coy,” I half-moan, half-plead.
I don’t want to come like this. I only want to come with him inside me.
A wicked glint entering his eyes, his fingers continue to work my clit.