Crave Me (The Good Ol' Boys #4)(120)

“I hate you! I hate you!” I screamed, beating my fists on his chest.

Emotionally and physically drained.

Mentally spent.

I brought my hand up and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. Ready to slap him again when he shoved me against the wall.

“Do your best, baby,” he snidely rasped against my lips. Locking my wrists above my head. “We both know this is only foreplay for you,” he added, kissing me so damn hard I didn’t have a chance to reply.

I bit down on his lip till I tasted blood. He immediately jerked back, pulling my hair by the nook of my neck. I panted, frantically trying to gather my bearings. My body shaking, every part of my resolve was hammering all around me. I could hear it at my temples. I swear every part of my nervous system was breaking, shutting down, making it hard to see, let alone stand.

All I could do was feel and I didn’t want to f*cking feel. It brought me nothing but turmoil and distress.

I weakly thrashed around some more, ignoring the pain in my head. The hurt in my heart. The sorrow in the depths of my soul. He held me tighter against his chest, both of us gasping for air. Adrenaline coursed through our veins.

“Stop! Fucking stop! I don’t want to hurt you!” he shouted, tightening his grasp on me.

I frustratingly screamed out, knowing that I wasn’t going anywhere unless he wanted me to. Closing my eyes, I tried to govern my breathing, my thoughts.

My f*cking heart.

His grip loosened, and I felt his face brush against mine. The smell of cigarettes assaulted my senses. Memories instantly attacked my mind at rapid speed.

“Fuck you, Austin!”

“I’d rather f*ck you, baby,” he rasped along my lips. “I’m sorry. I love you. You know that. You f*cking know that… where’s my girl? Huh? Where’s my Daisy?”

I turned my face away from his, but he gripped my chin making me peer back up at him again. There was no fight left in me. I leaned my head back against the wall, glaring deep into his constricted pupils. We stared at each other for what felt like hours, both of us lost in our own darkness.

He rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb, licking away the blood from his own lips. For a moment, it felt good that I could cause him any pain. Even as minuscule as that for the suffering he put me through.

“I blamed you, Briggs,” he said out of nowhere, breaking my goddamn heart even more.





<>Austin<>


I wanted one minute to touch her, to look at her, to feel her, to hold her.

My other hand moved to the side of her face, lightly caressing her cheek. Slowly bringing down her walls. I angled my head to the side to take in her beauty as I placed some of the damp pieces of her hair that had fallen, behind her ears. Her eyes were immense. I had never seen them so big.

So soft…

So warm…

So smooth…

She remained still the entire time, giving up on her assault. Her arms fell slack to her sides, and her back was placed firmly against the wall. She didn’t move or speak, as if she was taking me in as well.

“From the second I heard the doctor say it was a miscarriage, I blamed you. I should have told you that day, but I didn’t want to hurt you any more than you already were. I knew you were hurting too. That’s the reason why I kept using. I felt so f*cking guilty for feeling that way toward you. Baby, you don’t deserve that. I’m sorry. I love you more than anything in this world. You know that, Briggs.”

Her chest rose and descended with each second that passed. Tsunamis of emotions raged in her eyes, and with each stroke of my fingers against her sensitive skin, I got to see each one unfold.

I leaned in and caressed her cheek with mine, still running my finger along the crevices of her lips.

“I f*cking love you. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. Let me make it all better,” I whispered, clutching onto the back of her neck, needing her closer to my chest.

To my heart.

I trailed my fingers from her lips to her chin, and down to her neck, moving them to the sides of her body. I wanted to look into her eyes like nothing else existed but her. She seemed so fragile in my arms, vulnerable and broken. The pain I caused was all-consuming, burning into my skin. She stared up at me, her eyes never strayed from my face the entire time I spoke. I felt them stabbing me everywhere.

I roughly clung onto the back of her neck again and brought her to me. She came without a fight, letting me hug her tight to my body. She fit me like a glove, made only for me. With my face on the side of hers, I glided my cheek along the crevice of her jaw, making my way along the side of her neck.

“Please, baby… please forgive me…”

I moved my lips to her mouth and kissed her. She didn’t push me away. Kissing me back softly. I had touched every last part of her, but in that moment, it felt like the first time. It was different.

We were different.

“I need to be inside you,” I whispered in between kisses.

I unbuckled my jeans, and pushed up her skirt, slowly pulling her panties down. I gripped onto the back of her thigh, placing it on my hip. My pants fell to the ground effortlessly, my hard cock sprung free. She still didn’t say a word.

“I love you… I love you so much. I’ll fix this. Us. I promise. I’ll go back to rehab. Whatever it takes, baby.”

Caging her in with my arms, I aligned my cock at her opening before plunging into her *. In one swift movement, I was deep inside her. Her breathing hitched.