The Bet: A Bully Romance(48)

“And what exactly did happen?” My whole body is vibrating with anger and it takes everything inside of me not to jump up and go find him, but I need to know what he did to her. I need to be here for her now. She needs me.

“He just told me to tell you that I lied. That I wanted it…” Her eyes lift to mine the blue in them bluer than I’ve ever seen. “But I didn’t want it Remmy, you know that, don’t you? I didn’t want him. I still don’t. I just want to forget him, forget that he didn’t stop when I told him to, forget what his body feels like, his lips…” Anguish clogs her throat as she speaks and she grabs onto my shirt, clinging to me, her face mere inches from my own.

“Make me forget, Rem, replace every memory...take me, make me yours…”

And fuck if I hadn’t always wanted to hear her say those words, just not like this, not under these circumstances.

With a soothing hand, I rub up and down her back. “You don’t need this right now… I want you, Jules, so badly it’s killing me, but I don’t want you to regret it. I don’t want you to wake up tomorrow and wonder if you made the right choice.”

And I don’t. I don’t want our first time together to be something she regrets for the rest of her life.

“I love you, Rem. I’ve loved you since we were kids, and nothing will ever change that. You should know that…but I can’t keep living like this. All I feel is him…his hands on me and I want it to be you. Make me forget, give me new memories. Please?” More tears slip from her eyes, and she’s breaking my fucking heart. She knows I can’t deny her, not when the need is pulsing inside me.

“Jules,” I groan, knowing damn well I can make her forget that shitty memory.

“Please, I’m begging you…”

And just like that, I snap. I can’t deny her something I want just as badly as she does. Slamming my mouth against hers, I claim her with unyielding need. I’ll ingrain this moment into her mind, wash away the memories that bastard left behind. I’ll hold her, kiss her, sear our souls together so she never forgets this moment.

Jules’ moan of pleasure fills my mouth and I swallow it, my tongue gaining entry past her lips. I stroke her tongue with my own, until I feel her clawing at my shirt, a primal need to undress me consuming her.

Pulling away, I let her pull my shirt off. I do the same, pulling her shirt off and tossing it to the floor. My gaze roams over her, and I gulp, my body shaking, my cock hardening to a damn near painful state. She looks so innocent, her chest heaving, her breasts swelling out the top of her soft pink bra. With a gentleness I wasn’t aware I even had, I press her back against the mattress, reaching for the button on her jeans.

My eyes lift to hers, and I need to know she still wants this, that she hasn’t changed her mind.

“If you want me to stop…you need to say so now. I want you, so fucking bad, but I can wait, Jules. I’ve waited my whole fucking life, what’s another month, or year?”

She shakes her head, her white teeth sinking into her pink bottom lip seductively, and I wonder if she even knows she’s doing it. God, she’s so beautiful, so perfect, so fucking mine. I’ll destroy Cole for touching her, and any other son of a bitch that thinks he can have her.

“No. I want this. I want you. I’m yours, and nothing will ever change that, no amount of time will change that. Take me.”

My heart soars out of my chest, and I flick the button on her jeans and move my hands to her hips, grabbing the denim. I peel the skin tight fabric down her legs, admiring her creamy white flesh. So delicate, soft, and pure…fuck, she’s everything I don’t deserve, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to give her up. I toss the jeans to the floor, reveling in her tiny little nails that sink into the tender flesh of my arm.

“I’m going to taste you…taste this pretty little pussy, do you want that?” I murmur, brushing my lips against her smooth tummy. My eyes lift to hers, seeking approval. Her long lashes fan against her cheeks, cheeks that are now a rosy pink, like nothing I’ve seen before.

“Yes…” she answers breathlessly, and I smile against her skin, loving that she reacts to me the way she does. I pepper her skin with kisses, making my way down her body and knead one of her perky tits through the lace of her bra, finding her nipple already hardened for me.

“You’re so fucking perfect. It’s like your body was made for me…mine to fuck, to eat, to worship,” I mumble, pulling my hand away from her tit so I can rid her of her matching pink panties. I slide them down her legs and fling them over my shoulder. Then with a gentle hand, I push her legs apart, my eyes moving straight to her heat.

“Fuck me,” I groan, licking my lips. Her folds are glistening, hiding her tiny little clit inside. The selfish part of me is thankful as hell that I’ll be the one and only man to feast on her, to feel her tightness squeeze around my cock. While the other part of me feels like I don’t deserve this gift that she’s giving me.

“Please?” She grins down at me, her soft voice dripping with need. With a chuckle, I slide both my hands under her ass cheeks, and lift her, my lips pressing over her slit. She wiggles, lifting her hips to bring my lips right where she wants them.

“Patience, love, we’ve got all night and yes, I do plan on devouring you, then fucking you, and then devouring you all over again.”