Loving Me, Trusting You(59)

I lift her up and set her back on the wall, kneeling between her legs and dropping my face to her *, nipping at the dark hair and pressing rough kisses to her thighs that make her writhe above me. I don't hold back, keeping one hand on her back and using the other to enter her hot heat, feeling that fluttery pulse against my skin and holding back a growl in my throat. I want to grab her and grind her against the stone with my hips, bruise her ass as I slam her against the unyielding wall while I scream my frustration at the world.

But that's not what Mireya needs right now. She needs a man that understands her, that can touch her firmly but gently, who can take charge but leave her with the knowledge that she can change things, at any time, for any reason. I might be taking the lead right now, but she controls me, and I'm not ashamed of it. Beck can joke around and call me * whipped if he wants. If giving the love of my life what she wants makes me a prissy ass faggot, so be it. I'll don a dress and wear a crown. Mireya means more to me than any of that. And f*ck, if anyone wants to question my manhood, I'll invite 'em to watch me slide my dick deep into the cunt of the hottest woman that's ever walked this damn earth.

I kiss Mireya between the legs, taking my time and making sure I get every fold, every crevice, before I work my way back up to her clit. I take the hardened flesh into my mouth and swirl my tongue around, moving her towards the edge with my lips. I listen to her moans, judging each movement of my mouth and timing it with her cries. When she finally hits her orgasm, she comes all over my face, drenching me with her hot juices and drowning me in lust.

I can't take it anymore.

I stand up and wrap my arm around her waist, yanking her against me hard, kissing her and forcing her to taste her own warmth. The salty sweetness of her sifts between us as we fight against one another, hands grasping, fingers clawing at naked flesh. I pull back just long enough to slip my shirt off and drop it over the edge, to let her unbutton my pants and free my aching cock.

It hurts so good that I can't wait. I move her forward and grind her into the stone. Her ass squishes against it, pressing tight to the lip of cement as I move the head of my cock to her opening.

“Mireya Sawyer,” I tell her, and I wait until she opens her eyes and looks straight at me before I continue. “You're stubborn and frustrating and ornery as f*ck, but I love you more than I love to ride.”

“Gaine,” she warns, but I can't hold back. It's now or never.

“I love you more than I love this group, more than I love myself. Mireya Sawyer, I just f*cking love the Goddamn holy f*cking hell out of you. That's it. That's all there is to it.” She tries to protest, but I cut her off with my mouth, thrust forward with my hips and fill her completely. Her body swallows mine, clamps down hard around me, muscles fluttering as she milks my cock for all it's worth.

I grasp her by the back of the head, dig my fingertips into her hair and moan. I don't care if anyone can hear me. This isn't about them; this is about us.

“Gaine,” she says, protesting between kisses, hissing my name out on the end of each breath as I push inside of her, finding her cervix and bumping it with the head of my cock. Her sweaty, naked body is wrapped in mine, filled with me. I want to hear her say those words, but I'll settle for this. Right now, right here, I know that Mireya Sawyer is mine.

“I love you,” I tell her simply, wanting to say it again and again and again, as many times as I can before this is over. She keeps her eyes closed, groans as I bite at her neck, leaving red marks as I go, sucking gently on her soft, bronzed skin. Exotic, wild, beautiful. That's how I see her. A streak of angry perfection with her legs wrapped around my body and her hands touching my chest, feeling up my tattoos, tracing down my muscles.

I can still smell and taste her * on my face, and it's making me crazy, churning my lust into a frenzy. We grind against the wall, grunting and whimpering like animals, drawn halfway out of this world and into the next.

It doesn't last nearly long enough.

Mireya's moans to turn to screams, increasing in frequency until she explodes around me, hugging my dick with her body, coating me with molten hot juices that drip down my balls and land on the gravelly pavement at my feet. I don't want it to end, but I can't hold back. I kiss her with everything I've got, squeeze her tight and come inside of her.

For one, happy, blissful second, I am the happiest motherf*ckin' man on earth.

That feeling doesn't last near as long as I wish it could.





Gaine slips his shirt over my shoulders and helps me sneak back to the room. I don't look at him, don't speak to him. I can't. My whole body is shaky, and it's gotten hard to breathe. My emotions are in a frothing frenzy, and suddenly, despite my previous conviction, I'm conflicted.

How can I leave this behind? I wonder as I stumble back to the room, warm and covered in sweat and saliva. My * is swollen, throbbing with pleasure with each step I take. Gaine's seed mixes with my own come and drips down my thighs, leaving me a f*cking mess by the time we get to the room.

He loves me.

I knew that, of course, but to hear it again? It almost broke my heart and my decision. I can't let him know that. I do my best to avoid looking at him. If I do, I'm afraid I'll break down again. My mind keeps trying to swing back around to that girl, Crystal. Basically, I've got her blood on my hands, too. If I hadn't picked her up, convinced her to come down to the parking garage, she'd still be alive. Bested by Crows didn't go easy on her, I'm sure. I can't even think about what might've happened. I have to stay strong and stick with my decision.