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  I kept sinking, getting reacquainted with her cunt. I didn’t remember her being this tight. The first time I fucked her, it was like breaking in a virgin, but after that, her pussy formed to my cock. Now I was breaking her in all over again. That could only mean one thing.

  She hadn’t been fucking anyone else.

  It didn’t matter to me whether she had or hadn’t. She’d always been mine, even if another man enjoyed her. I could make her forget he ever existed, forget his name like she didn’t know it in the first place.

  I kept sinking until I reached her cervix.

  “Griffin.” She locked her ankles together around my waist, her heels driving into my back as she tugged on me. Her nails dragged down my back, making indentations in the skin. Her lower back twitched, and her cunt squeezed me like a snake suffocating its prey. “Oh…god.” She locked her gaze on mine as she came around my dick, slathering my length with her slick arousal. We weren’t moving together, idle in our positions as our bodies absorbed one another. I could have started to thrust, but watching her come the second my dick was inside her was more than enough.

  Her orgasm seemed to stretch on for so long. She kept clawing my back as she finished, her gorgeous face putting on a performance I would never forget. She was writhing from the pleasure of our union, just the feeling of my dick enough to make her explode.

  I waited until she was done, until her screams subsided.

  The pleasure slowly passed, but her eyes remained on me. She stopped carving my back with her fingernails and stared at me as she caught her breath. There was no shame in the look, no apology for hitting her threshold instead of waiting for me to join her.

  And that was exactly how I liked her—unapologetic.

  With my dick soaking wet, I started to thrust inside her. Through her soft flesh and slickness, my cock slid in and out. It’d been so long I forgot how incredible her pussy felt. When it was just us together, skin to skin, it was the most pleasurable experience. When we moved together like this, I couldn’t just feel her tight cunt. I could feel her beating heart, her broken soul, and the endless feelings that swirled through her body. We were connected on a primal level, just man and woman. I looked into her eyes as I thrust inside her, as I made love to her at a slow and steady pace.

  “Griffin.” Her lips brushed against mine as she spoke, her breath heavy with arousal. “I love you…so damn much.”

  I didn’t stop rocking, didn’t stop pressing her into the mattress with my weight. My cock was harder than it’d ever been over the last three months. My hard-ons had been watered down with depression. Even the pictures I’d kept of her couldn’t give me as much pleasure as she did right now. “Baby, I love you.” I’d missed telling her that, missed hearing her say it to me. They were words we didn’t exchange often because it seemed obvious in everything we did and said. It gave those beautiful words even more meaning.

  “I miss feeling your come inside me.” She grabbed my ass and pulled me harder into her, tugging on me so she could get my length deeper and deeper with each pull. She widened her legs for me, spreading them farther so she could accommodate more of my girth. “Griffin, I want it.”

  My hand moved into her hair, and I fisted it aggressively, yanking slightly so I could direct her gaze on me completely. I didn’t sleep with anyone while she was gone because I had a ridiculous notion I might get her back. I didn’t do anything because I knew it wouldn’t be good like this, that the women would be nothing compared to her. If I was fucking a woman, I would picture Vanessa underneath me. I wouldn’t be able to get her out of my head. If I could really pretend she was there, then the sex would be good. But no woman would ever live up to Vanessa, not in looks and not in attitude. So I tugged on her harder, dominating her and claiming her as mine. There was nothing I wanted more than to give her my come every single night, to make it stain the sheets underneath us. Her pussy was the only one I wanted to stuff.

  “Come inside me,” she begged, speaking against my mouth.

  I hooked my arms behind her knees and bent her at a deeper angle, hitting her good and hard with every thrust. I smashed her clit and crushed the headboard, giving it to her just the way she asked. I wanted to dump my come inside my woman, but I wasn’t going to cross the threshold until she came with me.

  She started to claw my back again, evidence of her impending orgasm. It was her signature move in the missionary position. I knew that because I remembered everything about her, all the details that lesser men would have forgotten. I knew how to make my woman come. She moved her face into my chest and sank her teeth into my collarbone. She ignited in a blaze, screaming and clawing at the same time. She bucked against me, her pussy clenching me. She came just as hard as she had minutes ago, maybe even harder.

  My dick couldn’t take it anymore, and I finally exploded. The climax started from my stomach and then hit my balls. The pleasure before the explosion was so deep, so good, that I actually groaned in her face. Coming inside my woman was so much better than releasing inside a soft tissue. Her tight cunt was much better than my callused hand. My head exploded, and I dumped mounds inside her, stuffing her with more come than I’d ever produced for her. I gave it to her good and deep, all the muscles in my back tightening because it felt so right. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Only one woman could make me feel this way, could make me paralyzed with pleasure. My hand still gripped her hair because I wasn’t ready to let her go. I was satisfied in a way I hadn’t been in months. My cock immediately started to soften after the powerful orgasm had passed, but I wasn’t finished.

  She wasn’t finished either. She hooked her arms around my neck and locked her ankles together once more. Her lips crushed against mine as she kissed me like it was the first time all over again. “Again.”

  Ten

  Vanessa

  I came into consciousness gently, the morning light entering the room and sprinkling over my cheek and the duvet. I could feel the summer heat pierce my skin while the rest of my body was surrounded by the cool air from the central cooling system.

  The sheets were soft. The pillows were softer. It was exactly as I remembered, even in my sleep. It was the place where I slept every night, and even though three months had passed, my body hadn’t forgotten how wonderful this bed felt.

  My eyes opened slowly, and I took in the man beside me.

  Bones.

  He was wide awake, his stern gaze focused on me like a gun aimed at a target. His dirty-blond hair was close to his scalp because he’d recently gotten a haircut, and the beard along his jaw was a little thicker than it had been last night. Regardless of how thick his beard was or how short his hair was, he was still the beautiful and terrifying man I’d fallen in love with.

  His shoulder was still wrapped in the thick gauze, and now there was a distinct color appearing underneath the white fabric, as if he was starting to bleed through the protective covering. I sighed and stretched my body, waking up in the most peaceful way I’d ever known.

  His face was close to mine, but he didn’t touch me. His broad shoulders were thicker than they used to be. He hadn’t put on more weight, but more muscle. In the last three months, he’d obviously pushed his workout regime.

  The line around his jaw was so deep it looked like a cut from a knife. He was chiseled from stone, a statue in dedication to a god. With little to say, he was just as strong and silent as he used to be. Like no time had passed at all, everything felt the same.

  Like I hadn’t lost him for three months.

  I tried not to think about the other women who’d been in this very bed since I’d been gone. How many had rolled around in these sheets? How many had said his name? I knew it didn’t matter because none of them meant anything to him. I was the only woman he ever wanted. Like they never happened in the first place, he’d forgotten about them by now.

  I should forget them too.

  I could feel his come dripping over my thighs, feel it still deep inside me. This was how I used to wa
ke up every morning, and it was like walking into the past.

  I stared at him for a while, memorizing the look of his face even though I would see it every day for the rest of my life. I wanted to soak it in, to make up for all the time we’d lost. Time had seemed to stand still since he became mine again. I’d ignored everything else in my life, from my phone to my family. Antonio had called me a few times, but I never had a chance to call him back. Now that I was with Bones again, sharing his bed and every other moment of my time, I wasn’t sure when I would call him back. If I could, I would just send him a text message and say it was over between us. He’d been such a gentleman toward me, but the second I had the man I really wanted, it was like he never mattered. I felt like a horrible person for thinking that.

  But it was true.

  Bones continued to stare at me, hardly blinking. His muscular chest rose and fell slowly with his breathing, and the mattress slightly declined in his direction because of the weight of his frame. Instead of touching me or smothering me with kisses, he studied me like I was a picture rather than a person.

  But his stare was so intimate that it felt like he was touching me everywhere.

  When he spoke, his voice was deep, deeper than a bottomless pit. “Morning, baby.”

  I used to wear that nickname like a blanket, completely wrapped around me. It kept me warm on the frozen nights and smothered me at my loneliest times. “I love it when you call me that…I miss it.”

  He didn’t even blink. “You’ll never have to miss it again.”

  “I miss you right now…”

  He paused, holding my gaze for a few seconds before he wrapped his thick arm around my waist and yanked me toward him. He pulled me with ease, making my tits slap against his chest before he hooked my leg over his hip. He rolled me over to my back and positioned himself on top of me, his dick already hard a while ago.

  I looked at his shoulder again, seeing the color spread through the material. “You’re bleeding through your bandage.” I pushed him to his back and straddled his hips. His head rested on the pillow, his wide shoulders taking up most of the bed. “Let me.”

  His hands gripped my thighs before he squeezed my tits. “I’m fine. But my baby can ride me whenever she wants.”

  After I changed his gauze, I got into the shower. His bathroom was exactly as I remembered, from the kind of shampoo he had on the shelf and the half-used bar of soap he used every morning. He still had the same bath mat on the floor in front of the shower, and he organized his stuff on the counter the same way.

  When I opened the drawer, I saw some of my old things, like my razor, toothbrush, and some eyeliner. I stared at it before I shut the drawer and used his toothbrush instead. I dried my hair and slapped on some eyeliner before I put on one of his t-shirts. There were still some of my clothes here, but I preferred his.

  I walked into the living room and saw him sitting on the couch in his sweatpants. Shirtless and firm, his chiseled torso led to a solid chest. He was a combination of strong muscles, all interlocking together to form a wall that couldn’t be conquered. He had a cup of coffee in front of him with the news on.

  It seemed like a normal day. It didn’t seem like three months had come and gone without speaking. It was like that horrible event in our lives had never occurred. Neither one of us had changed at all.

  He took a sip before he addressed me, his eyes on the TV. “Your phone keeps ringing.”

  “My phone?” I couldn’t remember where I left it. After I walked into his apartment, I abandoned everything else. All I cared about was being with him, reuniting our bodies as well as our souls. I hadn’t gotten laid in so long that the second his fat dick was inside me, I came so violently that the muscles in my back started to spasm. I was still sore, especially after I rode his big cock for forty-five minutes.

  He nodded to the small purse I tossed on the ground last night, but he still didn’t look at me.

  I picked up my purse and fished through my bag until I found my phone. There were a few text messages from my mom, letting me know they got home safely with Conway. But there were also a few messages from Antonio, along with missed phone calls. He was worried about me, and I couldn’t wait a few days to call him. I had to do this now. “I’ve got to make a phone call.”

  Bones kept his eyes on the TV even though I’d never seen him watch the news. He only gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.

  I knew he wasn’t a talkative guy, but he always looked at me, at least. He definitely knew what this was about, whether he’d looked at my phone or just had a good guess.

  Shit.

  Conway told Bones I had been seeing someone, so he knew about it. But it was strange to call Antonio when I was in his house. I moved down the hallway and entered my old art room, expecting it to be empty.

  But it was exactly as I’d left it.

  The last painting I’d been working on was still there, half completed.

  He’d kept everything.

  I’d expected him to toss everything once our relationship was over. Bones wasn’t a sentimental guy. He didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve because he didn’t even have a heart most of the time. But he kept this room, either because he couldn’t handle tossing everything in the garbage or because he thought I might come back someday.

  I steadied my nerves before I made the call.

  Antonio answered immediately. “Thank god. I’ve been calling you like crazy. I saw on the news that your brother got mugged by some thugs and he was in the hospital. You haven’t been home or to your gallery so I assumed you were in Milan, but I couldn’t leave the office. I just wanted to see if you were okay.” The sincere concern in his voice only made me feel worse about the situation.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. Everything happened so fast, and then we were at the hospital… It was a nightmare.”

  “Is he gonna be alright?”

  “Yeah. He’s got some broken ribs and his face was beat up, but he’ll be alright.”

  “Oh, that’s good to hear,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. “And you’re alright too?”

  I was more than alright. I was better than I’d ever been. I’d lost my happiness and found it again. Ever since Bones came back into my life, I hadn’t thought of Antonio once. He became an afterthought, hardly a memory. “I’m alright. And relieved.”

  “Me too,” he said. “I’m sorry to blow up your phone, but I was just worried.”

  “Don’t apologize. Thanks for checking in.”

  “So…when are you going to be home? I miss you.”

  Like I was punched in the face, I felt everything inside me shatter. His words knocked me out, pushed all the air from my lungs. I couldn’t say it back, not even to make him feel better. It would be wrong, a betrayal to the man I was with. And it would just give Antonio false hope. “Listen…” I told him everything that had happened, but a censored version so he didn’t know about the criminal pasts of my family and Bones. “We’re back together now. I don’t want to hurt you, Antonio, but I don’t want to sugarcoat it and make it seem like there’s still a chance for the two of us.”

  Antonio was quiet for a long time, digesting the blow slowly. He had just received a lot of information in very little time. He’d been blindsided, and I didn’t blame him for being overwhelmed.

  “I’m sorry…”

  He sighed into the phone but still didn’t say anything.

  “Antonio—”

  “I understand, Vanessa. You can’t choose who you love. Sometimes, it’s beyond our logical control. But I really think there’s something here between us. The way we bought each other’s paintings…the way we connect. I’m not upset about losing a woman to another man. But I am upset about losing you…because I think we have something special, something you don’t have with this other man.”

  “I know…but I love him. We have nothing in common. Our relationship has been nothing but work. He’s stubborn and hostile most of the time. But…I love him so mu
ch. If I’d met you first, I’m sure we would have been happy together and gotten married. But…I fell in love with this man, and our love is so deep I’ll never shake it.”

  Antonio was quiet again, accepting the second blow with silence. “Then there’s nothing left to say.”

  “Yeah…”

  “Good luck, Vanessa.”

  “You too…” I wanted to say more, to end our final conversation on a better note. Antonio was a good man and didn’t deserve this heartbreak. But if I didn’t make it straightforward and cold, it would only be harder for him.

  Click.

  I lowered the phone and stared out the window, the guilt rising in my chest. For a moment, I really had felt something for Antonio. I felt that rush of new love; I felt that hope of a future. When he touched my hand, I felt the electricity. When he pressed his forehead to mine, I felt that hot connection between us.

  But once Bones was back…it all meant nothing.

  Bones triumphed over any man, every man.

  I waited a few minutes before I returned to the living room. Bones was exactly where I left him, his coffee mug a little emptier from drinking. He leaned back against the couch, his stomach tight no matter what position he took. One arm hung over the back of the couch.

  I stared at him for a while, waiting for him to look at me in return. The awkwardness was heavy since we both knew exactly what I’d just done. If someone else called me, I would have that conversation right in front of him. I’d never walked away to speak to someone before.

  He finally turned to meet my eyes, his deep blue eyes gazing into mine. He didn’t ask me a single question or accuse me of anything. After several heartbeats, he looked away.

  I considered telling him everything that had happened with Antonio, but I didn’t want to listen to him tell me about his conquests over the last three months. There must have been more women than I could count on two hands. “He wanted to check on me. I ended things.” It would be unfair for Bones to be angry at me, but I stayed rooted to the spot, feeling obligated to explain the situation. “I don’t want you—”