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  “Please, Jag. Just fuck me already.”

  My little Pixie needs to learn. I’m in charge. I continue teasing her clit with the metal ring. Rubbing the crown of my dick up and down her drenched slit. The sound of the metal hitting metal each time I do it is the only sound besides her soft whimpers. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.

  With my glove-covered hand, I dip two fingers into her tight heat and once both digits are coated and glistening with her slickness, I move them down to tease her tight forbidden hole. Her body accepts me, taking everything I’m giving her. She’s moaning, a sweet, melodic sound that echoes around us in a lust-filled symphony.

  My fingers move into her body slow and sensual, but this will only last as long as it takes for my cock to be buried deep. Once I’m fucking her, it’s going to be one angry fuck.

  Once both my fingers are dipping into her tight hole, scissoring her open, her head drops back with pleasure written all over her beautiful face. I stop all movement. Her mouth opens, no doubt to curse me. But I don’t wait. My hips thrust, seating myself to the hilt inside her sweet, hot pussy. She’s incredibly tight, the feeling is intense as I thrust into her. Ultimately double penetrating her body. “That’s it, Pixie. Take me. You love my dick inside you.” Biting the words out through clenched teeth, I know I’m not going to last long with her perfect cunt pulsing around me.

  Mine. She’s all fucking mine.

  Her sweet whimpers turn to loud moans. Echoing off the walls. Thank fuck Ryn knows not to disturb me when I’m in here. Ava grips the side of the bench as I drive into her.

  Relentless. Ruthless. Almost violent.

  The feet of the bed scrape against the tiles. With my free hand, I reach for her throat. Squeezing lightly, giving her just a little taste of the rough she loves so much. When our eyes meet, I see happiness, desire, lust, everything swims in those green eyes that are now dark with need.

  “Jag, fuck, oh, God... Fuck me. Make me come.”

  Our bodies are connected, primal, animalistic. My need skyrockets. I haven’t felt her in years. And I can’t hold on. Her cunt clamps down on my dick. Sucking it into her body. Milking me for all I’m worth.

  Her breath hitches and I know she’s about to come. My balls draw up.

  I grip her throat. She claws my arm.

  Her cunt is squeezing me. My dick is owning her.

  “Fuck!” she cries out which sets me off. My fingers drive into her tight ass, my dick drives into her pussy and with that, my body locks. She squirts sweet juices over my abs and dick.

  That’s my girl. Mark me as I’ve marked you.

  This time, she’s not leaving. I’ll make sure of it.

  Chapter Four

  Ava

  My high dissipates at a steady pace. I want to hold on to it. To bask in the glow of having him inside me, but I know soon I’ll have to explain myself. I just hope my confession doesn’t dampen the love I can see he still has for me when he looks my way. When I meet those dark eyes again, I can’t help smiling. “That was...” I can’t find words to describe it. Two long years and here I am, full circle, back with the man I walked away from.

  I knew he couldn’t deny me. I just didn’t expect him to fuck me on the bed, in his parlor, with clients on the other side listening to me screaming his name. The thought once again turns me needy. As if I’ve spent the last twenty-four months fasting and now I’m ready to feast.

  “It was,” he affirms with a self-satisfied smirk while tugging his jeans up muscled thighs. Every inch of him screams sex. The chiseled, toned torso. His arms are lean, yet they’re corded with muscle. Ink adorns them from shoulder to wrist. It’s only his hands that are free of color. His thighs are strong, powerful. And his face, sharp features with a full, neatly trimmed beard. Dark eyes that turn my insides molten. His dark hair is messy, in that sexy way that makes me want to run my fingers through it.

  He picks up my shorts and tank top, setting them beside me on the bed. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he regards me with a look of wariness. I don’t blame him. How could I? This distance between us is my doing.

  “Thank you for my tattoo,” I whisper, glancing at the ink again. His signature on my thigh so close to my core. “You want to know why I’m here?” I question, my voice husky with emotion, but I don’t meet his gaze. I can’t bring myself to look at him. To see the agony, I caused in his dark eyes. The brown so dark, reminding me of a rich espresso.

  I wanted to apologize when I walked in. Tell him the truth and give him a choice. Either he can take me back, forgive me for leaving, or... I don’t want to think about that possibility. Then I decided to do something stupid. If he does throw me out after I tell him everything, at least I’ll know we’ve had one more incredible fuck. One last time we were connected.

  Now that he’s fucked me senseless, I’m going to have to swallow my pride, my fear, and let him in. All those years we spent together and I never once allowed him to see my pain. He didn’t know where I came from. I hid it well.

  Now it’s time to pull the mask off and show him my face.

  Stop running, Ava.

  It’s time to move forward. With or without him.

  “Talk.” He grunts. Watching me pull on the tank top, he waits as I cover myself to his gaze. Even as the material hides my skin, I feel naked under his scrutiny. Once I’ve righted myself, I sit forward, feeling the bite of pain on my inner thigh. Noticing my wince, he reaches for the salve and applies more to the spot that’s trickling blood.

  He covers it with a gentle touch which sends a heated skitter of emotion through me. My skin dots with goose bumps when his fingers whisper on the tanned flesh. With the small bandage in place, he steps back, allowing me to hop off the bed and pull on my shorts.

  “I...there’s so much I should say. Too much in fact. Before I tell you everything, I need you to know I’m sorry.” When I meet his gaze, it softens, only slightly, but I notice it. “I fucked up. I was a wreck.” Shaking my head, I turn away from him. The fear that barrels through my chest is stifling.

  “Ava, you knew I’d do anything for you. There shouldn’t have been a doubt in your mind that whatever the fuck you were going through, I would have been there.”

  Nodding, I turn to regard him again. My gaze lifts to his, meeting dark orbs that are filled with confusion, heartache, and frustration. “I know. I knew it then and I know it now. There wasn’t much in my life besides you, but... There were things you didn’t know about me. That I couldn’t tell you because I was scared you’d leave.”

  “Let me tell you something, Pixie. Love isn’t something part time. It’s hard, demanding, and difficult—”

  “No, that’s just you,” I tease, hoping to lighten the mood, and I’m awarded with a sinful stare.

  “Yeah, that’s true. Listen to me, baby. I don’t do things by half measure, you know that. If I say I’m all in, then it means I’m all in. One hundred percent. Nothing you can say will scare me off.”

  “It’s not that, I just... I wanted to protect you from the shit storm my life was before you. I... Fuck, this is difficult. When we were together, I was still legally married. Separated, but I wasn’t completely single.”

  “What do you mean? You told me that asshole was out of your life.” The rough growl that rumbles through his chest is loud, vibrating through me.

  “He was. They’d put him away, but when I went home to see my dad, he was there. He’d threatened to come here because he found out I’d been dating you and things got ugly. You were getting the store up and running, trying to move on from your own shit and I didn’t want to taint your future with my past.”

  The words flow easily once I start and the way he’s watching me is more than I could’ve asked for. He’s not telling me to leave. Not pushing me away, so I continue.

 
“I came back here and packed my bags. I didn’t want you to know I was still married. I lied to you, telling you he was an ex, but he was more. He came back, but I knew I needed to sort my life out first. I couldn’t be with you if he was still there. It took me two years to have him agree to a divorce, Jag.” My tone turns from soft and pained, to pleading and anguished. “It’s done now. The papers were signed two days ago. As soon as I got them, the first thing I did was come here to try and salvage something I broke.”

  Chapter Five

  Jagger

  Everything I thought I knew, all the anger I’d held inside for this woman and she was hiding this from me. She was in pain and she pushed me away. Meeting those green eyes, I question, “And what’s to say you’re not going to pack your shit again one day? I can’t do it, Pixie. You walking out, that’s not something I want to go through again. You could have told me, we could have worked through it together, as a couple. Which is what I thought we were. Now... Now it’s too late.” I murmur the last four words as the emotion pummels my chest. Turning to face the wall, I tip my head back, my gaze trained on the ceiling.

  The air around us shifts, from the sexual tension, to the anguish that’s hanging heavily around us. I know she’s hurt. So am I. Can I forgive her for walking out? I don’t know.

  Sighing, I drop my gaze to find her staring at me expectantly. There’s a softness to her. A sweet delicate woman under all that ink and piercings. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was trying to hide behind the rough exterior.

  “I don’t expect you to believe me. Or take me back. I came to explain and tell you why I did what I did. There’s no excuse that will make this better, I know, but I needed you to know that I did love you. Hell, I still love you. I thought we were good for each other in our own fucked-up way. You gave me the rough I needed and I gave you the outlet you craved so much. Even in our darkest moments, you were my light, my salvation for the shit that I’d endured.”

  Raw honesty.

  That’s what she’s giving me. In the eight years I’ve known Ava Thomas she’s never given me her all. At twenty-eight you’d think she’d be done with the masks; perhaps now she’ll realize that they don’t offer protection, they do more harm than anything else. She probably doesn’t realize it, but I see right through her. To the very heart and soul of a woman who has burrowed herself into mine.

  “I don’t want to say no, Ava. Fuck, to be honest, I’m standing here barely holding on to my restraint. All I want to do is claim you. Make you mine.” My words cause her to dart those piercing eyes to me.

  “Then do it,” she murmurs.

  “I can’t.” Two words and I’m shattered. It’s not a lie, I can’t do it. Something in my gut tells me there’s more to her little secret than she’s letting on. And if she can’t trust me. I can’t trust her. “Tell me everything and I may consider it. Stop hiding, Ava. You forget, I’ve known you for far too long to buy the story you’re giving me.”

  “That’s it. I’ve told you everything.” Her adamant tone doesn’t hide the lie dripping from her words. I know there’s more. I’m not stupid, I know this woman better than I know myself. “I bare my soul to you and you walk away?” Anger mars her pretty face. A fire burns in those green eyes, as if she’s trying to scorch me with a single look. Which she does. So beautifully.

  “Yes.”

  I turn, not allowing myself to see the heartbreak I’ve just caused. She needs to come clean, and I mean every dark and dirty thing she’s hiding in her closet. I want it all. Or nothing at all. The click of the door is like a damn foghorn. Deafening. This time I’m the one who fucked up. I couldn’t even look at her when she walked out.

  Guilt weighs heavily on me.

  Did I make the right decision? I don’t know.

  I’ve never known with her. She’s always been a wild card in my life. Coming in and shaking shit up until I didn’t know which way was up. Even so, I wanted that. I wanted her chaos with mine. Everything she offered I took.

  Being inside her again a few moments ago was more than I’d ever thought I’d have again.

  Her body needy for mine. Connected in the only way we know how to be. Both violent and passionate.

  Isn’t that what violence is? Passion?

  What is love then? How do you know it’s real? That never-ending soul-searing shit? You know what I’m talking about. Glancing up, I notice the clock on the wall. It’s almost closing time.

  Hastily, I start cleaning the room and make sure everything is packed away before I take a step outside into the main area of the store.

  “I thought she’d killed you with her pussy.” Ryn’s giggle is enough to have me chuckling through my pain.

  “You’re not far off. She probably could’ve.”

  “Is that why she left here in floods of tears? You told her to leave?” I stop in the middle of the empty store and glare at the woman I’ve been working with for almost a year.

  “What do you mean?”

  Shaking her head, she grabs her purse and phone. “I’m going to get out of here. You need to go find that girl and sort shit out. She walked out of here in a state. It’s clear she’s more than hurt, and it’s also clear that this isn’t some one-time thing. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was in love with you. Don’t be a dick, Jag. Fucking her then telling her to leave? That’s not you. Who is this girl?”

  “Nobody. Now go home and stop being a pain in my ass,” I grunt, but her smile tells me she knows I’m only kidding with her.

  “Yes, sir, boss man!” With that, I’m left alone with my thoughts. My guilt. My fucking anger. I want to get lost on the streets of the city tonight. Perhaps I should head out to the bar. Drink my sorrows away.

  Pulling my phone from my pocket, I hit dial on Slade’s number. “What’s up, bro?” His deep rumble comes across the line. He’s a good friend. We used to work together in the police force but I knew after a few months it wasn’t for me. That was before I took a chance and opened this place.

  “Beers. Pussy. And smokes.” That’s all Slade cares about now. I wish I had his carefree ways. He doesn’t allow women to get to him. It’s one night and that’s all he offers them. As much as I’d love to do that, I know my heart belongs to the one woman I just told to leave.

  “Sounds like a night. See you in an hour.”

  There’s only one way I’m going to get over this girl and it’s to drown my sorrows in alcohol and tight pussy.

  Chapter Six

  Ava

  I don’t blame him. He should have never even allowed me inside his store, but that doesn’t stop the agony in my chest. “Another?” Cutting a glance at the bartender who’s holding up a bottle of Patron, I nod wordlessly. He refills my glass and I knock it back in one swallow. “Drowning your sorrows?”

  “Something like that. Hit me with another.”

  “Maybe I’ll leave the bottle here. You call me if you need anything,” he says with a rueful smile, and I realize he’s probably wondering why I’m in here downing shot after shot of tequila. It feels as though he’s looking right through me.

  “Thanks.” It’s all I offer before he makes his way down the bar to a couple who’ve just stumbled in, not drunk, but high on each other.

  I’m alone again with thoughts of what I could have done differently. Maybe I shouldn’t have walked out. If I could just make him see. I couldn’t tell him what happened when I went home. I should have told him. Jesus. Get a grip on yourself. This is ridiculous.

  Pouring another shot, I inhale the strong liquid. My body shudders at the smell, but I quickly swallow it, allowing the burn to force me to believe I’m still alive. That I’m still here after all the shit that went down.

  Even though I lost a lot more. I’m alive.

  “Fuck you, man. That chick was hot.” A
familiar rumble sounds behind me and when I turn, I’m met with Slade’s cerulean eyes. Fuck. Can this day get any worse? “Well, sweet thing. How are you? It’s been too long.” He slurs. As usual, he’s drunk.

  “Leave me alone, Slade.”

  “Come on, Pixie... Isn’t that what he called you?” A muscled arm snakes around me, tugging me into his body.

  “Get the fuck off her, man!” A deep timbre roars from behind us and Slade jumps, tugging me along with him. When he stumbles, I’m almost knocked on my ass, but the strong arms that envelop me save me from the impact with the floor.

  “Can’t you both sort your shit out?” My angry tone is dripping venom as I bite out the words. As soon as I’m on my feet, I settle onto my seat without looking at him. Without looking at Jag.

  “I’m sorry, he got carried away.”

  “Yeah, as he always does.” My voice is doused in frustration at Slade Maddox and his drunkenness. He hasn’t always been like this, but when he goes on a bender, he’s an asshole. The only time I’d ever seen him happy was when he’s working. Turning away, I pour another drink, hoping it will numb the ache that’s reappeared.

  This is ridiculous. He’s under my skin. Too far under and I can’t get him out. The problem is, I don’t know if I want to get him out. The man is etched into my heart, on my skin. Into my marrow, as if he’s a part of me and I can’t shake him.

  “Look, we both know Slade can be an asshole. He didn’t mean—”

  “Jag, just leave me in peace. I came here to drown my sorrows, not listen to you apologize for the assholes you hang out with. I just need to be on my own.”

  He sighs in resignation. As if he’s given up on me. As if we’re officially done. The thought makes my heart hurt. “Is that what you told yourself when you walked out two years ago? That you needed to be on your own?”