Tell her yourself.
Wayne walked out of the bar with Dorothy in tow. He watched his friend help her into the back of a cab before walking over to him.
“Are you out for the night?” Guy asked.
“Yeah, we’re headed home. Dorothy is worried. Emily is not the same. What’s going on? I know you, Guy, and this is not you. You look ready to kill someone.”
Guy laughed. “I’m not ready to kill someone. I should have listened to you and the guys.”
“Why?” Wayne was frowning as he asked.
“This thing with Emily is coming to an end. She was fun while it was working whereas now, it’s not. We’re done, and I don’t know how long I can keep this facade up.” He shrugged his shoulder and buried himself deeper into his jackets. The nights were getting colder.
“Don’t do this, man. You’re in love with that woman, and you’re running away at the first hurdle. This is not you.”
“I’m not running. This is what was supposed to happen in the beginning. I tire of women easily. Emily was just a challenge to me. I should have seen it before.” Every word he spoke felt bitter to him.
“You’re a fucking asshole. If you do this you’ll never know what true happiness is.” Wayne stormed away from him.
Guy watched him go. An hour later Emily was walking out of the front door. She was putting her coat around her shoulders. He’d brought his car tonight to take her home. After tonight he was going to let her go, but he wanted one last night with her in his arms.
“You stayed,” she said, folding her arms underneath her breasts. He hated how she hesitated around him. “You’ve been acting strangely, and you’re quiet. I didn’t know what to make of it.”
He held her close kissing her head.
Leave her alone. You’re being cruel.
“Let’s go home.”#p#分页标题#e#
Helping her into the car, he circled ‘round to the passenger side. The journey was short, and neither of them spoke. He knew she was nervous and that he was being a dick. When he parked outside of his house, he saw her climb out of the car before he got a chance to help her.
Get back into the car and drive her home.
Instead he walked into his house taking her with him. He didn’t bother turning on lights. Closing the door with his boot he made his way upstairs taking her with him.
“Guy, don’t you think we should talk?” she asked.
“No, no more talking. We’ve done all the talking we need.” He pushed her up against the wall inside his bedroom, taking her lips.
She moaned, dropping her coat to the floor. He tore his coat off and ran his hands up and down her body.
One more night was all he needed to finally get his fill. Her hands, small in comparison to his, were taking over his mind. Guy needed to feel her naked skin against his own. It wasn’t just a need but a desperation to feel her underneath him.
Closing his eyes he relished the feel of her against him.
She cupped his face, kissing him back with as much fire as he felt for her.
Tell her you love her.
He didn’t tell her his thoughts or his feelings. Pushing her shirt up, he released her long enough to take the item of clothing off. Touching her stomach, he reached up to cup her breast. Her hard nipples pressed against the lace of her bra.
“Guy, tell me what’s wrong.”
Stopping the kiss, he looked down at her. Emily’s face was flushed, and her body called to him.
“There’s nothing to talk about. It’s sex you wanted, and I’m giving you sex.” He slammed his lips back on hers hating the words he spoke.
She shoved him hard. “Is that all it is? Sex?”
“What else could it possibly be?” His breathing was heavy as he looked at her, the thick ridge of his cock pressed against his pants begging for attention.
“I want to go home,” she said, bending down to grab her shirt.
“What the hell do you want from me?” he asked, shouting the words.
“Nothing. I don’t want anything from you. I never did.” She pulled her shirt on, bending down to grab her jacket. “We’re just sex, remember, and we’d know when it ended.”
Biting his lip, he tugged the jacket from her hands and pressed his cock against her stomach. Guy didn’t stop there. He shoved his hands down her jeans, sliding a finger through her slick heat.
“It doesn’t feel like it’s over to me.”
She moaned, biting her lip. He couldn’t let her go without this taste. The bastard within him wanted to make a harder break than her simply walking out. For some reason, which he didn’t understand, he needed her to hate him before it was the end.