Ten(19)

“I didn’t do anything, Dalton.”

“But you did. You loved me and made me love you.”

He wasn’t being fair. Loving each other was never a choice for us. We are soul mates; it’s ingrained in our bones.

“I keep myself busy to forget you, and when I slip, I try to remember what being friends with your brother cost me. What loving you cost me. But every time I still for the briefest of moments, my heart beating heavy in my chest, reminding me no matter how much time passes, no matter what it cost me, I can’t make myself stop loving you.“

“Do you want to stop?”

“I want the pain of loving you to stop.” He beats at his chest. “I want to cut the fucking thing from my chest to stop the pain of every beat, because as long as my heart beats in my chest, I’ll never stop wanting you, loving you, hating you.”

“Don’t hate me,” I beg.

He stalks across the room and grabs hold of my face, his palms grasping my cheeks. He holds me there, staring into my eyes. So much passes through his eyes. Memories, confusion, hate, anger, lust, love.

He swipes away the tear that drops with the pad of his thumb and then crashes his lips to mine. He’s as erratic as a midsummer storm. I’m not sure if he’s going to carry on kissing me or push me away, leaving me cold again.





I can’t think straight. I have information overload, and it hurts worse than when I thought she betrayed me because I’ve hurt her and treated her like garbage. I let her get hurt by others and I didn’t protect her from Jonah when she was mine. I never thought he was a threat to her in that manner. What kind of person tries to rape his own sister? I want to kill him. I don’t know if I’d be able to do it, but now it’s the only thing I want to do. I didn’t even think of anything like that back then. The thought never entered my mind when she came over looking like that. Then again, I never thought he would do what he did to me. Drugs are the fucking devil’s juice and it makes me feel sick knowing I supply that shit to people. I let them all win in the end. Jonah for getting me sent away. My Dad and uncles for getting me in the business. Alex’s parents for making me think Alex betrayed me. I lost everything, and so did she. Why are families so fucking cruel? What did we ever do but fall in love?

“Don’t hate me,” she begs, and it’s my undoing

We’ve been robbed of so much time and I don’t want to waste anymore. No one has ever come close to her. The outside world can’t touch us in this moment, and just for now, I want to pretend. I want to feel.

I push her against the wall, causing her to gasp, and making my dick attack the zipper of my jeans. Her warm, supple body melts into mine with a moan from her lips.

Our lips collide, tongues dueling for control. I want to consume every inch of her, strip her naked and map out every part that makes her whimper. I tear at her shirt, ripping it from her so it falls from her in a flutter, exposing her soft flesh beneath. I didn’t take my time exploring her last time, but this time is different.

I tug at the band holding her hair up so it falls in waves around her shoulders. Pushing both hands through it I direct her face away from mine so I can look into her lust-glazed eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?”

Her lips are red and swollen from our frenzied kissing and it makes me want to suck them into my mouth. Her cheeks are flushed; reminding me of how beautiful she looks when she’s consumed with lust.

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

She trembles, her hands tugging at the hem of my shirt. That’s enough for me. Usually I wouldn’t ask a girl if she was sure, but this isn’t just some lay, this is Alex. My Alex.

She pulls the tee over my head and her hands stroke over the tattoos painting my skin. I grab her hands in mine and twist her body to pin her front against the wall, holding her hands above her head and enjoying the wiggle of her ass as she squirms and pushes against my crotch.

“Are you aching, Alex?” I groan in her ear, pushing my hard cock against her ass cheeks and grinding against her.

“Yes,” she says in an almost cry, her hungry body trying to gain some friction. Kissing along her shoulders and down her spine, I release her hand and drop to my knees behind her, tracing the slender line of her spine with my tongue. I unzip her skirt and let it drop to the floor before gripping her panties and sliding them slowly down her legs; the scent of her arousal causes my mouth to flood with saliva. Damn, I never thought I’d taste her like this again, and I would have lived with only the memories of her scent, which would have almost been cruel. But here I am, centimeters away from the delicious pink flesh of her pussy, and I can’t contain myself. Reaching up, I push her back so she flattens her top half against the wall, leaving her full, delectable rump prone and a gap forms between her thighs. I swipe my tongue from her pussy up her ass, making her jolt from the sensation. Stroking my hand over her heated flesh, I lick and taste her like she’s my last meal. I devour and savor her all at once. I tease her opening with my fingers and relish the hot feel of her excitement coating my fingers. I stand, pushing them inside her. Her head tilts back with a groan, and her silky strands of hair pour down my chest like a waterfall. I’m much taller than her so I can lean right over and take her lips with my own as I fuck her with my fingers. I can’t take much more, my dick’s about to combust inside my jeans.

I pull my fingers from her heat and turn her around. I look into her eyes, telling her I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry for thinking she could do that to me. I’d let the hate overrule everything so it clouded rational thinking. It destroyed me, us, her.

She’s so fucking beautiful. I love the thick curves to her body; she’s a woman and they suit her. Her full tits have a natural weight to them; I just want to be buried beneath them as she rides my cock.

There are some faint marks on her stomach, and it occurs to me that I know nothing about this Alex. Is she married? Are they marks from having a baby? Oh God, is my Alex a mother to someone else’s kid? No. She came here alone. A husband or boyfriend wouldn’t have made her do this on her own, and she certainly wouldn’t let me into her body if she were taken.

“You’re the most precious thing I’ve ever set eyes on,” I tell her, and mean every fucking word. I want to commit her - naked and flushed - to memory, just in case she decides she can’t forgive me and this is the only time I get to have her.

I unbutton my jeans and shove them to the floor. Stepping out of them, I kick my shoes off and reach for her. I lift her so she wraps her legs around my waist then lower her straight onto my waiting cock. We come together like jigsaw pieces.

“Dalton,” she murmurs, and she’s looking at me like she wants to talk.

I shake my head. “No more talking.” I push into her further, eliciting a gasp from her lips. “But you can scream,” I tease, dropping to my knees, forcing her body against mine.

Our bodies glow with sweat and it enables her body to glide over mine with ease. Her hard nipples push into me, and it’s heaven. I guide her hips with a rough grip - she likes to be loved harder than most. Her lips nibble at mine as our labored breathing echoes around the room. No drug could give you this feeling; sex is the only drug anyone should ever want. She’s in my arms, I have her, and it ignites every fiber of my being. Her walls squeeze and caress me as she glides up and down, twisting her hips as she reaches my tip, her hands pulling at my hair. Burrowing my head between her tits, I taste her skin, lapping over her nipple before taking it into my mouth and sucking hard. Her head falls back and her pussy tightens around me so fucking tight she may never release me.

“Dalton, oh God!” she screams, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. I gently rock with her as she comes down and then lay her back so I can cover her body with mine. Picking up the pace again, I thrust into her. Her face contorts with pleasure with every push forward and I know my face mirrors hers. I reach down, hooking her knee over my arm so I can get deeper, and I watch her as she falls deeper into lust beneath me. Her body loose and satisfied, her hips move to match my own. I love the sound of our flesh meeting, and I look down between her thighs to watch as I slide inside her. It’s euphoric seeing my cock slick with her juices, pushing into her hot, pink flesh. She takes me all, coating me in her essence. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and she’s almost lifted from the floor. I roll onto my back, taking her with me so her body covers mine, and we move in sync, lost in the utopia of this moment together.





He carried me upstairs to his bed and made love to me a further two times before exhaustion claimed us both.

I spread my hand across the sheets and I’m greeted with cold, empty space. I sit up to find my clothes on the end of the bed.

Not a subtle hint, Dalton.

He’s gone? Our moment is gone. My heart sinks. So that’s all it was. A fuck.

We hate, we fuck, we pretend, and then we go back to forgetting we love each other and belong to each other. Who are we punishing but ourselves? I can’t do this. I can’t, I won’t survive it. I won’t survive him. I always knew it deep down. He holds a power over me more deadly than any other because he makes me die from the inside out. He does damage so intense it weakens my heart and leaves scars marred in blood burned into my soul