Page 35 of Ache
“Why? I’m fine. I don’t need you to watch over me anymore.”
“Because you have Alec?” he snarks.
I roll my eyes. “No, because I have learned to stand on my own two feet.”
“I know you have.”
“Then what the fuck is the problem?”
“I can’t let go of you that easily.”
“You let go of me years ago,” I seethe.
“I never let go. I just did what was right. When it comes to you, I have always tried to do what was right.”
“Well, you didn’t. You made promises you didn’t keep, you pushed me away, and you broke my fucking heart. And now you’re here trying to take my happiness, too.”
“I would never take your happiness,” he protests. “The only thing I have ever wanted is for you to be happy.”
“Then go away.” Tears burn my eyes.
“I can’t.” His tone is rough.
“Why?” I demand.
Tage pulls out a folded piece of paper from the back of his jeans pocket and hands it to me.
I take it warily and unfold it. I nearly choke as I look at what’s scribbled on the page.
“Why are you doing this? Why now? After all this fucking time.” Tears stream out like a faucet from my eyes.
“I’ve wanted to tell you. I just didn’t know how.”
I break down right in the hallway, clutching the paper to my chest. The memories are unbearable. I wrote this note as a teenager. As a dependent child in love with a man she didn’t even know. A heart and an arrow with “you” under the arrow, “me” over the heart. “4ever”. I believed those words. I believed we’d be together forever. I was naïve. Clueless.
“Don’t do this. Not now.” I punch the paper into his chest. “Not when—”
My sentence is long gone under his abrupt kiss. He steals my words and breath the exact same way he did all those years ago. I fight at first, but we both know it’s no use. The feelings are there, flooding over us like a tidal wave. I cry through the soul-crushing kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life. Tage crushes me against the door, his tongue reacquainting itself with my mouth. He kisses exactly the same. Dominantly, passionately, recklessly. My emotions split right in two as I succumb.
I have ached for him to touch me this way. I have ached to hear the sound of his voice in the dark of night, feel the warmth of his skin, experience the press of his lips. Ached for him to engulf my mind and my senses, like he once had. Ached to become lost in him, and him to become lost in me. I’ve ached to not be alone, if only for a painful moment. Because moments were all I had. All I was capable of. All I could bear.
Until now.
Reason is completely stripped away as Tage pushes us into my apartment. We barely make it inside before Tage is propping me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and attack his mouth as forcefully as he’s attacking mine, our hips grinding, and our breathing ragged.
Is this really happening?A subconscious thought flits through my manic haze.
I feel the rigid length of his cock press right up against my clit and I confirm that it is. This is really happening, and I want it to. I want it to happen so bad I may spontaneously combust.
I don’t even remember making it into the bedroom. I just remember falling back onto the mattress. I remember Tage ripping off his clothes and then mine.
Then there’s just us, naked, desperate, and years of lost time from the past crashing over us.
There’s no foreplay. No warm up, no nothing. Just Tage thrusting inside me. I scream, I see stars, I claw at his back as we fuck. It’s passion elevated to another Earthly plane. It’s pent-up aggression punching through the surface and shattering the glass ceiling.
I cry even more while he’s inside me. It’s painful and cathartic all at the same time. My body responds exactly how it did all those years ago. It aches, and throbs, and quivers. The walls of my pussy clamping down onto his cock for dear life.
“Don’t disappear,” I plead incoherently. “Please don’t disappear.”
