Page 100 of Firefly
“Running drugs with Spade’s crew.”
“They’re my friends.”
“They’re dangerous.”
“So are you.”
Fair. Still doesn’t stop me from being pissed.“You could’ve died tonight.”
“So could you every damn day at the Dungeon,” she fires back, and I look up sharply. She leans closer slightly.
“This life…” Her voice softens. “It’s the only thing that got me through losing you.”
Those words make my chest tighten, because she says it so honestly. No games. No manipulation. Just grief. Raw and bleeding between us.
“I thought you were dead, Hayden.”
Fuck!I close my eyes briefly.
“You don’t know what that did to me.” Her voice cracks. “The races—the warehouse—Reid… all of it was the only time I stopped feeling empty,” she says as silence stretches heavily between us. Then she reaches for me, cupping my face, forcing me to look at her. “Will you finally tell me what happened?”
The question hangs there. Dangerous and Heavy. I stare at her bruised face for a long moment before shaking my head slightly.
“Not tonight.” I deadpan as pain flickers briefly across her face. “Tonight isn’t about the past,” I say. “It’s about right now.”
And right now? She’s sitting half naked in my apartment looking at me like she still loves me enough to ruin herself over it. I don’t think I can survive much more of this as the silence stretches between us for a long moment.Heavy. Not awkward—just full of too much history. Too much pain.
Her breathing turns uneven when I move closer.
“So what now?” she whispers, and I cup her face gently.
“Now?” My thumb brushes softly beneath her eye. “Now I take care of my girl.”
The words crack something open between us completely. She kisses me first. And holy fucking hell. It’s nothing like before. Not soft teenage kisses beneath the stars. Not hesitant longing.
This kiss is desperate. Starving. Three years of grief and rage and missing each other crashing together all at once.
She climbs into my lap while my hands grip her waist hard enough to leave marks. I know I should be gentle but fuck! I've been a starved man and I can’t take it anymore. I moan into the kiss, deepening it as my fingers glide up her back and curl into her hair. Her mouth tastes like home.Home. God. I missed her so fucking much.
She kisses me like she’s terrified I’ll disappear again. Like she’s trying to memorize me with her mouth before the world steals me away, and I lose every remaining ounce of control.
“Firefly…” I groan against her lips as her fingers tangle in my hair while she presses herself closer.
“Please don’t stop,” she moans.
I shouldn’t want her this badly after everything, but I do. I always will.
I kiss down her throat slowly while she shivers against me. Every soft sound she makes goes right to my dick.
“Still so responsive for me,” I growl against her skin.
“Only you,” she whimpers as my fingers unclip her bra. Then I slowly pull down the straps, letting the cups fall between us. Her perfect tits bounce, making my mouth water. I lick my lips staring at her perfect pink nipples.Fuck it.I take one into my mouth and flick my tongue against the hardened peak. Her body trembles in my hold as I bite down on her tender flesh. I thrust up, not being able to help myself. I want her to feel what she does to me. Her hips rock as she throws her head back while digging her nails into my scalp and shoving my face into her chest.Fuck, I love this girl.
“Hayden. Make love to me,” she whispers, and I still, because despite everything… despite Brayden, the lies, the anger, and the years stolen from us… she still fits against me like she was made there. And those words are my undoing.
I grip her hips, lift her, and carry her to my bed. It’s time I worship my girl. My Firefly.
So, I lay her down gently and take a second to really look at her. Those blonde curls are messy and spread out against my sheets. Her chest is heaving like she’s about to break into a million pieces if I don’t touch her again.
