Page 76 of Changing Lanes

So, I ran, too. I took off, ignoring the pain oozing from my every breath, and tried to busy myself with anything other than the truth. The problem is, there’s nowhere to hide when you’re running from yourself.

I came home with my hands covered in my own anguish and fell asleep across the hall from the person I didn’t want there to begin with but now can’t imagine her anywhere else. Anywhere further away anyway.

Then, in a twist I did not see coming, she came to me. And I don’t know how it happened, or why, but I can’t—absolutely can-fucking-not—find it in myself to question it. Some things are bigger than us and this feels like one of them.

Paige goes to roll away but my hand, still on her waist, catches her before she can escape. I overcorrect her movement and she ends up closer than before with our lips dangerously close and my hand burning where it grips her hip like my life fucking depends on her being here.

Of course, Paige—never one to be outdone—slips a leg over my hips and rolls me onto my back as she climbs on top.

I wish I could say I have a witty comment, or a sarcastic remark, or even a single fucking word to acknowledge this gorgeous woman mounting me but my brain malfunctions as all the blood rushes to my cock, leaving me completely speechless.

Holy. Fuck.

Paige broke my only rule, not once but twice now, handed me my own ass when I tried to lie, and is now straddling me without a concern in the world. Does she know how crazy this is? My self-control is dangling in the wind and one small gust from either direction is all it’ll take for that shit to snap completely. She’s playing a very dangerous game right now and looking up at her with that naughty ass little smirk, I’m pretty sure she knows it.

Her flimsy black shorts are pulled taut as her hips stretch across mine. The girl adjusts herself for the wide fit, rubbing her pussy against my solid erection and we both freeze from the contact. Our eyes connect and I can see the dare in hers. What will we do next?

I can also see the uncertainty. What should we do next?

“Last night I celebrated my friend’s new job. One that isn’t next to me every night anymore.” Her voice is strained with a deeper meaning and I pause, taking her in.

“If you’re upset about that, why would you celebrate it?”

It’s written across her face how much she’ll miss her friend.

“Because she’s getting more money and she deserves that.”

“Why don’t you do the same thing? Didn’t you say you need to save money? Then you can keep working together.”

She shakes her head, exhaling. “Some things are worth more than money.”

We sit with that for a minute, each of us lost in our own worlds full of priceless treasures we’re not willing to share.

She stares down at me through heavy lids. “But I will have her or anyone else I want over whenever I want, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. Tantrums included.”

“I don’t-” I don’t like that. I don’t want that.

I don’t fucking think so.

Nice try.

Keeping our connection, I finger a stray wave along her neck and watch as her eyes close on a whisper. I can’t make out what she said but her expression tells me everything I need to know. She wants this. She wants me. At least right now. And I can only give her this moment because that’s all that’s on my mind anyway. Not tomorrow. Hell, not even tonight at her little faux-surprise party. For now, I’m going to give her what she wants. What we both want.

She can talk her shit later.

Unlimited sleepovers with anyone she wants? We’ll see about that.

We will definitely see about that.

Twisting the locks further around my knuckles, I grasp her collarbone for leverage at the same time as I push my hips up to collide with hers. Paige throws her head back with a moan falling from her parted lips. Her nails dig into my pecs almost to the point of pain but honestly, I wouldn’t know. She’s all I can see, hear, and feel, damn it, and she feels like heaven incarnate.

My other hand grips where her hip and pelvis meet and pulls down as I thrust upward again. Another moan is another shot straight to my bloodstream. Like a fucking drug addict, I do it again. And again. And again.

Lazily rolling her head forward, Paige leans down to capture my lips but my hand below her throat blocks her from descending fully. I’ve got a front row seat to the best show in town and there’s no way I’m missing a second of it.

After. I’ll kiss the shit out of her after. Right now she’s mine to watch. Mine to play like a fiddle. She’s just fucking mine.

Something unfamiliar sweeps through my chest but I ignore it and continue pumping as she finally meets my gaze again. She smirks, probably at me trying to take charge when she never, ever lets me otherwise.