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  Hayden clutched his heart playfully as he fell off to the side.

  I rolled on top of him and kissed down his chest. I nipped at his nipples and heard him groan as his cock twitched against my stomach. I could feel his precum dripping from the tip as I kissed over his washboard abs. Dragging my tongue down the lines of his strength as his legs parted to accommodate my body. I sat my chin on top of his belly button and looked up at him, watching his face redden with mounting desire.

  Then he peeked one eye open and looked down at my grinning face.

  “Do I need to fill the car up with gas again?”

  I giggled and shook my head as I planted a kiss against his skin. My hands slid up his thighs, but stopped when I got to his scar. I traced the thick tissue that had built up over the past few weeks, spanning from his hip all the way down to his knee. I reached my lips over and kissed it. All the way from his knee cap up to his side. I pressed his leg up and angled it, opening his thigh up to me before I nipped at his skin.

  His cock was red with anger, leaking so much it was dripping down his shaft.

  “I’m so happy you’re okay,” I said with a whisper.

  “I take it the lady enjoys my battle scar.”

  “Has your humor always been dark?”

  “Knock knock,” Hayden said.

  “Do I even want to know?”

  “Depends. How much darkness can you handle?”

  “Forget I asked,” I said as I rolled my eyes.

  “Hey, not my fault you got curious. Maybe you shouldn’t be so inquisitive about things.”

  “Like why you fired me?”

  I watched his face grow somber and I shook my head. I pushed myself back up his body and smashed my lips against his. My eyes fluttered closed and his arms encompassed my back, pulling me closer into his body. I felt his heart drumming against my chest. I felt his heat spreading across my body. I felt goosebumps flee up my spine as my hands planted firmly into his chest. Curling into his strength. Tracing the lines of his sculpted form.

  Our lips disconnected and I opened my eyes to find his.

  “You can dish it, but you can’t take it, I see.”

  “Your not being with me isn’t funny,” Hayden said.

  “And your ‘battle scar’ isn’t either. If I recall correctly, that was our first major fight.”

  “It was a stupid thing to fight about.”

  “You were risking your life for a leg. I thought it was pretty stupid.”

  “I gathered. But it paid off, didn’t it? I walked up to your door. Picked you up in my arms. Poured you into bed and fucked you speechless.”

  “I’m not sure I’d put it that way.”

  “You mean your jaw unhinged with nothing coming out wasn’t speechless?” he asked.

  My cheeks blushed and I buried my face into the crook of his neck. He chuckled and the sound rumbled throughout my body. His fingers traced the line of my spine, up and down. Side to side. Filling my back with shivers as I ground down into his leg.

  “Looks like I’m not the only one with another blissful round in me,” Hayden said.

  “I can’t help that your touch is electric,” I said.

  “Boogie woogie woogie?”

  I playfully slapped his chest and a smile slid across his cheeks.

  “Not a fan on the electric slide?”

  “Not everything is a joke,” I said.

  “But you’re having fun, right?”

  “Actually, I want to say something.”

  “You’ve been saying a lot of things. Though most of them in broken sentences.”

  I rolled my eyes and fell off to the side as he turned and moved with me. My hair was spread across my pillow and his eyes were dancing around my face. My hand found his and I laced our fingers together, then brought the back of his hand to my lips. I kissed every single knuckle before nuzzling it against my cheek, taking in the soft strength of every part of his body.

  “You’re filled with it, you know,” I said.

  “Shit?”

  “No, you idiot. Manliness.”

  Our eyes connected and I watched his playful stare grow stoic again.

  “You being in that chair didn’t make you any less of a man to me just like strolling into my apartment on two feet didn’t make you any more of a man, Hayden. It’s your countenance. Your confidence. Your demeanor and the way you make me feel. The give and take between us and the hot electricity that shoots between our bodies every time we connect. It’s the longing looks and the shivers your eyes give me and the swell of your chest before dipping into a strong set of abs. It’s the thunder in your voice and the ice behind your eyes and the intelligence that falls from your lips within the purest of conversations. Those are the things that make you a man to me, Hayden. Not your legs or your ability to walk.”

  His hand released mine and came up to cup my cheek. His thumb stroked my skin, flushing it with his simple touch. I closed my eyes and allowed his warmth to trickle over me as his body scooted closer to mine. His leg slid between my thighs and I could feel my wetness pooling against his skin. Coating him in the shimmering juices his graceful touch was creating. I turned my face into his palm and kissed it, listening as he grunted at the pressure.

  Then his thumb slid across my bottom lip and I drew the tip of it between my teeth.

  “Such a naughty girl,” he said, his voice hot and heavy. “And to think I could’ve gotten you so wrong.”

  “There is nothing more I want in a man than his ability to make me feel like his equal,” I said. “And whenever I’m around you, I feel like I could be.”

  “Could be?” he asked.

  I kissed the tip of his thumb before my eyes darted down to my hand. For a split second, that memory came washing back. The memory of how his hand stung so badly against my skin. And I saw recognition flash across his stare. A memory of that same moment that took the lust in his eyes and morphed it into a heavy sadness. His hand slid down my neck. Down my shoulder. Down my chest. He left a trail of goosebumps behind him as he wrapped his hand around my wrist. He pressed our palms together and I followed his motion, our hands rising at the same time until they were in front of our faces.

  Then he laced our fingers together and drew my hand to his, kissing my wrist over. And over. And over.

  Until no other sensation was left but the feeling of his lips and tears filling my eyes.

  “I’m sorry,” Hayden said. “I should’ve never done that to you.”

  “It’s not even that you smacked my hand away,” I said breathlessly. “It was the implied expression of worthlessness. I enjoyed being around you. I enjoyed helping you. I enjoyed taking care of you, Hayden. But in that moment-- for one brief, elongated second-- I hated everything about you.”

  I watched him physically wince at the statement.

  Like I’d struck him against his cheek.

  I didn’t know what to say other than that. I’d wanted to say it for weeks, but I never thought I would get the chance. Out of all the fighting and the battles we weathered, that one I couldn't get over. That one I couldn't get out of my mind. I couldn’t explain away. It had been so raw and vulnerable for both of us, and instead of pulling me closer in his time of need he shoved me away.

  “Are you going to do that when things get rough?” I asked. “Are you going to slap me away and command me to leave? Because a man doesn’t do that, Hayden. When a woman wants to help him-- wants to break down her walls for him-- he not only cheers it on, but he does it in return.”

  I felt a tear trickle down my cheek as his eyes rose to meet mine. He released my hand and brought his knuckles to my skin, wiping at my its trail. He slid his thumb underneath my eye, catching any residue of my sadness while his gaze danced around my face.

  Part of me felt like I was ruining the moment, but part of me knew this was necessary for me.

  For us.

  If there was going to be an ‘us’.

  I wanted there to be, but not with this bo
ulder between us. Not with this one massive thing we still needed to address.

  “I’m not perfect,” Hayden said. “I have my faults. I’m a proud man, and that doesn’t change overnight. But I can make you a promise.”

  “Don’t do that,” I said. “I don’t have a good track record with those. People in my life, they make promises they can’t keep and then get upset when I feel let down. Please don’t do that. Just… don’t-”

  Hayden pressed his lips to mine, silencing my pleas. I melted into his embrace as his arms cloaked my back. He rolled over on top of me, my back pressed into my mattress. Our lips undulated together and our tongues caressed, fighting between dominance and fluidity as I tasted his unique flavor.

  I shivered underneath him as his hands trickled down my sides, dancing in the curve of my waist before gripping the swell of my hips.

  “Hayden,” I said as our lips released. “I-”

  “I promise you, Grace Hunter, that I will do everything in my power every single day I can to meet you mark for mark. Every wall you break down, I will be there to help you clean up the wreckage. Every window we break, I will be there to help you replace it. Every trial we weather, I will slip my arm around you and hold you as close as the storm will allow me to get you. And if the wind rips between us too fast and pulls us away, I can promise you I will break down every barrier and tear apart every building to find you again. I can’t promise you we won’t fight, but I can promise you this. After every fight, and after every trial, I will always come find you. I will always run after you. I will never move forward until I’m sure you’re there.”

  Tears rushed to my eyes as I rose my lips to his. Pressing them together, I spread my legs and allowed him to fall into my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck as my head fell off to the side, allowing him complete access to the whole of me.

  I loved him.

  I was in love with Hayden Lowell.

  Every atom, every cell.

  Every piece of scar tissue and every flaw. He was the most incredible man I had ever come across, and he wasn’t beyond admitting his faults. He didn’t promise me the world. But what he did promise me was his best.

  And that was enough for me.

  I moaned into his lips and he grinned into mine. I slid the backs of my toes up his thighs as his knees planted into the mattress. His throbbing cock was growing against my thigh and my pussy was heating up again. I could feel it dripping. I rose my hips to meet his, seeking whatever friction I could as his tongue slid across the roof of my mouth.

  Then, something within me snapped, and I rolled us over and straddled his hips.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Hayden

  Her pussy was dripping all over my cock. As I grabbed her hips, watching as her hands came down onto my chest, the beauty of the woman straddling me left me speechless. She was the epitome of her name, and yet the lust in her eyes made me ache for more. She rolled her hips along my dick, slicking it with her juices before I inched my way inside.

  I watched as her eyes rolled back and it tugged at a deeper, very wanton part of my soul.

  My hands curled into her excess and I began to move her hips. Around and around. Side to side. Up and down my cock. I helped her keep a steady pace as her hands slid along my chest. Grace was panting, her pussy squeezing my cock. Her body was luscious and her moans were a symphony to my ears. I liked seeing her this way. In control. Taking what she wanted. But I didn’t want to lay there while she did all the work.

  I wanted to watch her body jump for me.

  I rolled us over and thrust into her as her hand rushed to my hair. She gripped my tresses tightly and crashed her lips to mine. Our tongues collided in a dual set for the ages as my cock pressed deeply into her body. My hips rolled and my knees planted into the mattress, giving me leverage as her bed rocked against the wall of her bedroom.

  My hands slid up to massage her tit as her nipples came to life.

  I kissed down her neck and wrapped my lips around her puckered tits. I lapped at them, watching her closely as she mewled and gasped. Her hips rose to meet mine in an endless movement powered by nothing other than her sheer want for me, and my cock throbbed against her wet walls. Her lips were parted in pleasure as I slammed into her, rolling my tight curls into her swollen clit.

  I could feel her body shaking underneath me as her hands wrapped around my neck.

  “Hayden. Yes. Right there. So good.”

  I growled as I stroked against that beautiful spot. The one that made her bite down onto her lip as her toes curled. She clung to me, her pussy fluttering against my thickening dick. I was leaking into her. Marking her. Covering her with my scent as sweat began to permeate my brow. Her tight body with her luscious curves and her strong legs that wrapped around my waist.

  I couldn’t get enough of her.

  I couldn't bury myself deep enough into her body.

  “Hayden. Hayden! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

  I pounded into her hips as the bed rocked against the wall. Her tits bounced and I caught one between my lips, suckling on it as her back arched. I slipped a hand underneath her beautiful body and tilted her hips towards me, feeling her pulsing clit raking against my pelvis.

  Then she fell over the edge.

  Her nails curled into my back and her jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. I sucked her lower lip between my bottom teeth and raked myself across it. Her pussy held me tightly, coaxing me to a climax I wasn’t ready for yet. Sweat dripped onto her chest and trickled between those beautiful breasts and I knew then and there I never wanted to let her go.

  I knew I had fallen in love with Grace.

  Her back collapsed and I hovered over her, my cock still throbbing inside her body. I kissed her lips and nipped at her neck, helping her come down from her high. She was panting. Heaving for air as her bosom fell and rose against my chest. I smoothed her hair out of her face as a healthy blush crept over her cheeks, painting her entire body that salacious little color.

  Fuck.

  She was beautiful underneath me.

  I slid from her body and flipped her over, my heart racing for what was coming next. Her body was trembling as I rose her hips in the air, my hands massaging her ass cheeks. She looked perfect, with her hair mussed and her face planted in the pillow. Her hands were already curled in the sheets, waiting for the assault I had to deliver.

  And I wasn’t going to disappoint.

  I grabbed my cock and slid it into her dripping pussy, watching as goosebumps ricocheted across her skin. My hips sank to her ass and my hands gripped her hips, then slowly I pulled out. I slid back in, listening to her moan with helpless ecstasy before I slid myself back out again.

  Then I inched my way back in, watching as she wiggled around in my hands.

  I set a slow, torturous pace. Allowing her pussy to build up its tolerance to me. I wanted her like this every day. All day. At my mercy with her body leaking with want for me. I couldn't stop staring at our connection. At the white streaks that painted along my cock. Thick strokes of arousal made just for me because her body wanted me. Needed me. Would’ve done anything for me.

  That was why I wasn’t ready to stop.

  She deserved more than just a couple small orgasms.

  I slammed into her and she lurched up the bed. Her hands reached out and pressed against her headboard, then rocked herself back into me. I watched her ass roll and it made me bite down onto my lip. Holy hell, this woman was a goddess. She slammed her ass into me again and I watched it jiggle. I watched her curves jump and her muscles clench as her body begged for me. I slid my hand down her back and wrapped my hand in her hair, then pulled her face from the pillow.

  “Hayden,” she said breathlessly.

  “Tell me what you want,” I said.

  I slid my cock out and slammed it back in and her cries of passion were music to my ears. My balls were soaked in her, dripping with cum as I fucked those tight little walls of hers. Faster I went, slamming against her
as quickly as I could. The bed was rocketing against the wall and the frame was creaking and the mattress beneath us was soaked. Grace had descended into nothing but groans and whimpers, and my head was spinning with the smell of our sex as it permeated the walls of the room.

  I wanted her to smell us for days.

  “Shit, Grace. You have no idea… how beautiful… you are. Fuck, you should see yourself. This body. Your hair. Your… fuck!”

  My hips began to stutter and my hand released her hair. I couldn't contain myself any longer. Her pussy was too good. It tightened around me as her feet wrapped around my calves, clinging to me anyway she could. My hands smacked against her milky skin, watching as a redness appeared on her ass cheek. The sight was all too wonderful and I smacked it again, listening as Grace cried out for me.

  “Hayden! Holy shit… do it again.”

  I grinned as my cock was pulled into her body. With each smack I delivered to that beautiful behind of hers, she clamped down onto my dick. Sucking me deeper. Harder. Further than I’d ever been inside a woman before. I was losing my balance. Losing my place. Losing all coherent thought as I delivered smack after smack. I massaged her ass cheeks open and found that puckered little hole, and the animal inside of me finally snapped.

  “I’m so close. So close. Just… Hayden. Please. I… I need to-.”

  I stuck my finger in my mouth before I traced my spit around her tight little hole. I felt her body clench for a second, clinging to my cock as if it were its last hold on reality. I groaned as my hand fell to the small of her back, supporting myself as I slowly pushed a knuckle in. Grace whimpered, but she didn’t protest, and soon I was two knuckles deep into her virginal hole.

  And after a bit of adjusting, I slid the rest of my finger inside of her.

  “Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Move. Hayden, for the love of fuck… move.”

  I crooked my finger in her asshole and slid my cock out. My legs were shaking and my body couldn’t take it any longer. My balls were hanging low with want, coated in the arousal running from her pussy. I slid back into her and Grace called out into the room. A cry laced with nothing but animalistic urges and ecstasy.