You Were Never Honest (Never 2)

“Never,” he says, lifting his chin up and burning his eyes into mine.

“I hate you.” I spit out, filling it with as much vehemence as I can. He just smiles in return.

“And I love you,” he’s now toe to toe with me and he’s chasing my tears with the pad of his thumb.

“It’s over,” nothing but a whisper, I can’t manage anything more than that.

“Okay,” he whispers back as he rests his forehead on mine.

“We can’t survive on secrets and lies.”

He pushes away, his face shutting down as he grits his teeth and clenches his jaw.

“I haven’t lied to you,” he shouts, his voice resonating through the empty space.

“Yes you have,” I shout back, my tears giving way for indignation.

“When have I lied to you?”

“More times than I can mention, I can’t trust you,” I scream it at him, walking closer until I can feel his angry pants of breath brushing across my hair.

“Because you’re so perfect, with no secrets of your own. And you just lied to me,” his words throw me and my face must show my confusion because he continues, “you told me you hate me, unless you meant it. So what is it Henleigh, did you mean it or did you lie?”

I knew I would do something I shouldn’t, but launching myself into his arms and kissing him hard enough I draw blood wasn’t quite what I was expecting.

He growls in his throat as his hands go under my arse and my legs wrap around his waist, and my fingers pull roughly at the hair on the nape of his neck. It’s all falling apart and my control has well and truly gone. I slide down his body and we stumble and fall until we end up in the shower room. Man this private sanctuary has everything!

He pushes me up against the wall and my hands slip inside his trunks, he lets out a guttural moan before his mouth drops onto my neck.

“Henleigh,” he moans and my eyes flutter closed.

His trunks fall to the floor as my back catches the shower control and water streams over us, he pulls at the string keeping my top up until that too, hits the wet floor.

“Henleigh,” I put my finger to his mouth and shake my head, if I start thinking I’ll stop this and I don’t want to.

I untie my bikini bottoms and it isn’t long before my legs are wrapped around his waist once more and he’s pushing himself in all the way to the hilt.

I have one arm dangling over his shoulder trying to keep my cast dry and my other is curled around the back

of his neck.

It’s hard, fast and eye rolling perfection. He has one hand on my breast and he’s tugging at my nipple hard, it should hurt but it just intensifies the pleasure. We come undone, with me pressed up against the wall of the shower and his mouth biting down on my neck. He slips free and I slide down his body, feeling like I’m nothing more than a puddle of goo.

We sit on the floor with the water falling down on us and we stay here until the water starts to run cold. He helps me to put my swimsuit back on before wrapping me in a towel.

“I still hate you,” I mumble and he gives me a sweet smile, “I know cub and I love you. I meant what I said, I’m not letting you go.”

“I’m still ending it,” I say but I’m lacking conviction.

“Of course, and I’m still refusing to accept it,” he replies as he scoops me in my arms and carries me back to his room.

Twelve

I feel awful, I’m sneaking out of his room and trying not to wake him. Yes, I’m a horrible, horrible person. I don’t know what to do.

“What are you doing?” His voice stops me in my tracks, with my hand hovering over the doorknob.

“Busted,” I say as I turn around to face him.