When Rivals Lose (Bayshore Rivals 2)

Without an ounce of hesitation, Sullivan undoes his belt and pushes his dress pants down, freeing his cock. My mouth waters at the sight, and I shiver as his hands move to the hem of my dress, before disappearing beneath it. A moment later, the sound of fabric tearing fills the night air, and the thong I was wearing is discarded on the ground.

With his hands on my hips, he lifts me, and I snake my arms around his neck, a tiny mewl of pleasure escaping my lips, as his cock brushes against my soaked folds.

“Fuck. I knew you didn’t want him. I knew it,” he growls against my throat as he lines us up, and I sink slowly down onto his length. In that moment, the world could explode around us, and I wouldn’t care. There is nothing that compares to the pleasure that fills my veins as he enters me.

“Tell me you don’t love him… tell me that you love me, and my brothers,” Sullivan pleads, his handsome features haunted.

“I love you and your brothers. Only you guys…” The words come out on a pant as Sullivan bounces me up and down on his cock, his muscular thighs, and biceps holding me up as if I weigh nothing.

Sweat beads my forehead, and I already know that I need more, so much more. He’s fucking me but not like I need him. As if he knows this, Sullivan moves me, so my back is against the brick wall. Then he starts to thrust upward, entering me at such a pace even my eyes can’t keep up. Blood swooshes in my ears, and my lungs fill with air. For the first time since my father took me away, it feels like I can breathe again.

It feels like with every stroke he’s slowly piecing my broken heart back together. His grip on my hips turns bruising, and I pull back wanting, no needing, to see his face as we fall apart together. My entire body starts to tighten like a coil, my heart races heavily in my chest. Every hair on my body stands on end, as the sound of our panting fills the air, as we come together. I need more, so much more. I don’t want this moment to end, ever. Pulling at his shirt like a mad woman, I rip it until the buttons go flying, and my hands find hot bare skin. At my touch, Sullivan hisses.

“You’re my home. The beginning, the end, and everything in between,” he whispers, as he slows his pace, and enters me slowly, so slow it almost hurts.

The tears start to fall from my eyes again as he brings me to orgasm, my entire body shaking as pleasure ripples through me like waves cresting the shoreline. It doesn’t take long before he starts to come himself, filling me with his sticky hot seed. I sigh so heavily at the feeling, trying with all my might to memorize exactly what this moment feels like.

It will forever be my most cherished memory of him. He holds me in his arms for a while longer, before placing me back down on my feet.

All I can do is stare at the ground, the cold seeping back into my skin at the loss of his body heat.

“This isn’t the end, Harlow. Not even fucking close. You’re not marrying that fucker tomorrow.”

“I have to.”

With two fingers, he tips my chin upward, forcing me to look at him. “No, you do not. Oliver, Banks, and I will not let it happen. They’ll have to kill us first.”

That’s what I’m worried about. I think to myself but don’t say it out loud. Sullivan stares at me for a long moment, before he starts to tuck himself back into his pants and fixes his shirt the best he can. As our time comes to an end, I hold the tears in, refusing to let them taint the final memory that I’ll have with him.

“I love you, Harlow, we all do, and we will fight for you. I’m sorry that we let this happen, but I swear, baby, we will make it right.”

Shaking my head, my hair falls into my face. I can’t listen to him say these things. None of this is their fault, and there aren’t enough words or time to explain it.

“I love you too. All three of you. Please tell your brothers that. I didn’t mean to hurt Banks the other day, I didn’t want to hurt any of you, I just…”

Sullivan’s brow furrows. “Stop acting like this is the end, it’s not.”

Biting into my bottom lip, I suck in a shaky breath. “It’s the end, Sullivan. It has to be. I have to protect you. I love you, but sometimes love isn’t enough.”

Sullivan opens his mouth to say something, but approaching footsteps stop him from speaking. Peeking through the bushes, I see Bert standing at the top of the steps.