I put myself directly in front of him and crawl onto his lap. His hands remain hung over the couch as I pull myself up and over the top of his cock. He watches me, not what I’m doing, as I reach between us and position him.
“You’ve missed me, haven’t you?” I ask, sliding down ever so slightly. I’m already wet and ready for him. “You’ve missed this.” I take him all the way in. My head drops back, and that’s when he reaches for me, his touch burning my skin. His hands slide up my back and wrap around my body as I start moving.
“I’ve missed you too, especially at night when I have to touch myself.” He grunts but doesn’t say anything.
My hands dig into his shoulders as I move faster. He lets me set the pace, riding him and satisfying my own hungry demands. I don’t say anything else, because why should I be the only one talking?
It’s unfair.
And I hate it.
I want to hear his rich voice telling me off, telling me I’m not right for him, but not stopping himself from touching me as well.
A phone rings in the background, but we both ignore it as I take my pleasure from him.
Just when I am about to come again, he smacks my ass hard, making me yelp in surprise and delight before I collapse onto his chest.
His hands stroke my hair, which was tied up but now cascades down my back. Gentle strokes, as if I’m all of a sudden precious to him.
I stay there listening to his heartbeat and wonder what kind of world it would be if I fell in love with him first. Then I close my eyes and sleep takes me.
I’m warm and not in my own bed. That’s the first thing I realize when I wake up. As my dress was ruined, I'm still naked and lying on August’s couch with a blanket covering me. I move and see he left me a shirt to replace my dress. Picking it up, I put it on and stand, looking around for him. That was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time. I head out back, thinking that’s where he is—it’s where he usually would be—but the garage is shut tight, and there is no sign of him. My phone starts ringing inside, and I walk in, finding it neatly stacked on the counter with my other things.
I pick up my phone to Rhianna’s name flashing, more than likely to check up on me. I don’t answer. Instead, I head upstairs to his empty room. All that’s left in here is my dresser and his bed. No clothes are in any drawers and not a single thing of his remains.
I run down the stairs and out the front, looking for his bike, which I saw parked here last night, but it is also gone.
He left. Again.
And it hurts exactly the same.
Not even a goodbye this time. I manage my way back inside, and my phone rings again, but this time I answer it.
“You saw him, didn’t you?” Her words ring through, and I start crying. Her voice grows softer as she says, “He left?”
“Yes,” I confirm.
“Okay, well, that’s okay. We survived last time. We can this time too,” she says into the phone. “Ry, you will move on from this. You will move on from him.”
“What if I don’t want to? What if he was all I wanted?”
“Noah lost the love of his life, and he moved on, he loved again. Would you guess he loves me any less?” she asks.
No, not a hope in hell. He worships the ground she walks on.
“No.”
“See? And he’s a man, hunny. You are a strong woman. We birth children, raise men, you have more power than anyone. Come home, I’ll cook pancakes with ice cream.”
“Why does it still hurt?”
“Because love is pain, and pain is beauty. You’ll rise from this and one day see the beauty in what you two had.”
“I’ll be there soon.” I hang up the phone and press call on his number, but he doesn’t answer this time. I press call again.
He will answer me.
He better answer me.
On the third ring, he picks up but doesn’t speak.
“Don’t you dare come back and do that again. You just left. Again. How could you?” I scream at him. I hear his breathing and the noise from his bike. “You hurt me more than Anderson ever could, do you know that? Don’t come back, August. Don’t you ever come back. I don’t want to see you or breathe the same air as you again. Do you understand me?”
Again, no answer.
“Fuck you,” I say and hang up.
He did that already.
Fuck me.
Chapter 11
August
“You’re keeping a secret from her. What happens when she finds out?” Sully asks as he sits across from me. I haven’t left town yet. But now, after that phone call, I know I need to.