Second Chance Love

“Caleb, stop saying the word love.”

He roughly pulled my panties to the side to blow on my clit. “Then tell me you don’t want this… Tell me you don’t think about me anymore… Tell me you’ve never made yourself come to the memory of my tongue fucking your cunt.”

“Holy shit, just stop talking.”

“I’ll stop when you tell me you still love me… Just say the words, and I’m forever yours.”

I gripped onto his hair. “Caleb,” I panted, trying to form a coherent sentence while he rubbed my clit with his hand.

“You don’t know me, and you never did.”

“Bullshit. I know what it feels like when you come.” He slid his fingers back inside of me in a much more demanding way than before. “I know how your face gets flushed. How your breathing elevates, and you moan the sweetest fucking sound as you whimper my name. I know your pussy pulsates so goddamn tight that it pushes my fingers out, just like it is right now.”

I bit my bottom lip and suppressed another moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of how well he still knew my body.

“I know what you taste like, but most importantly, I know what it feels like to be inside you.”

I gasped the second he sucked my clit into his mouth.

“And I’m not talking about your sweet cunt. I’m talking about your heart. You’re going to let me back into your life, Evie. Because that’s what I want. You and me. Then. Now. Always.”

There was no holding back—I was about to come.

“You want me, darlin’?”

Silence. Not one word from me.

“You’ve always been a stubborn little shit. It was one of my favorite things about you. Nice to know you haven’t changed and my girl is still the same.”

I snapped, “I’m not your girl.”

He chuckled before making love to me with his mouth. It didn’t take long until I was crazy with desire for him. Right as I was about to come, he moved his finger and lips away as he threatened, “Tell me or I’ll stop.”

“Oh, come on,” I griped in distress.

“I’ll give you what you need as soon as you give me what I want. Now tell me.”

Without giving it another thought, I shoved him away and sternly stated, “Not a chance in hell.”

I took a step, about to leave, but he used my momentum against me. He gripped onto my wrist and spun me around until my face was against the wall and the front of his body was along my back.

“You stubborn little shit,” he whispered in my ear from behind me. The sound of his belt unbuckling was loud and sharp, echoing off the walls. His zipper was next, and the removal of both felt like atomic bombs. My mind and heart raged war with one another, knowing what would come next.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. I have no problem fucking it right out of you.”

I opened my mouth to reply at the same exact moment he thrusted deep inside of me.

Immediately, I shook away the memory, fucking seething, “You didn’t use a condom!”

He smiled, fully aware of what I just remembered.

“Evie, since when have we ever used condoms?”

Unable to resist, I pushed him. “That was before, asshole! Who the hell knows how many women you’ve been—”

“There was Tessa, and then there was you.”

“You’ve been divorced for almost a year. You really think I believe you haven’t had sex since your wife?”

He folded his arms over his chest. “Why would I lie? And it’s been more than a year.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means last night was the first time I’ve had sex since my daughter, Ariel, was conceived.”

“Ariel is five.”

He smirked, loving the fact that I knew how old his baby girl was.

“What are you going to tell me next, Caleb? Before Ariel you didn’t have sex since your son, Ethan, was conceived two years prior?”

“I don’t have to. You just did.”

I rolled my eyes. “You must really think I’m stupid if you expect me to believe you’ve only had sex with your wife twice.”

“She’s not my wife.”

“Whatever. Your ex-wife.”

“Darlin’, there’s a lot you don’t know.”

“I’m sure there is.” I nodded. “It’s what happens when you completely cut someone out of your life.”

“I had no choice.”

“You always have a choice, Caleb. Just like you chose to marry Tessa, and then you chose to have two kids with her. Now you’re choosing to lie to me about how many times you’ve had sex with her. All your choices. Take some accountability for once.”

“Alright, if you insist. The first choice I’ve made in a long time was to divorce Tessa. The second was to bury my face in between your legs. Satisfied? Or do you need my mouth on your pussy again? Trust me, darlin’. I could eat you all day.”

“Stop,” I roared, becoming furious. “I don’t need to hear your lies anymore. Last night was a mistake that was stirred solely by way too many shots of tequila. I barely remember any of it, especially what you claim you said to me.”