Secret (Betrothed 9)

“Apologize to me.”

I stilled, my watery eyes looking into his.

“You’re telling me everything I already know. You think I don’t already know how you feel about me? You think I’m at your beck and call because I have nothing else to do? Trust me, I know. I know every time we’re together. So, shut up and apologize to me.”

I inhaled a deep breath and felt the tears escape. “I’m sorry…”

The second the words were out of my mouth, he dropped his hostility. “I’ve been home alone, every night, waiting for my fucking phone to ring. And you know that.”

I wiped my tears away and sniffled.

A gentle smile came over his lips. “I like it when you get jealous. Means I’m doing something right. Just tone it down a little.”

I chuckled through my tears, rolling my eyes at the same time. “You fucking asshole…”

He moved into me, his sweaty arms wrapping around my waist, getting his moisture all over me.

But I didn’t care.

His hand slid into my hair, and he brought his face close to mine. “Baby.”

I closed my eyes when I heard him say that word, felt his entire presence surround me, protect me.

“Believe me or don’t believe me…”

I opened my eyes.

“But I don’t even look at anyone else…only you.”

Five

Heath

With her back against my mattress, I was between her legs, my arms behind her knees and keeping her legs apart. I rocked my hips and moved deep inside her, feeling her tight cunt squeeze me with a strength that contradicted her size. “Does a man fuck a woman like this if he wants someone else?” Her apology wasn’t enough. I was still pissed, furious, that a week of my life had passed without her in it because she took so fucking long.

Her hands cupped my neck, her fingers gliding to my cheeks.

“Answer me.”

“No…” She breathed with me, moaned with me, pulled me close like she never wanted to let me go. She’d lost her shit when she saw that message, going back in time like I was trying to kidnap her next to her car. Emotional, fiery, crazy…she lost all sense of reality. And that was all because of me.

“Apologize to me.” I rocked into her hard, smacking the headboard against the wall, driving my dick deep inside her to claim her.

She gripped my biceps and dug her nails into my flesh, her tits rocking up and down as I rammed into her. Her lips parted, and she breathed through the explosive pleasure between her legs.

“Now.” I wasn’t going to let this go easily. I was the kind of man that held grudges—her brother could attest to that.

“I’m sorry…” She spoke against my mouth, one hand cupping my face, her eyes filled with emotional desire. “Babe, I’m sorry.” She didn’t call me that often, but when she did, it wrapped around me like a collar, like she claimed me in a whole new way.

I slowed down, loving the way she looked, loving the way her hair was all over the place, the way her green eyes were filled with so much, overflowing with thoughts and emotions. She’d stood in front of me and confessed how much I meant to her, that the mere idea of me wanting someone else drove her crazy.

I loved to drive her crazy.

I brought our faces together and thrust inside her slowly, my eyes locked on hers so we could enjoy the steady movement of our bodies. I was still pissed, but when I looked into those green eyes, it was easy to forget her error, easy to forget her tantrum. “You better be.”

She was timid around me for a few days, as if she was embarrassed about the entire thing.

She should be.

I stepped out of the shower and tossed my towel into the hamper in my closet.

She was in bed, scrolling through her phone, buck naked on the sheets because we’d spent the afternoon fucking. When she heard the sound of the towel fall, she lifted her gaze and looked at me, her eyes roaming over my hard body, like she hadn’t just gotten my dick for the last few hours. Come seeped from her entrance at that very moment.

I pulled on a new pair of boxers and got into bed beside her.

Now that I was back, her phone was forgotten, and she turned all her attention on me. Her hand moved to my hard stomach as she lay close to me, her hair pulled back from her face, her chin perfectly curved up and away from her neck like a movie director did it that way on purpose. She hadn’t put on her makeup, but she was so stunning that way, her olive-toned skin infused with a single freckle.

I’d been with a lot of beautiful women in my lifetime…but none like her.

Her fingers gently stroked my abs, her eyes watching her movements before she looked at me again. Her usual fire was gone. Now she looked slightly uncomfortable, like she didn’t know how to behave around me.