“Yeah, it does,” I breathed in her ear. “Because it’s yours and mine, and no one takes this from us.”
Not even me.
She was mine, and this perfect thing between us was never going to be ruined again.
“Jared!” She threw her head back and screamed. “Oh, God….”
“I love you, Tate.” I pounded into her harder. “Come for me.”
And she stopped breathing and crumbled, coming like the thunder outside the house as she cried out, tightening around me and sending me over the goddamn edge, too.
Jesus Christ!
Fire and pleasure poured through my body, and I came right after her, collapsing on her back as we both fell back down to the table…and Earth.
We lay there panting, too spent to even move. At least for me.
“I really hate you.” Her voice was weak but had an edge that told me she was joking.
“Why?”
“The massage, the oral, the kissing, the talk…I don’t think I needed to know that you did that with other girls, after all.”
“I didn’t,” I said right away.
“What?”
“I never did any of that with any other girl.” I lifted my head up and looked down at her.
She tried popping up, too, arguing. “But…but I told you to tell me—”
“You wanted to know what other girls got of me. Well, that’s what they didn’t get.” My voice was firm but soft. I needed her to hear me. “I never touched their bodies like that or held them. I never cared about them enjoying it. They didn’t get any part of me worth having, Tate. Especially, K.C. I never touched her like this.” I stroked her hair. “You own me body and soul, and everyone is going to know it. Sometimes I’m going to go slow with you, and sometimes I’m going to fuck you. But it will always be love, Tate.”
Always has been. And always will.
I didn’t know if she believed me, so I just waited, worried like hell that she didn’t feel how much I ached for her.
Holding herself up by her hands, she arched back up to meet me and sniffled.
Shit. I swallowed.
She was crying.
“I love you,” she whispered, turning around.
Her face was falling apart. She was holding back more tears than she was letting out.
Grabbing onto both sides of her face, I pulled her into me. “I don’t deserve it, but I will. I promise.”
Her small, sweet smile and hooded eyes were so exhausted that I was afraid to let go of her as I pulled out.
“Ow,” she whispered, sucking in her breath through her teeth.
“Yeah.” I placed my hands on her hips, supporting her. “Ease down. You’re going to be sore.”
“I already am.”
“Stay here,” I told her, handing her a towel and wrapping the other one around my waist. “I’ll go run the shower and come back down to get you.”
“I can make it upstairs,” she laughed.
“Stay.” And I walked off.
After running the water and checking the temperature, I ran down and picked Tate up in my arms.
“So I guess the birthday spankings are out,” I joked as I carried her upstairs.
She rolled her eyes. “What is it with guys? Madoc already offered at school yesterday.”
“He did what?” I halted at the top of the stairs.
She wound her arms tighter around my neck and leaned in, taking my earlobe between her teeth.
I let out a hard breath, and Madoc was forgotten.
“The water should be good.” I pulled back the curtain and set her down in the tub.
“Turn on the shower part,” she said sleepily, sitting down on the floor and hugging her knees. “It sounds like rain.”
I pulled out the knob, watching the water spray down on her legs, and then I yanked off my towel to climb in behind her.
Sitting down, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her back against my chest.
“You know,” I spoke in her ear. “I stayed in your room for a month while you were away.”
“What?” She twisted her head towards me, and I hugged her close.
I didn’t know what it was, but all of a sudden I wanted her to know everything.
“When I got into trouble, and my mom left to get sober, your dad took me in. Set me straight again. Well, straighter, anyway. I slept on your floor.”
I tried to keep my voice light, but I was choking on the words. “I hated that you were gone, Tate. I picked fights with everyone. I skipped classes. Even the love I have for my brother couldn’t pull me out of it. When I controlled you, I had one fucking thing in my life that made sense. That made my blood rush. I looked forward to tomorrow when you were around. If I could zone in on you, then I wasn’t thinking about everything else that hurt.”
Tate laid her head back on my shoulder and peered up at me, wide-awake now.
“Why wouldn’t you sleep in my bed?” she asked softly.
I touched my lips to hers, soft and warm. “Because you wouldn’t have wanted me there.”
I was a sick man.
I could humiliate her, isolate her, and hurt her, but sleeping in her bed while she was away was too invasive? Yeah, I couldn’t explain it, either.
She leaned in, trailing kisses along my jawline. Shivers spread out across my arms when she whispered against my neck. “I definitely want you in my bed. And I love you.”
Closing my eyes, a big, fat smile spread across my face. If only Madoc could see me now.
Or maybe not…
“Say it again.”
“I love you,” she said louder with a laugh in her voice.
“More,” I taunted.
“I love you.” She kissed my cheek. “I love you.” Another kiss. “I love you.” And she kept teasing me with her soft, wet kisses until I caught her lips and kissed her hard.
We’re never leaving this shower.
“How are you feeling?” I asked when I’d let her go.
“Good.” She nodded and wiggled her eyebrows. “Maybe we should see what it’s like in water.”
Heat and every other fucking source of energy inside of me shot downward, but the crushing disappointment hit me like a brick.
“Can’t,” I mumbled. “I don’t have any more condoms.”
Maybe Tate had some.
Wait… she fucking better not.