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Charlise

Oh god, he feels so good. Of course, I’ve missed him so damn much I could barely exist at times, but I will never let him know the effect he has on me. I will never let him know that I have had multiple boyfriends since he left and none of them have compared to him, not even the guy I’m seeing now. They’ve all been place fillers for what I imagined it would be like with Zayne. I know, it’s pathetic. I have felt every fiber of that since he left.

His hair is longer in the back than it was before and the little bit of curl allows for a better grip when I run my fingers through it. His dick seems bigger, if that’s possible. Maybe it’s the difference of him being twenty-four now. Even his shoulders and arms are larger, so even though I’ve been dreaming to have Zayne in my arms again, this is much different than I remember.

“Now tell me you haven’t missed me.” Of course I’ve missed him. I was a pitiful, sad human being for almost three years thinking about the what ifs and hoping to one day see him again. He ruined me and it’s taken serious soul searching to find a portion of myself again. I can’t let him have the same power over my emotions again. I couldn’t survive it all again.

“I haven’t even thought about you.” I decide not to give him what he needs. Zayne isn’t going to be able to give me what I want either, so I will just take the option off the table right now. That doesn’t mean that I’m not going to finish what we’ve started here. As far as I’ve been concerned, my heart has been with Zayne Forest for most of my life. One last roll with him might be exactly what I need to let him go once and forever.

I see the change in his eyes as soon as I lie to him. He has always been reactive when provoked and I have always been the one to poke at him. His anger takes over, sending him driving in and out of me relentlessly, no doubt trying to break me. What he doesn’t know is that he broke me years ago.

His grip on my hips will bruise me and he keeps slowing down right before I go over the cliff of release. I’m sure he’s purposely doing it to piss me off, but I’m not one to be played with anymore. I lift my shirt over my head and lift my lace bra so that my tits bounce between us. He sees my piercings and slows once again.

“You still have them.” Of course I still have them. He pierced me four years ago, the first night we were together. I would never let them close up because they remind me of him every time I notice them.

I slide my hands down my chest and over my nipples before I continue lower to reach between my legs. He watches my fingers closely, drunk on the desire to touch me too. If he’s not going to let me finish, I will do it myself. He can watch.

I slide my finger over my clit and rotate my index finger in a circle, over and over until I’m climbing high again. He finally resumes thrusting and it takes every single thing in me to keep my eyes open so I can watch the intensity in his eyes. He wants me as much as I want him… at least in this moment.

Finally, he lets me orgasm to the most glorious high of highs. He grunts and moans until I feel the heat of his cum releasing inside me. “Fuck, baby.” His voice is deeper than it used to be and damn if it’s not the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.

We’re both still trying to catch our breaths when he sets me down on my own two feet. It’s in this moment that I see why he felt bigger. His cock is now pierced and even though my curiosity is very peaked, I refuse to give him extra attention because I know what’s coming. I just need to beat him to the punch.

We’re both pulling up our pants when the sound of a car nearby pushes us to move faster. He waits until the car passes before he begins. “Charli…” I stop him before he has a chance to say something stupid.

“Zayne. I have a boyfriend and I’m not trying to make this something it’s not.” He doesn’t need to know the boyfriend I have is a dumb Tinder hookup from two weeks ago that has been lingering around. I haven’t had a reason to boot him to the curb yet, but we’re far from serious. We’re not even official and still see other people.

“No you don’t.” He looks like I slapped him across the face with the news of my boyfriend.

“Yeah. I do.”

“Lose him today, Charli… or lose him forever. You decide. I’m not one to fuck with.” He threatens me, pissing me off even more than he did chasing me down earlier.

“No Zayne. You don’t get to do that.” I’ve never been one to let anyone boss me around. I’m not sure if he forgot how I was before but I have new bold confidence that he’s about to witness for the first time.

“Charli. I didn’t come back here to watch you bouncing on some fuckin’ boy toy.” He points at me before he slides his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Okay. You want to go there, let’s do this. Why did you come back, Zayne… wait let’s start at the beginning. Why did you fucking leave on the first place, Zayne. Why did you leave without a single goodbye or even a simple ‘see you later’? Why did you go silent for four fucking years, Zayne?” I’m screaming before I finish and I hate that he has taken me so many directions in such a short time of him coming back.

He looks toward the lake and stares into the horizon for a few seconds before he answers. “I can’t tell you right now.” He then looks down at the ground, I’m sure knowing that response isn’t going to work with me.

“Then you have no say in what or who I do. You do not get to come back here and pretend to care.” I turn to walk away and he grabs my arm to spin me back around to face him. We stare into each other’s eyes a few seconds before I yank my arm from his grasp and stomp away.

“Lose the fucking boyfriend, Charli.” He yells at me before I get back to my truck.

“Fuck off, Zayne.” Without even looking back at him, I flip him off and open the driver’s door to climb my ass back in my truck, not any happier than when I stopped it to begin with. The engine roars to life and even though my heart is racing pissed off at Zayne, I can’t help but find a little comfort in the fact that it bothers Zayne that I might have a boyfriend.

My phone lights up with a line of missed calls and notifications from Theo.

Theo: I need you to pick up the alcohol. It’s at the old barn behind the clubhouse. The guys know you’re coming and will help load. They’re waiting on you now.

Theo: Where are you?

Theo: Why is all of your shit gone?

Theo: I’m assuming your phone is dead? I’m looking at your location and it looks like you’re broke down. I’m on my way to help.

Message sent 5 minutes ago. “Crap.” I turn to go back down the road the way we came knowing that will be the way Theo will come. He is a protective brother and there’s no doubt that he’s almost here. The last thing I need right now is to have to deal with Theo seeing that Zayne and I were both stopped on the side of the road together.

I’m almost a mile down the road when I see his bike coming. I try to think of an excuse as to why I’m even on this road because he will be asking me. Theo stops his bike on the road, so I pull up next to him.

“What are you doing?” As if I should have to answer to him, he asks the question.

“Just driving around. I saw the old Miller place and wanted to see if it’s somewhere that we could start staying at in case you and your friends get us ran off from this one again.” Theo’s eyes are straight ahead, looking down the road behind me.

“I’ll buy the damn place by the end of the year. We won’t be banned from anything.” I look in the rearview and see Zayne pulling up to join the conversation. Fuck my life.

“What do you know about Charli’s boyfriend?” Zayne says as soon as he kills his bike.

“Zayne, it’s not Theo’s business who I date.” My glare tells him it’s not his either, but he ignores it.

“He’s harmless. Name is Bryce Long. I’ve already had him detailed. Looks like a trust fund kid that has a little money. Nothing on his record. She’s been out with him four times in the past two weeks. Other than he has a dick and probably wants to use it on my sister, he seems decent.” Theo surprises me with the run-down of everything about Bryce.

“Where does this Bryce Long live?” Zayne stares at me when he asks the question.

“Out at the Hill Mansion. He’s Nora Hill’s new son-in-law’s kid brother or some shit.” Theo keeps running his mouth, digging a deeper grave for Bryce. “What’s the deal?”

“Nothing. Just making sure you’ve got shit under control here.”

“Everything except getting the alcohol here for tonight. Charli is going to get it now. The girls will be here around six.” I roll my eyes knowing what kind of girls he’s talking about.

“I’ll go with Charli to get the alcohol.”

“I can handle it myself. I’m going there now. You two can sit out here and plan your whore party while I do all the work. Don’t mind me.” I put the truck in drive and purposely send dust flying when I pull away. Both of them can kiss my ass. I’ll just get the liquor and drop it off. It’s best if I don’t spend the weekend at the lake with everyone anyway. I’m not exactly feeling the urge to be social.