Page 30 of Accidentally Mine

Brent

I have a fucking gorgeous woman.

I woke in bed Tuesday morning with her tucked into the crook of my arm, her wild blonde hair splayed over my chest, our legs in a tangle under the sheets.

She wasn’t my girlfriend, yet, because I supposed that required some mutual agreement to that fact. And I wasn’t sure about the specifics. I hadn’t had an official girlfriend in ages. Not since high school. This was the first time in my adult life that I’d ever felt that kind of possessiveness.

I wanted to make us official in some way.

But first things first. It was after ten a. m. We’d fucked from about four in the afternoon, all night long, feeding off one another, and now I was starving. Kissing her temple, I slipped out of her arms to make us breakfast.

I went downstairs, wondering how she could have this effect on me. Everything in the house looked brighter. My head didn’t hurt, and my mind felt clearer. The haze I usually walked through was gone. I felt…whole. For the first time in ages. Like for once, pieces of my life weren’t missing.

After I called to check whether anything important needed my attention at the office and checked my email, I mixed up the pancakes—chocolate chips for her—and it hit me.

I’d slept last night. Well, in between fucking, but I’d really slept, without dreaming of those eyes.

I’d slept good . Was that fate saying the woman who’d haunted my dreams was finally in the right place, beside me?

All the more reason to make it official.

She kept saying that she was leaving. But maybe last night was reason enough to change her mind.

As I was heating up the pan, I got a call from my police detective friend and hit the speaker button with my one flour free finger. “Hey, dickwad,” Kyle said.

I laughed. “What happened to Your Highness?”

“That was last week,” he said. “That’s old news now. Listen. That girl of yours. Roselynn Reid. Please tell me you two are not serious.”

“What if we are?”

“Because I’ve been looking into it. And I need to bring her in for questioning.”

I stiffened and grabbed the receiver as I ducked my head into the hallway to see if Roselynn was anywhere in sight. Covering the mouthpiece, I hissed, “What the fuck for?”

“What the fuck do you think? She could be our girl. I think she may be Rebecca Reece, the woman who caused the accident. The one we’ve been looking for, man. It all makes sense. Don’t you think?”

I didn’t think. I knew. “You should forget I even mentioned it. It’s water under the bridge.”

There was silence just before he exploded into the phone, “Are you kidding me, man? Leaving the scene of an accident is a serious crime. Especially an accident that big. There were hundreds of thousands of dollars’ worth of damages.

She hurt you, she hurt that truck driver, and she needs to be brought up on charges, if she’s our girl. ”

I frowned into the pancake batter. “Yeah. But it’s over. She’s not a danger to society. And don’t you think she’s put herself in enough of a prison, just thinking about what she did, every day? What will charging her with a crime prove?”

“It’s justice. It’ll prove that our criminal justice system works,” he said. “Speaking of which, her boyfriend, Anthony Markin, is in prison for a slew of charges. Real bad dude. It was because of the accident that we were finally able to catch up with him.”

“Then maybe you should be thanking her.”

“It doesn’t work that way. He had all his charges overturned on a technicality. He’s been charged with fresh charges, an obvious attempt to undo whatever he did to achieve his acquittal. But if he gets out of those charges too, he could be out at any time.”

That was it.

Roselynn must surely know about all of this. She was here to settle her father’s estate. And then she was going to leave. Because of that bastard.

That was why she kept repeating, over and over again: I can’t.

“Fuck,” I breathed out.

Kyle was silent for a moment. “So, let me get this straight,” he muttered.

“Are you telling me you’re banging the woman who nearly killed you and made the past two years of your life a living hell?

Is that what this is? Please tell me it’s some kind of twisted revenge scheme and you’re not seriously falling for her? ”

Revenge scheme? Who the fuck did he think I was? I leaned against the refrigerator and looked up at the ceiling, getting my thoughts together.

“Look, I’m asking you as my closest friend…let it lie awhile.” I lowered my voice to barely above a whisper. “Don’t confront her about it right now. Her father just died, and she’s in mourning. Plus, she’s scared about everything happening with her bastard ex. She’s—”

“She’s a flight risk again. If I let it lie…”

I stopped listening as Roselynn stepped into the kitchen, eyes squinting against the bright light.

She was wearing one of my white dress shirts, so large on her that it grazed her lower thighs.

Only one button was fastened, and it gaped, exposing her breasts.

With her hair all wild, she was incredibly beautiful, and I lost the power of speech.

“Hi,” she said, pushing back the too-long sleeves and joining me at the counter.

“Look, I’ve got to go,” I muttered into the phone. “Just don’t. For me. Okay?” I ended the call, hooked the phone in the receiver, and wrapped my arms around her small waist.

“Everything okay?” she asked me, a doubtful look on her face.

“Great.” I motioned to the batter. “Pancakes. Chocolate chip.”

She licked her lips. “Yum.”

“I knew you’d approve,” I said, walking my fingers up her arm, cupping her face in my hand. I kissed her mouth. She tasted like toothpaste.

She closed her eyes, leaning into my touch. “Do you have to go somewhere?”

I shook my head, my hands roving under the shirt. No panties. Everything just laid out for me, like a perfect buffet of all my favorite foods. “Not right away. You have something in mind?”

I dropped the spoon into the batter when I saw the look of mischief in her eyes. “Not pancakes. At least not yet,” she said as she reached for the waistband of my boxers. She wrapped her hands around my ass and squeezed, then delved her hands under the band and started to tug them down.

So, she wanted me naked. I had no objections. She dropped my boxer briefs down to my feet, and I stepped out of them as she rose onto her toes and pressed gentle kisses to my neck. Then she turned over her palm and revealed a condom packet.

That made her intentions pretty damn clear. And I was game.

“I missed you,” she said, reaching for my hardening cock. “I want you again.”

I brought my hands down to her legs and lifted her shirt, finding her clit, and we just played with each other, leaning into each other’s hands.

She wrapped her fingers around my dick tighter, and I made her jerk and squirm, eyes drifting closed as I found her sensitive spot.

Her hands found my balls, gently caressing them.

They tightened, and about a minute later, I felt myself careening full-speed toward another orgasm.

I pushed two fingers into her and she mewled, shifting to give me better access.

“Come up here,” I said, lifting her by the hips and planting her ass on the granite counter of the center island.

I ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it onto my rock-hard cock.

Tossing the wrapper to the floor, I motioned her forward, wrapping her arms around my neck as I loosened that one strategically placed button and pulled open her shirt.

I lifted it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the counter, capturing her hands in the fabric as she wrapped her legs around my back.

Pulling her until her ass was off the counter, I let gravity do the rest of the work as she slid onto my waiting cock, enveloping it completely.

Gazes locked, we gasped together. She braced her lower back against the ridge of the counter, and I ripped her hands from the shirt, and moved my own under her ass, pulling her more tightly against me.

I leaned down to kiss her beautiful, pink mouth, wet and ripe from all our lovemaking last night, and tugged at her bottom lip with my teeth. “You okay?”

She nodded, a look of fierce determination on her face. “Don’t hold back. Please.”

I did as she commanded, thrusting into her, making her beautiful tits sway to the rhythm. She moaned like an animal, clawing my back with her fingernails as I stroked into her with long, full movements.

I gripped her hips harder, biting, licking, sucking on her skin as I drilled my whole self into her. When I lifted my head to look at her, her eyes were glued to mine. There was pleasure on her face, mixed with something else. Something sad.

I forced back the intensity, leaned forward and kissed her lips, almost gently.

“You feel so good inside me,” she murmured, gripping my ass tightly to urge me deeper into her. “I wish this didn’t have to end.”

But it was going to end. All of this. Was that what she was trying to say?

And then she was coming. Her spine straightened, and she tensed as wave after wave had her pussy clenching my cock, the vibrations pulsing through me, her body trembling against mine.

I could’ve sworn the world around us shook.

I’d been thinking of what she said, but the moment she came, she pulled me over the edge with her, and I buried myself so deep I thought I’d surely fused us as one.

A moment later, she nudged me gently, and I rocked back on my heels, gripping the counter as I slid out of her. She smoothed her hair back as she lifted the shirt into place, and I slumped against the kitchen island, smiling, and thinking that if I died now, it’d be as a very happy man.

But she wasn’t smiling.

I thought of what Kyle had said. She was leaving.

“Hey,” I said, touching her cheek. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, her face clearing almost magically. “Nothing.” Then she went to the bowl of batter and stirred it. “You hungry?” She gave me a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes.

“Yeah,” I said, turning on the stovetop, but fixing breakfast didn’t stop me from thinking about it. Was this what she’d planned? To have mind-blowing sex with me, and then just fucking leave? Without saying goodbye?

What if this was her goodbye?