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CHAPTER

SEVENTY-THREE

REMI

“I knew it,” he’s saying against my skin.

His hands are all over my body.

His clothes are in a heap on his bedroom floor, and he’s tugging up my shirt, yanking it over my head.

Standing between my thighs, he drops my shirt to the floor, cupping my breasts and running his thumb over my nipples.

His mouth comes to mine and I moan against his lips.

Still sweaty from his game, I can smell his natural scent and it drives me fucking insane. I rake my nails down his sides and he groans, pulling back to press his temple to mine.

“How did you know?” I ask him, my voice hoarse.

He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth, running his hands up to my shoulders and kneading me. “Your ass was getting bigger,” he says between kisses and I laugh.

“It’s early, that’s not possible?—”

“I know my girl,” he cuts me off. “And I always knew I was gonna fucking knock you up.” He cups my face in his hands, tilting my head to kiss me deeper, his tongue flicking over mine.

He tastes so good and he feels even better as he rakes his fingers through my hair, the sensation causing goosebumps to travel down my arms.

“Aren’t you scared?” I whisper as he shoves me back onto his bed, his fingers going to the waistband of my jeans. He flicks open the button and tugs them down my hips. I arch my back, letting him. The denim hits the floor and he’s leaning down, pulling off my underwear with his teeth.

I gasp, moving my hips again until the cotton hits my ankles, then the floor.

He’s crawling over me, his palms on either side of my head as he stares down at me.

“Why would I be, baby?” he asks, dipping his head, his mouth all over my neck.

I turn to the side, my hands going to his back, and I feel the hard flex of muscle beneath my skin.

“We’re young.” There’s a lump in my throat when I say the words. “We’ve got so many issues.”

He opens his mouth against my neck, sucking and pulling at me.

My chest is heaving as I wait for his answer. Something I might not want to hear.

I’d thought about ending it. Not even telling him. I didn’t want to complicate all the shit that’s already complicated.

But what he wrote was true.

Love feels like living , and I want to live it all with him.

He pulls back, dipping his head down to mine, staring into my eyes.

“Next month I’ll be a year older,” he says softly with a smile, his breath caressing my mouth. “And besides that, I don’t give a fuck. We’ve been through hell and back.”

My fingertips press into the hot skin of his back.

“And I am fucking in love with you.” He reaches for my arm and flips me over, so I’m on my stomach on the bed.

My palms press into the soft sheets and his chest touches my back, his lips against my ear.

“I’ve been in love with you since high school.

And I hurt you that night, I fucked it all up, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it a second since then.

Not one fucking second.” His hand smooths down my spine, and the little hairs all over my body stand on end.

“I know you got messed up.” I feel his breath against my skin and I let my eyes flutter closed.

Let myself soak in his words. “I know I fucked with your head, and you think I ruined you and I let you down and I let people touch you who had no fucking business doing it. I didn’t look out for you.

I didn’t protect you. I fed you to the fucking wolves and I didn’t have your back when I did it.

I’m sorry, Remi.” His voice breaks. “You have no idea how fucking sorry I am.”

I swallow down my own emotions, blinking back my tears as his hand comes to my ass, squeezing my flesh.

“I know,” I tell him softly. “I know you’re sorry.”

I shift up a little, onto my knees, and his cock comes to my entrance, my entire body trembling and ready for him.

“Forgive me, Remi. Forgive me. Let’s spend our whole lives forgiving each other everything.

If you cry about that night, if you hate me for it, if you wake up shaking like I did, in a cold sweat with your mind racing and you hate yourself for it and you want to hurt yourself and you want to hurt me, let me be the one you turn to. ”

He kisses my neck, pushing his cock into me. Stretching me.

“Let me spend my whole life making this up to you.”

I gasp as he fills me up, and he doesn’t stop until his hips hit my ass and he’s seated all the way in me. He nudges my neck to the side, licking a line down my throat.

“Let me take care of you. Our baby.”

My chest tightens.

“Let me be everything I wasn’t that night.”

I gasp as he fucks me, slowly, pulling out, pushing back in, kissing me with every stroke.

“You’re so fucking good and so fucking pure and you were never ruined, Remi.”

He tilts his head, so his lips come over mine as I open my eyes and stare up at him over my shoulder.

“I was.”

He kisses me as he pushes in deeper, my body tense beneath him.

“But you… you made everything better. You always made everything so much fucking better. Now let me do the same for you. Let me save your life this time .” He kisses my shoulder. “Let me save your life, pretty baby.”