Page 188 of Fragments

If I could live inside him forever, I would.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” His eyes are hooded from the orgasm, but still shining blue remorse at me over his shoulder.

“You didn’t,” I sigh. “I just don’t want you to feel like that’s what you deserve. It’s not. You don’tdeservepain, Ren…”

His face is all flushed, hair messy and hanging in his face as he trembles. “I just thought you might want to… I thought maybe it would make you feel better if you hurt me. But I don’tneedit, Lex. I only need you…”

I hear what he’s saying, but all of my vulnerabilities are back with a vengeance. That angry guy, theactI just played… it wasn’t me. Not at all.

I couldn’t hurt him even if I wanted to, which I have before. But it doesn’t matter.

I’m not trying to get back at him. I’m trying to get himback.

Ren peers at me over his shoulder, and I don’t feel as close to him as I want to be. My dick is inside him, but it’s like there’s still a wall between us.

I like it better when we’re face to face.

I think he senses it and moves like he’s going to pull off my dick so he can turn around. But I hold his hips to stop him.

He raises a brow and my face heats. “I wanna stay inside you…”

He chuckles, biting his lip. “It still feels good…Youfeel amazing, Lexington.”

I rest my head against his. “I was angry with you… Of course I was. I was hurt and sad, Ren. But it never occurred to me to make you feel pain in return. Because that doesn’t accomplish anything. Then we’re just two idiots hurting.”

He huffs, and I can feel his smile, even without seeing it. “You shouldn’t be afraid to want to change me, Lex… I’m overdue for a few updates.”

I snort a laugh into his hair. “You’re using nerd terms. I’m so proud.”

“I try,” he hums.

Letting out a breath, I circle his waist with my arms, hugging onto him tight. I kiss my way up his neck, and he turns his face to get my lips.

“You’re so confusing,” I mumble.

He grins. “I know…”

“You’re a hot mess, Warren.”

He nods. “The messiest.”

“And the hottest.” My mouth sweeps into a smile while we kiss slowly. “Are youmymess?”

“All yours,” he murmurs. “You’re like my housekeeper.”

I laugh, and he beams with pride. We stay nuzzling together, kissing and touching for minutes on end, avoiding the rest of it and just focusing on beingus.

And as it always does, it ripples from sweet and cherishing to fire before our eyes.

“Fuck me again,” he breathes hoarsely. “As Lexington… I missed you, baby.”

Grinning, I finally pull out of him, only to spin him around and lift him up.

“Hang on,” I grunt, carrying him over to the chair.

I’m proud of myself for being able to do it, because he’s not exactlylightwith all those muscles.

“Jesus fuck, that was hot.” He smirks, grasping my jaw as he gets settled on my lap, finally facing me again.