Page 37 of Husband to Go

“Sweetheart, it’s not like that.”

“What is it like then? Tell me, Tanner!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Someone’s probably going to call campus police soon, but I don’t care. I have to hear it from him.

But there are no answers. Instead, he goes back to his non-committal ways.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry about this, but we just have to wait it out, alright?”

That does it.

“Get out!” I scream, pointing at the door. “Get out of my life! I hate you.”

But Tanner doesn’t do what I say. Instead, he seizes my shoulders and presses his lips to mine. The heat is immediate, even electric from the charge of emotion in the air.

And oh god, but it feels so good. This man has always been my drug, and I melt into his embrace. I hate myself for it, but it is what it is, and with a choked cry, I give into his kiss and relent.

“Sweetheart, you mean so much to me,” he growls against my mouth, his breath hot. “And we want the same thing, trust me.”

But his words make no sense, and tears begin to fall.

“Tanner, we can’t keep doing this. We’re literally going around in circles,” I cry in his arms.

“Circles can be fun,” he soothes before pressing another kiss to my lips. Then he lifts up my arms and helps me out of my sweater, pulling the soft material over my head.

Unable to deny my feelings anymore, I rise up on my toes to kiss him. I’ve been torturing myself so much these past couple days, and this man is what I need, for better or worse. It feels so good to be in his arms, and I moan helplessly, sinking into his embrace once again.

I look up at this handsome beast who’s driving me up the wall. Taking a deep breath, I manage to speak in a choked voice.

“Tanner, I feel like I’m going crazy, like I’ve lost control of my life.”

“I know, baby,” he soothes. “I’m here now.”

“But that’s the problem. It’s you. Ever since you came into my life, everything’s been so complicated, and I don’t know what to do.”

He presses a soft kiss to my temple.

“I promise everything’s going to be okay, Kylie. Do you hear?” he asks, looking deep into my eyes. “Trust me on this.”

I nod silently, my eyes still welling with tears. But his hands have already started again, stroking along my curves.

“Turn around, sweetheart.”

I bite my bottom lip, hesitant about this decision I’m about to make. I said, mere hours ago, that I wouldn’t sleep with Tanner again. Yet here I am, in his arms, just a moment from experiencing ecstasy again.

I shouldn’t do this, but I want to.

I should say no, but I don’t. Instead, I turn around as he commands, and Tanner angles me until I’m against the wall. My heart is beating like it’s going to burst from my chest. My panties are soaked, anticipating what’s going to happen next because it will feel so good. My teeth have almost bitten through my bottom lip.

But nothing happens. Quivering with confusion, I glance behind me to see Tanner standing a few feet away from me, his bulk looming and mysterious. My brow furrows, confused.

“Is everything okay?” comes my whisper.

His blue eyes gleam and then go hard.

“Take your panties off, baby girl. That’s what I need.”

A thrill race through my chest, and I nod before turning back around. I take a few calming breaths before lifting up my skirt and slowly dragging my panties down my legs, bending down until they reach my feet. Stepping out of them, my back straightens, and I’m back to staring at the wall, my pussy wet with anticipation.

I keep telling myself I’m doing this because there’s something deeper between Tanner and me. It’s not just sex. It’smorethan that, at least according to what I tell myself.