Page 97 of Ly to Me

“Yes.” I pressed back into his hold right as firm hands inched up to my nipples.

“Touch yourself.” He rolled my hardened nipples between his fingers. “Touch yourself and tell me how much you loved taking my cock. Tell me how wet it makes your tight little cunt just thinking about me sliding inside you.”

I moaned and dipped my hand beneath the water, not necessarily needing to touch myself to know how much I wanted him. He groaned as my fingers reached my slit and I tossed my head back on his shoulder.

“Tell me, Ly.”

“Drenched,” I replied as my hand slid lower, knowing the slick on my fingertips was not from the water.

He let out a pleased growl. “Fuck your fingers. Nice and slow.”

I pushed two fingers inside, and every nerve ending, from my head to my toes, tingled. He nipped my earlobe, muttering a curse as I did it again, just as he demanded—nice and slow. His cock twitched against my spine as he flicked and teased my nipples, making my core burn.

“Deeper,” he commanded.

I pushed in more forcefully, trying to reach as deep as I knew he could, but there was no hope. I frowned, which he, of course, noticed.

“I can fuck you in this tub. I can make you come so hard, you won’t be able to think straight. I can do that, and so much more, all night long.”

“Please,” I begged, dragging my fingers back out to circle my clit, my core aching to have him fuck me.

He instantly snatched my wrist, and I watched with too much haze in my vision as he brought my fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. He groaned deeply as he slid his tongue over the two that had been inside me, then pulled them free and guided those fingers back down to my entrance, right past my clit.

“Please,Car.”

He separated those same fingers from the rest and pushed them back into my pussy. My ass wriggled against the bottom of the tub, desperately wishing my thighs could close to keep his hand where I needed.

“You know what I need,” he said. “Give it to me, and I’ll gladly give you what you want.” He ghosted a kiss over my neck. “Any way you want me, as many times as you want me.”

All of my hope faded, unlike my gnawing desire to have him in all the ways his words made me picture having him.

“Goddamn you,” I forced through a moan as he teased all my senses. My fingers kept a steady rhythm with his guidance, while his other hand promised to torture my nipples in the most excruciating way—pulling, rolling, pinching, slapping, caressing.

“I meant every word I said in the barn. Even the fact that I Iove you.”

“Don’t keep saying that.” The breathing along my neck picked up as the rest of him stilled. I could feel his heartbeat skipping, like it was breaking beneath me. I forced myself to continue. “You can’t mean it. Not really. Not when you don’t know everything there is to know.”

“Tell me and I’ll prove you wrong.”

I shook my head. When I made a slight move to get my legs off his, he used the leverage of the wall and pressed my leg into it, then pulled his other knee back just enough to make it harder for me to get free.

“We’re not done here,” he gritted out. “I’m going to give you one last chance in this room, Ly. Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Whatever it is, I’ll always love you.”

Tears pricked my eyes, and even as I tried to think of the words he needed, the confession he wanted from me, I just…couldn’t get them out. “I can’t,” I repeated like a broken record.

“You can, but you won’t.” His voice turned gritty as he pressed on my fingers, wordlessly telling me to continue. “I can do the same. Bring you right to where you need to be, but not give it to you.” He swept over my clit, and I bucked in his arms. “The only difference is—I know what I want. She’s in my arms right now.” He snatched my wrists and pinned them to his legs. “It’s your turn to figure out if what you’re keeping inside is worth holding onto any longer. Because I know nothing is worth losing you all over again.”

TEN YEARS AGO

I ran.

I ran so hard my lungs burned and the tears I was crying flew off my cheeks and splashed onto the pavement.

I ran until I was at his front door, pacing back and forth.

My fingernails clawed into my scalp, triggering a light to flash on from the side of the house. My breathing hadn’t regulated yet from running over a mile in the middle of the night to my home—not awhere, but a who.

Shivers wracked through my limbs as I paced, and paced, and paced. My vision glued to my feet, bare and broken, just like their owner.