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The next day I’m deep into the Hue property. Pillar and I found a small clearing on one of our many adventures. There’s a small lake in the center, with a dock leading to its beautiful waters, that I sit on now.

I came back alone this time, to admire the sunny view and contemplate the thing that is my life.

Or I thought I was alone, at least until Creek appeared out of thin air like the stalker he’s become and sits right next to me.

We haven’t spoken since I all but gave him the finger last night for hurting B so openly like that. It’s so peaceful, the only sound being the birds in the air.

Creek begins removing his clothing and I tense. What is he doing? When he gets down to his boxers, he drops into the water, disappearing from my line of vision and an ache forms at the loss that I feel in the air like a missing limb.

He comes up on a deep breath and immediately approaches between my spread thighs. Close enough to steal my breath, but not close enough to touch.

“Swim with me.”

I shake my head, elbows bending preparing to disappear from the unique view this dock provides. But he catches my wrist when I attempt to stand.

“Swim with me, baby,”

he repeats. The old endearment enough to drown me in these beautiful waters.

“Why?” I mutter.

“Swim with me.”

My lips purse as my question goes unanswered like so many things between the two of us.

On a deep breath I unbutton my jeans, just as he did. Reluctantly I stand and yank them off.

He watches me like his next breath will fail him if he doesn’t. It only heightens the mixed emotions that dizzy me with confusion.

His breath catches when I remove my shirt. I don’t let him fester with the view for long, jumping into the water, opposite him.

I don’t speak, barely so much as breathe as I lean back and let the water hold my weight, closing my eyes.

“You can float.”

Creek states dumbly, ending the peaceful silence.

“I can float.”

I confirm on a breath.

“Oh.”

Humming, I arch my neck, enjoying the breeze on my face and the goosebumps tickling my exposed flesh. “Rex has a pool. Swam a lot when there was nothing to do. It’s peaceful.”

What I don’t say is that it reminded me of him. Of our night in the pool together that irrevocably reshaped who I was and turned me into a love starved fool with an underlying fetish for gunshot wounds.

He scoffs. “I suppose you let him touch you? I mean you must have, the two of you look so fucking comfortable.”

He says and I hum once more.

“Perhaps.”

I respond.

He grips me from behind within moments, pulling me upright. One hand squeezing my hip, the other snaking around to cradle my throat.

“Did you really?”

His breath against my nape sends a shiver down my spine that I feel all the way to the tips of my fingers. It was always this way with him. One touch and I was overcome with the power his hands held over my skin. “Did you let him touch what was mine?”

It was my turn to scoff, and I fight against his hold, unable to break free. Had he always been this strong yet so gentle I never noticed? Or am I really even fighting? I don’t know anymore.

“Answer me.”

Creek whispers against my ear and I have to bite my tongue to fight a sigh at his nearness.

“Perhaps,”

I choke out and the hold he has on me tightens to the point of pain. Only nothing physical was ever painful with Creek. Any touch-small, big, rough, slight-sends a surge of heat to my core and makes me faint with desire for more.

“Where?”

He growls low, tone threatening.

I’m not sure if he wants me dead or alive at the moment as he pants against my ear in harsh breaths while squeezing my throat so tight there isn’t any room for air.

“Where what?” I croak.

“For every part of your body he touched, I’ll cut it off of his. Now tell. Me. Where.”

His breaths came much quicker with a panicked edge to his every word.

Tipping my head back to glance at him, I pause. My breath catches, watching as tears pool in his dark eyes. What I’m saying is hurting him. I’m hurting him and that wasn’t me. I’d hurt anyone before I hurt creek.

A resigned sigh escapes me as I lean back into him. My bare skin against his is paradise, my head slack against his shoulder is home.

“No. He didn’t touch me.”

I whisper.

“Har.”

His voice breaks.

“No. I’m not doing this.”

I’m capable of breaking his strong hold this time, shocked that I hadn’t passed out from lack of oxygen. My back remains to him as I ask, “what was it that they said?”

The question that plagued my nightmares and daydreams blurted out of my mouth before my brain could stop it. “What did Marcus’s bitches say to you, that caused you to turn against me without second thought?”

“I-”

“What did they say that made you forget everything that was me-that was us-and led you to pull that trigger?”

I take a shaky breath, still unable to face him. “I would have done anything for you…”

The broken whisper escapes me.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Look at me baby.”

A tear rolls down my cheek and I huff. I’m so sick of goddamn crying, I wish I could turn it all off.

When I don’t answer he asks, “Do you love me?”.

My body tenses, shoulders rising to my ears at what feels like the most personal question I’ve ever been asked.

“No.”

It sounds like a lie even to my own ears and it makes me hate him even more. I need the power back so badly right now and the only way I was ever capable of gaining that was by violence that I know myself unable to inflict on Creek. The only thing I could think of to level the playing field is to throw his game right back in his face and make him eat it. “Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

He says without an ounce of hesitation, and I gasp.

“You’re a liar.”

I’m already kicking my feet to get out of here and away from my downfall. I don’t get far. Creek just won’t let me. Snatching my wrists, he twists me so I’m facing him.

“You’re gonna marry a liar then.”

The words leave his lips right before they slam into mine, stopping my world. Stopping my heart again along with any resistance I held onto when I open for his lying liar of a twisted tongue and moan right on it.

I feel his kiss everywhere, from my head to my toes as tiny nerves throughout my anatomy spark and send electric pulses over every inch of my being like a tingling vibration and I shudder falling into him. My arms and legs wrap around his neck and waist like I was meant to be there when I fall, and he was meant to stand and catch me when I do. Creek holds me as his tongue sweeps in and out of my mouth, his hands roaming my flesh, light and delicate then rough and wanting.

It doesn’t take long for me to become a colossal mess of need and shameless begging the moment his cock presses up against mine and we rocked into one another like there’s nothing in the world more important than this, than us.

I kiss him like this isn’t possibly the biggest mistake of my life.

“Fuck it,”

I mumble into his mouth.

“What?”

Creek asks, licking a line down my neck that has me aching in all the right places.

“Make me scream for you Flower. Fuck me so hard, I scream for you.”

I beg, grabbing his face with both hands and attacking his mouth with my tongue.

He groans, hands bruising my skin. “Fuck baby, I missed you.”

Creek continues to circle his hips against mine and I moan. “You want me to fuck into your tight ass so hard, you cry like a whore on my cock, little slut?”

A full body shudder rocks me and I nod so hard it makes me lightheaded.

His teeth bruise my bottom lip, and he soothes it with his tongue before pulling back. A whimper escapes me, and I chase him, but his hand crushes my throat before I reach him.

“If you want me to fuck you, then get out of the water.”

His brows are furrowed, beautiful face pained, while he pants.

I swim to the dock and hoist myself up and he follows right behind, falling on top of me the second we do.

The water that clings to our skin allows us to slide against each other, the feeling of heaven.

“Wait, wait, wait.”

I say pushing him back a bit. “We don’t have any lube.”

Creek smirks and my eyes widen. Reaching over our heads he pulls a packet from his pant pocket.

So many things pass through my mind. The troubles of the past, the present and what the future will consist of. The one thing I know for sure is I don’t think I can hold back anymore.

Before I can change my mind I blurt out what I’ve held in forever now. “I love you Creek.”

He pauses, looking down at me. Nibbling on my lip, I look away, skin heating. “Say it again.”

His jaw clenches.

“I love you so much, I forgive you.” I pant.

Sitting up abruptly, he rips off my boxers, followed by his, then spreads my legs roughly.

He seems content with just ogling my nakedness, meanwhile my cock is so hard and wet from my precum.

“Creek,”

I whine impatiently.

“Don’t worry baby.”

He says, hands rubbing up and down my inner thighs, not helping a bit. “I’m gonna take good care of you.”

Creek bends over to suck my thigh into his mouth and glides his tongue over everything but my cock. My back arches when his breath ghosts over my hole and it clenches, needing him.

“I wanna be full of you Flower. Please.”

“Tell me I can take care of you forever baby. Tell me you’ll be mine forever.”

He licks his lips sinfully.

“You knew I was only ever yours, now fuck me.”

He smirks. “I know, I just wanted to hear you say it.”

Before I can even narrow my eyes, he’s lubing his fingers and plunging two inside of me without warning.

I grunt, my body rejecting the intrusion, until he tells me to relax and finally speaks the words I never thought I’d hear tumble from his lips.

“I love you baby, but I’ve waited so long for this, for you. You’re gonna fucking take it.”

“I’m gonna take it.” I repeat.

“Tell me how good you’re gonna take my thick cock in your tight little hole.”

And so, I do. I tell him. I tell him as he stretches me so good, adding fingers until I’m withering in pleasure and begging for his cock to fuck me so full.

When I’m prepped enough, he doesn’t waste a second before applying lube to his dick and sliding inside me in one go.

And then he’s fucking me like I begged him to. Rough and unforgiving.

My legs are tucked against my chest as he fucks into my ass with a hold around my neck.

My cock steadily drips onto my stomach as he shows me no mercy. It’s all so good, too fucking good. I love it, I love him, and I love his cock. I tell him so, but my words seem to have the opposite effect when he looks angry and starts plunging into me punishingly.

“Tell me you’ll send them away.”

“W-who?”

I barely get out between cries of pleasure.

“Those fuckers who dote on you like you’re theirs. When this is. All. Mine.”

It clicks that he’s talking about Rex and Lane, and I’m too lost to argue so I nod.

Satisfied for now his lips crash into mine and he licks into my mouth. I’m a mess the way I always am when he fucks me into oblivion. Panting, moaning, crying, yelling. You name it and that’s me. That’s always been me when it comes to Creek.

Dropping my legs, I rock onto his cock, and he continues to pound into me. Pleasure has me aware of every inch of my body, but it’s the stirring in my belly that has my mouth opening on a silent moan.

“You gonna come on my cock baby? Want me to make you come?”

“Flower,” I pant.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

He growls.

“Yours.”

His hold tightens around my neck, and I moan a naughty sound. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours!”

I cry out, desperately.

“Turn around, little slut.”

I don’t hesitate. He’s barely pulled out and I’m flipping over, to my hands and knees.

Creek leans over me, sliding his cock back inside and we groan in simultaneously.

He uses one hand to jerk my dick, and the other to grasp and handful of my hair, so that my neck is exposed to the open air.

“Oh god.”

I whimper when he continues to brutally fuck into me, hitting my pleasure button over and over again till my eyes turn.

Creek growls, hips rolling, and I’m done for. The throbbing in my cock explodes onto the dock and Creek fucks me through it.

He comes a moment later, and we fall into a heap where we are. Once we catch our breath, he adjusts us so that I lay over his chest and he holds me.

The magic that used to glow between us is back and we both seem pleased to relish in it.

When I glance up at him he’s already smiling at me. “Hi baby,”

he breathes.

“Hi.”

Biting my lip, my face flushes and he laughs his ass off because it’s oh so funny.