The heat in his stare sears me. “Not the way I can.”

In one fell swoop, he moves my panties to the side and plunges a finger inside me.

His tone is taunting. “I bet he has to lick his fingers before he does this.” He withdraws the digit and replaces it with two, stretching me so good I moan. “But I don’t…because you’re always so fucking wet for me.”

His teeth nip at my neck almost painfully as he proceeds to finger fuck me into oblivion.

“Oakley.”

Not done punishing me yet, he circles my swollen clit with the diamond on my ring, his blue orbs darkening. “You were never his, baby girl.”

I have no argument for that.

Only a sheer, desperate need for him and the wicked things he’s doing to me.

I claw at his back, desperate for more of his sweet torture.

“Please.”

Both my plea and the wet, forbidden sounds of his fingers thrusting into my slickness echo against the thunder.

Tugging my panties down my legs, he sinks to his knees.

A sharp gasp escapes me when he buries his head between my thighs, inhaling my arousal like a drug before he peppers sloppy, hungry kisses along my slit.

The gesture is so personal, so intimate.

So us.

The sky opens up and a soft drizzle starts to fall as he hitches one of my legs onto his shoulder.

The first swipe of his tongue is so insatiable, pleasure snaps through me like a hot whip.

Oakley groans, lapping at my pussy with long, greedy strokes that turn me into putty.

My hips rock against his face as he continues working me into a frenzy.

The world could implode right now, and I wouldn’t even notice.

Those long fingers curl and pump inside me as he spears my cunt with the length of his tongue, slowly fucking me.

It feels so good I’m not capable of forming a coherent thought even if I wanted to.

Reaching down, I grip his hair, keeping him right where I want him. “Feels so good.”

Just when I think his movements can’t get any better, his mouth wraps around my clit and he sucks the swollen bud with a fervent, precise rhythm that has me pulsating.

A moment later, I’m gone—convulsing, squeezing, and erupting into a hard and fast orgasm.

However, this is far from over, because he’s lit a fire within me.

One that’s burning for him.

The moment he stands, I attack the button on his jeans and shove the denim down his thighs.

“My turn.”

His mouth curls into a cocky smirk as I drop to my knees. “No objection here.”

I tug on the waistband of his boxers and his cock springs out, hard and ready for me. The sight of his thick, long dick with the naughty silver barbell running vertically through the tip makes my mouth water.

I wrap my fingers around his base and give the shiny pink head an opened-mouth kiss that has him hissing my name.

I should tease him the way he teased me, but my need for him is so consuming that I don’t want to waste another second.

I stretch my mouth over his wide crown, flicking my tongue against the barbell.

Leaning forward, he braces one hand on the boulder while the other threads through my hair. “Fuck yeah.”

I lick him from root to tip, savoring his taste before I relax my throat and suck him deeper.

“Fucking hell,” Oakley groans.

He’s so big I have to use my hand and jerk the part of him I can’t take.

“Yeah” His voice is a rough, almost painful scratch of control against pleasure. “Suck it just like that.”

Taking him deeper, I cup his balls, giving them a gentle tug.

“Fuck.” A long, pained groan rips from his chest. “Suck my balls.”

I love his uninhibited commands. The way he’s not afraid to ask for exactly what he wants.

Using my hand to pump his length in a steady rhythm, I move my mouth where he wants it, licking and sucking his weighty sack.

“Jesus Christ.” His face strains with pleasure as he stares down at me. “I want to fuck you.” The look in his eyes is pure temptation. “Now.”

Grunting, he hauls me up until I’m standing.

Then before I can blink, he presses me against the rock and slides his hands under my ass.

I look down at his throbbing cock. I want him inside me more than I want my next breath.

My pulse kicks up when he lines himself up with my entrance…

and then I hear it.

My phone chiming Stone’s ringtone.

Stone…my fiancé.

My mind reels, breaking off in a thousand different directions.

Until one sobering thought breaks through the haze.

I’m cheating on Stone.

Like my mom cheated on my dad.

I’m just like her.

I don’t even have to look at Oakley or tell him to stop for him to sense the disconnect between us.

And the cause of it.

Stepping back, he tucks his dick back into his jeans.

His features twist in anger as he places my engagement ring in the palm of my hand.

A lump clogs my throat. “I’m sorry.”

He averts his gaze, like he can’t bear the sight of me before he starts stalking toward the parking lot.

But I faintly hear him whisper the words, “Me too.”

Chapter 51

Bianca

It takes every ounce of willpower I have to unhinge myself from Oakley when he pulls up to my dorm.

Things aren’t awkward between us—because they never are—but there’s certainly tension in the air when I unstraddle his bike and hand him his helmet.

There are so many things I want to say, but it’s hard when I have all this guilt surrounding my heart.

I’m a certified cheater. There’s no getting around that.

But what’s worse than facing the cold, hard truth is the fact that I don’t regret it.

Yes, I regret hurting Stone—because I know how much this will kill him.

But I don’t regret what I did with Oakley.

Because he was my first choice.

And if the accident never happened and I never got amnesia…he would have been my only choice.

But life doesn’t always play fair.

Sometimes it throws you a monkey wrench that’s downright brutal.

Sometimes—no matter how much you don’t want to—you still end up hurting people you care about.

Hitching my purse up my shoulder, I palm the stubble on his cheek. “I don’t regret it.”

Oakley’s eyes close and he pulls me closer, engulfing me in his warmth.

I want to tell him I’m ending things with Stone for good. However, I’m so scared of being one of those girls who end one relationship and jump headfirst into another. Especially with someone who refuses to tell me things about our past.

No matter how right being with him feels.

“I’ll call you later.”

At the sound of my voice, his eyes snap open. The longing in them has my heart doing its best to pound right out of my chest.

Without warning, he grasps the back of my neck, hauling me even closer to him.

His kiss is desperate and a little messy, like he’s afraid he’ll never have the chance to do it again.

Like this is goodbye.

A jolt of panic floods my system because he left me once before and turned my life upside down in the process.