“That’s because we are.” I dig the heels of my palms into my eyes to stop the wet shit dripping down my face. “I’m not ready to say goodbye.” Words clog my throat. “I don’t want to say goodbye to him.”

I just want to go numb.

Chapter 42

Dylan

A soft kiss behind my ear makes my eyelids flutter open.

We must have switched positions while we were sleeping because my back is pressed against Jace’s chest and he’s palming my breast.

“Good morning,” he rasps.

My nipples pucker when he rocks his hips and his cock nudges the curve of my ass.

Good morning indeed.

Reaching behind me, I run my hand along the swell of his erection. Just one small movement and he’d be inside me…exactly where I want him.

His teeth graze my shoulder. “Keep doing that and I’ll give you my dick for breakfast instead of eggs.”

The thought of Jace making me breakfast is sweet and all, but his other offer is more appealing.

“Promise?”

His fingers dig into my hips. “I’ve been rock hard for you for the last hour.” My heart kickstarts when he cups me between my legs. “So this will be quick.” I mewl when he spreads me open and teases me with the tip of his finger. “And dirty.”

He runs it back and forth over my clit before sliding down to my opening. “I love how wet your little pussy gets for me.” He dips his finger inside, sending shivers to my core. “It’s gonna feel so fucking good when you ride the cum out of my cock.”

My breathing turns choppy and I reach into the nightstand drawer for a condom.

The minute he’s suited up, he rolls onto his back and fists his dick. The hunger shadowing his eyes when he looks my way is unmistakable.

I want to keep the sight of him like this in my memory bank forever, because it’s honest to God the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

His gaze is stormy as he pulls me on top of him. “You’re taking too long.” He brushes his knuckle over my nipple. “I’m an impatient motherfucker when it comes to you.”

Teasing him, I ever so slowly lower myself onto his cock.

His hands clasp my waist, and he juts his hips upward, filling me to the hilt. “You’re killing me here.”

Using the headboard for leverage, I rock against him. “Better?”

His lips part with a groan when I find a rhythm he likes. “Yeah, just like that.” Dark eyes roam over every inch of my skin. “Christ. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Um…has he looked in the mirror lately?

A jolt of heat rushes through me when he presses his thumb to my clit.

I glare at him. I’m trying to concentrate on his pleasure so I can drive him crazy, and he’s making it beyond difficult to focus.

He gives me a smug smile and does it again, only this time he swirls the swollen nub and thrusts hard.

“Jace,” I hiss as he massages me in fast, wet circles.

His eyes darken as the sounds of him working me over fill the room.

My breath comes out in sharp bursts while he continues his slow torture. “Oh my God…” I tremble as the friction builds. “You asshole.”

I wanted to fuck him until he melted into a pile of goo, but as usual, he flipped the script and took control.

Gravel thickens his voice. “An asshole who’s about to make you come all over his dick.”

With one hand on my lower back, he takes my clit between his fingers and proceeds to drive his cock against a spot that lights me up.

Oh hell.

The first stirrings of my orgasm crash through me and I bite back a scream as I lose my balance.

Rough hands grab my ass and he pulls us into a sitting position, thrusting fast and wild.

I cling to his shoulders, clamping his dick as I fall apart.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasps against the skin of my throat, and then he’s joining me.

God, I love the way he groans as he comes. Carnal and savage, like he’s dying and waking up at the same time.

I graze my nails down his back as we catch our breath and he buries his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling me. “You smell like sex and candy.”

“There’s a song about that, you know.”

He lets out a low, sexy laugh. “God, I fucking missed you.”

My heart rattles inside my rib cage. I want to pinch myself because it took us four long years to get to this place, but we’re finally here.

Nothing can tear us apart now. He’s embedded in my soul.

And I hope like hell he feels the same about me.

“Hey.” My hand finds his jaw. “We’re okay now…right?”

His features sharpen and that pained look in his eyes is back again. Slowly, he untangles his limbs from mine and reaches for his sweatpants on the floor.

“I’m gonna get a bottle of water. Want one? Maybe some food?”

Screw the refreshments. What I want is to know is why he always looks so riddled with guilt after being with me.

I clutch my chest as the vile thought infiltrates my brain. “Are you back with Britney?”

It’s the only logical explanation I can come up with at this point.

He looks at me like I’m crazy. “What? Hell no.”

That’s a relief at least.

I pull the sheets around me and he bolts for his door, like he can’t get away fast enough.

“Be back in a bit.”

Frustration jams in my throat.

I’m starting to think I should tie him up the next time I broach the topic with him.

That way he can’t run away.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jace’s voice booms from the other side of his door. “You brought her here?” A big thwack makes me jump. “In my mother’s bedroom?”

Oh, shit.

Scrambling, I put my clothes on and open his door.

My eyes widen as I take in the scene before me.

Jace is standing there shirtless, madder than I’ve ever seen him.

While his father looks…well, ashamed and very uncomfortable.

The beautiful, albeit timid woman hiding behind him, doesn’t look much better.

For a moment, I wonder if Mr. Covington is sleeping with one of his dead wife’s relatives. There’s no denying the uncanny resemblance she has to Jace’s mom…or Bianca for that matter.

Oh, boy. This is bad. Really bad.

I take a step forward. “Ja—”

“What the hell?” Cole questions as he comes out of his bedroom. Confusion mars his face as he looks between Jace and his father.

I can see the moment it clicks because he narrows his eyes. “Seriously? You couldn’t take your whore to a motel?”

Before his dad can answer, the door to Bianca’s room opens and she steps out. “What’s going on?” Yawning, she rubs the sleep out of her eyes. “Why is everyone yelli—” Her eyes zero in on the woman hiding behind her father. “Who is she?” Hope shines in her dark eyes and she turns to Jace. “Is she a family member visiting from India?”

“No. Our sperm donor just has a particular type,” Jace spits, glaring daggers at his father. “Ain’t that right, Pops?”