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Even if I found a girl for the night, I like things rough. I can get off in the missionary position, but I’d rather wrap my hand around her neck and whisper dirty things in her ear while I do it.
If there is a Goddess up there, please let Hat Trick Swayze be hot, available, and not a creep so I can get deep-dicked before this vagina between my legs withers to dust. Amen.
I’m out of line for assuming I have any claim on her. But my feelings don’t give a fuck if I’m being unreasonable, it still pisses me off every time she flashes that smile at another man. I don’t get them on camera since she doesn’t show her face, the closest I’ve come is hearing it in her voice. They’d probably be envious I’ve seen her naked, but those smiles are priceless. They should be mine.
“Busy hiding—like every other woman in proximity to you.”
“Rhys, don’t. This place is packed tonight. Every single person in this bar has a camera in their back pocket and would love nothing more than to upload a video to Twitter of you beating some guy to a pulp. As much as I would enjoy seeing you make a fool of yourself, take a minute and think about what you’re doing. This shit always ends up on the news. I’m fine, really. Don’t screw this up for yourself and do something you regret.”
Oral sex has never gotten me off. It’s too gentle, never feels like anything. “Where do you want to do this?” He pulls out a chair and points at the kitchen table. “Get on. You eat your meals on the counter, I eat mine at the table.”
That was the best sex I’ve ever had. There’s fucking and then there’s what he did. It was more than sex, it was a whole experience. I’ve never let go of my inhibitions like that. He completely took over, and I let him! That’s not something I give up easily. Honestly, it’s not something I do. But it was based on trust and respect and care—three words I never imagined using to describe Rhys Kucera.
“Why can’t I kiss you?” “Let’s talk about it later.” “No. Now,” he growls. “Y . . . you’re going to make me feel things.” “Good. Because there’s plenty of things I feel for you.” I dig my fingers into his back. “I was thinking about all the times I sent you money on Followers. Every time I paid you to let me jack off to your body. Darling, I could drain my bank account and it wouldn’t be enough. You would still be the most priceless thing I’ve ever fucked. You are so much more than anything—”
You put a lot of trust into me, and you had no reason to after I lied to you. I’m sorry. I don’t take your trust for granted. I need you to know that.”
“You already make it a living hell. Being around you is like having a migraine and an erection at the same time.”
Rhys is so different than I predicted he would be. He’s got this hard, quiet exterior, but on the inside, this man is so sweet and thoughtful. I cannot thank him enough for this unforgettable experience. He keeps brushing it off like it’s no big deal, but I know this couldn’t have been easy to organize.
“He turned everything back on me. He could quit—he just doesn’t want to. It’s to help him sleep. He’s not hurting anyone. He’s too scared to quit. Then he hit me where it hurt, he looked me in the eye and said, ‘You will never make me feel as good as this does. I will never love you like this.’”
Don’t light yourself on fire to keep her warm.”
I’m done fucking around. Losing her would kill me. I’ve been telling myself for years that relationships will always come second, they can wait, women are for someday. But what if there’s no someday option? Sometimes it’s now or never. Refuting it won’t lessen my feelings, I’m already in too deep.
“You can enter rehab or the police are going to show up and arrest you so they can begin proceedings to charge you with grand larceny. This is your choice. Figure it out.”
Holy shit. Even if he’s about to tell me to pound sand, I’m so fucking proud of him. This is the hardest step; it takes so much bravery to stand up to the ones you love. I don’t know what to say.
“As soon as I said that stuff to you about the money, I wanted to take it back. It was an attempt to push you away, I was spiraling and didn’t want to suck you into my vortex. You deserved someone who could give you what you needed and at the time I had no idea how to become that for you. I didn’t mean any of it. I was hurting, but I never should have taken it out on you, that was fucked up. I fucked up. Please don’t go back to hating me again.”
“I’m convinced the only reason this was found is because it was meant to live on your finger,” he says, removing it from the ring box.
“Before I ever saw your face, I knew we had something. There was a spark from the beginning. I couldn’t stay away from you, no one has ever held my fascination like you do. I needed more. And I’m so glad I did. You entered my life like a fireball. The more I tried to resist it, the bigger it grew. Until one night you were standing in front of me, and when I looked in your eyes, I knew instantly you were everything I needed. You consumed me. Our love is a fire, Freya. It’s strong and wild, and knows no bounds.”
