Free Fall (Wilde Boys, #2)

by Sara Cate

Do you remember me forcing you to your knees? Making you believe you wanted to suck my dick? Does any of that ring a bell or was that all my fault?"

"So, I have a confession," I say, watching for the way she tenses and looks almost guilty already. "Ich kanne eine bischen Deutsch."

“I’m not blind. He hates you, and Nash only bothers to hate people he cares about.”

“I’m not the one in denial here, Nash. You can blame me all you want for what happened, but you know as well as I do you fucking liked it. I’m not going to make you feel better about how much you loved my cock, Nash, and I’m sure as fuck not going to put up with your little tantrums about it. You walked out of my life, and I didn’t follow you, just like you asked. So why did you hire me, huh?”

“I picked up the pieces in Amsterdam. I tried to give you what they couldn’t, something I knew you wanted, and do you know what you did to me in return, Nash? You broke my fucking heart!”

“I’m sorry shit is complicated, Nash. I’m sorry the last time you were in love, you had your heart broken, but I’m not sorry you are the way you are. And I’m not sorry about anything that’s happened between us, so if you want me to apologize, then you can fuck off.”

“I’m ready for whatever you got. You want a taste, then come get a fucking taste.”

“Don’t leave me,” I pant against his chest. The mess smeared against his belly is now smeared against mine, but I don’t care. I want it. He pauses a moment, putting his arms around me. “Why would I leave you?” I don’t want to answer him because it sounds fucking pathetic to admit, but this is Ellis, and I’m safe with him. “Because everyone fucking leaves me.”

I love the way things are right now when we don’t need to define anything or fear anything and we are truly free. Free to fall.

Sometimes things have to be broken before they can be truly whole again.