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“Beg me for it and I’ll prove it to you,” he purrs. “I promise I can fuck you better than whatever nerds you usually sleep with.”
In only two days I can already feel that she's beginning to burrow under my skin. The sudden close proximity from being in the same house is forcing us to interact in ways that we've never had to deal with before. And it's starting to get my dick hard.
I realize in that moment that every insult, every prank, every teasing comment, is exactly what ratcheted up our sexual tension this week. His alpha personality is what drives the fire between us. We couldn't have one without the other. And I am so desperately, achingly, tired of fighting that fire...
“Hate sex can be intense. And with the way you and I feel about each other, I might actually kill you with pleasure.”
foreplay. In all honesty, it’s probably been years of foreplay, ever since we first met. I’ve never denied that Remy is hot, and even hate is a form of passion. Our sarcasm and barbed insults have only fueled the fire between us. And then after everything that happened last night, there’s not a chance in hell I would’ve been able to say no to her. Last night, I needed Remy more than I’ve ever needed any woman.
As much as I’d love a repeat performance of last night, I don’t need to overcomplicate things by getting involved with my best friend’s childhood best friend. I need to just write off what happened as a one-time thing that will never happen again.
“I hope this solidified it in your brain that this isn't stopping anytime soon,” he growls against my lips. My eyes go wide but I don't say anything. “I'm serious,” he growls, nipping my lower lip. “Stop running from me.”
“Come on, baby,” he groans. “Give me one more.”
“You're mine,” I growl against her lips. “Your pleasure belongs to me.”
“Mine,” I repeat with a snarl, and thrust in with one stroke.
I would pick her every second of every day and every week. Because I'm completely, desperately in love with her.
Somehow during her time at the house, I fell in love with her. I may have even felt that way before she moved in, if I’m being completely honest with myself. Even when she hated me, I always loved how feisty she was, how she would go toe to toe with me and never just roll over at my feet. Being in close proximity must’ve shed the veil between us and forced me to see what I never wanted to admit to myself: that Remy is my perfect match.
“I’m in way too fucking deep, Tristan. I can't go a single minute without missing you so much that it hurts. It feels like my heart is being shredded in my chest every time I even hear your name, and I can’t ever catch my breath. I can’t breathe, Tristan.”
“I know that I was just a piece of ass to you, but I guess I'm just another stupid girl because somewhere along the way... I fell for you. And I can’t do this anymore because I love you, but you don’t love me.”
“I didn't expect it to happen like this, so it took me a while to understand what I was feeling, but… I love you. I just didn't know it until you left.”
I've never thought about whether I believe in soulmates, but I just know that she’s it for me. If these last few weeks taught me anything, it's that life without her is unbearably empty.
And if I counted correctly, I think it took us 5 rounds of sex to fall in love.”
