The Regret (Heartache #2)

by Green, Vicki

  “Let go, Jolie,” he growls as he slams into me.

  That’s all it took. I shatter around him. My inner muscles squeeze him hard as I yell out his name. I feel him growing inside me, stretching me more as he let’s go and crumbles around me, filling me with his liquid as he falls against my chest. I feel weak but sated. His breathing is hot and heavy on my skin. I struggle to catch my breath, his weight heavy on my chest. He raises his head, giving me a grin.

  “You can let go now.” He smiles. Point.

  I follow his eyes. Shit! I’ve still got a death grip on his shoulders. I release them and give him a smirk. “You can get up so I can breathe now.” Point for me.

  His chuckle is low and rough, vibrating against my chest then he stands. I grab the edge of the counter and slide myself back, feeling the wetness of us both in between my legs and on the counter. He looks down, smiles, and turns, walking over to the sink across from me. I’m breathing heavy still, trying to fill my lungs with much needed oxygen, and watch him turn on the faucet then walk over and pull out a few paper towels from the container on the wall. What is he doing? He wets them, looking up at me in the mirror, and then turns off the water, walking back over to me. I watch his hips sway. His cock is not fully deflated, or maybe it’s inflating again. His body is perfection, strong muscles, toned everywhere, and those magnificent tatts. I lick my lips, lost in my lustful thoughts, until my eyes snap to him as he presses the warm paper towels against the soreness in between my legs. I look down and become heated all over again as I watch him clean me. Damn, that’s hot! Once done, he wipes off the counter with more paper towels that I hadn’t realized he was holding in his other hand. He keeps his eyes on mine as he cleans himself, and I want him inside me all over again. Now!

  I push my legs together, suddenly shy, and watch him walk over to the trash and throw the towels away. He turns and stops, his eyes scanning my body. Self-consciously, I fold my arms across my breasts. He just fucked me so why am I so embarrassed now? He walks to me and grabs my arms, pulling them aside. “Don’t cover up, Jolie. Not now, not after….” I swallow hard and nod slightly. “Get your clothes on. I want to show you something.” What could he possibly have to show me after that? He releases my arms and grabs ahold of my waist, lifting me effortlessly from the counter. Instead of just setting me down, he lets me slide in his hold, my body gliding down his. I feel every ridge, every firm muscle, and I’m wet again. I look up at him as I land on my feet, my hands holding onto his arms. He’s always so mysterious, making him that much more sexy, and a little scary.

  He gives me privacy, although at this point I don’t know why after what we just did, and leaves the locker room. I get dressed in a skinny pair of jeans and a low cut tank top, slide my feet into a pair of well-worn flip flops, apply a little light makeup, and fluff up my damp hair. Grabbing my bag, I flip off the lights as I leave the room. As I walk out the door of the locker room, my eyes shift to my right, seeing him leaning against the wall, his leg bent as his foot rests against it, and he’s looking down at his phone. His stance si becoming so familiar as he waits for me. There’s a faint smile on his mouth. I walk towards the hallway to the back and feel him step in time beside me. As we walk, the silence is not uncomfortable, yet I kinda want to talk about what just happened, already feeling a bit sore as we get to the door. Surely he could tell he just took my virginity, right? It wasn’t as uncomfortable as I had heard it could be but still, he would be able to tell. I think. He leans around me and opens the door, and then as I turn, he’s already got his keys out and locks it. I start to head to my bike when he grabs my arm turning me around.

  “I’ll drive,” he tells me.

  I cock my hip. “I’m just putting my bag away.”

  We stare at each other, his grip tightening. Suddenly, his lips are on mine, reminding me he never kissed me while he was inside me. His tongue parts my lips and moves inside. I don’t mind in the slightest. His tongue makes it way around the inside of my mouth, exploring hungrily. He pulls me closer, my body flush against his. Damn, I’m horny again. All of a sudden, his body is like an aphrodisiac, my body responding and needing him so badly. It seems like he feels the same way as he pushes against me, his cock rock hard again. I love that I elicited that. He releases my mouth, his lips kissing and sucking on my neck. I tilt my head back so he can get better access. God, he’s killing me. “Ungh, don’t we – oh, yeah – need to – a little lower – yeah, oh, yeah, right there – go somewhere?” I really don’t want to leave unless it’s to his place or mine.

  He continues his delicious torture until I feel like I’m dripping wet between my legs. I should have brought an extra pair of panties. Who knew? He stops, standing up straight, looking into my eyes. He leans over and kisses me hard, then releases my arm but grabs my hand, threading his fingers through mine. He starts leading me over to my bike. I kinda like holding hands. It feels intimate, like what we did meant something. I stow my bag in the compartment and lock it then let him lead me over to his truck. He opens my door for me, and I jump up on the running board, grab the handle above and hoist myself up onto the seat. I watch his toned body as he walks around the front of his truck, wishing he was inside me again, even though I am a little sore. Never in my young life has someone taken me so fiercely, so demanding, and in the women’s locker room of all places. Okay, so no one’s ever taken me before, and I didn’t think I’d like the roughness after all I’ve been through but damn that was so hot! I knew no one could catch us, the gym was closed, yet there was an element of danger of being caught that made it that much more exciting.

  He climbs inside, puts the key in the ignition and his truck roars to life. I have no idea where he’s taking me or why but I sit back and watch as he drives out of the lot, taking a left instead of his normal right. I guess we aren’t going to our apartment building but where, I have no idea. He’s always so mysterious but I have to say, the thought of a surprise is intriguing. He winds down the main street, turns left, then suddenly turns to the right into a neighborhood then the first left into what looks like a cul-de-sac. Strange that he would bring me here. It looks so – normal, such a contradiction. He pulls over at the end of the small circle and shuts off his truck. I look at him and see him staring at a ranch house we’re parked in front of.

  “This is my dream, something I’ve wanted for a long time,” he speaks in a whisper, emotions choking his words. “I called the realtor today asking to see inside. She’s meeting me here in the morning.” He lets out a sigh and suddenly, he reaches over and takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine, never looking over at me. “It’s something I’ve always wanted, something I can fix up and call my own.” Finally, he turns his head, looking into my eyes with such depth, such emotion. “Have you ever wanted something so badly you could taste it, feel it in your bones? Then when you find it, it reaches out and grabs you, and you must have it?” I swallow hard, looking into those dark brown eyes, knowing exactly what he’s saying. Only for me, it’s someone, not something, and I’m looking at him. Never did I feel safer than in his arms. Never did I feel like I mean something to someone than when I’m with him. Never did I feel more cherished than when he’s inside me or holding me in his arms. Might seem superficial to some but to me, it’s everything. I only nod, afraid to speak my feelings.

  He looks back over at the house, and I follow his eyes. It’s hard to see in the dark, but I can imagine how beautiful it is through his eyes. “Would you like to come see it with me tomorrow?” My eyes snap to him. He’s still looking at the house, like he’s embarrassed to ask.

  “I’d like that,” I whisper, my own emotions choking me.

  The corners of his mouth lift and he squeezes my hand.

  I don’t know how long we sit here. The only noise in his truck is our breathing. Finally, he starts up his truck and drives us back to the gym and parks next to my bike. As he gets out of his truck, I fol
low him with my eyes as he walks around the front, waiting patiently for him to open my door. Once he does, I turn in the seat and start to jump down when his strong hands grab my waist, lifting me up out of the seat. He brings me down slowly, against his firm body. God, he’s killing me. I can feel every dip, every muscle flexing as I slowly glide down him. Once my feet have settled onto the ground, I look up into his eyes, my hands holding onto his large biceps. His eyes search mine, looking for – something.

  “I’ll follow you home,” he whispers. I can only nod.

  I feel shaky as I straddle my bike, turning it on, and back it out of its space. My emotions are all over the place as he follows me to our building. Lust. Betrayal. Deceit. Horny. Safe. All of them confusing me more. Of course, he turns me on like no other but in the pit of my heart I feel like I’m betraying the one boy who captured my heart so long ago. He didn’t come back, Jolie. Move on with your life. Deep down, I know this, feel it, but in the recesses of my mind, my heart, there’s a glimmer of hope that he’ll find me. I know it’s wishful thinking. I know that it probably won’t happen, and I wonder what’s happened to him, what horrible thing that must have detained him, not allowing him to come for me. So many times I’ve wondered if he met someone and is happy. Forgetting me. I shiver at the thought. It’s the only thing I can think of, the only reason that would make him not come for me. He promised.

  I drive down our street and park under the street light. Turning off my bike and hoisting myself off then grabbing the chain lock, I secure my bike and look up in time to see Tanner striding toward me. He doesn’t stop until he puts his hand in mine, and I follow him to the front door of our building. No words are spoken but inside I dread the long night of sleeplessness ahead of me. The nights are my downfall, the time when all my nightmares return to haunt me. You’d think after this long they’d go away, and they had for the most part, until he walked into my life. What is it about him? I wish I knew.

  Chapter 7

  She let me hold her hand as we reached her apartment door. God, I wanted to spill my guts to her, tell her everything. She’ll run. She’ll hate you. That’s what stops me every time. I’ve only just found her. I can’t imagine her running from me. I need to find a way to tell her, make her understand. Maybe Barrett can help with that. No, she doesn’t know him. Hailey! Maybe I can confide in her. They’ve become really good friends, well, as close as Jolie will allow someone to be. No, she hasn’t told Hailey what she went through. I can tell. One thing I’ve learned is Jolie is very private Shit! I need to figure out a way, a way to come clean, explain everything to her without her leaving me. You left her alone. It would serve you right. I did what I had to do. For her. I just need to make her see that, believe it. God, this is so fucked up. You did that to yourself. You caused this. You’re the only one to blame.

  She starts to unlock all the locks on her door. I run my hand through my hair in frustration, wishing I could just blurt out everything and she’d listen, believe me. I’ll just have to show her, prove that I’m a good guy, one that will always be here for her. Protect her. Be there in the way she needs, deserves. She opens her door, walks in, and turns around.

  Ask me in.

  “Well, thank you for tonight.” Her cheeks become flushed. Cute. She looks away, hesitant. “Would you like to come in for a drink?” Thank fuck.

  I answer by walking inside but stop when I get beside her. Her eyes look up at me as I reach over her head, grabbing the door, and shutting it. I quickly grab her upper arms, spinning her around, and set her down, pressing up against her. She gasps as I lean down, my mouth beside her ear, my warm breath expelling as I whisper, “I don’t need a drink.” I don’t give her time to respond. I grab the hem of her shirt and lean back, pulling it over her head in one quick motion. Her eyes bore into mine, the blue turning darker as I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, setting her luscious breasts free from their confines. I start kissing her, behind her ear, down her neck, as I unbutton her jeans, sliding down the zipper. I reach her flat stomach and smile against her soft skin, as her fingers delve into my hair. I can’t seem to stop myself as I lower her jeans, her panties coming with them, pulling them down her toned legs. As they drop to the floor, I stand and latch onto her mouth with mine. I feel her fingers release the button on my jeans, feel the zipper moving down. I grab her hands on the waistband and help her push them down, my harder than a rock length springs free at last. God, she’s fucking killing me. Now that I’ve had her, I can’t get enough of her. As I grab her waist, kicking my jeans out of the way, I let out a hiss as she puts her hand around my cock, her thumb rubbing over the wet tip. “Fuck, Jolie.” She smiles against my mouth, knowing what she’s doing to me. Her small hand doesn’t even fit around my girth but damn that just makes it that much hotter. Her hand releases me as I lift her up against the door. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly. I don’t give her any time and push inside her, hard. Her head hits the door as she moans from the contact. Her hands move back into my hair, pulling, tugging, as we begin to move in sync.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I whisper as I suck on her neck. Her reply is to dig her fingernails into my head. That just spurs me on, and I rock harder against her.

  I release one hand on her waist and glide over her soft skin, finding her swollen clit. I start rubbing, pressing down, then rub harder. She withers against the door, her hips bucking. I pull my mouth from hers and look down, watching as I pull out then push in. “Look at that, Jolie. Look how well we fit together.” I look up and see her half-masted eyes looking down where we’re connected and I look there again too. I hear a gasp and look up. Her lips are parted, her brows knitted together. “Let go, Jolie. Fall. I’ve got you. I’ll always catch you.” I start moving harder, faster, as she releases my hair and places her hands on my shoulders. I feel her fingernails dig through the cloth of my t-shirt and into my skin as she lets out a moan. It echoes in the room then I realize as she clenches around me that my own moan intermingles with hers as I fall with her. Falling fast. Deep. Harder than I ever have before. My head falls onto her chest, and I sit down quickly with her in my lap, still connected. My legs had weakened in my state, ready to buckle. I had no choice but to sit down before we both fell. We sit there panting. She releases her hold but wraps her arms around me, her forehead resting on my shoulder.

  “That was….” She sucks in a breath, and I nod.

  “It was,” I whisper as I lift my head, kissing the side of her face. She raises her head, tilting it back against the door, and smiles. Her skin is flushed, the color making her even more beautiful. That’s not possible. We sit there and stare at each other, neither wanting to move. Neither wanting to lose our connection. Finally, a light blush spreads across her cheeks, and she squirms in my lap.

  “I need to – uh….” Her mouth raises up slightly.

  I let out a chuckle and grab her hands, helping her to stand. As soon as her body is pulled from mine, we both let out a sigh. I keep hold of her hand as she steps over me and turn enough to watch her walk down the hallway. Her body is perfection. I turn around, squat down, and lean back against the door, placing my arms up over my bent legs. Waiting. After a few minutes, I grow anxious and push myself up and start walking towards the hallway. I stop when the door opens, that perfect body walks towards me and into my arms. How could I have waited so long? Grabbing her waist, I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around me. Her mouth finds mine, and I carry her down the small hallway and directly into her room, laying her out on the bed and climb on top of her. I start kissing her face and start making my way down her throat.

  “You’re like a drug,” I whisper between kisses. “Now that I’ve had you, I can’t stop. I’m addicted.”

  She tilts her head back, her hands on my face and the side of my head, her feet digging into my ass. I continue to explore her body, inch by inch. I make it down to the Promised Land, finding it bar
e and soft. I end up bringing her to her next orgasm by just my fingers and tongue, and then arrive with my own sated state by fucking her while she came down from hers. I meant what I said. I’m not sure I can ever get enough of her. There’s not enough hours in a day.

  I collapse beside her. My arm bent over her stomach, trying to catch my breath. If I’m not careful, there’ll be a round three, while I’ve got the stamina. She’s gotta be sorer than shit. Without thinking, I do something I’ve never, ever done before. I get up onto my knees and lean down, grabbing under her arms, and lift her up until her head lays on the pillow. Pulling up the covers, I cover her and turn to climb off the bed when her hand grabs mine. I look back at her, her eyes pleading, asking me to stay. I don’t hesitate. I lift up the covers and crawl under them, bringing up my arm in invitation. She gives me a small smile and moves closer, laying her head on my chest. After wrapping my arm around her, I feel hers lay across my waist. I look down and see her eyes are closed so I look up at the ceiling and try to hold in my sigh of contentment.

  This.

  This is what I’ve waited for.

  This is something that could be taken away so quickly.

  I can’t let that happen.

  Finally, I let my eyes close, relishing in her warmth.

  My eyes snap open. My arm feels empty. I look around the dark room, not able to see anything. I listen intently. Nothing. I look over and see the silhouette of her sleeping form then she whimpers in her sleep. Slowly, I turn over and move up behind her. I raise my arm to wrap around her but stop. “No. Stop,” she murmurs. Shit. She’s having a nightmare. I look down at her face, so close I can see her eyes fluttering under their lids. I move again to put my arm around her when the next thing that she says rips my heart out. “Stephen. Where are you?” I freeze. My mouth goes completely dry, my heart lodges at the base of my throat. I don’t think, only react. I put my arm around her, pulling her back into me, my nose moving through her hair, my mouth next to her ear.