You Again

by M. E. Clayton

  Her body jerked and when I looked up, Henley was staring down at me, wonder in those green pools of hers. “Dash…”

  “I have to be in love with you,” I told her. “It’s the only thing that makes sense. If I wasn’t, why did my life stop for three months without you?”

  Her lips came down on mine, and she was doing what only she could do. She was making everything else fade into the background. I had one hand tangled in her hair and I used the other to finger fuck her wet cunt. I wanted more, though. “Where’s your bedroom?”

  “Dash, don’t stop,” she begged.

  “I won’t, baby,” I promised. “At least, not until you cum on my fingers.” And with that, I curled my fingers every time she came down on my hand, and soon, she was throwing her head back and trembling all around me. “That’s it, Henley,” I coaxed. “Give it to me, baby.” She rode out her orgasm and I knew forever was going to be nowhere near long enough.

  Chapter 15

  Henley~

  It hadn’t been a fluke.

  That night at The Lux hadn’t been a drunken, rage-fueled fluke. And it might have started out as an attempt to redeem my sexual self-esteem, but it hadn’t ended that way. Dash’s touch was lighting my body on fire just as it had that first night.

  This had nothing to do with Arnold or his betrayal.

  This was about me and Dash.

  Now, I was lying naked on my bed with Dash standing at the end of my bed. He was undressing and I was enjoying the show.

  After he had made me cum on the couch, I had let him undress me, and with the freedom of not being judged, I had sunk to my knees and had taken him into my mouth while I was completely naked, and he was fully clothed.

  It had felt decadent.

  And my feminine ego swooned every time he reached down and over my back to grab my ass. Having a fat ass wasn’t something most women are proud of, and I used to be one of them. I used to do squats until my legs collapsed under me just to get the stupid thing toned. But Dash’s perverted, yet sweet obsession with it had changed all that.

  Dash made every part of me feel beautiful.

  As his hands went for his pants, I couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “Not sure if I’ve mentioned it or not, but your tattoos turn me on,” I said, my breath labored and my body taunt with the wait of him.

  He smirked. “Yeah?”

  I nodded. “I like how you look all computer nerd with your clothes on, but as soon as they come off, all your muscles and tattoos come alive.” This newfound sexual freedom felt good. It felt good to be able to give him a compliment without worrying that I sounded stupid.

  Dash shoved his pants and boxer down over his thighs. “What else do you like?” His voice was low and husky and perfect.

  “I…I like how your touch burns,” I answered a bit breathlessly. “I like…I like that I crave you.”

  Dash let out a groan as he climbed on the bed and crawled over my body. I automatically opened my legs for him and his weight settling over me never felt so good. This was different from the night we first met. Now that I knew what he was capable of, and now that I knew I could have this tonight, tomorrow, next week, next month…well, it just felt different from before.

  Braced on his elbows, he looked down at me and made my heart stop with his next words.

  Literally.

  Stop.

  “And when I’m eighty and there’s no longer any muscle and my tattoos can’t be made out anymore because my skin is sagging to my ankles? What then?”

  My nose started to tickle and the pressure behind my eyes threatened to push out tears. “You…” I had to clear my throat. “You plan on still being around when you’re eighty?”

  Dash slid his hard length into me, and I closed my eyes and moaned at the invasion, my question forgotten. He said I made everything fade into the background, but the truth was that he did. And the scariest thing about it all was that he made right and wrong fade into the background, too. I knew it was wrong to sleep with my client even if I slept with him before he was my client, but I was willing to risk it. That’s what he made me feel. As if every risk I was taking to be with him was worth it.

  “I plan on being around every fucking day until I’m dead,” he said between grunts. “I already made mental plans to marry you on Friday.”

  My laugh was stifled by a deep thrust that took me out of my head and all I could do was feel Dash making promises with his body that I prayed, and prayed he’d keep. “Dash…” I moaned.

  “Yeah, baby?” he panted, every thrust into my body harder and deeper. “Tell me what you need.”

  That was easy. “I need you,” I said simply. “Only you.”

  “Goddamn it,” he growled and hooked my knee over his elbow, opening me wider and slamming into me harder. “You have me,” he promised.

  I closed my eyes and let his words wash over me. I hoped so because, once again, Dash was inside me without a condom and I couldn’t find it in me to care. After finding out Arnold had cheated on me, I had gone for a checkup and the results were all good, there were other things to consider.

  I opened my eyes and when I looked up, Dash was staring down at me, his stunning face taunt and fierce. “Dash?”

  “Take it, Henley,” he grunted. “Keep taking every fucking inch, baby.”

  I wanted to tell him that was easier said than done since the man had a lot of inches, but I didn’t. Instead, I was able to think long enough to say, “Condoms…”

  He froze over me. “Henley-”

  “After finding out Arnold cheated, I had a checkup,” I rushed out. “But I heard you tell Whitney you weren’t ready for kids. I’m on birth-”

  Dash looked pained. He dropped my leg and braced himself over me. He continued sliding into my body, but his movements were slow and measured. I almost smiled. It was like he knew we needed to have this talk, but he didn’t want to lose his hard-on.

  “Baby, I did the same thing,” he replied, breathing heavily. “Even though we used condoms, I didn’t want to take any chances.” His lip twitched. “I got a checkup because I was cheating on, and not because I had spent the most incredible night of my life with a woman unprotected.”

  “But-”

  “Henley, I wasn’t ready to have kids because I wasn’t with the right woman,” he said, his thrust picking up in force and tempo. “I’m with the right woman now.”

  That was it.

  The conversation was over, and I didn’t care if I got pregnant.

  I didn’t care about anything other than the man above me. I opened my legs wider and his whispered curses were like music to my ears. “Dash…please…”

  “Please, what?” he teased. “Please make you cum?”

  I wanted more than to just cum. “Please give me everything,” I shamelessly begged. “I want it all.”

  “Fuck,” he hissed out as my body started tightening around him. His forehead dropped on mine. “Cum for me, Henley. Cum for me and I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.”

  I erupted all over him and I didn’t care that we’d been only at for a few minutes. I wasn’t embarrassed at how easily he could make me let go. If nothing else, I was guaranteed an orgasm every time if I couldn’t control myself around him.

  “Yes,” he groaned. “Give it to me, baby.”

  My body was trembling, and indescribable sensations were wrecking every nerve in my body, but I let him ride me through the high. I wanted Dash to wreck me. I wanted a repeated of that first night. “So good…” I mumbled, unable to speak clearly.

  “God, I love it when you cum all over me, Henley,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ll never get enough of it. Of you.”

  Before I could gather a coherent thought, Dash flipped my pliant body over and his hips on my hands told me what was coming next. I didn’t fight it and I didn’t want to. My body was singing, and I looked forward to whatever he wanted to do to me.

  His fingers rubbing my release into my ass confirmed my suspicion
s and I closed my eyes and let my body relax in its full state of pleasure as I felt the thick head of his cock pressed up against my resistance. My hands fisted the sheets and, God forgive me, I pushed back and pulled him in. It hurt, but I knew that pain would soon turn into a forbidden pleasure that women shouldn’t deny themselves.

  “Motherfuck,” Dash swore behind me. “Fuck, your ass is tight, baby.”

  I couldn’t comment. I was so focused on the way he filled my body, I couldn’t form one single word. Not even his name. I just pushed back, and he got the hint. After a few minutes of uncomfortable pain, pleasure started taking over and my moans were truly porn worthy. I was dripping on the bed and I knew it was because Dash hadn’t stopped grunting out filth since the second his entire length slid into my ass. I loved hearing him lose himself in me. I wanted him to desire me uncontrollably.

  “Dash…oh, God…” He reached underneath and a few strokes of my clit had me cumming harder than before. “Oh, God…yes…”

  “I can’t last,” he growled. “I’m cumming, baby.” And with that, Dash’s fingers gripped my hips painfully as he slammed every inch of his cock deep into my ass. My body convulsed around him as his cock twitched its final release.

  Dash collapsed on the bed and pulled me into his body. We were sticky, sweaty, and cum was leaking everywhere, but I didn’t care because…

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  Epilogue

  Henley – (Six Months Later)~

  I hadn’t seen my husband in two days.

  It wasn’t the first time he’s disappeared on me, but it was the first time he’s missed an appointment with me. Most women would have been upset and offended to be sitting in the doctor’s office alone, but I knew not to take Dash’s absences personally. Weston Technologies had just landed a software account with one of the top security firms in the nation and the ink hadn’t even been dried on the contracts before Dash had rushed off into his computer laboratory to never be seen again.

  I did feel him often, though.

  We had an ironclad rule that might as well have been part of our wedding vows, and it was that, no matter the time of night, when Dash made it home, he was to wake me up and let me know he was home. He usually woke me up with his face between my thighs, but I wasn’t complaining. I’d forego sleep in favor of sex with my husband every night.

  “Mrs. Weston?”

  I looked up and smiled at the nurse. Around me, I was surrounded with women rounded in various stages of pregnancy. I was only four months along, and barely showing, but I wore my momma-to-be smile proudly on my face.

  There were also a few men sitting with some of the women, and I thought that was sweet. None of them looked put out to be here. That warmed my heart, but made it ache at the same time for the women who were here alone because they had no choice.

  I placed the magazine I was skimming through on the table in front of me, grabbed my purse, and stood up to follow the nurse to the examining rooms beyond. Just as I reached her, the front door flew open hard enough to bounce off the metal frame.

  Everyone looked towards the lunatic rushing through the door, shouting, “I’m here!” My lips rolled between my teeth and I did my damnedest not to laugh. Bright grey eyes scanned the room and his entire body deflated when his eyes landed on me. “Oh, thank God.”

  “I would have understood,” I told him as he made his way towards me, apologizing and excusing himself to the other people in the room.

  He scoffed. “Maybe, you would have, but this isn’t about you. Not this time,” he said, not caring about our rapt audience. “I might forget our anniversary. I might forget to show up for dinner. I might forget to pick up milk on my way home. I might even forget to shower for three days. But that’s who you married, Henley. That’s what you signed up for when I dragged you kicking and screaming to the church.”

  I laughed.

  He didn’t drag me kicking and screaming to the church. He did rush our wedding, though. We’d gotten married after only a month of dating, so it had been a small affair. But I hadn’t cared. I had cared about marrying Dash, not having a wedding.

  Dash placed his hand on my stomach and rubbed it in small circles. “But this little guy?” he continued. “He doesn’t know what he’s getting into with me for a father. He didn’t request a father who might forget his baseball games and I’m not going out like that.” My eyes watered and I wasn’t sure if it was pregnancy hormones or Dash being Dash.

  “He or she will understand that their father is just doing what he has to in order to provide for us, you know,” I said, trying to soften his self-criticism.

  Dash reached out and pulled me to his. “You’re already provided for,” he pointed out. “This is about providing for myself. I’m nothing if I’m not a good husband and father.”

  “Oh. My. God,” a soft voice vibrated through the room. “Is he for real?”

  “I’m sitting right here, you know,” said a male voice.

  The entire room started laughing, and Dash smirked. “Come on, Momma,” he said. “Let’s go check on our peanut.”

  He put his arm around me, and I sniffed. “When was the last time you showered?”

  “Hmmmm…today’s Thursday?” I nodded. “Tuesday, maybe?”

  As the nurse escorted us back, I said, “You’re taking the rest of the day off after this.”

  “I’m taking the rest of the day off after this,” he agreed.

  Our fingers linked and it didn’t get any better than this.

  The End.

  About the Author

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  M.E. Clayton works full-time and writes as a hobby. She is an avid reader and, with much self-doubt, but more positive feedback and encouragement from her friends and family, she took a chance at writing, and the Seven Deadly Sins Series was born. Writing is a hobby she is now very passionate about. When she’s not working, writing, or reading, she is spending time with her family or friends. If you care to learn more, you can read about her by visiting the following:

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  The Seven Deadly Sins Series (In Order)

  Catching Avery (Avery & Nicholas)

  Chasing Quinn (Quinn & Chase)

  Claiming Isabella (Isabella & Julian)

  Conquering Kam (Kamala & Kane)

  Capturing Happiness

  The Enemy Duet (In Order)

  In Enemy Territory (Fiona & Damien)

  On Enemy Ground (Victoria & William)

  The Buchanan Brothers Series (In Order)

  If You Could Only See (Mason & Shane)

  If You Could Only Imagine (Aiden & Denise)

  If You Could Only Feel (Gabriel & Justice)

  If You Could Only Believe (Michael & Sophia)

  If You Could Only Dream

  The How To: Modern-Day Woman’s Guide Series (In Order)

  How to Stay Out of Prison (Lyrical & Nixon)

  How to Keep Your Job (Alice & Lincoln)

  How to Maintain Your Sanity (Rena & Jackson)

  The Enemy Series (In Order)

  Facing the Enemy (Ramsey & Emerson)

  Engaging the Enemy (Roselyn & Liam)

  Battling the Enemy (Deke & Delaney)

  Provoking the Enemy (Ava & Ace)

  Loving the Enemy

  The Holy Trinity Series (In Order)

  The Holy Ghost (Phoenix & Francesca)

  The Son (Ciro & Roberta)

  The Father (Luca & Remy)

  The Redemption (Nico & Mia)

  The Vatican (Francisco Phoenix Benetti & Luca Saveria Fiore)

  The Eastwood Series (In Orde
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  Samson (Samson & Mackenzie)

  Ford (Ford & Amelia)

  Raiden (Raiden & Charlie)

  Duke (Duke & Willow)

  Alistair (Alistair & Rory)

  The Pieces Series (In Order)

  Our Broken Pieces (Mystic & Gage)

  Our Cracked Pieces (Rowan & Lorcan)

  Our Shattered Pieces (Molly & Grayson)

  The Blackstone Prep Academy Duet (In Order)

  Reflections (Grace & Styx)

  Mirrors (London & Sterling)

  The Order of the Cronos (In Order)

  Typhon (Crew & Rylee)

  Cerberus (Ross & Sutton)

  Basilisk (Saxton & Hastings)

  Sphinx (Fox & Kincaid)

  Siren (Kincaid & Fox)

  Standalone

  Unintentional

  Purgatory, Inc.

  My Big, Huge Mistake

  An Unexpected Life

  The Heavier the Chains…

  Real Shadows

  You Again

  The Problem with Fire

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