“Now, Gwen. Let go for me, beautiful.”
I slam into her one last time, and she explodes, her head falling to my shoulder where she bites down on me once again. I burst inside of her, barely able to contain the feral growl stuck in my throat. We cling to each other, trembling as the last of our release fades and drips down between us.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, nuzzling into the top of her head. Gwen sighs as she snuggles closer, and I hold her tight. I never want to let her go.
Tell her you love her, my brain shouts at me.Tell her before any doubts creep in.
Can I risk it? This moment is so perfect, her right here in my embrace, our hearts finding the same rhythm as we come down from our high. Would I ruin it by declaring my love? Especially in the bathroom of a bar?
Jesus, I fucked her in a bar. What kind of asshole am I?
I take a step back, panic stealing my breath. She must think I just cornered her for a quickie, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Gwen, I–”
Just then, someone pounds on the door of the bathroom.
“Gwen? Are you in there?” It’s Malia. I know as soon as I hear her voice, Gwen is going to freak out.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, right on cue.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, hoping to calm her down. She puts her fingers to my lips, effectively silencing me. No one saw us, and if she’s embarrassed, she can leave first. I’ll hide in a stall and hope no one else comes in before I can sneak out.
I’m about to tell her that, but she scrambles off the counter, and grabs a handful of paper towels, cleaning herself up.
“Gwen,” I try again, but she cuts me off.
“Yup, be right there!” she calls out to Malia.
“Everything okay?”
“Totally. Just feeling a little nauseous.”
Ouch.
I take a few steps back, putting myself back together and staring at the frustrating, stubborn woman I love.Does she regret this? Is she leaving me? What the hell is going on?
Gwen ties her hair up in a ponytail, then looks at me over her shoulder. I can’t read her expression, but fuck, I need to know what she’s thinking. Does she want me to say something? Should I be quiet so Malia doesn’t catch on? I’m so out of my element here.
After a few awkward moments, Gwen shakes her head and slips outside, leaving me crushed and confused in an empty women’s bathroom.
NINE
Gwen
I pullinto my apartment complex and park my car, sighing as I slump against the steering wheel. It’s been two weeks since the night at the bar, and each day since has been more miserable than the last.
I’m not only emotionally and mentally wrecked, but physically as well. Headaches, nausea, low energy follow me around like chains around my neck. Everything feels heavy and hopeless, but somehow, I’ve managed to get up and drag myself to class day after day.
I truly thought that Remington would have reached out to me after our night together at the bar. Things ended abruptly, and I was so overwhelmed with everything that happened, I wasn’t exactly thinking straight. We didn’t have time to talk, but I was hoping Remy would follow me outside when we went back to Malia’s car. He didn’t.
Malia insisted that we leave when she spotted some guy named Kade. I had tried to ask her about him but she didn’t want to talk about it. That only piqued my interest because Malia is never interested in guys. She’s been focused on finishing college, so the fact that she’s leaving someplace to avoid a guy is kind of huge for her.
At first, I thought Remy was just trying to play it cool, maybe not wanting his brothers to know what we’d been up to in the bathroom. After two weeks of no phone calls or texts, however, I’m finally starting to understand what’s going on.
Remy doesn’t want me.
Not like I want him, anyway. When we’re together physically, we connect on a level that’s indescribable. I swear I can feel everything with him as we chase our pleasure. Words aren’t necessary when he’s moving inside me, his hands worshiping my body as his tongue drives me wild.