Contingent by Livia Jamerlan

onto the bed, and his hands slid up my legs, stopping at the backs of my knees to grab hold and tug.
    Pulling me towards him, he aligned himself with my core. I ached to be touched. I was an addict salivating for my next fix. I craved him more than any drug.
    He didn’t speak. He tore my panties and rubbed the tip of his cock along my soaked core, once, twice, and on the third time sank deep inside me.
    I screamed from his thickness. My hands reached behind me to grasp the bed frame for support. Hass kneeled on the bed, his hands locked around my waist as he began to pump inside me. His fingertips dug into my backside. He was hungry for me. He needed to bury himself deeper with every thrust.
    “Mine,” he moaned under his grunts. “God, Lynn, I need it. Come for me,” he pleaded. “Show me that you are still mine, love.”
    I released the iron headboard and grazed my finger over my swollen bud. I had been so hot and ready for him that it only took a minute before I was coming for him as he requested.
    Hass increased his pace, slamming into me until I screamed his name from the high I was on. His release followed closely, his body falling over me until his tremors ceased.
    Out of breath, Hass brought his lips to mine. “You ready to play?”
    “What?” My breath matched his.
    “That was just the warm-up, doll.” His eyes were hooded like a hawk. Before I could object, he shifted behind me and he sank back into my core.

    With his body resting heavy on top of mine, we tried to catch our exhausted breaths. The past hour had consisted of teasing, licking and a shit load of screwing, but we were finally done. The carnal want was gone and the need to snuggle with Peyton had returned. I wanted the boyfriend part of it now. The man who would brush my hair with his hands and hold me close to his heart. Not the asshole who had hurt me in so many ways.
    What had also returned was my anger and hurt. He had a girlfriend, and I was now a side piece he needed to play with. An old toy someone else had shown interest in. That’s what I was. He had given me up; placed me on a shelf and started playing with a new shiny toy. It wasn’t until Landon showed some kind of interest in me that he returned, banging at my door and begging to play. And like a love drunk idiot, I’d fallen into his trap.
    I pushed on his chest to shove his body off me. Kicking my legs over the side of the bed, I looked at him over my shoulder. “You need to leave.”
    “Lynn—”
    “Stop! Don’t say another word. I’ve had enough. Enough! You can’t keep running back to me every time you are bored or someone takes me out. There is no more you and me.” I grabbed my robe from the back of my bedroom door before looking back at him. “I can’t be someone to keep you warm while your girlfriend is out of town. Stop this!” My voiced cracked as broken sobs tried to unleash themselves. “You know I can’t ever say no to you and that you will always have some sick hold over my heart, but this can’t happen again.”
    Haas was off the bed, coming towards me. Unable to take the comfort he offered, I turned my back to him. He reached out for me, tracing the branches of the tattoo covering my back. “It’s not what you think—”
    “I don’t give a fuck what it is,” I cried out. “I’m exhausted. This run around train with you is draining. You can’t show up at my house, corner me in a room, or follow me down a beach. It all has gone too far, Haas. You need to let me move on. I can only take so much before I snap.” I wrapped my robe around my body and yanked the door open. “I’m going to take a shower. When I come out, I want you gone.”
    “Braelynn—”
    “Gone, Haas. Out of my house. Out of my life.” I walked down the hallway towards the bathroom. Tears dripped from my face, but I didn’t look back. I didn’t want to show him how broken I was.
    I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my damp hair. His scent was