QUIVER (QUAKE Book 2) by Jacob Chance

hands lower to grip her hips, my fingers dig into her and the sight of her ass thrust toward me is so fucking hot I can’t hold back any longer. My body jerks with the force of my orgasm when I mark her pussy as mine. She’s always going to be mine.

Chapter Eleven
    Janny
     
          The wall is cold and smooth under my palms; my forehead is cushioned on my arm while I try to catch my breath. What the fuck just happened? How did I go from annoyed and angry with Kyle to having him buried inside me? And why did I have to enjoy it so much? Shame washes over me.
          He presses a soft kiss on the back of my shoulder. “I love you,” he whispers in my ear and hearing those words – words I never thought I’d hear him say again, has me squeezing my eyes shut, fighting off the tears that want to fall. I don’t tell him I love him. I don’t tell him I love him more than anything and I always will. I don’t say anything at all, because if I try to speak right now I know I’ll burst into tears.
          He hands me my torn shirt and I retreat into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I lean both hands on the counter and study my reflection in the mirror. My red lips are swollen from his kisses and my breasts are covered with burn marks from his stubble. Love bites mark my neck in more than one place and there are bruises on the front of my hipbones from where his fingers were gripping while he thrust into me. Just thinking about it has me wanting him again and I’m disgusted with myself. What just happened was a huge mistake. I was just starting to feel better about him being out of my life and now I’m going to have to start all over again. But it’s going to be even worse because he remembers me. I stare at my own sad eyes in the mirror and I know what I have to do.
          I grab my black robe off the back of the door, wrap it around me and cinch the knot at the waist tight and tell myself I can do this. When I walk back into the living room, Kyle is standing in front of the windows looking out over the sunset. The New York City skyline is painted in pinks, oranges and purple swirls of color. It’s a beautiful reminder of how much I like being here and how I need to remain here for my internship.
          “I want you to leave now,” I blurt out.
          He looks at me, the surprise clearly showing on his face and I continue before he can try to sway me.
          “I like being here and I don’t want to come back to Boston yet. I like the person I’m becoming without you in my life. What just happened with us isn’t going to change anything.”
          He cuts me off. “How can you say that when it’s already changed? I remember everything. There’s nothing keeping us apart now.”
         If only it were that simple.  
          “Just because you remember us, doesn’t mean everything goes back to the way it was. You threw me away. You hurt me and I’m not going to give you the opportunity to do it again.”
          I can’t ever go through that again. I don’t want to love anyone like I love him. I won’t ever love anyone else like I love him.
          He steps toward me, his arms outstretched, and I take a step backward. I hold my hand up in front of me and shake my head. “Don’t. Please don’t make this harder than it already is for me. If you love me like you say you do, then I know you want me to be happy. Being here, working this job, is making me happy. We had our time and it was better than anything I’d ever imagined.” The tears I’ve been holding back slip out of my eyes and run down my cheeks. “But now it’s over and we need to move on,” I whisper. “I’ve already started to move on.”
          “Yeah, I noticed,” he says with a scowl.
          “I’m not talking about Zack. He’s just a friend – a co-worker. I’m talking about the bigger picture, Kyle. I’m moving on with my life; with my career. It’s time for