Fighting: Fighting for Forever Part 29

He shakes his head, almost as if he's battling against my words, trying to physically push them from his ears.

"Even in her death, she saved me."

His gaze jumps to mine, jaw slack.

"Her death brought me to you."

"If you believe that, then stay with me." He leans forward. "Don't do this. It's not worth it."

He doesn't get it. I crawl off the bed to the floor in front of him. His eyes watch me warily as I push to sit on my knees between his open feet. "She was sliced from here"-I turn my head and run my finger from my ear to the corner of my mouth-"to here. Like they were trying to cut her jaw from her face."

He turns away. "Stop, I don't-"

"Look at me."

His eyes dart back to mine then follow my finger to my neck.

"Then to here." I trace my fingertip down the side of my breast, making X's at my nipples. "Here." I slide my finger down my sternum and across my stomach. "Here he criss-crossed." Back and forth I drag my finger across my bellyb.u.t.ton, lower to between my legs. "All the way down." I lower my hand until- He catches my wrist hard and tosses my hand away. "f.u.c.kin' enough! I got it." He rubs his eyes, as if the visual is playing in his head. "So, what? You plan on seducing this man to get him to spill?"

The simple answer is yes. It's worked before. The right combination of liquor and my body has loosened Hatchet's lips in the past. I know I can do it again. I have to. "It works." My cheeks heat with shame.

"Men aren't that stupid." He grimaces as if he hears the lie in his own words.

"Women have been using their bodies to get what they want since the beginning of time."

He doesn't respond.

"I'm begging you, Mason, to let me do this for her. I'm asking you to wait for me. Please, don't let this be good-bye."

"I can't. I . . ." He drops his head back and closes his eyes. "Knowing that you're giving your body to someone else, sharing yourself with another man, is more than I can handle, Trix."

"My body is just a sh.e.l.l. It's-"

"Nothing but skin and nerves. I know. You've made that clear." He laces his fingers behind his neck and drops his chin. "f.u.c.k!"

"Except when I'm with you." I place my hand on his knee, and when he doesn't flinch away, I run it down the length of his thigh, scooting myself closer so that I'm between his c.o.c.ked legs. "Every time, from our first kiss until now, my body has been yours. My heart, mind. G.o.d, Mase, it's like my very soul has belonged to you since day one." I run my palms up his bare chest to his shoulders until he finally looks at me. "You've seen me dance. You know what everyone else is seeing isn't really me. Only you have seen the real me, and I need you to know that you're the only man who ever will."

A long desperate sigh falls from his lips.

"I'm in love with you, Mason. You're the one I want. Forever." I slide my hands to his, which are fisted at his side. "Let me prove it to you."

His eyebrows drop low and he c.o.c.ks his head. Pus.h.i.+ng to stand, I pull him to his feet and lead him to stand at the foot of the bed. Without a doubt in my mind, I pull off the T-s.h.i.+rt and let it fall to the floor.

"I told you I was saving a part of me, a very private part of me for the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with." I sit onto the bed, and he tracks every movement with flawless concentration. "This is my commitment to you."

I drop to my back and take a shuddered breath as I lay myself out before him and pray he doesn't reject me.

He's silent for a minute that slowly ticks into two. I squirm as his gaze glides over every inch of my body.

And here is the deciding moment, the choice I've laid out before him.

Choose me or walk away.

Mason It's so close to everything I've ever wanted. I have her love, her distant future, but not her loyalty. Not her body. Not her heart, at least, not completely.

Her desire to solve her sister's murder isn't what shocks me most; it's the irrational idea that she'll be able to do it on her own. And if she thinks I'm going to sit on the sidelines twiddling my thumbs while she throws herself and her naked body in front of a man who's not only unsafe but tied to a murderer, she's out of her motherf.u.c.king mind.

I put a knee to the bed between her open legs, their golden length spread out before me as a runway to the heaven that waits between them. My hands smooth over her ankles, up the thin contours of her s.h.i.+ns to her knees. She takes a shaky breath and chews her lip.

"Are you scared?" My voice is low and harsh.

"Yes, only scared that you'll take what you want and walk away."

What I want. Ha. It's almost laughable. What I want is her heart, the one thing she doesn't seem able to give until she finishes what she started. "Do you trust me?"

"I love you. But I don't know if you love me, and that makes this scary."

Ah, so she thinks I'll take the one thing she's saved of herself and throw her away right after. Trix, you don't know me at all.

Rather than set her mind at ease, I continue to run my palms up her smooth thighs, pressing them apart farther and farther with each stroke until her knees are bent and her feet are flat on the bed.

My breath catches in my throat at the view before me: her lush little body open and practically trembling with antic.i.p.ation while her chest rises and falls with quickened breath.

I lean over her, making sure to keep my hips high. I know how badly she needs to be touched, but by the time I get my mouth between her legs, I want her begging, desperate to be reminded of what we have.

"This"-I dip down to suck one firm nipple deep into my mouth-"and this"-I move to the other and do the same, this time clamping down with my teeth and leaving a mark-"are mine." It's animalistic, barbaric, but I need to mark her. I dip to the hidden cavern beneath her breast and suck the tender flesh deep into my throat. She gasps, arching into my mouth. I suck her deeper and groan when she lifts her hips to rub against my d.i.c.k. With a firm grip, I press her hips to the bed and release her to find a dark purple spot where my mouth once was.

"Tell me you're mine." I need to hear her confirmation.

She nods, her lips parted with her panting breath. "All yours."

I move to her face and drop a kiss to her forehead. "I want your mind"-I kiss her eyelids-"your dreams." I lick at the seam of her mouth. "No secrets between us."

"Mm-hmm." Her hands fist into my hair, but I pull them free and press them above her head with one hand.

I continue to kiss down her body, only freeing my hold on her hands when I'm at her ribcage. She keeps them high above her head as I explore the dips of her abdomen, the peaks of her hipbones, and the soft cus.h.i.+on of her inner thighs.

"Beatriks," I call up to her from my position between her legs.

She fidgets before me; her hips jack off the bed searching for contact.

"I want you to watch every f.u.c.king second. Don't take your eyes off me, understand?" Fire rages through my veins, and as much as I want to please her, I want to torture her for what she's asking of me. Push her to the brink of insanity so that she can get a sliver of an idea of how crazy she's making me.

She pushes up to her elbows, her eyes heavy with hunger as she pores over the view.

"Tell me you want this." I run my tongue along her inner thigh, moaning at the sweet scent of her skin. "Beg me for it." I switch to the other thigh, alternating between long drags of my tongue and deep bites that leave indentations. A roar threatens to burst from my chest at marking her skin, even if only temporarily. "I can't hear you." It's the last chance she'll get because after I take this from her there will be no turning back for me.

She whimpers as my lips inch closer to where she wants me. "I want this," she says around a moan. "Please, I need you."

With that, I incline my head and take the first sweet taste of her. I groan deep in my throat at the honeyed tang of her tender flesh. Her loud gasp is followed by a low rumble of satisfaction as she rolls her hips into my mouth.

My tongue floods with the luscious flavor so unique to Trix I can't help but feel in this moment that it was created only for me. I nip at her most sensitive parts, alternating between short flicks of my tongue and long, deep swipes.

Time pa.s.ses and I'm completely lost to her body. Every sound, every muscle that tenses I can see and feel beneath my hands. I say a silent prayer, knowing I'm the luckiest b.a.s.t.a.r.d alive to have this, accepting this gift from a woman who's held onto it for so long. And now it's mine. She's offered it to me along with her love, and I will h.o.a.rd it as long as she'll allow.

"This is . . . I'm . . ." She shakes her head, unable to complete a sentence before I sense the pulsing of her impending o.r.g.a.s.m.

I add two fingers, and she drops back to the bed. Her back bows as she presses harder into my mouth and cries out my name.

So f.u.c.king perfect.

A guttural sigh rolls from what seems like her toes to her lips, and she throbs against my mouth. I lap my tongue over her, sucking and licking until her legs fall open and her muscles loosen.

"Mase, I'm . . ." She shakes her head again.

I move from between her legs up her body, this time allowing my weight to press down on her so she can feel the full extent of what she does to me.

Before I kiss her, I notice a small tear escape her eye.

Please, tell me she doesn't regret what she's given me. "Baby, why?"

She wipes it away and flashes a tiny grin. "I'm fine. I just . . . I love you."

I dip down and place a kiss on her lips, loving the way she darts out her tongue to taste herself from my mouth. My hips flex, and she pulls her mouth from mine before lifting her leg to hook her toes into the elastic of my shorts.

"Off."

Together we push my shorts down my legs, and I kick them to the floor, re-settling myself between her warm and welcoming thighs.

I take in her face, cheeks pink, lips plump, and eyelids heavy. My fingers trace her hairline down to her jaw and over her lower lip. "You're so beautiful, Beatriks."

She grips my biceps and wiggles beneath me to take me into her body.

"Wait, baby." I lean over to the bedside table, but her legs wrap around my waist.

"No, don't. I'm on the pill." Her gaze falls to my neck and she blushes. "I'm clean, I promise. I know you have no reason to trust me, but-"

My mouth covers hers and she sucks my tongue so hard I almost explode. "I'm clean too." I breathe before she takes my mouth again. "I trust you."

I push up on my elbows and align our bodies, dizzy from my racing pulse. I groan and drop my forehead to hers at the wet warmth that envelops me. My chest throbs with all the things I'm feeling; all the conflicting emotions do battle within my head.

Whether I agree to her ridiculous plan or not, she's going to move forward and I'll have to live knowing she's giving this to someone else. Sharing what I've claimed as my own with a man who'll never love her as much as I do.

My blood fires with the unfairness of it all, and I thrust hard into her. She cries out and presses her head back into the pillow. If she loves me, really loves me, how can she expect this of me? I power into her again and her body lurches beneath me. No male in his right mind would knowingly allow his woman to be with someone else. My hips flex hard, fast, half loving and half hate-f.u.c.king. Her mouth drops open with the power of my thrusts. I want her to feel me between her legs every time she looks at another man, remember that I'm the only one who owns her heart, the only man she's ever given every part of her body to.

I want her to hurt as bad as she's hurting me.

I pull back and flip her to her belly then grip her hips to pull her a.s.s up to take me again. A growl rips from my chest as I enter her from behind, deeper this time, and she moans into the sheets.

Over and over I slam into her body, punis.h.i.+ng her and hating myself for it. Hating her for making me love her and then taking herself away. Fury and l.u.s.t shred through my veins until my muscles tense. My thighs tighten as every plunge seems to bring me deeper. f.u.c.k, this woman, I despise what she's doing and love every square inch of her.

She's loyal to a fault, honest, viciously protective, and f.u.c.k, but I love her fight.

Love her.

So b.a.l.l.s deep in love with her.

Blinding white light flashes behind my eyelids. I drop to her back, crus.h.i.+ng her beneath my weight as my o.r.g.a.s.m overtakes me. My teeth sink softly into her shoulder and an almost inhuman sound vibrates in the back of my throat. Sweat covers my body as my release seems unending. I fight to catch my breath, the muscles in my back uncoil, and I drift in a post-o.r.g.a.s.mic haze.

I roll to my back, my mind replaying what just happened in agonizing detail. It was too rough, too angry. I'd lost control. I throw my forearm over my eyes. I can't look at her, can't stand to see the disappointment in- Her soft body curls up to my side.

What?

Her hand pushes my forearm off my face until my view is filled with her pinched expression. "What are you thinking about?"

I exhale hard and shake my head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have . . ." f.u.c.ked you like that. I'm an a.s.shole.

She pushes a few strands of hair off my forehead. "I understand." Her eyes drop to my chest. "I knew by telling you how I felt, giving you the only piece of me I had left to give, I was taking a chance. If you don't feel the same w-"

I shove my fingers into her hair and fist hard enough to sting. Her eyes widen and dart to mine.

"Listen and listen f.u.c.king good, Beatriks Langley."

She blinks, and I can see fear flicker behind her eyes.

I pull her face so close to mine that I can feel her breath. "I'm so in love with you I don't know my own f.u.c.kin' name anymore. There's not a thing in the world I wouldn't break my back to give you. If it meant making you happy, I'd give up everything I have, everything I've worked for. You name it; it's yours."

She attempts to shake her head, but my firm hold doesn't allow her much movement. "Do you . . .? Are you saying you'll-?"

"I'm p.i.s.sed as h.e.l.l. Madder than I've ever been in my entire life about what you're asking me to do, but there's no way I can say no to you. I'm angry, h.e.l.l, I'm f.u.c.king furious at you, but I love you more."

A single tear drips from her eye and lands on my lip. I lick it off, tasting the salt of her revenge, the bitterness of the hard decisions she's had to make, the heat of her sacrifices. I'll be d.a.m.ned if I'm capable of letting her go now.

She sniffs. "I love you." Another tear threatens to fall, but before it can, I pull her to my lips and kiss it away, along with every one that comes after.

"Love you too, baby." Even though loving her is probably going to kill me.

Twenty-eight.

Trix "Mmmm." The sound of my own pleasure wakes me from a deep sleep. I blink open my eyes against the force of arousal that demands they slam shut.

I dip my chin, peering between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and down my belly to see a mop of blond hair between my legs and two strong hands gripping my thighs.