Chapter 3

Tommy

Lust overrodeevery other emotion as I slammed up deep inside of her.

More than three years of pent-up anger, frustration, and longing erupted out of me in the gruffest, most violent coupling I’d ever experienced. It was like someone else was in control as I fucked her, driving my cock into her repeatedly, squeezing her throat with one hand and her ass with the other.

Her pussy was as tight and warm as I remembered, taking every inch and she responded with all the little sounds I’d always loved. I knew all her buttons, and a few she’d probably forgotten, but I was in no position to remind her of them. We were in a graveyard, in the middle of the night, with the potential to get arrested for indecent exposure at any moment.

But there was no way I was stopping.

I went at her harder than I’d ever gone at anyone, slamming into her with enough force to make her bounce up off my dick and land back on it again. It was beautiful torment, knowing I was hurting her as much as I was pleasuring her. Knowing she wanted this but also that she wanted me to stop. Knowing I still had the power to take what I wanted from her, that she was unable to refuse me.

“That’s right, you take it until I’m done,” I panted, not letting up even as she cried out.

“Tommy!”

“Too much?” I goaded her, three years of frustration bubbling to the surface in a cauldron of love, hate, and unrequited love. “Too bad.” I kept going, pounding away inside of her like her pussy belonged to me.

Because it did.

I hadn’t been the first, and I wouldn’t be the last, but I’d be the one she’d never forget.

I’d make sure of it, no matter how intense it had to be.

“Tommy, please…let me come! Tommy!” She moaned my name, digging her fingers into my hair and dragging my mouth to hers.

I kissed her because I couldn’t help it, claiming her mouth the way I claimed her pussy, with wild abandon and a reckless lack of control.

Her pussy clamped around my cock, pulling me even deeper.

Not for the first time, I remembered the early days, when we’d thought harder and deeper would somehow increase our chances of making a baby. Until the devastating news that a teenage case of the mumps had essentially left me sterile. There had never been any chance of a baby.

Not with me anyway.

So she’d gone and gotten that from my best friend.

One mistake had sent her right to his waiting arms, and I had no one to blame but myself. I’d known Carter wanted her even more than he wanted me. I’d known what would happen if I let her see what her future might look like without me.

And I’d done it anyway.

Shame and fury drove me to punch into her repeatedly, our bodies slapping loudly in the otherwise quiet cemetery.

And somewhere, somehow, Carter was watching.

Watching me take the woman he loved.

Just like he’d watched when he was alive.

He’d gotten off watching her rock against me, her body covered in sweat as she let me rut into her like a dog in heat.

I couldn’t stop.

I’d never been able to.

When she convulsed and screamed my name, I knew she was going over the edge, so I followed her there. Our bodies slammed together a dozen more times until she’d milked every drop from me, and then I did it a few more times just to prove that I could.

Abruptly, I pulled out, setting her roughly on her feet and stepping away as her knees buckled.

Ah, shit.

I couldn’t let her fall.

I grabbed her before she hit the ground, holding her against my chest.

She instantly nestled against me, a deep sigh leaving her, and my heart constricted painfully.

Why did I always give in?

Why couldn’t I just walk away?

Even after how rough I’d been, I couldn’t just leave her here in the dark. Alone. It was a nice cemetery, but not the best area of town, and I would never forgive myself if something happened to her.

But that was as far as it would go.

I held her but didn’t say anything because I couldn’t.

If I allowed myself to feel bad—hell, to feel anything—I’d say or do something stupid. I couldn’t afford to because she didn’t love me.

“Can you stand?” I asked gruffly.

“I…” Her voice trailed and she cleared it. “Yes. I think so.”

“There you go.” I slowly released her, making sure her knees wouldn’t buckle again before I let go of her arm. Then I turned and stuffed my cock back in my sweats.

Jesus.

What had we just done?

She’d wanted it, but I’d never been so brutal before.

“You should call an Uber,” I said finally.

“Yeah, because getting into an Uber at four in the morning while topless is a great solution.”

Aw, hell.

I’d done that too.

And she was right.

I couldn’t send her off into the night topless.

I yanked off my denim jacket and handed it to her. “Here. Put this on. I’ll drive you home. I’ve got the bike.”

“Do you have an extra helmet?” she demanded, taking the jacket from me and sliding her arms into it.

“You can use mine. This time of night, no one will notice.”

There I went again, being nice.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

“You ready?” I didn’t wait for her to answer and started walking toward where I’d left my bike.

“Why did you even come here?” She called after me.

“What?” I turned and glared at her.

“Why did you even come?” she repeated. “You didn’t spend any time with Carter!”

I threw up my hands. “Carter is dead. There’s no spending time with him. People come to cemeteries to pay their respects.”

“Which you didn’t even do. So I repeat: Why did you come?”

I stared at her, suddenly confused and annoyed she was pressing me for answers I didn’t have. “Because it’s his fucking birthday. Why did you come?”

“Because I feel closer to him here.”

“I thought I might too. But I was wrong.” I started to walk again.

“God dammit, Tommy, where are you going?”

“Like I told you, I’m taking you home. And then I’m going home.”

I could hear her hurrying behind me. “Why are you walking so fast?”

“Jesus, Harley. It’s four in the morning. We need to get out of here before security catches us.”

“You weren’t worried about that ten minutes ago.”

“Neither were you.” I picked up speed, forcing her to do the same.

I had to get away from her.

The sooner the better.

Being intimate with her had been spontaneous torture.

Having her on the back of my bike would just add to it.

“You ready?” I asked, without looking at her. I handed her my helmet and then straddled my bike, waiting for her to get on behind me.

“Tommy, what—” she began.

“Look, all I’m doing is driving you home since it’s late and this isn’t the best neighborhood to get a ride. We had sex. Big deal. We’ve had sex thousands of times. We don’t need to talk about it.”

I felt her slide onto the bike behind me, her thighs pressed to the outsides of mine.

My dick distinctly remembered what it had felt like when she’d had her legs wrapped around me just ten minutes ago.

Fuckety-fuck.

I was hard again.

I forced myself to focus on the road.

“I don’t know where you live,” I called over my shoulder.

“Just over the hill,” she yelled back. “Take Laurel Canyon.”

I nodded and headed in that direction.

I lived on this side of the hill, so taking her home would take longer than I’d anticipated. And me without a helmet.

I really was an ass.

I turned right on Laurel Canyon, keeping my speed low as I drove across the winding road that led to the Valley. We’d lived in a Beverly Hills condo when we’d been married. I still lived in it. She’d obviously moved to a more residential area. A place where her son probably had a yard, and other kids to play with.

Regret shot through me, and I inadvertently picked up speed.

I had to get away from her.

“Turn left at the light,” she called when we’d gotten to the other side of the mountain that separated Los Angeles.

I pulled down a quiet, tree-lined street and she squeezed my shoulder to stop.

I waited for her to get off and remove the helmet, not looking at her as she handed it to me.

“You’re really not going to say anything?” she asked as she stood there.

“Nope.”

“You want to wait so I can put on a shirt and give you your jacket back?” she asked.

“You can give it to Presley and she’ll get it to me.” Presley was Zeke’s wife, and they were friendly.

She might have been saying something, but I snapped the helmet on and gunned the engine.

Then I took off down the street without looking back.