Her eyes slowly open as she lets out a breath and that’s when I slam into her again. She bucks forward, a small cry uttering from her lips and I wait again for her to look back at me.

“You need to watch me, sweetheart,” I say with an even voice even though it’s really a demand.

I’ll show her who she belongs to and how good I’ll be to her. But she has to watch me, she needs to see it all and know this is exactly what she wanted. That she wanted me.

She rests her cheek against the car and keeps her eyes on me as I thrust into her again and again, pulling all the way out and then slamming all the way back in. It’s difficult to keep the groans low but I do, and she does what she’s told, staying quiet and watching me as I fuck her like she deserves to be fucked.

The sound of tires squealing above us makes her squirm beneath me, but I hush her and lower myself closer to her. Leaning down, I push my chest against her back and kiss her gently on the lips. “They won’t see.” My hand slips between us and lifts up the front of her dress, lightly running along her clit.

I play with her, teasing and rubbing while watching her writhe under me. “Look at me,” I command her and she’s quick to turn her eyes to me. They reflect nothing but torturous pleasure and the need to cry out her release. She’s gorgeous and I could make this easy for her. I really could. I could fuck her quickly and take her over the edge so she doesn’t have to fight the urge for long. I could let her close her eyes and look away.

But I’m not interested in that.

Jules is going to see. I won’t let her think this is all pretend and something that it’s not.

I’m going to give her everything she needs. I’m going to make it all right again and she’s going to love me for it. I couldn’t care less if that makes me a prick.

It doesn’t matter how it’s going to end, just that it happens this way. Right here and right now.

“Mason.” She whispers my name as her release takes her gently, her soft folds taking me deeper into her. I have to wait for her to stop trembling, a cold sweat breaking out along my skin before moving my fingers to her lips. I wish she were naked so I could see every inch of her. So I could see the flush that’s creeping up her chest.

“Turn around.” I give her the simple command and she obeys, her chest rising and falling unsteadily and her legs still trembling slightly.

“This is going to be quick,” I tell her and then grab her hips in both my hands and angle her how I want her. I glance up to make sure she’s still watching and just like the good girl she is, those gorgeous pale blue eyes are on me. I piston my hips, surprising her as she braces her limp body against the car. The intensity of the raw fuck makes her bottom lip drop with a silent scream as her body tightens. I fist her hair again and pull her head back.

“Mason.” My name is a twisted word of desperation on her lips.

“Cum for me,” I tell her, moving my other hand to her clit again to strum her swollen nub.

She screams out for the first time and I’m quick to bite her neck. Hard. It’s a punishment for not obeying me and it only makes her struggle against me harder. And only makes her impending release that much more intense.

I fucking love it. I love what I do to her and how much pleasure it gives her. How she makes me forget everything when we’re together like this.

Her body goes rigid and her pussy tightens around my cock. She struggles to breathe and her head falls back as she looks at the cement ceiling, her climax threatening to crash through her.

I nip her chin and move the hand that was gripping her hair to her face. I stare into her eyes as her body shudders and her neck arches, her hair draping over my shoulder. Her face is the epitome of sinful ecstasy. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck,” I groan as she finds her release. It only takes four more thrusts, riding through her orgasm and taking her that much higher until I find my own release. My balls draw up and my spine tingles. I bury my head in her neck as my cock pulses deep inside of her.

The sounds of our heavy breathing surround us for a long moment.

I kiss the side of her neck right where she’s marked from my bite, running my nose along her soft skin and breathing in her scent. Her legs are still shaking and a shudder runs down her body as I pull my lips away from her. She’s perfectly sated, just as she should be.

“You’re mine, Jules,” I murmur but make sure it’s loud enough for her to hear and watch for her reaction. Her long lashes flutter as she opens her eyes and looks back at me. I pull her panties back into place and fix her dress.

“Mason,” she says, whispering my name as her forehead creases and her eyes beg me to take it back.

“No, you want me and I want you. You’re mine.”

She bites down on her bottom lip and says, “I’m not okay.” Her voice hitches and her words crack. She closes her eyes and speaks as if it truly pains her to say the words. “I don’t know if I can be good for you.”

I rest my forehead against hers and ask her, “Why are you so afraid?”

“I don’t think this can just be sex for me,” she says. I cup her jaw in my hand and brush my thumb across her cheek. “I think I’m going to want more. I think I already—” she stops as her voice cracks again.

My body feels unbearably tense, each breath hurting my chest. Why am I doing this to her? Why can’t I just let her go? Because I’m a selfish prick and I can’t help myself. “I can give you more,” I whisper in the air between us, knowing it’s what she wants to hear. “We can see how it works between us in private, and keep things quiet in public?”

I’m giving her exactly what she wants, just to keep her.

I’m an asshole for doing it, knowing I can never be what she really needs and wants.

Her eyes light up and that soft smile reappears on her face. She brightens with hope and my shy girl comes back to me. “Are you sure?” she says, still panting, barely recovered from what I’ve already done to her. “You aren’t going to break my heart?”

She has no idea that she should be running from me. I’m well aware that I should turn her away regardless. Instead I smile down at her and kiss the tip of her nose. “I’m sure,” I tell her and hate myself that much more.

Julia

There’s no rhyme or reason for when the memories come back. There’s nothing I can pinpoint that triggers it. Nothing that I can blame.

Lying in Mason’s arms, naked and warm, the two of us each working on our laptops in comfortable silence, there’s not a damn reason that I should be thinking of Jace, but I am.

I don’t want to. Even as I scoot my back close to the sofa, I try to rid myself of the images of him smiling at me. When I’d wake up in the morning, Jace would push the hair from my face and give me a quick kiss. Always on the lips, no matter how much I tried to dodge them. He thought it was cute how I didn’t want him to smell my morning breath.

Moments like that, moments we shared together that were easy and fun, where we fit beautifully together, those hurt the most when I remember. I let out an uneasy sigh and try to relax, ignoring Mason’s eyes on me.

You’d think I’d be happy that I had that at one point in time. That I had a man who loved me and whom I loved too. It’s easy to say: I’ll be glad because it happened and not sad because it’s over. But the truth is I can’t say that, because I don’t mean it.