It’s Sunday. She isn’t supposed to be here.

She’s supposed to be eating her way through half of Gino’s menu and watching the Sox game with her dad. Calling the ump a myopic cocksucker and cheering when the pitcher throws a strike.

Tess should be at home.

Where it’s safe.

Where there are witnesses.

Where I can knock on her door and ask her to please talk to me for just a second, to just hear me out, so I can plead Henley’s case while her father glares at me in the background.

She shouldn’t be alone.

And she sure as fuck shouldn’t be alone with me.

Because this is what happens.

Every. Single. Time.

I’ll feel like shit when it’s over.

I’ll apologize and tell her it won’t happen again.

She’ll tell me she hates me.

And I’ll tell her I’m glad.

She’ll tell me to stay away from her.

And I’ll tell her I will, even though I know it’s a goddamned lie.

Because I tried and I can’t.

I can’t do it.

That’s what will happen when this is over.

Knowing that doesn’t stop me.

I don’t even tap the fucking breaks.

She says my name. Or least she tries to.

“I told you last night.” I use the grip I have on her to pull her even closer, a quick jerk that plants me between her thighs. Pushes them open. Steals her breath.

I stretch over her, my hands on either side of her head, elbows bent just enough to close the cage around her. “We aren’t finished.” When I said it last night, I meant it, same as now. Watching her walk out on me, it took every shred of decency I’ve managed to cultivate over the last nine years to not chase her down. Drag her back. Take her to bed and keep her there. Make her come so much and so hard she can’t remember her own goddamned name. Until she’s as fucking wrecked as I am. Until she admits that I’m right.

Because Tess and I aren’t finished.

We’ll never be finished.

I know that.

I’ve always known that.

“You’re right.” She looks up at me, her hazel eyes wide. Cheeks flushed. Tongue pushing between her lips to lick at the ring she has hooked in it. “We’re not finished.”

It takes a second for me to realize what she just said.

What it means.

Lifting a hand, I wedge it into the narrow space between her chest and mine. Finding the neck of her coveralls, I hook my fingers around the side of it and give it a short, sharp jerk, ripping them open to the waist.

I pull the coveralls down, over her shoulders, to reveal the thin, white tank she’s wearing underneath. Looking down at her, my already throbbing cock starts to pound against the front of my jeans. Her perfect little tits are inches from my mouth, nipples hard, pushing against the worn fabric stretched across her chest, practically begging for my tongue. “Do you ever wear a bra?” I growl it at her, the thought of anyone but me seeing her like this pushing my face into a scowl.

Completely unimpressed, she laughs, arching her back, trying to work her arms loose from her coveralls. “I wore one last night.”

The image of her wrapped in nothing by black lace and tattoos leads to others. How good she tasted. How hot and wet she was against my tongue. How tight her fingers gripped my hair. How delicate and soft she felt in my hands.

“Tess.” I groan her name. Plant a hand, the entire width of it spanning her ribcage, and push her flat. She goes still and stares up at me, lips slightly parted, chest pumping so hard it brushes against mine, rubbing her nipples against my pecs with every breath.

Fisting my hand in her shirt, I peel it up until it’s banded across the top of her breasts, exposing them completely.

When all I do is look at her, Tess whimpers, trying to raise her arms but they’re trapped inside her coveralls. “Declan…” She huffs my name in frustration and squeezes her knees against my ribcage, trying to pull me closer.

I bend my elbow, lowering myself slowly. “I bet I can make you come…” I circle her nipple with the tip of my tongue while flexing my hips against her, dragging the hard length of my cock up the center of her. “Just like this.” I flick her with my tongue, giving her a devious grin when she jerks like I smacked her across the ass with a paddle. “Matter of fact…” She’s looking down at me, eyes dark and wild, panting softly, fingers twisting in the blanket under her. “I know for a fucking fact I can,” I say, right before I nip the hard tip of her breast with my teeth.

“Yes…” She moans, long and low in her throat. Turning her face into the arm I have planted next to her head, she squeezes her eyes shut. “Do it. Please, Declan. Do—” Lifting her hips off the bed of the truck, she angles them to meet my stroke, grinding her pussy against me, mewling my name softly. When I pull her nipple into my mouth for a slow, hard suck, she starts to pant, reminding me how responsive she is. How sensitive. How hard I can make her come. That she’ll let me do anything I want to her.

Anything.

Jesus Christ.

Rearing up, I yank the sleeves of her coveralls down, freeing her arms. Over her hips and down her legs in an instant, leaving only her jeans between us. Ripping them open, I jerk them down just enough to make room for my hand. Her hips come up again, tilting into the pressure of my hand as I stroke two fingers into her, fast and hard, groaning deep in my throat at the feel of her, soft and wet, closing around me.

I lean into her again, bracing myself up with one arm, so I’m angled over her. “That’s it, baby…” I nuzzle her neck when she throws her head back, a moan humming in her throat. “Let me feel you.” I pump and stroke her with my fingers. Slick tight, hot circles over her swollen clit until she’s panting against my neck. Making soft, desperate sounds that start to pull me apart.

“Shit—” She throws her hands up, bracing them against the wall of the truck bed above her head to absorb the shock of my fingers thrusting inside her. “I need—”

“I know…” I groan, lifting my head so I can see her face. “I know, baby but I need you to come for me first.” I add another finger, stretching her pussy so wide she gasps, her eyes flying open. Dipping my head, I close my mouth over one of her nipples, sucking and nipping her so hard she screams.

“Ohmygod.” Tess starts to shake, arching into me. Twisting under me while her hips buck and jerk against me uncontrollably, her pussy gripping and flexing around my fingers while she comes so hard I can feel the pull of it milking my cock.

“Fuck” Before I know what I’m doing, her pants are gone and so are mine. I’m on my back and I have her lifted, straddling my hips, her dripping wet pussy hovering above the thick, blunt head of my bare cock.

Reason pushes its way in.

“I don’t have—I mean… shit.” I squeeze my eyes shut against the sight of her so I can think clearly. “I didn’t plan for this. Let me just—”

She reaches down to wrap her hand around my shaft, giving my cock a long, slow stroke that pulls a steady stream of pre-cum from its tip. “I can’t wait,” she says, tilting her hips so she can notch the head of my cock against her entrance. “Please, Declan...” The second her soft, wet slit splits around the head of my bare cock she lets out a deep, satisfied moan, her head falling back as I lower her slowly, afraid to so much as breath because she feels too good and I’ve been without her for too long.

“Tess…” Her name comes out on little more than a dry croak, the last of it sliding away on a groan when I feel myself bottom out inside her. Trying to catch my breath, I look up at her. Run my hands along her smooth thighs. Across her stomach and up the ladder of her ribs, my fingers brushing against the tattoo inked into them. A dandelion, half shattered, its seed pods floating on an invisible breeze, tucked under her breast, as close to her heart as possible.

She reaches up and pulls my hands away, settling them on her hips before lifting herself along the length of my cock, almost to the tip before lowering herself again.

“Fuck...” I push it through clenched teeth, my fingers digging into her ass. My eyes rolling back in my head when she does it again, falling forward to brace her hands on my chest, her hips pumping and flexing against mine while I fight off the urge to come that’s spiraling up the length of my shaft.

“Come in me, Declan.” She moans it, her tight, slick pussy working along the shaft of my cock. Her small, round breasts swaying with every stroke. Cheeks still warm and flushed from the orgasm I just gave her. Another building in its wake. “I want to feel you—”

“Fuck.” I shout it this time, burying myself in her before reaching up to pull her against me. Flipping us over, I pound my cock into her, so hard and deep she cries out, her core rippling around me, head kicked back while she comes all over me, the grip and pull of her pussy milking my cock so powerful I don’t have a choice.

I’ve never had a choice.

Not when it comes to her.

I let go with a rough shout, burying myself deep inside her with a final thrust, feeling my balls contract and my back go tight, seconds before I’m coming with her.