Boost by Vi Summers

 

Chapter 46

-Raf-

 

 

“Raf! Rafael, don’t you dare walk out that door!”

She could yell and scream all she wanted, but it wouldn’t change my mind. I was fucking out.

“Rafael, please,” Greer implored again, this time as a plea laced with heartbreak and regret. “His name was Bryce.”

Against my better judgement I paused, closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath to brace myself. “Don’t, Greer.”

“I have to.”

Numbly, I half-turned and met her stricken gaze. It burned and triggered emotions that turned me to stone. There was nothing, nothing that would stop me loving her, and that crushed the fuck out of my soul.

“Baby-”

“I’m sorry. Raf. That was incredibly insensitive of me and completely out of line. I didn’t mean it to be so hurtful. Please, don’t go.”

“I have to.”

“You don’t.” She rushed forward and reached for my arm, only to recoil before touching. “Please, I’m sorry. I need you to stay.”

Bitches begging normally annoyed the fuck out of me, but the gravity of Greer’s expression cut straight into my shredded heart and swung off the strings. I’d already walked away once, and it was the most excruciating experience aside from learning my mamá would never walk or talk properly again. I wasn’t strong enough to walk away from Greer a second time, and that was why I needed her to break me.Make me leave. Deny me of what I wanted the most, so I didn’t have to do it to myself.

“I can’t, Greer.”

“Do you love me?”

I turned fully then and shoved my hands into the front pockets of my jeans. Anything to stop me from reaching for her.

“So much that I can’t tell if I’m more broken now, or before we met.”

A victorious smirk could have formed on her pretty face, but it didn’t. Instead, the troubled crease between her eyebrows deepened and her eyes flicked back and forth between mine.

She took a small step closer, and like the lure of medusa, I couldn’t tear my focus away.

“Are you going to ask me?”

“No.”

The effort to keep her away from my most vulnerable spots was agonizing, and with every inch closer she drew closer, the more I weakened. I couldn’t stand to hear her say she loved me. Not when I needed to distance myself from her for her own good.

She arched a brow. “You don’t want to hear me say that I love you?”

I swallowed thickly. “No.”

“I don’t believe you.”

In a split-second reaction, my hand caught hers before her fingers contacted my arm. “No touching.”

What I saw in her beautiful eyes scared the ever-loving fuck out of me.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Hissing a curse, I clenched my teeth so hard they ached. “You don’t love me, Greer. You just can’t.”

She was only meant to be a bit of fun. A challenge. I never anticipated falling for her so damn hard it hurt almost as much as the thought of losing her.

Her chin lifted in a challenge. “I can love whoever the hell I want, and that person is you. I don’t know exactly when it happened, but it did and I won’t take it back. All I’m asking is that you quit running.” She took a step back yet didn’t tug her hand out of my grasp. “How many people can stand before you and tell you that they accept you for who you are? Past and all? Mistakes and all?”

I bowed my head. I could count on one hand; my mother, grandparents, Colt, and now Greer. Even my own sister still hadn’t come to terms with what I did for her and mamá.

“Me! I’m doing that,” Greer cried.

With a sharp tug that made her gasp, I pulled her against my chest and locked her in place with one hand on the small of her back. My breath punched in and out of my lungs as if I’d been running from the cops. I was torn between continuing my fight to push her away and becoming consumed by her accepting me for who I was.

The moment Greer took my face in her hands cut me down. My resolve faltered, and I dropped my forehead to hers.

“We shouldn’t,” I murmured, despite my soul burning for her to own me.

“We already did.”

I rolled my forehead against hers as I tried to deny myself. “Not anymore, mamacita.”

During the pause, she swallowed. “I really am sorry about what I said. It’s not like me to be such a bitch.”

I tilted my head back and deadpanned, “Believe me, I’ve encountered worse.”

“Still, that’s no excuse for what I said. It was so out of line-”

“It’s fine.”

“Is it though?” The raw heartache in her gaze had me melting.

I shook my head in disbelief. “Baby, I should have walked out the door five minutes ago, but couldn’t bring myself to do it.”

Greer’s hand connected with the side of my head and initiated a fierce kiss fueled by hasty decisions and all-consuming need.

I hummed against her mouth, and my hands were on her body without further invitation. Tangling my fingers in her long hair, I tugged to the side to angle her mouth. Fingernails raking over my scalp urged me on, and I kissed her as if she was the air my life depended on.

Her deathly-high stilettos gave her enough height that wrapping her leg around my waist was effortless, just like boosting her into my arms was. I stalked the few steps to the kitchen island and pressed against her while devouring all she gave me. Kissing with hunger that left us equally breathless.

My cock ached painfully with the anticipation of sinking into Greer’s tight heat. The thought alone had me groaning aloud as I peeled her skin-tight pants down her long legs. The wait was agonizing, and the longer it took, the more impatient I became.

“Fucking fuck, I can’t wait for these to come off. Elbows and knees, baby girl. Knees wide.”

She dropped at my demand and waited with her ass in the air while I all but tore my jeans and underwear off. My boots got kicked, and I lost balance when tugging at my socks with an urgency that had me fumbling.

I wrenched her G-string and tossed it away when it snapped, then dived—literally dived—headlong between her ass cheeks. I groaned as I licked her exposed pussy like the starved man I was. Her pelvis tilted higher and her chest got lower to the kitchen tiles, giving me inhibited access to her holy land.

The more my tongue worked, the more I craved. Greer’s wanton moans heightened my lust-filled frenzy, blinding me by the sheer primal need to claim her in any way I could.

“Oh God, I’m close,” she whispered on an exhale.

My balls ached when she whimpered, rocking against my face and angling her hips to exactly where she needed my tongue to pleasure.

Her sounds of orgasmic bliss crescendoed until they reached breaking point. One last lick pushed her over the edge, and I sucked and devoured everything she gave me as she rode out the lengthy orgasm. I couldn’t fucking wait a second longer.

I was on my feet and positioning above her before she had the chance to come down from the high. Thrusting into her with one shunt, I stilled as I fought to hold myself together.

“Grip the floor, mamacita,” I growled, getting a kick when her hands pressed onto the tiles but otherwise found nothing to hold.

Gripping her by the hips, my thighs burned as I relentlessly pistoned in and out. Setting a punishing rhythm. Utterly blinded by lust. I clenched my teeth and pounded into her.

Cream gathered at the base of my cock and created a carnal growl deep in my chest. I thrust rougher, pulled her in to meet me each time I slammed into her. Faster. Harsher. Until I came so hard a ragged scream tore from my throat.

Flopping forward, my hands hit the cold tiles on either side of Greer’s elbows. I panted onto the back of her neck. “Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck.”

Greer let out a giggle and then a sated groan when my cock pulsed inside her. “I needed that.”

“Not as much as I did,” I mumbled.

Righting myself and pulling out of her, I cupped the remaining cum threatening to drip. “Stay as you are, I’ll grab you some tissue.”

I hastened to the bathroom, returned with a wad of tissue for her to clean up with, then headed back. I was washing my hands by the time she shuffled in with my underwear.

I smirked and plucked them from her pinched fingertips, pulling them on and adjusting my dick for comfort.

Greer gave me an unashamed once-over before she started to wash up. “Does this mean we can talk now?”

My eyes met hers in the mirror and I tipped my head back. “Can I fuck you again first?”

“No, but maybe afterward.”

Rolling my tongue across my lip, I took a little time to appreciate what I’d just tapped, already wanting more.

“That ain’t a maybe, baby girl.”

A coy smile was hidden behind her veil of silky hair as soon as she ducked her head, but I caught the amused twitch of her mouth.

“Greer?” I swallowed down the spike of trepidation when her gaze found mine. “Let’s get this over with.”

I took her hand in mine and led her to my own crucifixion.