Clusterpuck (Vegas Crush #9)

33. The Dam has Broken

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the dam has broken

Lila

I sit at the table for a long time. We never even ordered our meals. The waitress comes and asks if my husband is coming back and I shake my head, near to tears. I order some soup and a random appetizer, not hungry but feeling the need to spend some money or something so I don’t waste a table for her.

I pick at my food, my stomach rolling with nerves. My hands rest there, on a barely there bump, as I wait to pay. What do I do? The reason I drove here wasn’t to fight with Tripp. It wasn’t to upset him. Honestly, I wanted to tell him I loved him. That I’ve always loved him. That it was never just sex for me.

Would I have chosen to get pregnant right now? Absolutely not. I’m only twenty-three, and I have a carefully crafted life plan that didn’t include marriage and children—at least not for quite some time. But it doesn’t matter, I’ve realized, because this is my reality now. I’m having our baby, and I will love him or her no matter what. It’s the way in which humans continue to populate the earth for eons of time, and I want to figure it out with my partner by my side.

I got in the car and drove here just so I could see him, so I could tell him that we can work this out. That it can be okay because I’m in love with him. But I realize, now, how stupid I am. Seeing him tonight? He didn’t even look happy to see me. He didn’t ask how the baby was. He left the table when I said it was obvious he didn’t want me. He just left me sitting here and didn’t say a word.

I push away from the table, ready to go to the car, to drive home and figure out my next steps. But something stops me from leaving. Maybe desperation. Maybe something else. I make my way to the elevator and hit the button for Tripp’s floor. I know his room number because I saw it on the key folio he sat on the table.

It takes me a moment to get the courage to knock on the door once I’m standing in front of it, though. Nerves threaten to send me running away. When I knock, it’s a sharp, demanding sound.

Tripp answers, shirtless. His broad, muscular chest is on full display, the top button of his jeans undone.

Good.

I step inside, the door slamming behind us, the sound filling the quiet, dark space. I push him to the couch, straddling him, kissing him like a woman who’s just found water in the desert.

This thirst has not dissipated. I thought it might, but it hasn’t. And things are so, so complicated. They’re so hard right now. But this? This is easy.

The chemistry between us nearly crackles through the space. He’s so hard between my legs, the rough texture of his jeans rubbing against the thin fabric of my panties.

His fingers slip between my legs, and he groans at the wetness there before pushing my panties aside, dipping a finger between my folds, pushing back and forth over my clit until I let out a breath of want and desire.

He pulls me up so that I’m on my knees, ripping my panties away like a thin sheet of paper. The cool air in the room on my hot, wet pussy makes me shiver. Tripp puts his hands on my ass and pulls me forward, his face buried in my sex, his tongue diving inside, teeth grazing my clit.

I grind against his face with wanton abandon, moaning like an animal. My hands are in his hair, his five-o’clock shadow scrapes against my sensitive skin. It’s too much. Too many emotions. Too much desire. It feels too good.

I come hard and fast and long, my orgasm taking my breath and my name and my conscious thought. I’m adrift, afloat, not of this world as the endorphins push through my body.

It could be another century by the time I come back to earth; I would have no idea. I just know I need him inside of me. I back away, pulling futilely at his jeans, which he unzips and shimmies down his legs, his massive cock hard and ready.

He fills me so completely as I ride him, my head thrown back as I take whatever I can from him. If this is goodbye, then I will leave knowing I took what I could, that I satisfied him as much as he satisfied me. He pulls my dress over my head and unsnaps my bra, leaving me totally naked, my breasts heavy and sensitive, my nipples hard.

Tripp’s mouth funds those hard nubs, his hands rough against my skin, his tongue rolling the hard pebbles of my nipples. It hurts when he bites, but the feeling strikes right to my core as I come again with a long moan.

His hands move the length of my skin, fingertips pushing into my skin. My lips find his and we kiss and kiss and kiss while I have orgasm after orgasm, barely remembering to breathe. I’m lightheaded by the time I feel his cock twitching inside of me. Burying my head in his neck, I inhale the smell of him, clean and masculine, committing that smell to memory.

When he stills, I pull from him right away. I pull on my underwear and bra. I find my dress and shoes. Disheveled, I grab my purse from its place by the door. Hand on the knob, I let a sliver of light in. I look at his face for anything. Anything at all, but I can’t read him.

“I won’t bother you again,” I say. “I won’t ask you for anything. I’ll get the annulment paperwork started in the morning. You don’t owe me a thing, Tripp.”

I step out into the hallway without waiting for him to respond.

By some force of will, I make it to the car before the tears let loose.

The dam has broken.

My heart is in pieces.

And I know it will be very hard on me…letting go of Tripp Blackburn.