I can’t give myself over to her again, though. She has a way of grabbing hold of me and tangling me in her snares. What’s worse is she doesn’t even know she holds that power. I finally get to the door that leads up to the top floor and sigh with relief. This day is not going how I thought it would.
After opening it, the penthouse door is on the other side. A long hallway leads to it as if it is some type of royal chapel. Chandeliers line the ceiling, reminding me of home, and the floor is a gorgeous black stone. I’m not sure what it is, but it reflects the chandeliers like diamonds.
“Finally,” Everly groans, and it’s the kind of sound that shoots straight to my cock. She sounded like that when we made love for the first time.
Made love. I snort. Since when do I think of fucking as making love? This woman has me all tangled up in knots.
I take the white and gold key card out of my pocket and swipe it over the black box on the door. It beeps. A light flashes green. The small black box beeps again. I pull the handle down and open the door wide to be greeted with a view of the mountains.
The same mountain my father and Barbara are lost on.
I won’t be able to enjoy the view since I know our parents are lost somewhere up there.
I sigh as the door shuts behind me. I’m in the same room as her, enclosed in the same space as Everly. Torture. Pure fucking torture. Karma must be laughing right now.
Walking deeper into the suite, I curse. I only see one large bed and a couch. This entire suite and there aren’t two beds or another room? How the hell am I supposed to concentrate when I have her in the room?
I put my hands on my hips and tilt my head back. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I sigh. The couch looks like it is made of stone, and the bed looks soft and bouncy. I love a bouncy mattress, but no way am I sharing it with her.
“I’ll take the couch.”
“Rowan, don’t be ridiculous. We are both grown adults. We can share a bed. I’ll make sure to put a line of pillows down the middle, so we don’t touch.”
“I’d rather not,” I let out a little harsher than I expected.
“This isn’t the time for that. Our parents are missing—”
“You don’t think I know that? What? You think I’m here on some vacation? You think the way I want to spend my time is with you, Everly? Let me make something crystal fucking clear. You are the last person I want to be with. I want to find them, go our separate ways, and never talk to you again. It shouldn’t be hard on you. You seem like a professional at it.”
Tears well in those green eyes. I see the fire. The urge to yell and fight back—the hurt. I don’t care, though. This is my chance to finally lash out, to finally tell her all the things that have been building up inside me. Maybe I want to break her heart the way she broke mine. An eye for an eye, but in this case—a heart for a heart.
I want her to fight back. I want her to yell, to scream, to shout. I want the anger. I want to see her fire.
But all she does is let out a heavy breath.
“Okay,” she says in a low breathless voice. “I’m going to shower. Help yourself to the bed. I won’t be using it.” She runs into the bathroom and slams the door so hard, it shakes the glass of the windows.
I run to the other side of the door, ready to yell through the thick metal, when I hear heavy sobs coming from the other side. The shower is on to try and drown out the sounds, but it doesn’t work. The water only adds static to the background of the heart-wrenching sobs. The cry is broken, coming from deep inside her chest. She chokes, coughs, and slams her fist against the wall.
At least, that’s what I assume it is.
I feel stupid. I want to make things right between us, but it seems nearly impossible, and a part of me thinks it shouldn’t be on me to make things right. All I want to do is break this door down and hold her tight. I want to be in that shower with her. I want to watch the water fall down her body and slide into her tight sheath; the one that haunts me to this day.
If now isn’t the time for us, then thinking about sex needs to be off the table, but my cock is so hard for her. So ready to take her again and slide home. That’s what she will always be. She’ll always be my home. As much as I want us to be able to fall into the routine of us again, I know that will never happen because we will never be a ‘we’ again.
I can’t be in here anymore. Her cries make me want to comfort her, and I can’t get past my own foolish pride to do anything about it. I place my hand against the large door, trying to think of something—anything—to say. I close my eyes, wishing things could be different between us. I wish I could go back all those years and never have sex with her. Maybe our friendship would still be as strong as I thought it was.
But the thought of not feeling her under me, her body against mine, her tight virgin walls hugging my virgin cock, makes the world seen more unjust than it already is. I roll my forehead left and right over the cold frame of the door and push back. I need out of here.
I toss a key on the bed, making sure she has
