“There’s nothing to apologize for. You saved my life, and I’ll be forever grateful for that.”
“Oliver’s so pissed at both of us. Him getting shipped off early messed up his scout plans. He won’t even talk to me,” Beckett admitted.
“He’ll get over it, he likes his new school,” she reassured him. The small talk was awkward, the longer she stood close to him, the harder it became to resist the pull to leap into his arms.
“Anyway, I fucked up with you, Lola. I was young when I started to have feelings and I handled it all wrong. I’m sorry for what I did, I truly am. I hope you know that,” his words were sincere and Lola could tell they’d been hard for him. She touched his arm, wanting to put him at ease. Part of her therapy was learning to let things go and offer forgiveness where needed.
“I forgive you, Beckett.”
He nodded, a sigh going through him. Pinning her in place with a stare that spelled out possession, he let his gaze run over her, drinking her in. “Do you think, I mean, one day, there might be a chance for us?”
It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about his question, she had. She just didn’t know if it was the right choice for either of them. “Beckett…” she began, gasping when he snatched her into his arms. His mouth swooped down to claim hers in a searing kiss, while his hands dug into her hair, dragging her impossibly closer to him. He ground his hips against hers as his tongue parted her lips and gained access to her mouth, telling her with every movement that she still irrevocably belonged to him.
Lola kissed him back with just as much passion and yearning, desperate for more. Barkey yelping in protest of their reunion pulled her from the haze and she retreated.
“I can’t. I mean, not now anyway. I obviously have strong feelings for you, Beckett. But I need time. Space to figure out who I am before adding you back into my life. I hope you can understand that.”
“I do. I’ll wait for you, Lola. As long as it takes.” He made his vow with absolute conviction, needing her to know he meant every word.
“I better go. It was good to see you, Beckett. Take care.” She turned her back and headed down the path to her dorm room, forcing herself to keep going no matter how bad her instincts were screaming at her to go back. Their time would come, when she was ready.
Beckett watched her go until she was just a blip in the darkness, savouring the intoxicating taste of her on his tongue. “See you soon, my love.”
Epilogue
Marti gave one last shout of pleasure before rolling off her boyfriend and flopping down beside him in bed. He was an exceptional lover; one that she was pleased she’d taken a chance on.
“So, what do you think?” she asked, adjusting to rest her head on her propped elbow.
“That was fantastic, babe. You know you’re fire in the sack,” he commented, tweaking her nipple for added effect.
“Not about that. About my plan,” she said impatiently. Seriously, why couldn’t people just listen?
“Oh, well I don’t know, Marti. We aren’t talking about anything simple here. This could get us in some real deep shit.”
“Lola and Beckett deserve every little bit of torture coming to them. You told me you agreed; that you wanted to help me with this.” She shifted to take his still hard cock in her hands, pumping it up and down. “You can’t back out on me now. You know as well as I do that they have to pay.”
“Alright, babe. Count me in.”
Marti’s grin was as wicked as it was seductive as she took his cock between her lips. “I knew you’d see it my way, Oliver. Let’s get to work.”
THE END
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Scent
A Psychological Dark romanceKer Dukey
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Occasionally, we’re touched by darkness, and it leaves a stain that grows like a seed within us.
Other times, the darkness is already there, waiting, dormant—until it’s triggered.
Prologue
Fifteen years old…
Lola
Blood has a scent—a metallic tinge that sits on the tip of the tongue, corrupting the taste buds. It lingers in the nostrils like ash from a fire, corroding. My breath quickens as reality rushes in, the sticky crimson splatter on my skin the only thing left of my brother. His vacant eyes stare up at me from the bedroom floor. An ache in my chest threatens to bring me to my knees. I will my feet
