begging you…”
He struggled for breath. “For what? State your need.”
“I’m begging you to fuck me, Sir. I need you inside me.”
Rem broke.
With a groan, he pushed her down on the carpet, grabbed another condom, and slid home. This time, he made sure she came fast and hard. With expert strokes, he rubbed her clit continuously until she fell into another orgasm, breaking apart in the grip of his arms.
When they finally collapsed, she asked him again. “Stay with me, Sir. Give us one more chance.”
His eyes half closed and he fought the war inside him that screamed for him to give in. To try. But he didn’t trust himself not to blur the past with the present. What if he scared her off again and he found himself hurt? This time, he’d never recover. There’d be no hope of picking up the pieces.
No, he had to walk away with a perfect memory. At least, he finally knew the truth and could begin to heal from the past.
“I can’t,” he said softly. “I don’t want either of us to be hurt again, Cara.”
Her eyes filled with tears and a broken understanding that ripped him apart. “I learned another thing through the years, Rem. Life is messy. There’s no guarantees. I’m okay with it now, because the trade-off is worth everything. But I can’t do it alone. You have to want me as bad as I want you.”
“Cara—”
“It’s okay. I understand.” She forced a smile. “May I ask you to please, leave? I need some time alone.”
His emotions warred. His gut ached to give in and stay, but his mind locked down and forced his body to leave the bed and get dressed. He paused at the door, his fingers wrapped around the knob.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes. Good-bye, Rem. Thank you for last night. I’ll never forget it.”
“Neither will I.” He dragged in a breath and opened the door. “Good-bye, Cara.”
He left the room with an emptiness and searing pain, telling himself over and over it was all for the best.
-Em's EORD-
Chapter Eight
“W AIT A MINUTE. YOU SAW CARA? Cara was your one night stand?” Rafe asked in disbelief.
Rem sipped his coffee and regarded his brothers. They always had brunch on Sundays, which was a good time to catch up, recover from any hangovers and pig out. Rome was ignoring his giant stack of banana pancakes, fork poised mid-flight. Rick stared, mouth half-open like a guppy.
“You guys didn’t know anything about this, right?”
Rick shook his head. “Dude, we’d never do that to you. The reason we set up FANTA-C in the first place was to help you get over her. What the hell is she doing in Vegas?”
Rem rubbed his forehead. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Not sure if I even asked her. The night was like a whirlwind. “
Rafe propped his elbows on the table. “Did you sleep with her?”
Rem nodded.
“Are you back together?” Rick asked.
“No. She asked me to give her another chance, but it’s too much for me.”
Rome tapped the table with his finger. “How do you feel about her? Do you want to try again? Did she tell you why she left?”
Rem gave him the brief run-down on Cara’s explanation. “I blame myself. I should’ve known how unhappy she was. Fuck, she had to run away from me in order to be heard. What type of Dom am I? What type of lover am I?”
Rick turned hard eyes on him. “First off, you were in love and would’ve died for Cara. You’re not a mind reader. None of us are. We can only help our women if they tell us the truth, and that’s been the downfall of a ton of relationships. Does Cara blame you?”
“No, she blames herself.”
“I still hate the way she did it,” Rome said. “But I think you were both at fault. Being a martyr though, doesn’t help the situation, bro. You can’t change the past, but you can damn well make sure you have open communication in the future. Did you like being with her again?”
It had only been two nights since he left her, and already he felt like he was slowly going out
He struggled for breath. “For what? State your need.”
“I’m begging you to fuck me, Sir. I need you inside me.”
Rem broke.
With a groan, he pushed her down on the carpet, grabbed another condom, and slid home. This time, he made sure she came fast and hard. With expert strokes, he rubbed her clit continuously until she fell into another orgasm, breaking apart in the grip of his arms.
When they finally collapsed, she asked him again. “Stay with me, Sir. Give us one more chance.”
His eyes half closed and he fought the war inside him that screamed for him to give in. To try. But he didn’t trust himself not to blur the past with the present. What if he scared her off again and he found himself hurt? This time, he’d never recover. There’d be no hope of picking up the pieces.
No, he had to walk away with a perfect memory. At least, he finally knew the truth and could begin to heal from the past.
“I can’t,” he said softly. “I don’t want either of us to be hurt again, Cara.”
Her eyes filled with tears and a broken understanding that ripped him apart. “I learned another thing through the years, Rem. Life is messy. There’s no guarantees. I’m okay with it now, because the trade-off is worth everything. But I can’t do it alone. You have to want me as bad as I want you.”
“Cara—”
“It’s okay. I understand.” She forced a smile. “May I ask you to please, leave? I need some time alone.”
His emotions warred. His gut ached to give in and stay, but his mind locked down and forced his body to leave the bed and get dressed. He paused at the door, his fingers wrapped around the knob.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes. Good-bye, Rem. Thank you for last night. I’ll never forget it.”
“Neither will I.” He dragged in a breath and opened the door. “Good-bye, Cara.”
He left the room with an emptiness and searing pain, telling himself over and over it was all for the best.
-Em's EORD-
Chapter Eight
“W AIT A MINUTE. YOU SAW CARA? Cara was your one night stand?” Rafe asked in disbelief.
Rem sipped his coffee and regarded his brothers. They always had brunch on Sundays, which was a good time to catch up, recover from any hangovers and pig out. Rome was ignoring his giant stack of banana pancakes, fork poised mid-flight. Rick stared, mouth half-open like a guppy.
“You guys didn’t know anything about this, right?”
Rick shook his head. “Dude, we’d never do that to you. The reason we set up FANTA-C in the first place was to help you get over her. What the hell is she doing in Vegas?”
Rem rubbed his forehead. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Not sure if I even asked her. The night was like a whirlwind. “
Rafe propped his elbows on the table. “Did you sleep with her?”
Rem nodded.
“Are you back together?” Rick asked.
“No. She asked me to give her another chance, but it’s too much for me.”
Rome tapped the table with his finger. “How do you feel about her? Do you want to try again? Did she tell you why she left?”
Rem gave him the brief run-down on Cara’s explanation. “I blame myself. I should’ve known how unhappy she was. Fuck, she had to run away from me in order to be heard. What type of Dom am I? What type of lover am I?”
Rick turned hard eyes on him. “First off, you were in love and would’ve died for Cara. You’re not a mind reader. None of us are. We can only help our women if they tell us the truth, and that’s been the downfall of a ton of relationships. Does Cara blame you?”
“No, she blames herself.”
“I still hate the way she did it,” Rome said. “But I think you were both at fault. Being a martyr though, doesn’t help the situation, bro. You can’t change the past, but you can damn well make sure you have open communication in the future. Did you like being with her again?”
It had only been two nights since he left her, and already he felt like he was slowly going out
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