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  “Answer the question, Indy.” He squeezed her throat. “Is he giving you all that I gave you? Are you fucking him like you fucked me?”

  She bit her lip to stifle the sounds, the whimpers, and his gaze hardened. Shifting slightly, he thrust a hand under the hem of her dress, between her legs, and cupped her sex.

  “Answer me.” He held her gaze. “Tell me no.” When she refused to speak, he pushed two fingers inside her.

  Her legs buckled and she would’ve screamed, but he chose that moment to release her neck and thrust four fingers of that hand into her mouth. She gagged, and he slammed into her pussy, his fingers thick, painful, and so fucking good inside her.

  Sound gurgled in her throat. They locked eyes, no one looking away as he finger-fucked her with hard strokes, working her cunt like he owned it.

  “Ung. Ung.” Fuck, Reno wasn’t easing up. He held her immobile, fingers punishing as he thrusting into her over and over. Her body quaked, moisture spilled down her thighs, and he inhaled.

  “I can fucking smell you,” he snarled. “Shall I tell you what you smell like, Indy? Or how about how tight you are?” He licked her neck. “No one’s been where I’ve been. I know it, and you know it.” His thumb zeroed in on her clit and pressed down hard.

  A scream formed in her throat. The fingers in her mouth stifled it and obstructed her breathing. She couldn’t think. Reno was touching her. Once again, his hands were on her body, and like all the other times before, she was coming out of her skin from pleasure. His fingers sank deep, scraped her g-spot, then twisted and retreated. She whimpered, pleading with her eyes. She tried to spread her thighs wider, get him to go deeper, but he was having none of it. He tunneled into her while his thumb worked her clit, and she clung to him like a drowning victim. Time and place fell away, and they were them, Reno and Indy, loving on each other like they’d always done. As if she hadn’t fucked up, hadn’t sent him away to get caught in another woman’s web. Her eyes burned. The tears fell, and the fingers inside her twisted. The nail of his thumb scraped her clit, and she fell into the orgasm, clutching the front of his shirt, crying openly.

  He held her. The fingers in her mouth disappeared, going to her nape. Indy took a breath. Her limbs shook, her pussy contracting around his retreating fingers, and she smelled him. The familiar Reno scent, nothing exotic, only Irish Spring and hot skin, but it was his. His scent, so she loved it.

  Like she loved him.

  She jerked away.

  “Jesus Christ!” She pushed him and clutched the edge of the sink for support. “Damn it, Reno.”

  “Don’t say it’s a mistake.”

  “Of course it’s a mistake.” She turned away from him, staring at her sweaty face in the mirror. Goddamn, one look at her and Jarvis would know she’d been finger-fucked to orgasm in the bathroom. She wet her fingers and teased at her hair.

  “You didn’t answer my question,” Reno said.

  She barked a laugh. “Did you expect me to?” She faced him. “Jesus, Reno. You bring her here, to where I am. Where we are.” She motioned between them. “What did you expect?”

  “I expect the truth,” he said softly. “I expect for once you’ll stop hiding from me, stop pushing me away, and admit you missed me, that you didn’t want me to go.” He closed his eyes briefly then opened them. “I expect you to say you’re glad I’m back and you love me now, like you loved me then.”

  She stared at him, into his sad eyes, and her chest hurt. “I could say all that, yes.”

  “Would it be the truth?”

  “Reno.” She moved into his space and cupped his cheek. “You obviously care for that girl waiting patiently for you out there. You brought her home to meet the parents.” Something she’d never done despite all the times he’d begged. “You’re planning to go with her to New York.” She smiled when his eyes widened. “Yes, I know all about that, and I’m telling you, it doesn’t matter what I do or don’t feel. Jenna is here.” She tugged on her skirt. “Ask me again when she’s not in the picture.”

  Checking one last time to make sure she looked halfway decent, she walked out the bathroom and headed to face Jarvis.

  Chapter Four

  He didn’t want to wash his hands. Reno imagined even after four hours he could still smell Indy’s hot, wet pussy on his fingers. His cock remained hard and aching. The sounds she made, so familiar, still rang in his head. The way she clutched him, her hands and her cunt, like she hadn’t been touched in forever.

  He’d lost his mind for a minute there. He could freely admit that. Watching her touch and be touched by the guy she was with, that angered him until he couldn’t see straight.

  On the pull-out sofa bed in his father’s office, flat on his back, Reno couldn’t sleep. He kept replaying Indy’s words in his head. She thought he was with Jenna, and he hadn’t corrected her, but he would. If that was the only thing stopping Indy from making that move with him, he’d deal with it.

  He still loved Indy, still loved the sounds she made when she came. He still got weak at the feel of her body clasping him so fucking tight. He still wanted to stare into her eyes as he slid into her, watch her pupils dilate and her body move.

  He still craved the feel of her. And damn if he didn’t almost cream himself when she spoke his name. After all this time, after where he’d been and all he’d done, he found himself right back here, thinking of ways to convince Indy to be with him.

  His lashes fell. Images of Indy and that guy would not go away. He gritted his teeth. He had to do something else. There’d be no sleeping tonight. Rolling off the bed, he picked up his phone from where he’d placed it on the floor. In the darkness, he grabbed his jeans and tiptoed out the room. He pulled on the jeans in the hallway then made his way downstairs. The house was quiet, his parents already in bed. They were heavy sleepers, so he’d be okay. He didn’t worry about Jenna waking up. He went outside and made his way to his car where he unlocked the vehicle and climbed, gently closing the door behind him. He sat, hands on the steering wheel, phone on his lap, and contemplated driving over to Indy’s place. She didn’t live all that far away.

  But what was he really thinking? Had he lost his mind? She’d been on a date, with a man who had his hands all over her. Wishful thinking had him imagining how tight Indy had been to his touch; wishful thinking had him imagining she’d go an entire year without anyone in her bed. Indy was the most sexually adventurous person he’d ever met in his life. There wasn’t a time when she wasn’t indulging in some dirty and spine-tingling fantasy. He’d been spoiled by the vigor in which she’d lavished her attentions on him. She’d held nothing back, and he’d done the same.

  Until she’d ended it.

  Now he had to watch her with somebody else. He’d seriously thought he was strong enough to see her. He’d thought Jenna being with him would lessen the impact of locking eyes with Indy. What he’d done instead was underestimate how much she’d imprinted herself on him.

  With a snarled curse, he snatched the phone and dialed her number. He actually heard his breaths as his heart beat faster and faster with each ring. Depressing the lever to force the driver’s seat back, Reno put a hand over his head and waited.

  “Yes.” Her voice, low and husky and seductive.

  Reno inhaled. “Is he with you?”

  “Reno.” She sighed. “How does that concern you?”

  “Did you take him home with you?” Reno’s voice rose. Shook. “Did you let him strip you, touch you, fuck you? I’m not going to ask again.” The anger in his chest was a tight knot. He could barely breathe through it.

  Silence greeted him. He fought panic and waited.

  “You brought her home. I’m betting you stripped her, touched her, fucked her,” Indy said evenly. “What should I ask you? What should I demand of you, Reno?”

  He gritted his teeth and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Where is he, Indy?”

  “Somewhere,” she said reluctantly. “Not here.”

  “Did
you—”

  “No, I did not!” she yelled. “Happy? Are you happy, Reno?”

  “Indy…”

  “Where is she? Where’s your woman?”

  Reno glanced over at the dark house and blew out a breath. “She’s not my woman, and she’s inside, asleep.”

  She made a sound, as if she didn’t believe a word he spoke. “Where are you?”

  “My car. In the driveway.”

  He heard her swallow. “Why?”

  “Was gonna drive over to your place. Pound on the door.”

  They lapsed into silence, and this time Reno didn’t worry she’d hang up in his ear. He listened to her breathe, a stolen moment he wanted to keep always.

  “What do you want from me, Reno?”

  What did he want? Reno had to allow a stiff smile at that. He wanted so many things, too innumerable to mention. “I want back in your bed. I want you to make me feel like you used to. To own me like you once did. I want you to want to.”

  Indy’s breath shuddered in his ear. “You conveniently forget the woman already filling your bed. I’m not about to be that person. I’m not about to step in where there’s no space for me.”

  “Indy.” Reno groaned. “Don’t you fucking get it? I’ll always be yours, and you’ll always be the one.” He took his time speaking the words so she’d really hear him, and she’d understand. “I don’t—what I feel for you, it’s untouchable. Unshakeable, despite the number of times you tried otherwise.”

  She remained quiet, and he pushed further.

  “I miss you. Three hundred and seventy five days.”

  “What?”

  “That’s how long we’ve been apart,” Reno said softly. “That’s how long it’s been since I touched your brown skin, since you kissed me on the back of my neck.”

  “Don’t.”

  “Do you remember the last time we made love?” he asked. “You didn’t consider it making love, did you? Because if you did, you’d have to admit you feel something other than lust for me.”

  “I don’t have feelings for you.”

  The weak denial didn’t warrant a response. “You had me on my knees between your legs, do you remember?” He palmed his stiffening cock through his jeans. “You know how much I love that, eating your pussy, rubbing my face in your juices, and you had me on my knees until my jaw ached, until my knees cramped.” And he hadn’t complained, because he’d loved every second of it.

  “You were so wet,” he said, squeezing his erection. “Love when you get like that. Like a fucking slip and slide, that pussy.” He closed his eyes on a shudder. “Do you remember? Tell me you remember.”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  His pulse skipped when he heard her tone. Aroused. She was fucking aroused. “I bet you’re all kinds of wet, right now, aren’t you?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “Touch yourself. Do it.”

  He expected resistance; he expected denials. What he didn’t expect was Indy’s soft cry in his ear, needy and wanton.

  “Oh, God.”

  Shit. He quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock free. “I’m touching myself,” he said. “Got my cock in my hand, right here. All for you. Got me needing you something fierce, wishing I could be there, drop between your thighs and feed my cock into you.” He pumped his shaft, hips lifting to drive into his fist. “Nice and slow like you like, fill you up. Top to bottom.”

  “Ah, God.” Her voice quivered. “I can’t. Don’t fucking do this to me.”

  He swallowed a groan. “I’ll do this and more, because you want it—” He dropped his voice an octave. “And because you need it.”

  She inhaled.

  “Now three fingers, fill that pussy up.”

  Indy moaned, the sweetest sound, like victory how it washed over him. “Oh. Oh God. That’s—shit, it’s so good.”

  “It’s better than good.” Reno grinned. “You feel how tight that cunt is, huh? Do you feel how wet you get? Fuck yourself, pretend those are my fingers and fuck yourself on them.” He pushed his jeans lower down his legs and pumped his cock. Pre-cum slicked him, and he pressed his thumb into the slit, the blunt nail on his finger scraping him and sending pain scattering down his spine. He gritted his teeth. “Tell me, tell me how it feels when I fuck you. Tell me how you miss my cock, because my cock damn sure missed you.”

  She moaned for him, a helpless sound. “I miss you. Feeling you inside me.” Her breath hitched, and then she spoke again, the words shuddering out. “Miss your touch.” She went silent, save for the heavy breathing.

  “I’ve got my cock in my hands for you,” Reno said. “I’m fucking my fists, wishing it was your body. That wet heat, I love it.” Eyes sliding shut, he thrust into his fist.

  “Touch your balls,” Indy said. “Pull on them, hard, like I do.” He did, gasping, and she sighed. “I miss it, you on your hands and knees, me fucking you deep with my strap-on.”

  Reno’s sphincter clenched at her words, and he nodded even though she couldn’t see. “Yes,” he whispered. “I want that. I miss it.” Not once had he ever felt weird for wanting to be used that way. She’d made it okay for him, nothing off the table when it came to the two of them. He damn sure missed that freedom.

  “Lick your finger.” Indy panted in his ear. “Touch your hole.”

  Reno tugged his jeans all the way down, pulling off one of the legs completely, then spread wide. After sucking on his right index, he brought it to his hole, tapping at the wrinkled entrance before dipping the tip inside.

  “Fuck,” he grunted. “It’s been so long.”

  Indy spoke faster. “Fuck yourself, want to hear you come.”

  “Yess.” He hissed when he screwed the finger in despite the claustrophobic tightness. “Ung, so good.” He moved the finger back and forth, easing the way as his hips worked. “Oh God, please.” He tugged his cock. The pleasure was too much. His balls hurt. His spine itched.

  “Yes,” Indy cried out. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

  He slammed the finger in and pulled harder on his cock. “Do it,” he said. “Come for me, and I’ll come for you.” The way it should always be, but he bit that part back.

  Her cries grew higher, his name on her lips tipping him over. He came violently, body arching upright, cum quickly filling his palm and overflowing, dripping back onto his stomach. “Fuck. Fuck.” He flopped back onto his seat, struggling to breathe.

  Indy had gone quiet, and if not for her breathing, he’d have thought she’d disconnected. She didn’t speak, and he waited until he had his words and faculties under control before he spoke.

  “Indy.”

  She took a while before she answered. “I’m here.”

  “I want you,” Reno said. “I always have. Please give us a chance again. A real chance.”

  “There’s a young woman upstairs, in your bed, who deserves better than you’re giving right now.” She gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but you know who I am, and you know I can’t fuck with you if you’re all tangled up with somebody else. Jenna deserves to know what’s going on with you. She needs to know she can’t have you, that you’re mine.”

  He nodded. “Okay.”

  “Not okay, Reno.” She grew harsh. “That girl has plans for you. She thinks you’re it for her, and you knew you didn’t feel the same, but you brought her here anyway.”

  “We’re not together.” He swallowed. “She’s my friend’s girlfriend. I’m taking her to New York to meet up with him.”

  “Then why is she here?”

  “I wanted to see my folks.” That sounded lame to his ears. “She wanted to tag along.” He grabbed shaky fingers through his hair. “Trust me, it’s purely platonic.”

  “You and her didn’t have a thing?” Indy asked.

  Now Reno backpedaled. “We did, one night only then she got with Steven. We’re all friends.”

  “Uh-huh.” Indy didn’t sound like she bought that for a minute. “The entire town thin
ks she’s your girlfriend. I suggest you deal with that before we tackle the mess of you and me.”

  “I know.” He didn’t look forward to it, either.

  Indy took a deep breath. “Don’t call me. Don’t come by. Don’t write,” she said. “Unless it’s to tell me she’s no longer in the picture. Do you get me?”

  “Yes, but I don’t—”

  “Bye, Reno.” She hung up.

  He stayed in the car a while longer, putting his jeans back on and making sure he was presentable, before getting out and making his way upstairs.

  In the bathroom, he washed up, splashed water on his face, then went back into his dad’s office where he fell, face first, onto the sofa-bed, suddenly exhausted. Images of him and Indy together played in his head until he drifted off to sleep, a smile curving his lips.

  Chapter Five

  He didn’t get the chance to sit Jenna down to tell her his decision to speed up their timetable like he’d wanted. At breakfast, she’d waved at him then disappeared with his mother to get the supplies needed for an impromptu barbecue. Reno had stayed behind with his dad, cleaning up the backyard.

  During a break for refreshments, he sat down next to his father on the back steps.

  “Dad, can I talk to you?” He’d always been able to talk to his parents about anything, even the opposite sex, but Indy had made it so he couldn’t. Now, he needed his father’s advice.

  “Sure, son.” His father wiped the sweat off his brow. “What’s up?”

  “I’m in love with someone.”

  A wide smile creased his dad’s face. “That’s great son, that’s—” Reno watched as confusion clouded his father’s face. “Wait, you said someone.” He gripped Reno’s knee. “Not Jenna?”

  Reno pursed his lips and shook his head. “Not Jenna, Dad. I told you and Mom, she’s just a friend.”

  His dad looked lost. “But I thought—what’s going on?” Turning to face him fully, his dad squinted. “Is this about why you left, why you suddenly decided to go off to take that job in California?”