Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"I'm so sorry," she cries through broken sobs.
"I didn't think I would ever get over what you did to me," I whisper, completely stoic in the face of her anguish. "But I didn't let you break me, Erin. And I didn't come here to ask for an explanation or an apology. There's nothing you can say that will change what you did, and you're the one who has to live with that now. But I want you to know that I do forgive you. I forgive you for what you did to Rory. I forgive you for what you did to me and to Cam. I forgive you because I'm not you and I'm not going to live with that kind of anger brewing in my soul, turning me into someone I don't recognize like it did to you."
She whimpers but she doesn't say anything.
"I don't know what the future holds for you," I tell her, rising to my feet, "but I hope, somewhere along the way, you learn to love the person you were instead of the one you let yourself turn into. Because that person? That person was amazing. That person was my best friend. I loved that girl more than anything, and I wish like hell she'd loved herself too."
"D…d…" She sniffles, wiping her eyes. "D…do you think we'll ever be friends again?"
Do I?
"I don't know," I say, shaking my head. "I miss you every single day, but you were never honest with me. You could have told me how you felt. I would have done anything to fix it because I loved you. But you didn't say a word. You almost destroyed me, Erin. I forgive you for what you did, but I don't know if I can ever trust you enough to give you that kind of power again. Maybe that will change some day, but right now, I can't be your friend."
She starts crying again, sobbing loudly.
I watch her for a moment, saying a silent prayer that she finds the help she needs to become the person she's meant to be…the one she should have been all along. I don't know if that bright future is possible for her now, but I think, if she's willing to fight for it, she can do better. She's always had it in her. Somewhere along the way, she just let her insecurities blind her.
"Goodbye, Erin," I whisper, and then I turn and walk toward my future. It's one I never envisioned for myself…but it's also one I wouldn't trade for anything.
Five Years Later
"Cam," I moan, writhing as his hand comes down against my ass, turning the skin a deep red. Pain and pleasure roll through me in tandem, pushing me toward the brink. My body is on fire, burning for him, but he's torturing me again, making me wait until he knows I can't take it anymore.
"Goddamn, kitten," he growls, grabbing my hips in his big hands and thrusting inside of me. He smacks my ass again and then again, making me buck wildly beneath him. "That's it. Go wild for me, sweetheart."
I do, rocking my hips until I'm fucking myself with his cock, taking him all the way inside. When the head of his cock teases at my entrance, in danger of slipping out, I slam myself back against him again. Every thrust causes the head of his cock to bump against my cervix, pulling a loud moan from both of us.
"More," I plead with him. "Please, Cam."
"My greedy kitten," he groans, running his fingers between us. He swirls them through our juices and then he presses against my back entrance.
"Oh, God," I cry out when he slips first one finger and then another inside me, filling me full of him. I love it when he gives me this, claiming every part of me like we both want. Like we both need. Filthy sounds fill the room as he watches me like he always does, his gaze riveted to the sight of me taking everything he gives me and then begging for more.
The begging does him in every time. It's been five years, and he still can't handle it when I beg.
"God, kitten," he says, taking control like I want.
I love when he's rough and wild, pounding into me so hard I know I'll still feel him there tomorrow.
Erin shooting me changed things between us in a lot of ways. She writes me sometimes. I still haven't written her back. I'm not sure if I ever will. Cam watched me break and helped put me back together a million times. It changed him as much as it did me. He's overprotective and a little bit crazy about my safety now.
But when we're like this…he knows I'm not fragile. He knows I'm not breakable.
He fucks me like he means it.