He places both hands on my face and looks at me with questioning eyes.

“I really have something important to tell you tomorrow. This can’t wait much longer,” I say nervously. “You might just hate me forever after I tell you. I’m so scared.”

A small smile crosses his face before he playfully sucks in his lip ring and rubs his thumb under my eye. “Nothing could ever keep me from loving my world and you’ve been that for the last ten years.” He helps me out of his lap and out of the truck before hopping out himself. “Let’s go.”

Once inside, Hemy runs a bubble bath and lights the candles while I brush my teeth, watching him in the mirror. I still can’t get enough of him. I see him approaching me from behind, before I feel his arms wrap around me. I can feel the warmth of his breath kissing my neck.

I lean my neck back and moan as he teases me with his lip ring, running it up my neck and stopping under my ear. “Take your clothes off.”

Turning around in his arms, I reach for the bottom of my dress and slowly lift it over my head, with Hemy’s strong hands trailing up my skin behind it. His touch gives me instant goose bumps, hardening my nipples, and making my flesh tingle.

Nothing turns me on more than being naked for this man. The way he handles my body is beautiful and breathtaking. He may have a rough exterior, but once he lets you in, he’s the best lover you could possibly have; although, this is the gentlest I have ever seen him. It only makes me love him more.

I toss my dress aside. Hemy reaches behind me with one hand and unclasps my bra, before kissing his way down my stomach while pushing down my panties and tossing them aside after I step out of them.

He’s standing before me in just his briefs, his muscles flexing as he looks me over. “Undress me, Onyx. This body is yours and yours alone. You’ll never have to worry again. I promise.”

His words cause me to clench at just the thought of all of this beauty being mine. I hate sharing, especially when it comes to him. I never wanted to, but back then I didn’t seem to have a choice.

Getting on my knees, I grip the top of his briefs in my hands and slowly peel them down his muscular body, watching as his cock springs free. Damn, those piercings get me every time. I didn’t think it was possible for Hemy to get any more beautiful, but somehow, he has. Everything about his body: his muscles, his tattoos, his piercings, even the way he moves leaves me breathless.

Once I toss his briefs aside, Hemy lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist, me latching on as he holds me. “Remember what I said to you the last time we were in this tub?”

I nod my head and bite my bottom lip as Hemy steps into the tub and slowly lowers us into the water with me straddling his lap. I have to admit, there is nothing I want more than to have Hemy make love to me. I’ve wanted it for as long as I can remember and as scared as I am, I need this. I need it so bad.

Gently gripping my waist, he lifts me up before slowly setting me down on his erection, his lips pressed against my neck. We both moan as he eases into me, pushing inside of me as deep as he can fit. Our bodies are plastered together, the both of us holding on for dear life, and it feels so damn good, too good.

Kissing my neck, he whispers, “I love you.” He pushes into me while bringing me down to meet his thrust, before whispering again, sending chills up my spine. “Let me hear you say it, Onyx.”

He pushes in deeper and wraps me in his arms as tightly as he can. I hold on for dear life, wrapping my legs and arms around him, unable to get close enough. My love for this man is so strong right now that I can barely breathe. I can’t hide it anymore. It hurts too damn much.

“I love you, Hemy.” He quickens his thrusts, causing me to moan out and grip his hair. “I’ve never stopped. I can’t. I love you so damn much.”

He smiles against my lips before crushing his lips against mine and making love to me. Not the rough, crazy sex that I’m used to with him. No, him holding me tenderly and thrusting into me, our bodies both working as one. It’s the most intimate moment I have ever shared with Hemy, and it breaks my heart to know that it will probably never happen again.

Tomorrow, I’m going to tear his world apart . . . and mine.

Chapter Fourteen

Hemy

Waking up to Onyx in my bed is the best thing that has happened to me in four years. Seeing her here, naked, and wrapped up in my arms is almost enough to make me forget all the bad shit in the world. Almost . . . but not quite. There is still something that’s holding me down and as much as I still try to hide the pain, it’s always there threatening to surface. I just hope she understands that and tries to be patient. I’ve grown a lot since four years ago, but I will never be one hundred percent whole.

She stirs in my arms, gripping me tighter as I kiss her on the top of the head. I’ve been awake for the last hour, but haven’t wanted to move in fear of waking her. I’m afraid of what’s to come today. She said she had something important to tell me. I have to be honest, it makes me wonder if maybe she has a child with someone that she is afraid to tell me about. I can’t stand the thought of that. It kills me.

When I look back down at Onyx, she’s looking up at me with a small smile. It makes my heart burst with happiness. Damn, I love this woman. That smile is the best thing to ever happen to me.

“Morning,” she whispers. “What time is it?”

I grip a handful of her hair and lean down to crush my lips against hers. She lets out a small moan before smiling against my lips. “It’s noon,” I respond. “I wanted to let you sleep.”

She sits up with a yawn before reaching for her phone. “Crap! I should probably text Ash and let her know that I’m okay. She’s probably wondering why I didn’t come home last night.”

Kissing her one more time, I stand up and reach for my briefs. “Alright. I’ll go make us breakfast.” I turn back to look at her and smile as she throws on one of my shirts. “Damn, you’re sexy as hell in my shirt.”

She places her hand on her hip and bites her bottom lip. “You can show me after breakfast.”

“Fuck yeah,” I growl, while backing away from her and turning into the hallway. Shit, that woman is going to be the death of me.

Opening the fridge, I pull out the eggs and bacon, setting them on the counter. Just as I’m about to reach in the cabinet for some pans, the front door opens. That could only be one person: fucking Stone.