I hold my hands up, and then we walk toward the lift. “Babe, I don’t know why you think I’m going to call them useless wankstain parents the second they walk through the door.”
Hitting the button to call the lift, she laughs. I’ve missed that sound so much.
“Wankstain?”
“You’ve not heard that one before?”
“No, and it’s kind of gross, but I like it.” She steps closer to me, pressing her tits against my chest. “I think I would like you to say that to them when they’re leaving.”
“I think you need to move these away from me before I take you to bed and leave your parents outside, knockin’ on my door,” I say, pushing my hands between our bodies to circle her nipples with my thumbs.
Closing her eyes, she moans, and I jump back like she’s electrocuted me.
Grey eyes flick open. “What?”
“Nothing,” I mutter, adjusting myself in my jeans. Damn hard-on ten minutes before her dickhead parents’ arrival. “Just need to take a breather.”
The lift doors ping open, and we get in.
“You’re always horny, Kent.”
“Well, stop being so fucking sexy, and I won’t be.” I frown. “Hold on, you’re the one pressing those perfect tits up against me like you want me to get hot and take you to bed. You are always up for it, too.”
She lifts one shoulder in a lazy shrug. “Not denying it. I want you inside me.”
“You’re doing this on purpose, so I’ll carry you to my bedroom, and neither of us will hear your parents knocking over the sounds of your moaning.”
“Take me,” she whispers.
“Savannah.” Her name is a warning. My dick is painfully hard, balls tightening with the need to empty inside her. My control isn’t great around her, but I need to keep a clear head for this conversation.
“I want to feel your big cock stretching me.”
Fuck.
I slam my fist against the stop button on the lift and launch myself at her. Savannah’s back slams against the side of the lift with a thud, and my mouth swallows her cry. Her hands find my hair. She grips and lifts herself up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
Her mouth fights mine for dominance, tongues wrestling. It’s hot and wet, and I’m so fucking close, it’s unreal.
“Savannah,” I mutter as my lips devour hers, “I need to be inside you.”
I unzip my trousers, shoving them and my boxers down. Hitching her skirt, I pull her underwear to the side and enter her in one sharp movement.
Her lips leave mine, and her head thumps back against the wall. “Fucking hell, Kent.”
“God, you feel too good, Savannah. You’re so tight, so ready … fuck.” I thrust, and my eyes roll back in my head.
Savannah’s fingernails cut into my shoulders as she holds on tight while I pound her into the mirror on the wall behind her.
“I’m so close, Kent.”
“Good, because I’m about to go,” I grit out. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Savannah calls out my name, her voice strangled and so sexy, and I explode inside her. Riding out the orgasm that has my knees about to give up, I press my head against hers.
“I love you so much,” I confess.
Slumping in my embrace, she whispers, “I love you, too, Kent.”
I plant a kiss on her lips. “We have five minutes until your parents are due to arrive,” I say.
I slip out of her, and her feet hit the floor. I move her underwear back in place and straighten her skirt, all while smirking at her lying against the wall with her eyes closed.
“You okay?” I ask, humour lacing my words.
“Yeah,” she replies, flicking her eyes open. “I want to do that again.”
“Later, nympho.” I tug my boxers and jeans up and start the lift.
We glide up to the top floor, grinning at each other like fools.
I let us into my apartment and pull Savannah to the bathroom to clean up. “You have a change of clothes in my room,” I say, wiping her down.
Since sex in the lift, she’s been on a high and absolutely useless.
“Am I going to have to dress you?”
With a laugh, she stands up as I drop the flannel. “No, I’ve got this. My legs are back to normal now.”
“I love it when you come like a train.”
“It doesn’t suck for me either,” she says, heading out into my room to get changed. Her skirt and underwear lay on the floor in my bathroom. She’s never normally messy, so although her legs are normal now, her mind is still in that lift.
There’s no better feeling than knowing how much I affect her.
When I enter my bedroom, she’s fully dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and long black top. She rubs her palms on her hips and chews on her bottom lip. “It’s going to be okay, right?”
“Savannah,” I say, moving close, “it’s always going to be okay. I’m here, so lean on me whenever you need to.”
“Am I cheating by not doing this alone?”
“You don’t have to do something alone to prove your strength.”
A smile sweeps across her lips. “I really do love you.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me.”
My doorbell rings, and she freezes.
“Don’t do that. You’ve got this.”
Her expression changes, and her forehead smooths over. “I have. They’re the ones in the wrong, not me.” She sounds like she’s been rehearsing that in her head.
“Exactly. Now, do you want me to get the door?”
With a deep breath, she shakes her head. “No, I’ll do it.”
36
Kent
I watch Savannah walk out of my room with her head held high and back straight. She’s ready for this, and I’m so proud of her. When Simon cheated with her sister and her parents took their side, it stole so much from her. She’s spent three years hiding and keeping her past to herself. It’s eaten away at her confidence, but today, she’s fully taking that back.
I follow as she struts right up to the door and swings it open.
“Mum, Dad,” she addresses. Her posture falters when she sees a woman who must be her sister behind them. Before they notice, she recovers herself. “Isla.” Her sister’s name sounds like a swear word coming from her mouth.
I take an instant dislike to her, too.
Moving aside, Savannah lets them all in.
Isla looks around my apartment with wide eyes, similar to Savannah when she first walked in here. But, besides the same shade hair and similar eyes, they look nothing alike.
“This is a nice place you have,” her mum says.
I’d exchange pleasantries, but I don’t want to.
“Let’s sit down,” Savannah says.
I follow her to our sofa and park my arse right beside her. Pressing her arm against mine, she sinks back into the cushion. I love that I’m the one she leans on. I always want to be that person to her.
Her parents sit opposite us, and Isla sits on the single armchair facing the view of the city.
“I wanted to clear the air and get everything out there before we go our separate ways once and for all. Maybe I should have done this before I left, but I’m doing it now, and I think that would be best for all of us,” Savannah explains.
Her mum’s face falls. “We want more than that. I don’t want to live the rest of my life without my youngest daughter in it.”
“That isn’t your decision, Mum,” Savannah replies. She gets straight to the point. “When I lost my baby, I was devastated. You were the one with me because my boyfriend was off having an affair with my ‘sister.’” She uses air quotes when addressing Isla as her sister, and I bite back my amusement.
Isla’s jaw tightens.
“I don’t understand how you could witness how devastated I was from losing that baby and then finding out about them and not be there for me.”
“I was there for you,” her mum argues.
“For a couple of w
eeks. I wasn’t over it when you told me it was time to move on. I didn’t stop grieving for the little one I’d lost, grieving for the end of my relationship with Isla, and I sure as hell wasn’t over the betrayal from Simon. You tried to push me into papering over it because you didn’t like that I was still angry, and we couldn’t have fucking family dinners anymore. God, you’re so selfish.”
“That’s a bit harsh,” her dad says.
“Harsh?” Savannah’s voice hitches. “It’s the truth! And where were you? Not once did you come and sit with me. You didn’t try to comfort me or even ask how I was doing.”
“I didn’t know what to say, Savannah,” he replies, dropping his chin.
Fucking coward.
“You’re my dad. You should have tried. I didn’t need you to do more than hold me and tell me that everything would be okay.”
He looks away from Savannah, and I want to grab his fucking head and make him face this. She puts her hand on my leg, sensing my rising temper.
“Simon and I never planned on getting together. You act as if we tried to hurt you,” Isla says.
“Why are you even here?” Savannah asks.
“Because I think we can move forward. It’s been a long time.”
“Like I told Simon, I have moved forward.”
Isla’s face falls.
Oh, the wanker hasn’t told her he’s visited Savannah.
My girl didn’t miss it either.
She tilts her head. “Maybe you should leave now and go have a conversation with your man.”
Isla doesn’t react. “I don’t need to.”
“No, I suppose he came straight home and told you all about turning up at my flat and coming to see me when I agreed to have it all out.”
Isla’s eyes narrow, and their parents look at her and then at each other.
This is getting good.
“He didn’t? What a shock. It’s so unlike Simon to tell a lie.”
“Savannah, let’s not talk about him right now,” her dad says.
“You’re doing it again,” I spit, unable to keep quiet now. “You’re putting Isla before Savannah, protecting the wrong daughter.”
Squeezing my leg, Savannah lets me know it’s okay. I hate the thought of her being hurt over this shit though. They’re her parents, and they clearly favour Isla. I have no idea why.
“I’m not doing anything of the sort,” he argues.
“Bollocks you’re not.”
“Kent,” Savannah warns, “it’s okay. I know the drill by now, and it stopped hurting a long time ago. I don’t need validation from them anymore.”
Her parents watch our exchange with curiosity. They don’t like me any more than I like them. In any other circumstances, I would care what my girlfriend’s parents think, but these people don’t deserve to call Savannah their daughter.
“We are not trying to diminish what you went through or how devastating it was for you to lose your baby, but we couldn’t lose our whole family,” her mum says. “I’m sorry we didn’t do enough for you.”
“Why did you forgive them so quickly?” Savannah asks. “It was only a matter of weeks.”
Her mum wrings her hands. “It wasn’t easy. I was so angry with Isla and Simon for what they’d done. But, when it came down to it, I had to try to preserve the family. I had to try to fix things between you all, so we could be a family.”
“But they were together. I don’t understand how you could go from watching him with me to watching him with her.”
“Like I said, it wasn’t easy. I wish none of it had happened, but I can’t control anyone’s behaviour, Savannah.”
“No, you can only control yours, and you chose to forgive what they had done to me so fast. How could you look them in the eye, knowing what they’d done? That cheating arsehole was flitting between us both, but you invited him back into your house.”
“You make it sound like we had a one-night stand,” Isla says. “We fell in love. I’m sorry that happened, but it did.”
Savannah looks at her sister and rolls her eyes. “Don’t be naive, Isla.”
I frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Laughing, Savannah waves her hand. “Nah, actually, don’t worry. It doesn’t matter. Believe him all you want.”
Isla sits forward. “No, you finish what you were going to say!”
“Isla, enough,” their mum says. “We didn’t come here to argue.”
“She’s trying to tell me something about Simon, Mum.”
Simon wants Savannah back. That’s never happening.
“I don’t care about Simon!” her mum snaps.
“Can I applaud?” I whisper to Savannah.
She nudges my arm, trying to hide a smile.
“I don’t care about Simon either,” Savannah adds. “So, let’s move on.”
The look Isla gives Savannah, eyes narrowed and chin pointed, has me straightening my back. I will kick this bitch out of my apartment if she’s going to be a dick to my girl.
“Whatever,” Isla mutters.
Savannah ignores the world’s worst sister and turns back to her parents. “Were you as angry with me as it seemed when I wouldn’t get on board with your new happy family plan?”
Her dad drops his head further and leaves it to her mum to answer. “At the time, when we were all hurting and couldn’t see things clearly, yes. I’m so sorry, Savannah. We know it was wrong. As soon as the dust settled, we realised what we’d done, but by then, it was too late because you’d gone, and all we had was a note.”
“Did you look for me?”
“Of course we did. We tried getting through to you first, then family, and then your friends. We drove to hostels, and then we went to the police. We knew there wasn’t anything they could do though. You were nineteen and had left a note.”
She folds her arms. “Yes, I did leave a note. One saying not to try to find me, which you clearly ignored.”
“We’re your parents. We could never honour that request.”
“I’m not surprised really. You’ve not done anything that I wanted in the past.”
“You’re being purposefully difficult,” Isla snaps.
“You were purposefully unfaithful,” Savannah replies.
She’s doing a much better job of keeping cool than her spiteful sister, and Isla is getting frustrated by that fact.
“You and Simon weren’t right.”
“Maybe not, and maybe you two did fall for each other, but I’m your sister, and you never should have gone there. The little coward should have ended it with me first. Instead, you decided to go behind my back, even after you learned I was pregnant. I don’t really know how you justify that to yourself, Isla, and to be honest, I don’t care, but don’t pretend like you’re innocent, and don’t act like what you did was okay.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Isla spits.
Savannah rolls her eyes. “Of course I don’t.”
“Girls, please,” her mum says. “Savannah, we came here to try to settle our differences and to apologise for letting you down.”
“Well, you’ve apologised, and as far as I’m concerned, our differences are settled.”
“I don’t think you mean that unless you’re willing to let me and Dad back into your life.”
She shrugs. “Fine, I don’t mean it then. We won’t agree here, so I think you should all leave. Maybe shoot me a text occasionally if you want, but beyond that, I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Savannah’s mum holds her heart. “I want a relationship with you again.”
“It’s too late for that.” She sighs. “Look, I’m not trying to hurt you, but this is most certainly a case of too little, too late, Mum. I got tired of being angry and wishing for things that weren’t going to happen. I’ve moved on, and I’m happy.” She squeezes my leg. “Really happy.”
Yeah, fuck you, I make her happy!
“Savannah …” her dad says.
“Don�
��t, Dad. There are no hard feelings. Let’s just leave it at that.”
Isla snorts. “And me?”
“Definitely no hard feelings with you. You’re with Simon, and that’s punishment enough.”
I press my lips together tight, so I don’t laugh. Isla’s eyes become slits as she glares so hard at Savannah. Her parents don’t say anything. I cut them a look in case they suddenly get any ideas.
Savannah stands up.
I blink up at her before rising to my feet. Where is this going?
“You okay, babe?” I ask, touching her back.
Her grey eyes peek up at me, and a smile touches her lips. “I’m great actually.” She turns back to her parents and sister. “I’m glad we got to clear the air, but I think we should leave it there, and you should go.”
Her parents stand. Isla gets up too, and she looks longingly at the door.
“Honey, I don’t—”
“Mum, my offer to message occasionally stands, but that’s it.”
“Right. Okay,” she replies, wiping a tear from her cheek.
Savannah doesn’t react to her mum crying.
“Let’s go. This was a waste of time,” Isla says, folding her arms.
Looking at her sister, Savannah smiles sarcastically. “Take care, and good luck.”
Her parents turn to leave when a hammering on my front door has us all freezing.
Savannah tilts her head up. “What the hell is that?”
I move around her. “I don’t know. You stay there.”
The banging rattles the door until I swing it open.
“What the fuck do you want, prick?” I growl at Simon as he stands before me, breathing heavily with his hands clenched.
In the background, I hear Isla say Simon’s name and the sound of footsteps closing in.
“Where is she?”
“Isla’s inside.”
“Not her!” he snaps.
Savannah. He’s here for Savannah right now.
37
Savannah
Me? Simon wants to see me?
Kent turns back to me from the door, and Simon uses that as the perfect opportunity to let himself into the apartment.
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