Completion Chapter 26

The tables near us were not occupied, though it wouldn’t have mattered. I turned the full force of my anger on my-ex-boyfriend.

"What the fuck are you doing, Killian?"

"My mother wanted to et you."

I took a slow, calming breath hoping I wouldn’t start crying. "And I wanted to hear your voice, talk to you, make sure you were okay. But no, you got your suck off and gave the fuck off. How dare you show up here tonight with your mother."

I was impressed that I managed to keep my voice relatively low.

I saw a touch of anger spark in Killian’s eyes. "I told you what being with was like during season, Rebecca. I don’t like to lose."

"You know what, Killian, that’s just too damn bad. I’m sorry your tricycle got mangled and ssed up the shiny red paint. I’m an adult. I don’t like to lose either, but I would never do what you did."

Killian’s eyes went over my shoulder and I knew his mother was standing behind us.

I moved slightly so she could sit down in her chair.

"I’m sorry, Mrs. MacGregor, but my break is starting and I won’t be available to serve your al."

I walked away and didn’t look back. I made it past the kitchen into the back storage room before I started crying. Jim, my manager, ca in. He was obviously at a loss, but agreed to have another waitress cover my tables. I slipped out the back door and made it ho to my apartnt in one piece.

I couldn’t stop the flow of tears and had no idea what ti it was when soone pounded on my door. It didn’t take much imagination to figure out it was Killian. I walked to the door, refusing to open it, and childishly told him to go ho.

"I’m not going ho, Rebecca. Open the damn door."

Maybe, I thought, we needed to end this here and now. I opened the door and stepped back.

Killian walked in and turned to face . I closed the door behind him with a resounding thud.

"I’m sorry." His eyes showed so much hurt.

I hated myself for wanting to give in and lt against him so badlytake him in my arms and kiss him until soti tomorrow. But I knew our relationship wasn’t going to work.

"I know you’re sorry Killian and I’m sure you’ll be sorry the next ti and the next. I can’t deal with your single-minded intensity for the ga. I’ve thought about it. You make feel beautiful and I have more confidence in myself than I have since I was twelve years old." I took a calming breath before continuing. "But, Killian, you’ve hurt more than anyone ever has. I’m not pro-sport girlfriend material. I’m middle of the pack and happy to be there. Go ho, Killian, and thank you for everything."

He just stared at and I could feel my eyes welling over. I didn’t want to cry in front of him, but I knew it was pointless to think I could hold them back. I moved away from the door hoping he would leave.

He took a step closer, but didn’t touch . "I love you, Rebecca."

I closed my eyes.

"Please don’t cry." Fingers brushed the side of my face. "I didn’t an to hurt you, but I shut down. I was just going to drop you off at your house, not touch you, but I couldn’t help myself. I’m a fucking bastard, but, baby, I love you."

I leaned forward just a bit and I was in his arms. God, I loved him, and at the sa ti felt a crushing pressure inside my chest. Killian picked up and carried to the couch.

"I love you," he said over and over, smoothing my hair away from my face, making cry harder.

His lips finally rested against my forehead for a mont before sitting against the couch cushions and walking away. He ca back with a box of tissues. When he tried to blow my nose, I grabbed the tissue out of his hand and did it myself.

I managed to gain control, but I needed him to know how I felt. "I can’t do this again, Killian." I looked up at him and saw the hurt I felt reflected in his eyes. "I love you, too, and that made this so much worse."

He kissed . It was soft and sweet and full of promise. His arms went around and he pulled tight against his chest. "My mother wants you to co over for dinner this Sunday."

"Your mother hates ."

His chest rumbled and I clenched his shirt.

"She doesn’t hate you. The woman won’t co to any of my gas. She doesn’t put up with after losing or even before a ga when I won’t talk. She told years ago she’d knock my head into the nearest wall for my attitude. When I was in high school, she made clean our apartnt on ga days. I’d scrub the bathroom floor on my hands and knees and she’d point out every spot I missed."

I was laughing now. "I don’t think your sports psychologist is working very well, Killian."

His hand tightened in my hair. "He is. You have no idea how bad things used to be."

I pulled away and looked into his eyes. "Make love to . Please don’t fuck ."

I didn’t need to say anything else. Killian carried to my bed and slowly took my nightshirt and panties off. He stood and removed his clothes. When he leaned down on the bed, his hands and lips worshipped my body. I kissed him whenever I could reach skin.

The slow build of my orgasm made gasp for air. Liquid heat pooled between my legs as his fingers worked their magic. I burned until the spasms overflowed. Killian’s eyes found mine and his cock t the entrance to my still-quivering pussy.

"I love you, Rebecca." He slid inside.

I watched him move; his hair partially covered his eyes and his lips drew into a firm line. He moved in and out with slow, asured strokes. The heat built again, or maybe it had never stopped. Killian gritted his teeth when my next orgasm shook throughout my body, but he didn’t stop.

"Please, Killian."

"I love you, Rebecca." His thrusts beca harder, his breath more ragged.

I cried out when my body tightened again and this ti he groaned loudly. Killian succeeded in making feel loved.

But I still knew it wouldn’t last.