Without Regret
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“Chris?” she said, sounding close to tears as she hugged his head tightly to her chest. “It hurts!”
“I can’t do anything about it until I get a condom,” he said tightly. They needed to find a store, now. As it was his selfcontrol was dissolving as he laid in her arms.
She felt so good, so warm, he thought as he reached between them with a shaky hand and for the first time in his life stroked himself. He knew it wouldn’t do any good, in fact it would probably make things worse for him, but he couldn’t help himself.
It felt so f**king good, he thought as he licked his way to Izzy’s right nipple and ran the flat of his tongue over it before he pulled it between his lips and suckled it.
“You don’t need one!” Izzy practically screamed as her h*ps rolled up against him.
“Yes. I. Do,” he bit out angrily around a mouthful of breast. One thing he would never f**k with was the risk of getting her pregnant. He didn’t want kids and he sure as hell didn’t want a reason to be forced to keep her.
“No, you don’t,” she stressed, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and yanked until he released her breast to look at her.
“I don’t want kids, Munchkin,” he snapped even as his eyes latched onto the other nipple that sorely needed his attention. He licked his lips as he stroked faster.
“And I’m trying to tell you that I can’t have kids, ass**le. Now either f**k me or get the hell out of my way so that I can find someone who will!”
Something in him snapped at the thought of her letting another man touch her. He dropped his hand away and moved off her so that he could open her pants. Once he pulled the zipper down he didn’t waste time. He yanked her pants down six inches and pressed her legs forward until her knees touched her br**sts and exposed her pu**y.
His dick jumped approvingly as he ran his eyes over the short trimmed wet golden curls covering her swollen pink lips. As much as he would love to find out how sweet she was he needed to put them both out of their misery. He just hoped this didn’t add to the pain.
“Please, Chris!” she sobbed wildly as she squirmed.
“You better not be lying to me about not being able to have children,” he bit out as he positioned himself between her legs.
“Feel free to call my doctor after this if you want. He can tell you all about my blocked tubes, but for right now I’d really appreciate it if you f**ked me!”
With a groan he thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt. His jaw clenched as pleasure wiped away the pain. She was so f**king wet and hot that he didn’t care when her walls suddenly clamped down tightly and refused to allow him even one thrust. Warmth spread down his spine the same time immense pleasured burst around his navel and shot to the tip of his dick. His knees buckled, forcing him to grab onto the hood of the car and hold on as his balls tightened along with the hold she had on him.
He was barely aware of her screams as she throbbed violently around him. One second he was licking his lips and trying desperately to thrust his h*ps against her and the next he was fighting back a scream as he felt himself release inside of her.
It felt so f**king good. So right and he knew this was the biggest f**kup of his life.
Chapter 24
“Get dressed,” Chris said tightly as he pulled out of her and let her legs drop over the side of the car.
When she could only lie there sprawled on the hood of the car as she tried desperately to catch her breath, he tossed the plaid shirt at her. “Get dressed,” he repeated more coldly this time.
Hugging the shirt to her chest she slowly sat up. It took twice as long as it should have, but that probably had something to do with the fact that her body was shaking violently with the aftermath of her release.
She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that not only had she wanted sex, but she’d actually enjoyed it, really enjoyed it. It was a bit surprising that the best sex of her life had also been the quickest sex of her life. It barely lasted a half a minute and there had been no thrusting, although she had tried several times to move against him, but the position he’d had her in hadn’t allowed any movement or participation on her part.
“We need to get going, Munchkin. ”
For a moment she simply sat there trying to make sense of everything. She tried to figure out how she’d gone from a three a. m. meeting to ha**ng s*x with a guy she didn’t particularly like, but couldn’t stop craving on top of a car in the middle of an abandoned parking lot. Her life had never been exactly normal, but this was ridiculous.
“Get in the car, Munchkin. We need to go now,” Chris snapped irritably as he pulled on a gray tee shirt.
Weren’t men supposed to be mellow after sex? Or maybe this was just the way men acted after ha**ng s*x with her, she thought bitterly as she pulled her shirt on. She’d had sex with three men in her life and not once had any of them cuddled her, kissed her, or told her how much she meant to them afterwards.
No, instead she got complaints, dirty looks and a whole hell of a lot of drama. She was so sick of being treated like garbage and a walking disappointed. There wasn’t a single person in her life who’d ever been happy, truly happy with the person that she was.
Her parents never bothered to hide the fact that they wished her brother had been the one to survive the birth. Hell, every year on her birthday they made a huge cake for the child that would never be and somehow forgot about her. Christmas had been such joy in her house, a few meager gifts under the tree for her and five days of depression for her parents. Of course that was until she turned twelve and her parents felt she was old enough to watch herself for a few days while went away so that they wouldn’t have to be reminded of what would never be.
They went away so damn often that she doubted they figured out that she’d moved out at sixteen for a several months. Then again if they noticed she was gone she had no idea since they never came looking for her.
Stupidly she’d left an address where they could find her and even stayed in that rat trap hoping that they’d come looking for her. When it became painfully obvious that they weren’t going to she moved clear across the country without a look back.
From there she had to deal with people being pissed at her for not giving them her program, not taking jobs that were generously offered, but weren’t for her. Her friends, who stopped bothering with her when they realized what should have been more than obvious to anyone with two working eyes that she was exactly a social bug. Then there were the boyfriends who let her know that she came up short in the girlfriend department because she didn’t fawn over them, didn’t drop everything she was doing to be with them, and let her know in graphic detail how much of a disappointment she was in bed. But the kicker to the whole thing had to be Chris.
It was just so nice to know that the first guy she’d ever reacted to thought that she was weak and worthless.
Oh, and let’s not forget that the man thought she was a slut, an opinion that she probably confirmed by allowing him to screw her on the hood of a stolen car.
After the mind blowing sex they just had it was nice to know that he was back to being pissed at her. Actually, judging by the way he wouldn’t even look in her direction she would have to say that the man hated her more than ever now.
That was just great, she thought dryly.