“Fuck, you feel good,” I said.
One hand holding on to her hip, and the other full of her tit, I pumped into her until I was riding out my own orgasm.
I fell on top of her, still planted firmly between her thighs. This is what heaven felt like, I was sure of it.
Placing a kiss on her shoulder, I slipped out of her, pulled the condom off and put it back in the wrapper so I could toss it on the floor next to the bed.
She let out a chuckle as she turned on her side. Throwing a leg over me, she laid her head on my chest and I wrapped my arm around her.
“I really just did that,” she said.
“How do you feel?”
“Really good,” she said, peeking up at me with a smile.
“You sore?”
“No.”
I smiled. “Good. Next time I won’t be so gentle.”
I think I heard her gulp. “Oh yeah?”
I tucked my chin on top of her head. “I usually fuck. Hard.”
“What made you be gentle with me?”
I exhaled a long breath. Jesus Christ. She had to know the answer to this. Even if I wasn’t any good for her, I couldn’t stay away. I wish she was smart enough to run, but I think I’m dumb enough to follow.
At this point, there’s really no escaping me.
“You’re different,” I said.
“So are you.”
And we laid there. As long as we possibly could before her family noticed she was ditching school two days in a row and hadn’t been home.
If I was a decent person, I’d feel bad about that. But the girl of my dreams was laying naked, wrapped around me, in my bed. It was kind of hard to feel guilty about it.
Right or wrong, she belonged with me. They’d all figure it out eventually.
I just hoped that happened without any more busted truck windows and broken noses.
When I checked my phone, I had eleven missed calls and thirty-two text messages. Emily, Mom, and even Grandma, and all alternating between panic mode and anger.
Noticeably absent was Aiden.
I understood he didn’t want to talk, but a small part of me wanted to check on him. I think he would do the same in my situation. But he was a dick to me, and he’d started drama between Emily and me. I hovered over his name before deciding to hold off.
I shoved my phone in my pocket, ignoring the rest of the world. Except, one very large part of mine. Who was currently sitting on his bed shirtless and so damn sexy. It’s hard to believe he’s an actual person some days. But after today, oh my god! How can he not only exist, but actually be into me?
I caught my bottom lip between my teeth, blushing furiously.
That sexy guy in front of me. He’s different today.
Losing your virginity is Hella weird. I look the same, but I feel…different. This whole new world opened up for me, and I wanted to spend every waking second exploring it. But unfortunately, my mom threatened to call the cops in a text, and I’m not a thousand percent sure what goes on over here, but I don’t want to test his arrogance by thinking he can get away with everything he’s involved in. So today, Mom wins and I’m dragging my heavy feet home.
“Keep looking at me like that and you aren’t leaving,” Roman said, matter of fact.
“Like what?” I asked.
Standing, he closed the distance between us. His hands landed on my waist as he studied me. His eyes danced around my face.
“You do this thing where you bite your bottom lip when you’re thinking.”
Involuntarily, I dropped my lip. I didn’t realize I was doing that. I looked down as my face glowed red. With his fingers, he lifted my chin.
“It’s sexy as hell.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, chuckling with embarrassment.
“Don’t be embarrassed around me, Raquel. Every fucking thing you do is sexy.” He leaned in next to my ear. “And trust me, I’d know.”
I swear he did that on purpose. My skin prickled with goosebumps. He leaned back, looking cocky as ever. I just shook my head. I really didn’t have a response for that. Honestly, I was speechless around him a lot.
And for different reasons than I was for normal people.
He scared me. A hot thrill of nerves shot through me every time he spoke.
And the rest of the world? I just didn’t speak because I hated them.
“Walk me out?” I asked.
“With much reluctance.” He was dangerously close to me. I shivered, hoping he wouldn’t notice, and just let me go. He didn’t need to put too much pressure on me for me to say fuck it and stay here forever.
He must have sensed my reluctance because he threaded his fingers through mine, smiling, he gave me a tug. “Come on. Your family? They’re gonna be pissed at me a lot, but let’s keep that in the future. I don’t want to test it now.”
His mouth carved into a grin, and my brow shot up. “Since when do you care what anyone thinks?” I asked.
He stopped in front of his door, turning to face me. “I don’t. But I’d be scared for anyone who tried to keep you away from me.”
My breath hitched in my throat. Mouth hanging agape, I tried to form a sentence, but I snapped my jaw shut and nodded instead.
When he said things like that, I just shut the hell up. I was along for the fun ride, but something deep down told me I should fear him. Or what he could do to me.
But that same voice? It landed me in his bed, and every inch of me was shouting that I’d be back in it.
Apparently, I’m attracted to that tiny voice in the back of my brain that tells me to run from danger? It makes sense. I grew up in a tiny ass, uneventful town with a boring boyfriend and friends who didn’t get me. It makes sense I’d run face first into the first sign of excitement, right?
Blame it on my ADHD, baby, or something like that.
I shook my head, peeking up at him as he dragged me through the hallway and down the stairs. I felt like I was being thrown to the wolves, but he was right in a weird way.
I needed to speak to them, because I had a feeling down the road, they’d be furious with me about something else. And staying the night with my boyfriend? It wasn’t something I wanted to waste a grounding over.
OH MY GOD! Is he my boyfriend?
My brows shot high on my forehead, and I tried to control my breathing. Fuck, I was stuck in my head again. Roman shook my hand and I jerked my head in his direction, scanning his face.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Nothing,” I squeaked, hoping he didn’t notice how high pitched my voice got with my lie.
“Yeah, I’m not buying that,” he laughed.
“Drop it for now?”
His eyes danced across my face, serious at first and then a smirk took over his features. “For now,” he said.
We were standing in front of his door now. Awkwardly raking my fingers through the ends of my hair, I switched the weight on my other leg,
“I should probably go,” I said, nodding to the door.
He gave me a clipped nod. “Call me if there’s any problems?”
It was my turn to smile. “With my mom and grandma? What are you going to do?”
His face broke into that grin that should make my insides scream at me to run far away. Like a venomous snake before it struck its poison at an unsuspecting victim. But I stood there in front of the strike, waiting to be taken down.
I’m not a victim at all. Maybe a partner, waiting to be burned in the flames of the good time that stood in front of me.
He tucked a lock behind my ear. “Sweet Raquel, don’t ask questions you aren’t ready to hear the answers to.”
He always speaks in code.
I squint up at him, really taking him in, and he lets out a laugh.
“Call me after you talk to your mom?”
I captured my bottom lip between my teeth, “Sure.”
And his lips were on mine. Forceful a
nd full of promises. I ate it up, parting his lips, I massaged his tongue with mine.
My fist balled in his shirt, pulling him closer. Because now was never enough with him. I wanted forever. Drown it all out. I stopped thinking when I was with him.
He threaded his fingers through my hair but pulled away too soon. With a lopsided grin on his face, he pulled me back by the hair, inches away from his mouth.
I could hear my heart thumping in my ears. My shoulders rose and fell as I tried to keep my composure, as I caught my breath, and that’s why I noticed he seemed completely unaffected. With a slight gleam in his eye, he held me by the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair.
He enjoyed making me feel like I was losing control,
“I need to go,” I said through gritted teeth.
He unlocked his hold on my hair. “As you wish,” he whispered.
He took a step back, opening the door, he motioned for me to walk through it. I couldn’t ignore that playful smile as I glared at him before walking through the door.
When I walked through the front door, I didn’t stop, but I felt his eyes on me. Even when I got to my driveway. It was starting to feel like Roman was everywhere.
When I walked through Grandma’s door, Mom’s eyes were glued to me. The worst part about her? She had no middle ground. She was either in bed for weeks or trying to earn the award for strictest parent of the year.
“Where have you been?”
“I stayed with a friend,” I said. I stood near the stairs, hoping she would end our conversation soon and I could go upstairs away from here.
“What friend?”
“Emily.” The lie slipped through my teeth faster than I could tell myself she probably knew I was lying about that. She could call Emily’s parents.
“She called me yesterday.”
Mom shifted, crossing her right leg over the other as she watched me, waiting for me to react. As if her getting out of bed one day suddenly made her a mother.
“And?”
“She told me about your little disagreement. She’s really worried about you.” Her eyes slid up and down my face.
“Yeah, well, I stayed the night at her house, so I guess we’ve made up.”
“Raquel Elizabeth, do you expect me to believe that?” A chuckle escaped her lips as she sat up straighter, gaining confidence in her newfound parenting.
Fine.
She wants to play this game?
Absent mother pops up after ignoring her daughter most of her life?
She’s going to be met with an attitude hotter than hell fire every time she tries.
Game on, mom.
I straightened, squaring my shoulders as I lifted the corner of my lips. “I honestly don’t care what you believe.”
When her jaw dropped, I arched a brow. There wasn’t anything she could say. She didn’t know me and she sure as hell didn’t know how to handle me. So, I spun on my heels and left the living room, and mom picking her jaw up off the floor.
I passed through the foyer, resting my hand on the railing as I flung myself up, taking the steps two by two.
But when I reached the top, I came to a grinding halt.
Grandma was standing there, arms crossed, and lips pursed.
“We’ll talk in your room.” And that was all she said before she left.
So, I’ve never wanted to jump off a staircase so much in my life, but I gritted my teeth and walked into my room where she was waiting for me.
I mean, I’m leaving in a few months, but she’s been nice to me. She gave me a car for God’s sake. And honestly, she kinda scared me. Like she could destroy my entire life without a strand of hair moving from her perfect blowout.
She just had that effect on people.
Maybe that’s why Mom is terrified of her.
My bottom lip is caught between my teeth and I’m staring at the window when my grandma snapped her fingers in front of my face.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. I tossed my backpack on the floor and collapsed on the bed.
“His name is Roman, right? One of the Pierce boys?”
I gulped and nodded. Yeah, I didn’t have the strength to form words in my mouth.
Sighing, she took two steps over until she was at my chair, sitting down and crossing her legs at her ankles, she flicked an invisible hair off her forehead. She was the epitome of class. And horror.
“I’ve dated a few like that. Exciting,” she spoke, smiling fondly at a memory. “They make you feel alive. Like you’re the only girl on the planet.”
And then her eyes were on me. No humor. No smiles. Dark and disappointed.
“Ask me how it always ends.”
I let out a shaky breath. “Badly.”
She nodded. “I’m not your mother, Raquel. I won’t take away your car keys or force you away from the boy. I know from experience that only makes the yearning worse.”
I just nodded.
“But I want you to know when this thing does end, because it will, young love with a bad boy never works out. I want you to remember I tried to warn you before you got in too deep. He will destroy you. Not only emotionally, but he’ll ruin every other man out there. You’ll always compare them to your first love. That first bad boy who thrilled you in ways you’ll never experience again.”
I shook my head. “I don’t love him. We just hang out. He’s the only one here I can tolerate.”
“Honey, you can lie to your mom. But if there’s one woman on this planet you can’t hide your feelings about a boy too, it’s me. I’ve been in love with more men than the years that you’ve been alive.” A smile tugged on her lips.
I chuckled and stared down at my speckled Chuck Taylors. “Why does she think she can pop in and be a mom when it suits her?”
She brought the back of her hand to her mouth and looked off, thinking. “It’s the best she can do, I suppose.”
“Do you ever think you were too hard on her?”
“A mother is on her daughters. Her only hope for them is that they’re a bigger woman than she ever could be,” she said.
Standing, she smoothed her skirt, and walked over to me. With her hand on my shoulder, she smiled. “I know it’s late to come in your life, but I hope we can have a relationship.”
“Of course,” I promised, trying to match her smile.
She walked away from me, stopping when she got to my door. “I think we’re more alike than she wants us to be. But don’t worry about her, have your fun. I’ll take care of your mother.”
I nodded, thanking her with my eyes.
She finally got it.
Sometimes the only way you’ll see how bad a loved one has gotten is when you’re no longer given the option to look away.
For the first time in mom’s adult life, her own mother can’t deny her illness. Like mine has done my whole life until Dad died, and she could no longer deny I was different.
Generational curses suck.
I can’t say I’d ever thought about a girl after a fuck. I don’t know if I remember any of their names truthfully. But here I was, gripping my phone in my hand wanting to call Raquel.
At what point did I go from wanting to fuck her to wanting to know how she was feeling after her first time?
I wiped a hand down my face, releasing a groan. I threw the covers back and tossed my phone on the bed.
Before walking in my closet, I stared at my reflection. I raked my fingers through my hair, pushing it off my forehead. It was better than nothing. I pulled a pair of jeans and slid them on. Grabbed a basic black shirt and slipped on some Vans.
I shrugged my black jacket on, pulled a beanie over my head and grabbed my phone and the keys to the Range Rover. And I was off.
I shot a quick text to Raquel. Be there in 5. Be ready.
Smirking, I imagine she’s cussing me right now for waking her up and demanding she leave her house at ten in the morning on a Saturday. But she’d thank
me later.
I took the backstairs two by two, barely stopping at the bottom long enough to rip the door open.
When I hopped in the Range Rover and started it, my phone buzzed from a text. My mouth spread into a grin.
Raquel: I hate you
Keep telling yourself that.
She was standing at the end of her driveway. If I was the kind of guy that liked to talk to parents, I might be offended. But with the way her mom treats her, it’d be best for me to never step foot in that house.
I’ve been told I have a temper. I don’t believe that shit, I just think I do and say what no one else has the balls to do and say. So, I’ll safely pick my girl up at the end of the driveway every time if it means not screaming at her mom.
I slowed to a stop and Raquel hopped in the passenger seat. “I don’t like being alive this early.”
She adjusted a pair of sunglasses on her face. Sighing, she leaned back in the seat.
“First stop, coffee,” I replied with a smile. Her head jerked in my direction, and I was positive she was shooting daggers at me with her eyes, but that only made me smile wider.
“Why am I not in my bed right now?”
I brought my hand to my lips, trying to contain a laugh. She really walked into this. Knowing she’s likely to get embarrassed this morning, I still go for it.
“That can be arranged.” I hooked a right turn and pulled into a coffee shop with a drive thru. “I’ve been trying to figure out how I can slip into your window. We could try it out instead?”
Her breath caught. “What exactly do you have planned?”
The speaker cracked, and I turned from Raquel. “Welcome to Java Cup, what can I get you?”
“Two large dark roasts. Sugar and cream in both,” I replied.
“How do you know what I drink?” She asked as I pulled to the window.
“It was just a hunch.” I smirked as I handed the chick at the window my debit card.
Her eyes went wide, and she fumbled awkwardly sticking my card in the reader. Angling my body to face Raquel, I grabbed her hand and laced my fingers through hers and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.
Sometimes you have to discreetly show the world who you belong to.
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