by Pamela Ann
His hot breath touched my skin as he tried to control his breathing. Basing from his engorged member that nestled between the crack of my ass, there was no mistaking how aroused he was.
His touch was still feverish, indicating he was still sick, but apparently, his cock didn’t have an off day. Torn between wanting to confront him and indulging my cravings for him, I told myself that I would tell him to stop before this progressed further. But lo and behold, my yearning overruled common sense. And so, I kept on pretending I was asleep while I let River conduct his ministrations on my intimate parts.
Shuddering at the feel of him gently thrusting while trying not to wake me, the head of his dick began to slowly fuck my entrance while his finger incessantly circled my nub. He trailed his lips along the back of my neck before licking and kissing my skin as he sped up.
My pussy was beyond wet. It properly lubricated his thick length, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to have sex. Instead, he maintained this tumultuous, mind-blowing technique, until I began to push my ass back, slowly gyrating against his cock, begging him to end this sweet, agonizing process.
Realizing my impatience, he roughly guided his dick toward my slick opening, putting pressure as it stretched the entrance, inching inside then halting halfway before pulling out of my pussy again. River unhurriedly resumed rubbing against my hole a few more times before sliding it back inside my channel for several strokes before pulling it out once more.
I was about to make my frustration known when I felt the tip of that determined cock hastening its way farther up toward my virgin hole. The moment I realized what he intended, I lied frigidly still.
He began to nip my ear, his middle finger hadn’t left torturing my clit, as his massive member pressed against my untried hole. His ministrations were hypnotizing me to become subdued, making it easily to submit to his demands. My body began to relax, when I felt him apply more pressure, stretching, spreading my entrance. Through my fright, I hadn’t realized how soaked my pussy was that lubricating my anal hole.
Letting out a strangled moan, my fingers dug farther into the mattress, gripping it as he thrust farther into me until he bottomed up. There was a tinge of pain, but nothing too significant that would demand him to stop. It was mostly that alienated feeling of being full. It was a foreign feeling that I wasn’t used to at all. But apart from my discomfort, River was beyond harnessing his carnal needs.
He began to fully fuck me, no holds barred, ripping into my hole to entirely accommodate him, pounding into me full-force. Then he found my lips, parting them with his thumb, while his thick cock annihilated my anal canal.
“Your cunt is so fucking wet,” he groaned as he pummeled harder, spanking my over-sensitized clit until I screamed bloody murder.
“Are you mine?” he demanded harshly as my eyes began to roll, seizing from the insurmountable effect of orgasming from this newly discovered part of my body. I could feel him expand, close to ejaculating, but he seemed to be holding it off. “Are you mine?” he asked, punishingly hammering his dick harder, faster.
“Yes, I’m yours,” I gasped as I tried to hang on for my dear life while wave after wave of orgasms shook my body. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh, my God!”
Tears sprung from my eyes when I felt him thrust a few violent pumps before unloading heavy ropes of his seed, surrendering to the inevitable.
“I love you …” My body felt drained as I tried to get air into my lungs. “I love you,” I heard myself say again before passing out from overexertion.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Distant echoes of a phone ringing somewhere broke me out of my peaceful slumber. How many times had that blasted sound hounded me out of sleep?
I groaned out loud, my mind registering the odd feeling in my butt, snapping me out of fogginess just as everything fell into place.
Memory after memory came crashing down like a domino effect in my mind. Not only had I had sex with the fevered-induced River, but I had also made him ravage the other part that I hadn’t dreamt of ever doing. It was a known fact that River’s touch was fatal to my senses. There was no escaping it. Given that he had been able enough to have sex, I was sure he would survive being by himself now.
Slowly opening my lids, the brightness of the room made me flinch. Did I leave the curtains wide open last night? I couldn’t recall.
Inching to the edge of the bed, I was about to push myself upward when I felt his determined arm pull be back into the mattress.
“What the heck!”
“You’re not going anywhere,” he grated in my ear before he roughly climbed on top of my body, trapping me with his own as he gravely stared down into my face. “Last night … I heard what you said.”
His body was still beyond warm, but instead of focusing on his health, I frowned as I considered his question. Then my heart began to stampede as his question dawned on me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” What was he referring to?
His eyes were unflinching, capturing me with utmost intensity, raking my soul. “You said you loved me.”
Oh, that! I said it out loud?
Frick. Frack. Frock. I had been so out of my bloody mind that I couldn’t even manage to filter my mouth these days.
Nervously licking my lips, my eyes wavered from focus, needing to hide from his intrusive gaze. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I, um, was too overwhelmed. I wasn’t thinking straight—”
Steadfastly capturing my chin, he tilted it slightly so there was no escaping his interrogation. He wanted to see my heart. He wanted to see what I was trying to hide from him.
“Are you … in love with me?” There was a short tremor in his voice, yet his eyes remained obtrusively unyielding. Those impenetrable orbs felt like lasers, ready to burn me if I wasn’t truthful.
My eyes nervously flickered back and forth. I felt … everything.
“River, please—”
“For once just speak the truth, Cara,” he unbendingly commanded, beseeching. “I beg you.”
Oh God … What should I do? If I confirmed his suspicion, what would happen to me? He was pleading for the truth—my truth. What would I be sacrificing if I uttered what truly was in my heart.
Feeling beyond vulnerable, tears began to spring out of my eyes as I tried to avoid his gaze. “What I said is true … but nothing’s changed. I hope you can see that.”
He let go of me as if being close to me scalded him. “How can you say that? Do you know how long I’ve waited for you, Cara? Do you have any idea? Every fucking night … you’ve slowly killed me. I’ve given you my heart, my body—anything I could think of to make amends for my sins, for hurting you in such a cruel way. But nothing I did could ever heal your hurt. I’d drink myself to sleep because I couldn’t stand knowing you’re out somewhere with Kyle. And when I heard you that night after I came back from Ireland … I was beside myself. I did whatever I could to make this fucking pain … in here”—he smashed his fist to his chest—“to be gone. I wanted you gone.
“You fucked with my mind too much, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you again. So, I did what men normally do when they’re fucked up. But you must know, you’ve owned me from the very beginning. You’re the only thing that I care about. You’re the only happiness I know, Cara.
“When my days are dark, one look at you and everything is fine. I’m a troubled soul, but you calm the ghosts that haunt me. These past years without you have been some of the hardest years for me. You knew what you’d do to me if you vanished, and you did it anyway, punishing me for my stupidity.
“How can you ask me to let you go when you taught me what love is? When you showed me what happiness feels like? All of my happy memories—each and every one of them—you’re in them. So, tell me, Cara, where do I go from here? Please fucking tell me!”
I was at a loss. Shifting my body so I could sit back, I toyed with the sheets, wondering where I could even begin explaining the intricate complica
tions of my heart.
“Hail—”
“Do you honestly think I can be with anyone now, knowing you’re in love with me?” River immediately interrupted. “Fuck no! I’m not letting you go. You’re mine. You’re always going to be mine, Cara,” He stated vehemently. “Over my dead fucking corpse, I’m never letting you go.”
The moisture in my eyes began to spring again. “You’re going to hurt me again. You can be so reckless—I know you … I’ll give you everything, and you’re just going to shit over everything over something so stupid!”
“Cara,” he whispered, taking hold of my hands and planting a kiss on each one before gazing into my face. “I can’t swear that I won’t hurt you. I don’t know the future, my love. But what I can promise you is that I will never put anything before you ever again. You will be my priority, and whatever I do workwise, I’ll do it with your permission. I’m not going to make the same mistake.
“I was young and impressionable, but things have changed now. We’ll have to make sacrifices for sure, but it’ll be worth it because we’ll be together. We’ll ride the highs and lows together. You and me, just like before, just like we’re meant to do. We need each other like we need air to breathe, to sustain life, Cara. Stop denying us this second chance. We both deserve to be happy.”
“You make it sound so easy.” I sniffed as I tried to wipe my tears away.
River quickly brushed the remaining tears with his thumbs, beaming down at me like I was the most precious thing he had ever had the chance to hold.
“It won’t be, that’s guaranteed. But we have each other. We’ve gone through all the fucked-up phases in life, and I don’t want to take another step forward without you by my side, babe. I love you. I’ve been in love with you almost all my life. Don’t be cruel and deprive us another shot at a happy future.”
I was beyond hysterical as I began to bawl, ugly big tears and all.
“Where do we go from here?” I sobbed through my nervous laughter, praying that this would heal us both. If we were miserable apart, being together surely was the answer. It had to be.
His lips touched mine like a slow fire, burning deeper, brighter as it went on. “We’ll do it right this time. We’ll talk, laugh, love, hate, and love harder,” he whispered against my lips, promising the future with his entire heart and soul. “But first, I have to see Hailey and tell her the truth.”
Hailey, right. Best to get that bitch out of the way. I couldn’t agree more.
“Yeah, fix that pronto.”
Our lips clashed. It burned as he thoroughly kissed me out of my senses.
“Stay put. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he groaned out before kissing me once more. “Can you promise me you’ll be here when I get back?”
“I’ll be here, I promise.” I would have promised him the stars and moon had he asked for it then.
My heart blossomed, all the agony it endured disappearing.
“I love you.” He lovingly gazed at me, unable to tear himself away.
Beaming at the man who stole my heart, I whispered back, “I love you.”
He gently pulled back, readying to leave as he intently watched me. “I always knew you still loved me, you know … But when you used to speak such vile things to me, I began to doubt myself.”
Those memories hadn’t left my conscience, and for that I was sorry for being such a glorified bitch.
“It took a while for me to understand what I was feeling. It was a terrible process. I hope you can forgive me for that.”
“I know, and we’re stronger for it.” He crawled back into bed to kiss me senselessly. “Love like ours never dies.”
“More like crazy,” I muttered against his lips, hating that he had to leave, yet knowing Hailey shouldn’t wait. Our future was at stake, and we wouldn’t be able to move forward if her stench plagued us.
“I love you like crazy, Cara Quinn.”
“Hurry back, okay? I just want to get this over with. It’s causing me anxiety.”
Fuck, this man was going to be the death of me. How did I ever manage to think that I could fall out of love with him? The man had captured my heart at eleven, seized my soul at thirteen, and conquered my body at sixteen.
“Okay, I gotta go. Love you again.”
“Back at ya, babe.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
I was in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water, when River walked in with a crestfallen face. A mammoth indicator that all didn’t go well.
“What happened?” I immediately asked, rushing toward him.
He seemed troubled, still in shock. At the same time, he looked confused.
What did Hailey do? I mean, what could she do to affect him in such a way? Did she hit him with something?
My thoughts ran amuck as I impatiently waited for him to describe his brief visit to her house.
River shrugged before resting his forehead against mine, holding me like I was the only thing that held him together.
“She didn’t take it well,” he slowly began. “I expected that. Of course I did.”
“But?”
“She made threats. She was hysterical, but I’m not sure if she’ll follow through with it.”
What kind of woman would do such a heinous thing, threatening a man who clearly didn’t want to be with her? Was this how spoiled, little, rich girls acted?
“What kind of threats? She needed to toughen the fuck up. It’s only a breakup, not a divorce. What the hell!”
“Work-related stuff.” He shook his head in pure disbelief. “You do know her father’s quite powerful and influential, right? It’ll be really fucked-up if she becomes spiteful and asks him to meddle in my business affairs.”
What a savage cunt. A spiteful savage cunt at that.
Putting my opinions aside, I focused on River. It was his livelihood she was about to mess with, which was beyond preposterous.
Channeling a cool demeanor, I tried to smile to lighten him up. “Hailey’s hurt. We of all people know that when we’re in pain, we say things we don’t really mean. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.” I stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips before cradling his face. “If she really cares about you, she won’t hurt you like that.”
Vindictive people were mercurial. But if she cared for River, she wouldn’t try to hurt his career. What kind of monster would do such a thing?
“Let’s hope so.” He sounded so depleted. It tore me to see him like this. “Cara?”
“Hmmm?”
He breathed out before lovingly gazing into my eyes. “I know it’s been crazy and all, but … I just wanna say that you have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”
Jesus.
“I love you, too.”
It was overwhelming. Of course it was, but my mind lingered on Hailey and what harm she intended to do.
“Are you really sure?”
His question made me smack his shoulder, laughing. “I’m very sure. I’ve known for quite some time, but I was in denial.”
He matched my grin. “Thank God you’ve come back to me. It’s all I’ve ever prayed for.” He softly kissed my cheek before holding me close.
We basked in each other’s presence and our newfound bliss.
Our conversation was interrupted by Ari, his asshat of an agent. One I didn’t get on with, but quite good at his darn job. River wouldn’t be where he was today if it weren’t for his help.
The call was short and, basing from River’s face, it seemed the spiteful witch really had gone through with her damn threat. The saga he had just signed for, the multi-million-dollar contract, was now cancelled. Six movies all gone down the drain.
“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” It was, and it was Hailey’s, too. I would give her an earful the next time I saw her. How dare she toy around people’s livelihood like it was some sick game she could pass her time by? This was beyond nonsensical.
“It’s fucked up, but what can we do? Let’s just move on, okay? At the end
of the day, it’s just money, babe.” His buoyant outlook stunned me.
“A heck-load of money.” It wasn’t necessarily about the figures. It was more about petty Hailey becoming vexed from being dropped like a hot potato. If this had happened to me, and say Kyle intervened or what of it, I would gouge his eyes out. Thank goodness Kyle was a sweetheart. River surely knew how to pick ’em.
River wrapped his arms around me then picked me up, giving me more love than I deserved. “It sure is … But money can be found again. You, on the hand, there’s only one of you, and I’d rather not have money if I can’t have you.”
Underneath all the loathsome things I thought of, deep down I felt responsible for losing him the contracts. Had I kept my mouth shut, he wouldn’t be in this god-awful nightmare. Ari must tremendously hate me.
The man wasn’t a fan of mine, and I was almost sure I had just made his public enemy list after today. I didn’t dare begin calculating how much percentage he had lost on this one. It would be astronomical.
“River, are you sure? I don’t want you to resent me. Maybe if I spoke to Hailey and perhaps convince her to change her mind…?”
“Let it be. It’s a done deal, petal.” He placed me down, smiling, assuring me everything was going to be okay. “Besides, I have music to fall back on now. Maybe this is a surefire sign that I should concentrate on music for a while. I’m almost done finishing the album, anyway.”
“You’re one optimistic man,” I said.
If this had happened to a lesser man, he would probably drop me in a flash. River was one of a kind. I was one lucky woman, indeed.
“As long as you’re with me, nothing can hurt me. You and a guitar in my hand, the only essential things I need in life.” Kissing the tip of my nose, his love brightly shone in his eyes.
“You’ll be great. Music’s always been your main passion.” I was with him through and through. Hailey could go suck a damn hairy fat toe for all I cared.
“Do you remember the promise tree? When I declared my love and made those vows to love you until the last breath left my body? I mean that. I was sixteen years old, but I knew I had found forever with you, Cara.”
