by Vivian Ward
“This is going to be completely worth it,” he says, positioning himself between my legs.
Up until now, Zack and I have only had the illusion that we’re just friends. But now that everything is spiraling out of control and happening faster than we could ever imagine, things are coming to light.
I know that doing this will certainly change my relationship with both of them. Nothing will ever be the same with Trent or Zack. Not only will it change my relationship with them, but it will change theirs forever.
The next thing I know, it happens all at once. Before I have the opportunity to change my mind or rethink my decision, he slips himself inside me.
Just like that, my innocent relationship with him is lost. Forever tarnished. In his words, “There's no going back.”
And it feels so good and so bad. So right, yet so wrong.
He feels so different inside of me than his brother does. Not as thick, but longer. Different. He fills me in a way that his brother never could.
Tossing my head back, I close my eyes as my inner devil silences my inner angel, telling her to shut the hell up, to let me enjoy this.
My body takes him in, my wetness glistening on his cock as my arousal covers him, and I like it. His fingers leave my ankles and settle for a thicker spot; my hips.
Digging his fingers into my skin, he fucks me harder, leaving indentations behind as he takes me.
A low throaty growl escapes his throat as he picks up his pace and his fingers dig deeper into my skin, his trimmed nails cutting into my flesh, leaving behind half moons as he brings himself closer to cumming.
I reach down, massaging my clit as he continues hammering into me and bring myself to climax along with him.
As the hours pass by, more rounds of incessant fucking ensue, and we fuck until both of us are exhausted. I can barely walk because my legs are so wobbly and bowlegged.
My phone has rung several times; a combination of my dad and Trent.
But right now, I have other things on my mind.
“I better get going,” I say he cradles me in his arms. The two of us are lying in bed, staring at the ceiling fan.
“Stay. Stay the night with me. I don’t want you to go back home.”
Lying next to him makes me realize two things:
1) I want to be with him.
2) I have to help him.
Against my better judgment, I snuggle up close to him for the night and let myself forget about the missed phone calls and unread text messages. I’ll deal with them tomorrow.
Chapter 19
Scrubbing the guilt off myself, I don’t feel like I can get my skin clean enough.
It’s red and raw, but it doesn’t stop me from layering my body pouf with more soap and repeating the scrubbing ritual that’s taking place under the hot water.
My body might be dirty, but I don’t realize how dirty I am until I go to wash down there. We fucked so much last night that I’m completely filled with his seed, and it feels like I’ll never be able to wash all of it away.
The scorching hot water is a welcoming pain that I feel emotionally because I deserve to be punished. Trent’s a great guy; he didn’t ask for any of this, and I’ve brought it all upon myself.
Greed, danger, sex, money, and power. I wanted it all. I got one small taste, and that was all it took until I was hooked. I thought I had it all figured out until I started stripping off clothes in Zack’s apartment and began lying to Trent about everything.
Even if I wanted to walk away from all of it right now, I can’t. I’m still waiting to hear back from the two guidos who showed up at my dad’s house.
I finally get out of the shower and send Trent a text, offering a weak excuse as to why I ignored him last night.
Sorry, babe. Got carried away with my girl’s night out. I’ll talk to you later.
