Bad Seed

by Rye Hart

  “Hard,” she whispered.

  I drew my hips back and slammed into her, watching as her back arched. Her fingernails were clawing at me as I set a relentless pace. I hovered above her, pounding into her sweet pussy as her legs gripped me tightly. Her soft thighs were pliable against my twitching muscles, and her tits were bouncing wildly underneath her shirt. I shoved it up to her chin so I could watch the show they put on for me, fucking her with abandon. Skin slapping skin filled the room as cries of pleasure and need fell from Theresa’s lips.

  “Yes! Grant—just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Harder, please!”

  With every wild thrust, she scooted up the bed. She scooted so far that she was about to hang off it. I rose up onto my heels and unfurled her legs from my body, then tossed them over my shoulders. I gripped her hips and pulled her to me, then used her body as leverage as I thrust over and over again. I slammed her against my body, watching the waves of our connection ripple over her precious curves. I was growling and grunting as sweat dripped down my brow, and Theresa was massaging her tits and tugging at her nipples.

  She was out of control, and yet completely in control and it was intoxicating to watch.

  I felt her pussy milking my cock. I felt her body pulling me closer. My balls were ready to explode, and my cock was throbbing against her walls. I could feel her juices dripping down my skin, drenching my thighs to match hers. Theresa’s legs locked up and her hips arched off the bed, and I squeezed her ass and held her there as my cock slid into her one last time.

  “Yes! Grant! Shit!”

  Her juices caused my thumb to slip and it pierced the puckered hole clenched between her beautiful cheeks, and I watched her flinch. Her entire body contracted as my cock spilled into her, pumping her full of my hot cum as her pussy grew greedy. Hungry. Begging for more.

  Then, I heard a breathless want fall from Theresa’s lips.

  “Move it,” she said. “Please.”

  I crooked my thumb against her, and she moaned. I slid it slowly up and pushed it back in as her orgasm continued. She was shivering, her muscles were working overtime. My cock was clamped inside of her, unable to move as my thumb stroked her ass. She pulsed for me, rendered speechless from the pleasure coursing through her system. I slowly fucked her ass with my thumb as I held her in midair, watching her head hang over the edge of the bed as she clung to the sheets.

  She was gasping as her body dripped with sweat. Her pussy slowly let me go, and I slid out before I gathered her in my arms. My thumb slipped from her ass. She was heaving for air. Gasping and coughing, like she hadn’t had water in days.

  I held her close to me, rocking her side to side. The aftershocks of her orgasm kept her in a constant state of shivering. I fell against the bed and took her with me, then grabbed the blanket and slid it over our bodies. Her face was pressed into the crook of my neck as she caught her breath, her hands reaching out to mine.

  She laced our fingers together as our intermingled juices dripped from between her legs and ran over my skin. But I didn’t care.

  All I cared about was the sweet slumber Theresa had slipped back into and how soft she felt against my body.

  This was where I was always meant to be.

  CHAPTER 25

  THERESA

  When I woke up the next morning, my body was an aching mess. But my head wasn’t throbbing, and a smile crossed my cheeks. The sun was hanging high in the sky, and I could still smell the presence of Grant. Memories of the night before crashed to the forefront of my mind, and I rolled over to find him.

  But he wasn’t there.

  I sat up in bed and looked around, then smiled at the sensation. My neck no longer hurt as much, and it reminded me that my body was healing itself, that I was getting better. I was going to be okay, no matter what happened.

  I slid from the bed and wrapped the sheet around my body before I went in search of Grant.

  It was the first time I was getting a decent look at the hotel room. The miniature kitchen. The plush couches and chairs. The soft carpet underneath my feet. But it wasn’t until I turned and looked out onto the porch that I saw what made this place special.

  It was oceanfront.

  I dragged the sheet off the bed and stepped out onto the balcony. Grant was sitting out there in a chair with his legs spread wide in nothing but a pair of boxers. The salty wind was whipping around, kicking up sand as the waves crashed against the shore. Grant looked back at me and grinned, then I made my way over and sat in his lap.

  “Morning,” he said, his arm wrapping around me.

  “Good morning,” I said.

  I giggled as he nuzzled into my hair.

  “Sleep well?” he asked.

  “Oh yes,” I said, breathlessly.

  “Good,” he chuckled.

  “Thanks for taking me away. For, you know, giving me this time to heal.”

  “Of course. Wouldn't have had it any other way.”

  “But you know we can’t stay here.”

  I watched his face grow somber as he turned it back out to the ocean.

  “I know,” he said.

  “I have to talk to my family eventually.”

  “I know.”

  “And that talk might go over better if you're not here,” I said.

  His gaze turned to me, and I could see the confusion in his eyes. I saw the concern, and I felt his grasp tighten around me. But I leaned against it, trying to get him to relax. He couldn't go into that mode. He could protect me, but he couldn't control me. That was a fine line, and I wasn’t going to let him cross it.

  “What are we doing?” he asked.

  It was my turn to look out toward the sea. I watched the ebbing and flowing of the ocean waves as they bashed against the soft, sandy shores. It reminded me a lot of Grant and me. Me, with my soft, immovable edges and him, with his temper and his constant motion and his murky waters. It was the perfect metaphor for the two people sitting on a balcony at a hotel trying to figure out what the hell was going on and how we were going to navigate it.

  But I didn't have a clear-cut answer for him.

  I felt his fingers grasp my chin as he slowly turned my gaze back to his. Grant had picked a lovely spot for us to stay, and part of me did want to stay here forever, act like the outside world didn’t exist and fall into one another’s arms every night. But if control over my life was what I wanted, then I had to grow up and face things head-on.

  Which meant talking to my family.

  Grant’s lips rose to mine as his hand moved to cup my cheek. I melted into him, fell against the ministrations of his tongue. His lips were warm and soft against mine, and my hands planted into his bare chest. Our foreheads fell together, and our lips disconnected, and I found him staring at me when I opened my eyes.

  “What are we doing?” Grant asked again, whispering.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “I really don’t.”

  I leaned up and drew in a deep breath. The wind kicked up and fluttered the sheet against my body. I clung to it tightly so it didn’t fall away as Grant’s eyes turned back out toward the ocean.

  “I like being with you Grant. You make me feel all sorts of things I’ve never felt before. Most of them are good, but I guess I’m just scared,” I admitted.

  “Of me?” he asked, hurt in his eyes.

  I shook my head and reached out to touch his cheek. “No. I could never be scared of you. I’m scared that I might lose myself in you right when I’m finally starting to figure out who I am and what I want out of life. I’ve spent so many years doing what everyone else has wanted me to do, and I need to figure out what I want to do.”

  “I would never hold you back, Theresa,” he said.

  “I know you wouldn’t. It’s not you I’m worried about. Nothing would make me happier than to fall into bed with you and stay there for a year. But what then? What happens after that? And you have a successful business to run in Boston. I don’t want to hold you back either,” I said.
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  I watched him shrug as his eyes turned back to me. I stroked my thumb along the stubble growing along his jaw. It was rough. Rugged. Like his brooding features and his sculpted form.

  I thought back to the reason why he had his successful business and I started to get angry again. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as anger for my father exploded in my chest.

  “I hate my father for what he did to you,” I said.

  “He was doing what he thought was best for you,” Grant said.

  “Well, it wasn’t. I cared for you, Grant. You were a part of our family.”

  “But it is a bit weird if you think about it,” he chuckled.

  “I don’t care. I wouldn't have cared then, and I don’t care now.”

  “I know you didn’t, and I know you don’t. Did you really not know?”

  “Know what?” I asked.

  “That I liked you?”

  “Wait, what?” I asked sitting up and looking at him, incredulously. “You liked me? With my huge glasses and no boobs?”

  Grant laughed and the sound was music to my ears. “You were beautiful. You had a light about you, you were smart and funny, and your smile lit up a room.”

  I shook my head. “I had no idea.”

  He smiled as his hand fell to my hip. He stroked my skin with his thumb and it shot electricity up my spine. A simple touch from him was all it took to send my body into a frenzy.

  No man had ever done that to me before.

  “Guess I hid it better than you did,” Grant said, grinning.

  “What my father did was wrong, Grant.”

  “It was. Especially after they took me in the way they did. I wouldn’t have acted on my crush. I respected them too much to do something like that under their roof. And I figured, with time, your crush would’ve faded.”

  His eyes grew far away as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

  “I didn’t want to upset your parents. They had been everything to me at the time. What they pulled me out of with my parents? I owed them everything for that.”

  “But you don’t owe them anything now,” I said.

  “I don’t want you to hate your father for kicking me out.”

  “That isn’t your call.”

  “You didn’t let me finish.”

  I raised my head up and caught his gaze as he situated me on his hips. His hands gripped my waist, and he held me steady as his eyes bored into mine. I’d never seen him so serious around me. I was beginning to worry about what was coming next.

  “I don’t want you to hate your father for kicking me out. But I do want you to be upset with him for trying to control you. That’s what this was about. Your father didn’t kick me out because he thought I was fooling around with his daughter.”

  “He didn’t?” I asked.

  “No. He kicked me out because he thought I would become a distraction for you, and he said you couldn’t afford that.”

  I shook my head in anger.

  “Your father kicked me out that day not because he thought we were together, but because he thought the idea of your crush could lead you away from a path he was determined for you to walk.”

  If I hadn’t been so tired of being so fucking angry with my family, I would’ve called him right then and there. But my body was drained, and I could tell Grant only wanted me to listen.

  So, I did.

  “Be angry at that. But don’t hate him. Hate controls you. And after a while so does anger. You’re a strong woman, Theresa, and whatever you choose to do from here on out, I’ll support you. But don’t succumb to yet another control factor. Don’t let your anger and your hatred manipulate the conversation and the decisions you make. If you want to be free—truly free—then find a way to move forward.”

  “Is that what you did?” I asked.

  His eyes dropped to my chest before he pulled me back into him. He wrapped his arms around me and pressed my head into the crook of his neck. He stroked my hair and kissed my cheek, allowing the sounds and smells and sensations of the ocean to drape over our bodies.

  “Not forward enough,” Grant said, murmuring. “There was one thing I just could never let go of.”

  Then he kissed me on my cheek again, and I felt what he was trying to communicate.

  Grant had never moved on from me.

  And I guess, in a way, I had never moved on from him.

  But that still didn’t change what I needed to do next.

  It still didn’t change the fight I knew was coming.

  CHAPTER 26

  GRANT

  I couldn’t believe I’d admitted that to her. It was insane how special Theresa made me feel. She made me feel alive, important. Like I had something to provide and contribute. I had been a bratty little kid who had lied, cheated, and stolen to get by until I’d fallen into construction. To many people, I was a brainless idiot who was always angry but Theresa saw me as something much better than that.

  I threaded my fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp. I could feel her heat radiating against my body. Her legs were straddling me as her face nuzzled into my neck. I was staring out over the ocean while holding my most precious gift against my chest. I slid my hand up her leg, wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer, and she willingly melted into me.

  I was never going to get used to that feeling.

  I tangled my hand in her hair and brought her face to meet mine before my lips connected with hers. But it wasn’t the loving, tender kiss I’d given her before. It was urgent. Passionate. My tongue licked her lips and demanded entrance, and she gave it to me without hesitation. Her head tilted off to the side and fell right into the palm of my hand. Her hair fell around our faces, hiding us from the world as our tongues danced. My cock was growing, throbbing and coming to life as she rolled her hips into my body.

  She wanted to leave the past behind last night.

  And now it was my turn.

  With each stroke of my tongue against the roof of her mouth, I buried the past. I left the angry, lonely eighteen-year-old where he needed to be and allowed myself to be the strong, successful man I’d become. My hands fell to Theresa’s ass, and I cupped her luxurious cheeks before I hoisted her into the air. She giggled into my lips. A sweet, sensual tune as the sheet began to fall from her body. I felt her naked breasts swinging against me as her hands raked through my hair.

  I sat her on the edge of the railing and slid my hand up to palm her fleshy globe.

  “Give me one more day,” I said. “One more day before reality has to intrude on us. One more perfect day with you, Theresa, and wherever we go from here? I’ll accept it.”

  My eyes whipped up to hers as my thumb danced over her engorged nipple. I watched her eyes flutter closed as her head leaned back. I kissed her neck, nipping at the milky skin that blended in with the sand below. There was nothing, no one except the two of us. No sounds except her moans and the crashing of the waves against the sandy shoreline. I reached down with my tongue and lapped at her puckered nipples, feeling her shiver against me as I held her close.

  “Just one more,” I whispered. “Give me that.”

  “Okay,” she said. “One more day.”

  I crashed our lips together as she tightened her legs around me. I picked her up from the railing and walked her back inside. My knees hit the edge of the bed, and we went tumbling as the breeze from the ocean poured through the open balcony door. I unraveled her from the bedsheet and took stock of my prize. A present wrapped solely for me and only there for my eyes to behold. I slipped between her legs and kissed down her chest.

  We spent the entire day in bed, wound around one another, sharing endless amounts of ecstasy. She was my breakfast, my lunch, and my dinner. I kissed every part of her, drank every ounce of her, kissed her and fucked her and pinned her until her body ached for me to stop. I was insatiable.

  When I came to early the next day, our bodies were a tangled mess of limbs. Theresa’s face smashed into my neck and her leg tos
sed over my waist. My arm crooked underneath her neck and my legs were spread, accommodating the whole of her as she had slowly climbed into my lap as she slept. The balcony door was still open, and the morning sounds of the crashing ocean waves filled the hotel room with a salted chill. I pulled the covers closer to our bodies and ran my fingers through Theresa’s hair until she stirred.

  I sighed, thinking about all the things I would have to return to.

  Boston held my life and my company, and they would need me eventually. Even though Matt and I had an agreement that allowed me to stay until further notice, that still meant I had to go back at some point. But would Theresa come with me when all was said and done?

  I didn’t want her to have to face her dad and her brother. She was strong, but I didn’t like the temperament of Hollis or her father in the hospital. I knew they thought they were looking out for her, but they couldn’t see that they were just trying to control her like Ike had. Maybe they weren’t abusive and didn’t have ill intent, but they were controlling nonetheless. Theresa was showing me she was strong but it felt wrong to leave her to handle it by herself. I wanted to be there for her if things went south, to stand in her corner and pipe up when they tried to railroad her. She didn’t deserve that kind of treatment from them any longer. She’d lived under people’s thumbs long enough.

  But if I went against her wishes and stayed, I’d be no better than them in her eyes.

  I wished life was simpler. I wished life could be like the hotel room we were lying in. Where we fucked as much as we wanted, ate food we didn’t have to prepare for ourselves, and woke up naked beside one another to the sounds of the ocean outside. I wanted to whisk her away and be irresponsible together; buy a cabin in the woods or a mountain-top home and be snowed in with her for months. I wanted to tell her she could leave the pathetic receptionist job she was working and come with me. We could travel and indulge in whatever reckless adventures she wanted to. I would give her anything. And everything.

  But once I was gone back to Boston, would she realize that I had been her reckless adventure? That sleeping with me and defying her father and pissing off her big brother had been enough? Would she really leave the security of her job, her best friend, and the only town she’d ever known, just to be with me? Could I ever really give her all that she needed?