Chapter 31 Raegan
Raegan
Ibite my lip as my thumbs tap against the steering wheel along with the melody of a song I’m not familiar with.
This has to be the longest red light ever.
Actually, I’m sure it’s a perfectly reasonable length for a red light, and it’s more likely the heavy awkwardness filling the car that has me feeling like time has slowed to a turtle’s pace.
It doesn’t help that I’m not even driving my own car. Yep. I’m driving Hayes’ whatever-the-fuck-expensive as hell car. I’ve seen Gravity and it’s obviously doing well, but this tells me he has more money than he knows what to do with. I can’t deny it’s comfy, though.
Then there’s the matter of the silent girl in the passenger seat, staring out the window like she lost something.
He had some calls to make and things to do at home, but wanted to give Demetria and I time to talk…
without him. Except, her car is at the club and like the neanderthal he is, he refused to let either of us get a ride share.
After a minor stand still, we all eventually agreed that I would drive his car and take her to hers at the club and then she’d drop me off at the hotel.
Apparently, Hayes is going to get a ride from his best friend later.
The light finally turns green and I make the final turn before we’re at our destination. Fear suddenly starts to creep in that she legitimately hates me, even after all that’s happened.
All that’s happened. I’m not even sure how to process any of it.
I came to Chicago to sign divorce papers and just the other day, I called my assistant and had her cancel all my appointments until further notice.
This was supposed to be a relatively easy, quick trip, but I’ve quickly become entangled with my husband and my ex-girlfriend.
I engaged in a very intense co-topping scene with them and also fucked my husband for the first time in twenty years.
I can blame the scene at Gravity on Demetria and her little whimpered begging that I’ve always found impossible to say no to.
But riding Hayes’ cock like it owed me twenty years of orgasms. That’s all on me. I don’t know what came over me.
I didn’t think it through and I definitely don’t have a clue what it means.
When I woke up against his chest, with him still inside of me… I didn’t regret it. But it doesn’t take away or make up for what he did.
I’m not sure anything can.
The damage is already done.
In a weird way, maybe this was the exact closure I needed.
Now I just have to sign those papers that Hayes and I both keep forgetting and losing track of, and convince Demetria to stay here. Yet another thing I can’t explain… the way it gives me comfort that even though I can’t keep him, she’ll have him.
Now I just have to get her to talk to me.
As I put the car into park behind the building, I turn my gaze to my beautiful darling girl. “Did I do something to piss you off again? Is that why I’m getting the silent treatment?”
She whips her head back to me and I’m taken aback at the sight of her bloodshot eyes and wet cheeks. Her hand swipes at her face and her lip quivers the tiniest amount as she says, “No, Raegan. You didn’t piss me off. I just don’t know what to say.”
I turn the car off and step out, rounding the hood until I’m at her door. She doesn’t budge when I open it. “Demetria, get out of the car.”
“I’ll be fine. Just do what you have to do and I’ll wait for you in my car. It’s the same shitty one I’ve always driven.” She tilts her head toward the other side of the parking lot. “It’s right over there. Can’t miss it.”
Oh, hell no.
I lean down and unbuckle her belt, then pull her from the seat by her arms. “If you want to act like a petulant child, Demetria, I will treat you like one. Don’t give me that ‘fine’ bullshit.
” Grabbing her hand tightly in my own, I click the key fob, lock it, and pull her toward the employee entrance.
“I need to get Hayes’ keys to Roxie, whoever the hell that is, and you’re going to walk with me and talk. Got it?”
If I were to gather a guess as to what this is all about, I’d say she doesn’t actually want to leave him. Spoiler: she doesn’t have to.
“Fine.” It’s her only response and I know what she’s doing. Intentionally being bratty when she doesn’t want to talk about her fucking feelings. Well, I’m not having it.
I don’t react to her bait as I pull her through the door with a huff. Okay, maybe I’m reacting a little bit.
We pause just inside the door. “Talk.”
She averts her eyes and chews on her lip. I grab her chin with my hand and redirect her attention back on mine. “I said… talk. What’s going on? Is this about your decision to go home?”
Her face pulls against my hand in a poor attempt at regaining control. She can’t fucking have it. I gave her space in the car and I gave her a chance to talk to me willingly. She declined, so now she’s going to do things my way.
“Look at me,” I order and it takes her a minute but she finally obeys. Softening my tone, I say, “Good girl. Tell me what’s going on with you?”
With her eyes laser-focused on mine, her tears begin to fall. “I have to go home, Raegan.”
“Why?” I whisper.
“You two will never figure your own shit out if I’m here getting in your way.
It’s better this way.” Her voice trails off with her words as tears continue to fall.
“Besides, my dad has been texting me non-stop since about a week after I got here. I don’t know what he wants, but I can’t avoid him forever. ”
My eyes search hers for whatever I’m missing. There’s something else she’s not telling me. “What about how they treated you? How can you go back to them?”
“Raegan… you’re the one who taught me I don’t have to be defined by my past. Even if nothing good comes of it, at least I’ll know and I’ll be able to say I did my part.”
My hand relaxes but I can’t move it from her face. I need to keep touching her.
“Demetria–”
“I forgive you.” The three words I never thought I’d hear her say, spill out rushed like if she didn’t say them fast, she wouldn’t be able to say them at all. “If I can do that… I can forgive my parents. Not for them… but for me.”
My beautiful girl has come so fucking far.
A lone tear of my own runs down my cheek and before I can stop myself, I’m cradling her face with my hands and crushing my lips against hers. She melts into me and I reach down to grab her ass with both hands and hoist her up until her legs are wrapped around my waist.
Our tongues tangle as I move us effortlessly through the bar area.
Thankfully, it’s closed and aside from the couple of employees Hayes said would be here, I don’t have to worry about other people witnessing what I’m about to do with her.
If someone does walk in on us, I guess I’ll have to cross that bridge if we get there.
I stop when my hands are met with the hard edge of what I’m sure is a table. Dropping her ass onto the shiny surface, she jolts. “Fuck, that’s cold.”
“You’ll get used to it,” I assure her. “Lay back.”
She does as I say this time and holy mother of all things perfect, with her still slightly messy hair, her puffy lips that I just caused and the wetness from her tears still lacing her now rosy cheeks… she’s the closest thing to perfection I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.
Her chest heaves as I reach for the hem of her leggings.
“Wait,” she bursts out as she sits up to stop me with her hands tugging the fabric. “My period.”
I release the waistband from her death grip and smirk. “Like I give a fuck about your period. You should know me better than that. What kind of grown-ass woman would I be if I let a little bit of blood frighten me?”
Her eyes watch my every movement with rapt attention as I proceed to free her from this very annoying barrier, but she doesn’t continue to resist or tell me to stop again. Very good girl.
I pull her shoes off, then her leggings and lift her feet until they’re resting on the table top. My hands find her knees and nudge them apart until her perfect pussy is ready for me.
“Such a pretty little thing you are.” I slide a finger along her wet slit, earning me a soft moan. “Even this little pussy is so pretty, isn’t it?”
She nods and this time, I’ll allow it. I don’t give a fuck about protocol, right now. I just want her.
Grabbing the string of her tampon, I tug gently until it pulls out. Her poor cheeks pinken and she slaps her arm over her face to hide it from me.
I lift it high enough so she can see it clearly.
“See? Not as bad as you thought, is it?” All things considered, there’s hardly enough blood worth mentioning.
She peeks down and relaxes when she sees I’m right.
She may have the cramps to go with a bad period, but she doesn’t have a bad period.
At least not yet. I’d imagine tomorrow may be another story.
“Touch yourself,” I command and this time, her response is eager as two fingers find her clit fast and she uses her own juices as lubricant as she encircles it over and over and… over.
A whine falls from her lips and I already know she needs more. I’m about to give it to her.
My own two fingers join hers, except mine are quick to find their way inside of her soaked channel. Curling them, I move in a come hither motion until her whines turn into breathy moans.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re already so goddamn wet.”
“P-please,” she begs. “I need more.”
“Do you know what you want?”
She nods rapidly.
“I’ll give you anything you fucking want, my darling girl. Tell me, and it’s yours.”
“Please make me come… with your m-mouth.”
I can’t stop the grin from forming. She’s always struggled with telling me what she wants and now look at her. “I’ve never been more proud of you.”
I move her hand out of the way before diving into her and sucking her clit into my mouth until she gasps for air. It’s the sweetest damn sound.
My fingers continue plunging in and out of her pussy, pausing only to caress her g-spot as I encircle her tiny clit with my tongue.
Her hands find my hair and she grabs a handful for support before pressing her hips into me and grinding herself against my mouth. Her boldness spurs me on, causing me to free my fingers and slap both of her thighs before pressing them into the table.
My tongue takes the place of my fingers, fucking her tight hole and lapping up every drop of her it can get.
Her breathing has turned ragged as her legs begin to tremble. She’s already close to coming. I release one leg to work her clit as I continue tongue fucking her like I’ll never get another taste of her. The thought occurs to me, that maybe I won’t.
“Holy shit, Raegan,” she groans, forcing me to ignore my rogue thoughts. Her feet slide against the surface of the table, searching for purchase… something to steady herself, when she finally decides to use my shoulders. “I’m going to come.”
Yeah, me too. Between the sounds she’s making and the way she’s writhing beneath me… beneath my tongue, it has my own arousal dripping down my thighs and my clit throbbing with its own need for release.
Inserting two fingers inside of her once more, I resume finger fucking her, hard and fast, still taking time to stroke that spot she loves so much while my mouth devours her tight bundle of nerves like it’s my only job.
I let my other hand snake down my abdomen and sneak into my panties to find my own release. I’m so fucking sensitive, this won’t take much effort. Stroking myself with two fingers, one on each side, encasing it and pinching lightly, I moan into Demetria’s cunt.
She grinds into my face, chasing the pleasure I’m so desperate to give her and I grind into my hand, selfishly needing my own.
“Ohhhhh,” she cries out, pressing hard against my mouth, stilling her body while her legs shake. “I’m coming. Fuuuuuck.”
When I feel the rush of fluid hit my tongue, I come all over my hand, and make a mess of my own on the floor.