Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Everleigh
Ex Habit - Abuse Me
I contemplated crashing their party for about an hour before deciding against it. Being naked in front of a bunch of strangers wasn’t exactly appealing to me. Plus, Briley had made it abundantly clear that she intended on going to the next party, and I really didn’t want to see her right now. Especially without any clothes on. The image of her bent over the counter in the locker room was burned into my mind. This was already beginning to feel like the longest weekend ever. Even with everything happening.
I glanced at my phone for the millionth time today before scooping it up. I shot Amber another text, knowing she wouldn’t respond. She hadn’t responded to the hundreds of other texts I’d left. Maybe she was right about me, and I was a shit person. I did know that she was interested in Jameson, but Amber was the type of girl who never dated. She used guys just like they used women. I didn’t realize that Jameson was an exception. An exasperated breath passed through my lips as I brushed my fingers through my curls.
Mom’s funeral was today, and it was the last thing I wanted to do on a Sunday. I loved her and do miss her, but the funeral is just going to reopen everything and force me to grieve harder.
On the bright side, I had all the freedom in the world now due to losing my job. On the downside, I felt completely numb and couldn’t even bring myself to wash the dishes, let alone take care of the rest of the house.
I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time. There were dark circles beneath my eyes and my skin was paler than usual. Honestly, I looked sick as shit. Makeup couldn’t even help me this time. I was wearing a short black dress that stopped a few inches above the knee. It wasn’t a form-fitting dress. The skirt wafted out around me and the bodice was the only snug part about it. I slipped on a pair of black flats along with a black cardigan. It was way too cold to go out there without a jacket and the service would be outside.
Snatching up my keys, I made a beeline for the front door and stepped out into the chilly weather. A shiver rolled through me as soon as the air hit my skin, but I kept walking until I was sliding into my car. I sucked in a few deep breaths before revving my engine. The heater filled the car instantly, wrapping me firmly in a blanket built of humidity.
It took me a few moments to convince myself to do much else, but once I’d deemed myself composed enough, I peeled out of my driveway and shot down the main road leading toward the highway.
I was numb the entire way to my destination. My hands were tight around the wheel and my gaze was pinned to the road, but none of it registered within my mind. It was like I was a zombie, forcing myself through the motions of another shitty day, wondering when it would all end. My mom, Briley, Amber, Lucas, Ashton, Jameson, Kash, Dallas. How many obstacles did a single person need?
The cemetery gates were open when I pulled in, so I found a parking spot near the back of the lot and stepped out of my vehicle, clutching my keys tightly within my palm. A cold sweat broke out across my skin, and despite the cold atmosphere, I found myself feeling way too hot. Tombstones littered the grass, stretching out for miles until they disappeared into the distance.
Voices rang out, capturing my attention. With a lot of reluctance, I started toward the noise. I was half-tempted to chicken out and hightail it out of there, but I didn’t want to regret it later on. My mom might have struggled a lot in the end of her life, but she was once an amazing parent—someone to look up to. She was dealt a shit hand by my no-good father, and didn’t deserve what happened to her. And for that, I needed to be here today.
A large group of people were surrounded by a white canopy with a casket beneath. My throat tightened instantly as I shoved my way through the crowd and found a seat near the front by Tate. His eyes were rimmed red, and his skin was as pale as mine was. He clearly wasn’t taking this any better than me.
Casting a glance around, I tried to make out some of the faces here. But there were quite a few I didn’t recognize. Either Mom had more friends than I thought she did, or this was an open funeral. The thought didn’t sit right with me. Why would random people even want to show up to a funeral of a person they never even knew? Briley was seated further down, bruises marring her face. My stomach twisted with a mixture of guilt and anger, but the remorse quickly vanished when an image of her and Lucas flashed within my mind. Gritting my teeth, I tore my gaze away just in time to see my grandma taking the front of the canopy area.
Even as she started talking and moving her arms animatedly, my mind couldn’t process a single thing she was saying. Not until she said my name.
“Everleigh, dear,” Grandma called out. “Would you like to come up here and say a few words about your mother?”
The air was sucked from my body instantly. I didn’t want to get up there in front of all these people and talk about how great of a person my dead mother used to be. As soon as the service ended, they’d forget all about it.
My hands shook within my lap, terror slicing its way through my chest. I could feel everyone’s eyes drift over to me, their heated gazes burning a variety of holes through my skin. Maybe I shouldn’t have come. I wasn’t in a good head space, and getting up to talk about my mom in front of all these people might just be the final nail in my coffin. Pun not intended.
On shaky legs, I forced myself to stand. My head spun with dizziness, heat shooting directly through my skull. Grandma was clueless, standing there expectantly with a fond smile tugging at her weathered lips. She stepped to the side when I finally managed to approach. My fists were tight at my sides, and I slowly turned to face the variety of people seated before me.
I blew out a breath and swallowed, attempting to dislodge the thick lump that had formed in my throat. “M-my mom was…” I trailed off. “She was….” Fuck. I couldn’t do this.
Images of our time together bulldozed to the forefront of my mind. Her tired smile when she was teaching me how to ride a bike and I’d finally gotten it down for the first time, or the angry look on her face when she had to go pick Briley and Angie up from some college party they definitely shouldn’t have been at. The times when both our parents seemed happy together, cuddling on the couch and watching Criminal Minds while sneaking kisses that me and Briley thought were so gross. Tears blurred my vision, my heart dropping into the depths of my stomach.
Why couldn’t she have lived longer? Why didn’t she fight harder? Why the fuck did she leave me?
Grandma placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, startling me. I jumped slightly and pulled in a deep breath, sucking it down into my lungs. “My mother was a good parent,” I began, speaking much more evenly than I thought was possible. “Her kids were always her first priority. We always had everything we needed, even if she couldn’t necessarily afford to provide, she somehow always made it work.”
My gaze took in the large crowd of people who were watching me intently. Some of them were crying, some were giving me sympathetic looks. Some of them looked like they’d rather be anywhere else. There was even a mother in the back row, scolding her child who looked like he was around Tate’s age. But when my eyes latched onto a pair of familiar brown ones, my stomach twisted. He looked older than the last time I’d seen him, but not by much. The asshole was seated in the front row, his eyes glazed over with unshed tears like he had any right to give a shit.
Daddy fucking dearest.
My eyes narrowed at him, and I was pleased to see that it hadn’t gone unnoticed. A surge of fire tore through my veins, causing me to grit my teeth. “Even when her piece of shit of a husband left us , because she had become terminally ill, she was still always there. Our one constant. She was a fighter. And she fought until she couldn’t any longer.”
The deadbeat winced like I’d slapped him. Good. He deserved to feel something about this. He left us when we needed him the most. What kind of piece of shit abandoned their family when their wife became ill? He wanted a free pass, and he got it. He didn’t deserve to be here.
Grandma’s hand tightened around my shoulder, concern flashing across her face. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so bold in front of all these people. Maybe she felt embarrassed. But this day wasn’t about her. It was about my mom.
I sucked in a ragged breath before continuing. “She laid down her life for us. She sacrificed so much. And the majority of people sitting here today…” I gave a sweep around the vicinity with my eyes, noting all the unfamiliar faces and the faces of people who were once friends or closer relatives. “You didn’t deserve her, and you sure as hell shouldn’t be here today.”
I stomped back to my seat and dropped into the chair, anger still pulsing through me in waves. Grandma cleared her throat, a wary expression on her face as she began talking again. But I was beyond pissed off and couldn’t comprehend a single word she was saying. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that people thought they had the right to be here when they didn’t give a shit about her while she was alive.
Movement out of my peripheral caught my attention and my head jerked in that direction. The silhouette of a person was leaning against a tree near the back, but they were dressed in a black hoodie and dark jeans. It looked like a man. His face was blanketed in darkness from the hood covering his face. It could be nothing. However, the cold chill that swept down my spine told me otherwise.
Tearing my gaze away from the stranger, I focused my attention on my grandmother again. Her dark eyes glistened with tears as she spoke fondly of my mother.
Sniffles and exaggerated sobs echoed around me, sending another current of anger and frustration zipping through me. Fuck them.
The service dragged on for way too long, and then they lowered the casket into the ground. It felt like a weight had been ripped from my shoulders as they packed the dirt over her. It was one less thing I needed to worry about.
Chatter echoed around me while people started greeting one another and hugging each other like this was some kind of social event and not a damn funeral. Screw this. I started toward the gate, ready to leave when someone called out my name. My body went rigid. I was in no mood to socialize. I just wanted to get home and sleep for the rest of the day—to forget today ever happened if I was being fully transparent.
Whirling around, I turned to face my cousin and what appeared to be his girlfriend. I’ve never met her, but she was pretty enough. She had medium-length purple hair with green eyes and a series of freckles dusted across the bridge of her nose.
“How are you holding up?” Hunter asked me, seeming unsure on whether he should have asked that or not. There wasn’t exactly a rulebook on how to talk to a grieving person, though, so I couldn’t really fault him.
“Fine,” I replied dryly. “Is your mom here?”
I glanced around, looking for any sign of her. Hunter and his mom weren’t close, and from what I gathered, she wasn’t a good person. My mom hated her for a reason. That much was clear.
Hunter’s mom had married his father, taking on the last name Castillo. He left Hunter in his earlier years, so we both had that in common. His mom was into partying, and the last time I’d seen her, she was so strung out she didn’t even know what day of the week it was.
He ran a hand through his dark brown hair. “Nah. She…couldn’t make it.”
I snorted in response. That wasn’t a surprise. Maybe I was being a bitch, but I think for one day, I had the right to be.
My gaze bounced over to the girl at his side, my eyes raking down her thin body in a slow manner. She wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion. She was wearing a pair of gray leggings and a black T-shirt paired with a leather jacket.
“Oh,” Hunter blurted out, like he’d forgotten something. “This is my girl, Aspen.” He wrapped a hand around her waist, tugging her close to him in a possessive manner.
Hunter and I were close when we were younger. He’d stay at my house a lot so his mom could run off and do whatever the hell she wanted to. His girlfriend shifted uncomfortably, clearly as uncomfortable about this interaction as I was.
“Nice to meet you,” I told her before looking back over at my cousin. “Thank you for coming, but?—”
“That was some speech.” He smirked, cutting me off.
Irritation blossomed inside of me. I just wanted to leave. “Thanks…but I should really get going.”
He nodded in understanding. By now, most of the people who had come have already left. The parking lot was clearing out from what I could make out of it. “I don’t blame you. I’m on BookFace if you ever want to reach out. It was good seeing you, Everleigh.”
“You, too.”
I turned on my heels, booking it toward the parking lot. There was a secluded pathway toward the gate with trees surrounding it on either side. A cold chill swept over me once I distanced myself from the others, my short legs straining with the long strides I was taking.
When the gate came into view, a breath of relief expelled from my lungs and my shoulders relaxed a fraction. I absolutely hated dark and unknown places. Living on the north side for an extended period of time would do that to you.
The sound of a twig breaking had my back snapping straight. I whirled around, scouring the empty area with my eyes. My heart thumped violently within my chest. Nobody was there. Deciding it was probably just an animal, a breathy laugh whooshed from my lips. That is…until I caught a shadow bleeding onto the narrow pathway. It was a silhouette of a human, and they were hiding near a tree. My throat tightened and I stumbled backwards. If this person meant me any harm, they had a good chance of reaching me, but luckily, I was fast.
The hooded figure stepped out of his hiding place—the same person I’d seen earlier. A series of chills swept over my skin. If he hadn’t just been lurking in the trees, I could have passed him off as a regular guest. But there was just something about him that made me feel…off.
My first thought was Lucas.
I wouldn’t put it past him to go to lengths like this. Not after he hit me. Not after he growled in my face that I wasn’t allowed to break up with him.
As soon as the stranger took a step toward me, I whirled on my heels and started sprinting down the pathway. My feet pounded against the hard dirt, making my ankles throb, but it didn’t deter me. My breath was shallow and erratic, the fence coming closer and closer with my car parked right on the other side of the mostly empty parking lot.
I rounded the corner, slamming into a hard chest. A scream caught in my throat when their hands landed on my hips, pulling me closer into their body.
“Everleigh?” the familiar voice asked in surprise, his words laced with concern.
Raising my gaze, relief poured off me in waves. It was Kash. It was just Kash. It wasn’t the hooded figure. Glancing over my shoulder, the stranger had disappeared, probably hiding in the trees again. Or maybe it had been a figment of my imagination. The thought that I’d somehow hallucinated something like this had me trembling.
“What’s wrong?” he asked with concern. “Did something happen?”
I blew out a shaky breath before turning to face him again. He was dressed in a black T-shirt and gray sweats. His hair was shaggy, sweeping to one side across his forehead. “I-I think someone was following me.” His eyebrows drew together, but before he could reply to that, I added, “What are you doing here?”
“I was coming to pay my respects to your mom,” he admitted sheepishly. “I figured everyone would be gone by now.” He didn’t release me, his hands acting like my own personal security blanket. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins from fear and having to possibly run for my life.
My thoughts were all jumbled. “I-I need to get out of here.” My hands tightened around the front of his shirt in desperation. I didn’t know what I was asking from him. To take me somewhere? To not leave me alone?
To my relief, he seemed to understand. “Come on.” He dropped his hands from my waist and took a step back.
I sucked in a shuddering breath, attempting to calm my racing heart. What would have happened had Kash not shown up when he did? What would that stranger have done to me? A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold punched through me and I allowed my arms to fall to my sides. He led the way to the opening of the fence. He must have sensed that I was in shock or something similar, because he helped me into the passenger seat of his truck before rounding the vehicle and climbing in next to me.
To my relief, he didn’t press for more answers. He whipped out of the parking lot and tore out onto the main road. I didn’t even care where he was taking me. Anywhere was better than being alone right now. The trees whirred by us as we moved, my heart still working overtime in an attempt to regulate itself. I needed some kind of distraction. Something to take my mind off seeing Briley, of seeing my father. Of running for my fucking life.
“Are you okay?” he asked again after several minutes.
I didn’t even know how to answer that. There were so many things going on in my life right now that were not okay. “I think so.” I breathed out. “I just had to get away from there.” He pulled up to a cliff edge surrounded by nothing but trees and greenery, backing his truck toward it so that the bed was facing the edge. My curiosity got the better of me, a frown tugging at my mouth. “Where are we?”
“I like to come out here when I need to get away sometimes. It’s peaceful.” He glanced over at me before jerking his key out of the ignition. “And there are no creepy stalker guys here.”
A snort bubbled up from my chest. “That’s reassuring.” There shouldn’t have been any creepy stalker guys at my mother’s funeral, either.
He shot me a small grin before opening his door and climbing out. I turned around in my seat, confusion gnawing away at me. He moved to the back door and opened it, collecting a large thick blanket and a long throw blanket. He just…kept blankets in the back of his truck? Slamming the door, he rounded his vehicle and opened the ledge. Rustling sounded from the back for a few moments before he met me at my door and carefully propped it open, offering me a hand.
Hesitantly, I slid mine into his and allowed him to pull me out. He didn’t drop my hand, even when my feet were firmly on the ground, and I found that I didn’t want him to. My emotions were all over the place. Once we reached the bed of his truck, that’s when he dropped my hand. My gaze drifted over the edge, a breath of awe fleeing from my lungs. There were mountains off in the distance and a large body of water beneath us. I didn’t even know this place existed. It was absolutely breathtaking. Tearing my gaze from the scenery, I glanced over at the bed of the truck where Kash had placed the thick blanket down with the throw blanket crumpled on top.
Kash wrapped his hands around my hips and lifted me, gently placing me in the bed of the truck. A gasp of surprise fled my lips but it instantly vanished. The thick blanket was soft beneath my thighs, and I backed up into the bed and leaned my back against the cab. He hoisted himself up and moved to join me, grabbing the throw blanket and placing it over our legs.
“This is beautiful,” I commented. “I can see why you like coming out here.”
He nodded, the side of his leg brushing against mine due to our close proximity. I leaned my head against the cold metal behind us, my gaze lingering on the beautiful scenery before us. He was right. It was peaceful and calming. If I could, I’d stay out here forever. Far away from the real world and away from what awaited me as soon as I returned.
Kash turned to look at me, his jaw feathering with tension. The sun shining down made his face look paler than usual, but he looked as breathtaking as the scenery around us. No longer was there baby fat clinging to the edges of his jaw. Instead, his face was sharp and angular, giving him a rugged appearance paired with his dark blonde hair. He reached out abruptly, making me flinch slightly. His thumb brushed along my bottom lip, causing my breath to catch in my throat. His lip ring glistened beneath the bright lighting shining down on us and I remembered what it had felt like to kiss him.
His chest moved as he took a sharp intake of breath and he moved his hand to the back of my head, winding his fingers through my hair. “Fuck,” he muttered. That was the only warning he gave me before crushing his lips against mine. A startled sound escaped my mouth, bleeding into his. My head spun with a mixture of emotions, my body working overtime to sort through them. Logically, I knew I should be pushing him away. So why was my hand now fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer? Why was I kissing him back with the same ferocity? Maybe I needed this. The sharp metal of his lip ring pressed against my mouth—a stark contrast to how soft his lips were. My hands drifted through his hair, and I jerked, forcing his head to tip back slightly. A hiss poured from his mouth, urging me on.
Warmth spread through my body, the feel of his mouth against mine doing things to my body that I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. The fact of the matter was that things were different between all of us. They might have held some kind of grudge against me, but there was no denying this attraction.
Kash nipped my lower lip, sending a sharp slice of pain through it. My heart was pounding in my chest, but in a much better way than it had been when I thought someone was following me. His hand drifted beneath the blanket, his cold fingers trailing a path up my thigh.
I broke the kiss, a shiver driving through my body due to the dangerous path his fingers had taken. We were both breathing heavily, everything else long forgotten. It hadn’t been that long ago when I’d rejected him, and now…here I was, silently begging him not to stop. My lips dropped to the side of his neck, and I allowed my teeth to graze against his skin there. A shudder racked through him, and he quickened his movements, moving his hand between my legs in a jerky action. When he managed to slip his fingers beneath my panties, he didn’t even hesitate, driving two of them right into my throbbing pussy.
A moan fell from my lips, but I kept kissing up his neck, my hands still tangled in his hair. His fingers were long, brushing against a spot deep inside me that had my body going rigid with pleasure.
“Fuck, Kash,” I moaned out. “Don’t stop.” I started moving my hips, bucking up against his hand to gain more friction.
A low, possessive growl rumbled from his chest. He turned his head, capturing my lips again. His grip was firmly in my hair while he used his other hand to pump his fingers in and out of me. My hands dropped to the sides of his face, and I deepened the kiss, allowing my tongue to sweep through his parted lips which he accepted greedily. He was acting like he had something to prove. Like he wanted to ruin me for any man that came before him. His kiss alone was doing a good job of that. It was needy, primal, desperate. He quickened his pace, slamming his fingers deep inside me. A scream erupted from my throat and my back arched. I needed him so damn badly.
As if sensing this, he broke the kiss and withdrew his fingers from my aching core. “I have to be inside you.” His eyes were dilated, and his face was flushed with desire. He grabbed my cardigan and jerked it from my shoulders. The cool air kissed along my skin, eliciting a series of goosebumps.
“C-condom?” I choked out.
He shook his head. “Don’t have one.” He didn’t seem to care about that fact though, because he was tearing my panties from my hips in the next breath, tossing them over the edge of his truck and letting them fall to the ground. “I’m not stopping,” he growled.
My breath caught in my throat, but my logic had jumped out the window a long time ago. I was just as desperate for him as he seemed to be for me. I didn’t wait for him to make any further moves; I was throwing the blanket from my legs instantly and crawling toward him. I hooked my fingers in his waistband and jerked his pants and boxers down his thighs, letting them pool around his ankles. My gaze caught on his massive erection and my breath stuttered out. He had to have the biggest dick I’d ever seen. Not only was it long, but it had a nice girth to it, too.
I didn’t let that deter me for long, though. I wrapped my fingers around him, making him hiss out in either pleasure or because my hand was cold. Skipping the foreplay altogether, I climbed on his lap with a knee on either side of him. He was kicking his shoes off, followed by his pants, not caring that his clothing was now discarded on the ground. I lined him up with my center and sank down on him, my breath catching for the millionth time as he stretched me out.
“Goddamnit, Everleigh. You’re so wet.” His hands tightened around my waist, and I placed mine on his shoulders, using the momentum to force myself down even further until he was all the way inside me. I rolled my hips, allowing his crown to hit an extremely deep spot inside of me. His eyes rolled and his head thumped back against the cabin of his truck. “And tight,” he forced out through labored breathing. “Your pussy is choking the fuck out of me.”
I rose up on my knees, dropping back down. He groaned in response, the sound shooting directly to my core. I loved the sounds he made. I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his. He deepened the kiss instantly, nipping my lower lip with his teeth just like before. His hands drifted up my back and he fumbled with the zipper, before pulling it over my head. My body was overtaken with sensation, so the cold barely even registered. As soon as the dress was out of the way, he found my lips again, darting his tongue between them. He thrusted up into me, causing me to cry out.
Kash started fumbling with my bra, clearly on a mission to get me completely naked. I shimmied out of my bra as soon as it was loose, allowing it to fall to the side. He broke the kiss again, taking in my breasts. His gaze darkened and he slammed into me a second time, watching as they jostled before his lingering gaze.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He panted. “I’m going to cum so deeply inside of you that it’ll be dripping from your cunt for weeks.” He reached out, slapping my right breast. A gasp tumbled from my mouth from the sting mixed with pleasure.
A new wave of desire overtook me, and I knew his comment should have put me off. But it sounded hot as fuck. The only thing I could think about was riding him to completion. My hips snapped forward, causing his cock to brush against the back of my clit. My movements were fast and jerky, but neither of us seemed to care. His hand wound through my hair like before and he jerked my head back, using his other to grip my hip in a bruising hold. He raised his hips in tune with mine, pounding into me ferociously. A series of unintelligible words slipped from my mouth as he fucked me with ruthless abandon. The truck rocked beneath our weight due to the movements, causing it to creak in protest.
He was so big and thick, sending sparks of pleasure through my body with every thrust. My scalp burned from the hold he had on my hair, but it was a good kind of pain. He spit on my chest, watching the moisture roll between the valley of my breasts. Leaning forward, he took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking it hard and desperately. His tongue brushed over my nipple, followed by a sharp prick of his teeth. I shuddered against him, crying out for the millionth time.
“F-fuck, Kash,” I forced out.
“That’s it, baby. Scream my fucking name so everyone knows whose this pussy belongs to.”
His dirty words had me unraveling. The slapping of our skin echoed through the air around us. Had he fucked me back at the frat house, there was no way I could have kept quiet. He slammed up inside me again, but this time he stilled, letting me feel every pulse of his throbbing cock. A scream tore from my throat, my hands latching onto his arm for support. My nails bit into his skin and he groaned in response, clearly loving a little bit of pain with his pleasure—just like me.
“It’s too much,” I cried out, my eyes watering from the overload of sensation he was providing me with.
He grunted, withdrawing his hips before repeating the motion. Another scream left me, tears streaming down my face, but only due to the immense amount of pleasure and pressure. “It’s enough when I say it’s enough, my dirty little slut.” My pussy fluttered around him from his dirty words. I wanted to make him unravel as much as he was making me.
“L-let me kiss you,” I forced out through ragged breathing.
Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand from my hair, winding it around my waist instead. He pulled me against his chest, smashing his mouth against mine hard. I whimpered into his, gripping his neck between my hands before squeezing. A stuttering breath left him, his hands tightening around my hips. He started pounding into me again extremely fast, a current of pleasure building in my lower abdomen. I dragged his lower lip between my teeth, causing him to moan into my mouth.
“Keep fucking me,” I panted. “Don’t slow down.”
His breath feathered against my lips, but he obeyed. “I’m going to cum soon if you keep choking me like that, Little E.” His voice came out strained with desire. “Fuck. You’re so perfect.” I had so much power over him right now and I was relishing every minute of it.
I leaned forward, brushing my mouth against his. As soon as he parted his lips to give me better access, I spit in his mouth like he’d done to me all those weeks ago. He groaned, swallowing it just like I’d done. I could feel my juices running down my thighs, and by the heated look in his eyes, it seemed like he felt it, too. With another few thrusts, my breath was laboring out until I was shattering around him.
“Fuck!” he shouted, his voice raspier than ever. “You just squirted all over me.”
I couldn’t even find it in me to be embarrassed. My legs shook, pushing the rest of my release from my body. It didn’t take him long. With another hard thrust, he was spilling deep inside of me as promised, burying himself to the hilt. A moan fell from his lips, his body twitching against mine as he held me close.
Neither one of us moved as we worked to regulate our breathing, not wanting to break this moment too soon. He kissed me again, much softer than his previous ones. This one held so much emotion, I didn’t even know how to react. I dropped my hands from his throat, bracing my palms against his chest as I leaned into him.
Something told me that this changed everything between us.