Chapter 17 #2
I’m not looking at him right now like the campus bad boy everyone is warning me about. To me, he’s a broken boy who is stuck, being tortured by his past. We all have pasts, and he shouldn’t be looked down upon just because he has a dark one.
Whatever happened on the day his sister was taken into the state’s custody wasn’t his fault—I’m sure it wasn’t. I can tell how much he loves her just from the way that he talks.
Pulling back, I look at him, skimming my hands to his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, Hendrix,” I whisper, looking right into his broken eyes. “But none of that is your fault. You were a kid.”
He looks away from me, and his body shakes as he tries his best to hold it together.
“As fucked up as it is, Isla … when I saw you run into that closet—” He stops, and tears fill his eyes.
“When I knew that you had pain inside of you and that you weren’t just some spoiled brat with a perfect life …
it connected me to you somehow. I can’t explain it.
I wish that I could, but it doesn’t make sense.
” His eyes finally shift to mine. “I shouldn’t want to see you hurt, but that look in your eye? It bonded me to you.”
The last thing I want to do right now is make this about me. But I also know that everything he just said took so much for him to tell me, and now, I owe him the same.
“My biological dad was there, in the field house, that day,” I whisper shakily.
“I’m not supposed to know who he is, but I do.
And he looked through me like I wasn’t even there.
” I swallow. “I know that’s small compared to what you just admitted, and I don’t want to make this about me, but I also want you to know that I’m messed up too.
” I sigh, chewing my lip. “You know, as fucked up as it is … your darkness is what draws me in, Hendrix. And I don’t know why. ”
A single tear rolls down my cheek as I look at the man before me.
He’s not the monster, like so many try to paint him out to be—myself included, not so long ago.
He’s just in pain. And I can’t fight how I feel when it comes to him.
There’s something between us that pulls us together, and I can’t explain it.
All I know is, I want to help him. I really do.
“Is it … is he the reason why you get panic attacks?” He asks the question so gently, like he’s afraid his words will hurt me.
“No,” I start, shaking my head.
If I tell him the truth right now, it will be one of the only times I’ve actually brought it up.
“When I was really little, my mom and I were held hostage by a gunman in a gas station,” I say, my voice low and shaky. “I don’t even really remember it because I was so young, but for some reason …”
“Your mind does?” he guesses, stroking my cheek, and I nod against his touch.
“Yep. If I hear the sound of gunfire or something similar, I just … kind of lose it. Everything fades to dark in an instant.”
“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs, kissing me delicately. “Thank you for telling me that though.”
“You’re welcome.” The words are barely audible. “Hendrix … would you want to find out where your sister is?” I ask timidly, not knowing how he’ll react.
“Yeah,” he says instantly. “I’ve tried to look her up on social media, and she either doesn’t have any or it’s under a different name.
And every time I reach out to the state, it’s a dead end.
” He sighs, closing his eyes for a second.
“I’m scared I’ll never see her again. And besides Juliet … Lilly is the only family that I have.”
My heart feels like someone is squeezing it, and it’s a fight to keep myself together and not fall apart because I feel so bad for him.
“Would it be okay if I tried to find out where she was?” I whisper. “I know it sounds crazy, but I have a friend who’s going to school to be a private investigator. Collin comes from a long line of detectives.” I pause. “That’s how I learned about my biological father.”
Part of me is regretting telling him instead of just doing it.
Because now, if I don’t find anything out, he’ll have to go through disappointment again, and I can’t imagine how hard that is.
But there’s an even bigger part of me that wants to take the chance.
Because if I could bring Hendrix’s sister back into his life, maybe I could take away a little of his pain.
“Okay,” he whispers. “Thank you, Nineteen.” His voice cracks. “Means a lot that you care.”
Leaning forward, I cup his face, and my lips are on his. A few more tears spring from my eyes, and within seconds, he’s kissing me back roughly with his fingertips digging into the skin on my back after he slides them under my shirt.
Between us, his erection grows, nudging against me and making my panties even more soaked, but instead of rain, this is from desperation.
“Hendrix?” I moan against his lips.
“Yeah, Isla?” he huffs out, breathless.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, desperation engraved in my words. “Fuck me with nothing between us.” I kiss him again. “I have an IUD, and I know we both get tested regularly for the team.”
He kisses me, cupping my nape before he pulls back. “Wouldn’t matter if we didn’t. I haven’t been with anyone since I tasted you in that closet, baby,” he grumbles against my mouth. “I couldn’t even bear the thought of it.”
“What?” I squeak, looking into his eyes with our noses together. “Really?”
His fingertips move to my arms, dragging up and down them.
“Nineteen, I think you underestimate how much control you have on me,” he murmurs, bringing his lips to my neck and kissing my flesh, rolling his tongue along it. “If you need a reminder, just feel my cock right now. It’s standing up straight for you because I fucking want you so bad.”
My mouth waters, and within seconds, I’m reaching behind me, dragging my fingers up and down his length through his briefs. He whimpers against my neck, letting a hiss slip from his lips.
Rain begins to pick back up again, beating off the roof of the truck. Hendrix moves his hand between us and slips his fingers inside my panties, pushing them down. When he slips a finger into my heat, I moan.
“You’re so wet, baby. And I don’t think it’s from the rain either, is it?” He pulls his mouth from my neck, looking at me.
“No,” I whisper. “It’s because I want you,” I whine. “I want you so bad.”
His finger moves deeper inside of me, and I continue to stroke his cock through his briefs.
“I have to warn you, Isla: if I get to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock, I’ll never be able to go back from that.” He pulls his hand from my panties, bringing it to my lips. “Taste for yourself, baby. See why it’s so hard to fucking get you out of my head.”
Timidly, my lips part, and he slides his finger between them.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Such a naughty girl for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper when he drags his finger out.
Craning my neck to look behind me, I shove his briefs down as far as I can, just enough so that his huge cock springs free. I look back at it, unsure of how the hell it’s even going to fit and thinking of how much it may hurt.
His large hands grip my waist as he lifts me up, hovering my heat over his dick.
“Reach down there and drag my cock across your pussy,” he commands. “I want to feel how fucking soaked you are for me.”
Then he takes one hand and pulls my panties to the side roughly. Doing as told, I wrap my fists around his length and drag the tip of his cock back and forth along my slit, earning me a loud groan.
“Fuck … I could blow right now just from feeling you,” he hisses, boring his eyes into mine. “All right, you ready, baby?”
Nervously, I nod, and I release my hold when he grabs the base of his cock.
“Sink down nice and slow,” he mutters. “Wanna feel that tight pussy wrapped right around me.”
He’s so big, and every inch I take brings more pain. But still, I can’t stop, and I don’t want to.
“Good girl, baby,” he coos. “Goddamn, I want to wreck this pussy of yours so bad.”
His words make me cry out in pleasure, even through the agony of accommodating his cock. I take it slow, sinking lower and lower before, finally, my hips begin to thrust.
“Fuck … me,” he practically hisses. “You feel so good on my dick.” His fingernails slide under the fabric of my shirt, shoving it upward and over my head, leaving me in my bra before he unclips that and removes it too.
He cranes his neck to look into the back seat and stretches until he grips something. He holds a clean practice jersey up, his breathing ragged.
“Please, wear this while you ride my dick. I know you’re number nineteen, but for today, wear my number on your back while you fuck me.”
Grabbing the shirt, I tug it over my head, keeping his dick deep inside my heat. Once it’s on, I rock my hips against him, and I don’t know if it’s the jersey doing it or if it’s how deep he is inside of me, but whatever it is, it has him practically whimpering beneath me.
And I can’t get enough.
As I ride him, my tits bounce under the jersey, and he leans forward, shoving the front of it up and bringing his face between my breasts, dragging his tongue along my skin.
“It’s like your pussy was made to take my cock, Isla,” he chokes out, bringing my nipple into his mouth and making my head spin.
My knees push against the back of his seat, and every now and then, the steering wheel juts into my back, but the more time goes on, the harder I ride, until, finally, the pain has gone away, leaving nothing but pleasure.
He joins our mouths together, slightly lifting his hips each time that my hips thrust, somehow pushing him even deeper than I knew was possible. Pulling back, he rests his head against the headrest and gazes up at me.
We’re having sex in a truck—nothing romantic—and yet, when he looks at me like that, I swear I can feel his every thought.
This isn’t sex. No … this is a damn spiritual awakening.
HENDRIX
Every fucking thrust of her hips and each time she takes the length of my cock like she can’t get enough, I’m getting to the point of no return. I know that it’s only a matter of time—seconds, likely—and I won’t be able to stop my dick from blowing my cum deep inside of her.
Her nipples pebble even more, and a loud moan rips from the depths of her soul.
“Give me your pain, Isla,” I grunt out. “From the closet that day. From the man who looked through you when you deserved to be seen.” My body begins to tremble. “Give it to me. I want all of it.”
Her eyebrows pinch together. “Give me yours,” she whimpers. “Pour all of it inside of me. I want it.” She sucks in a breath, continuing to ride me. “Please.”
“Here … you go …” I shudder as cum shoots from my cock, inside her heat, just as her pussy convulses around me, squeezing my cock harder, as if demanding every ounce of what I can give.
She cries out while she comes with me, leaning forward and burrowing her face into my shoulder. Her teeth bite down on the fabric of my shirt, and my head spins so fast that black dances into my vision, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut.
Our chests heave together, and her body trembles against mine while her throat croaks as she tries to catch her breath. After a few minutes, I let my fingertips roam up and down her body, just like before, and she pulls back to look at me.
She doesn’t say anything, just smiles before pressing a kiss to my lips.
“Thank you,” she whispers, kissing me again.
“No, Nineteen,” I mutter against her lips. “I promise, I should be the one thanking you right now. So, thank you.”
Her body collapses against mine again, and in the pouring rain, we just sit in the silence. She holds on to me tightly, like her life depends on it, and it’s the first time in my entire fucking life that I feel like I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
She gives me that.
But despite the peace having her this close to me brings, I also know inside that I fucked up when I didn’t tell her that I already knew the stuff about her biological dad.
She thought she was admitting her deep secret to me, but the truth is, I’ve known that for a long time.
I knew when I followed her into that closet that day too.
But if she knew that, would she think I took advantage of her when she was down?
I fucking hope not. I’m finally feeling like she’s letting me in, and I can’t afford to have her pull back if I told her the truth.
Besides, I have secrets much deeper than that.
Her pulling away from me is inevitable. But, fuck, I can’t let her do it just yet.
Not when it feels like I need her to breathe.
I keep my arms around her, feeling her breathing against my body.
I didn’t take Isla with me today to get in her pants. But if I’m being honest, I know damn well that what just happened between us goes much deeper than that anyway.
And if I thought there was no going back from tasting her, I’m completely fucked now.