Chapter Thirteen
Rich
“Son of a bitch, Chloe!” My entire body stills as I fight the urge to vomit. Chloe was a virgin, and I fucking tore into her like a thoughtless prick.
“Wait.” She grabs my face with both hands and stares into my eyes. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Chloe, if you would have told me, I wouldn’t have done it like that.”
“Would you have done it at all?” Her eyes well with tears.
“I don’t know.” I shake my head. No. I would have made love to you slowly as I cherished every inch of your body.
I should have treated her like an angel. Not screw her in the kitchen. Although I love the smell of baked goods and Chloe. They will be forever intertwined in my head.
“That’s why I didn’t say anything.” Chloe arches her hips and rides up the length of my shaft .
“Damn it, Chloe. We can wait.”
“I can’t wait.” Her mouth claims mine as she slides my dick back into her body.
With each shift of her hips, her body grows more relaxed. The head of my cock rubs against her G spot.
“Shit.” I try to still her hips. “At least let me go slow so you can enjoy it.”
“Fuck slow.”
“Damn it,” I bite out as my fingers dig into the flesh of her hips. I can’t stop. I can’t slow down. I want. I need – everything at once. I stroke forcefully in and out of her sex and relish the sensation of sinking into her body. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.
“Yesss,” Chloe hisses.
Each thrust is more intense than the last. Her head flies back as I ride her higher. The expression on her face is my undoing. Slamming my thighs against her ass, her breath catches in her throat.
“Oh, my. Good God.”
Her pussy clenches and sucks at my cock with each movement of our bodies. I don’t know if I’ll be able to last long enough to bring her to orgasm, but I have to try. Hell, the way I violated her with my first stroke, I’ll be lucky if she’s even enjoying the moment.
My jaw’s tight as I stare into her eyes. They’re so dark I can barely make out her irises from her pupils.
“Fuck, Rich. I’m coming!”
Her entire body shakes as she clenches down on my cock. Thank God. I hold my breath as I thrust inside her center and spasm deep inside her.
Seconds later, I pull out of her and sit her feet on the ground. How did I fuck this up so bad?
For a minute, I’d seen a future between us, but she’s too flawless for me. I’m too rough. Chloe is the essence of sweetness and softness. No matter what I do, I’ll end up hurting her. Hell, I’d wanted nothing more than to sweep her off her feet, and instead, I’ve ruined her for anyone else.
I duck my head as I shove my cock in my jeans. The blood on my flesh represents the ultimate betrayal of our friendship. She deserves someone who’ll cherish her .
“I’m sorry, Chloe. If I would have known…” I trail off as I shake my head. There’s no excuse. My heart breaks as she stares at me with wide eyes.
“This was a mistake.” Her chest heaves as she straightens her skirt, turns on her heel, and flees to the stairs. “Lock up when you leave.”
I sag against the wall. How could I have made such a stupid decision?
My phone rings and I look down at the screen. Jenna. Fucking wonderful. After sliding my finger across the lock, I hit the answer button. I might as well face the music. “Hey, Jenna.”
“So, you aren’t dead.”
“Not yet.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I did something stupid, and you’re going to kill me.”
Jenna growls, “What did you do? Did you start dating Tabitha Young?”
“Worse.” I shove off the wall, open the door, lock the knob, and shut it behind me .
“What the fuck could be worse?”
I stare up at the full moon and wish I could blame my mistakes on some cosmic rotation of the solar system or some shit like that, but it’s no use. I must own up to my own mistakes. “You need to call Chloe. She needs you.”
“Motherfucker,” Jenna bites out with the anger I deserve.
After ripping the door open to my pickup, I slide inside and throw my head back against the seat.
“When I get there this weekend, I’m going to kick you in the balls. I can’t believe you would do something to hurt Chloe.”
“Jenna, I know. I fucked up.” The first tear slips down my cheek. There’s nothing worse than the look of disappointment on Chloe’s face.
“Yes, you did. I’ll talk to you this weekend.”
The fog in my brain eases for a second. What’s she talking about? “Are you coming home this weekend?”
“Yes. ”
“What for?”
“Apparently, for a lot of things. I’ll talk to you later. Damn it, Rich. Who do you think you are?”
The phone clicks in my ear as my sister hung up. Nobody.