Chapter 5
Five
Mya
This wasn’t me. But damn, if I wasn’t having the best night of my life. I always dreamed of being this girl. The one that’s carefree and can go out for a night. The one that can kiss a handsome stranger and then beg him to fuck me, knowing I’d never see him again.
“Nick,” I whimpered as his hands kept steady on my waist.
He instantly pulled back, worry in his eyes as he looked over me like a broken flower. “Did I hurt you?” he rushed out. “Was it too much? Fuck, I should take you home.”
“That’s not what’s wrong…”
“Then what is?”
“I need more,” I whispered, spreading my legs wider and grinding against the bulge in his jeans. He was already hard, something I’d felt the moment I wrapped my legs around him.
“Here?” he choked out, voice strained.
“Now.”
“Mya…”
“Shut up and fuck me. Don’t worry about ruining me. I want this.”
“I don’t do gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle.”
“No, you don’t get it.” His fingers curled tighter on my hips. “I like hearing you cry. I like leaving marks. I like knowing you’ll still feel me tomorrow when you sit down.”
I swallowed hard, pulse pounding between my legs. “I want that.”
“I don’t get off on soft moans or pretty sighs. I like breaking someone open. Making them beg.”
My body betrayed me, hips still grinding like they were pleading for him. “I can handle that.”
He tilted his head. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Give me a safe word. If I become too rough at any point, just say it.”
“Shadow,” I said, and it only took him a second to understand it.
His jaw clenched, his fingers flexing at his sides like he was fighting the urge to do everything he just said he would. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, pupils blown, and chest rising and falling.
“Good girl,” he muttered. “Now, last chance. You want soft. I’ll take you home. But if you stay, I won’t stop until I’ve taken every last sweet sound from your throat.”
“Break me,” I said again. “Make it hurt.”
He leaned in, his voice like gravel against my skin. “You’ll thank me when you come so hard you forget your own name. And Mya? No strings.”
“No strings,” I repeated, voice shaking with need.
He removed his wallet from his back pocket and grabbed a condom, then handed it to me. “Put it on then.”
I blinked, breath catching. “Bossy,” I murmured, already reaching for the foil.
“Put it on, Sunshine.”
I removed my legs from around his waist and slowly unzipped his jeans, my fingers grazing his skin. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, with a bead of precum already. I brushed my thumb over it and brought it to my mouth. He growled low in his throat, fists tightening.
I ripped the foil with my teeth, rolled the condom over him with two slow pumps, then met his eyes again. “Now what?”
His nostrils flared. “Fuck… you’re gonna be the death of me.”
I shivered at the sound of his voice, that rough, low edge.
His hands found my face, then tangled in my hair, his mouth crashing into mine.
There was nothing sweet about it. His lips moved to my jaw, then my throat.
He bit down, causing me to gasp. Not enough to draw blood, but enough that I’d remember.
His hands were everywhere, possessive, gripping, claiming.
“You say ‘shadow’, and I stop,” he murmured against my collarbone.
“But other than that, you’re mine tonight. ”
I nodded, nails dragging up his arms. He hissed. “That’s it,” he breathed. “Mark me back.”
He guided me onto the edge of the bike again, spreading my thighs. His fingers ran up one trembling leg and pushed my dress higher. I was already soaked and needy for him, and he knew it.
“You’re gonna come all over my cock,” he said, lining himself up, “understood?”
I gave a broken, “Please,” and he slid inside. I gasped, the pressure nearly too much. My nails clawed at his shoulders. My head fell back.
“Eyes on me, Sunshine,” he growled.
I forced my eyes open, locking on his. His eyes were on me like he was trying to memorize every part of me, and it made my whole body burn from the inside out.
Every deep thrust made my breath stutter. My body tightened around him. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He didn’t ease in. He took. And I fucking loved it.
His hands were everywhere. My hips, my jaw, my throat. He grabbed my thigh and slapped it. The sharp sting made me yelp.
When he pushed back in, I couldn’t help the way my head fell back or the sound that ripped out of my throat. It felt like he was everywhere. Too much and not enough at the same time.
“What did I say? Eyes on me,” he growled again, and my gaze snapped back to his.
God. Those eyes. So dark and desperate and hungry. Like I was the only thing keeping him sane.
“More?”
“Yes.”
“You’re mine tonight,” he said against my mouth, his voice low and wrecked. “Say it.”
I opened my mouth, but he kissed me before I could speak. And maybe that was for the better, because I didn’t know what would’ve come out. I didn’t know if I would’ve said “I’m yours” or “Please don’t stop” or “I think I might already be falling.”
He wrapped his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to not exactly choke me but to control.
I didn’t feel scared. I felt seen. Desired.
Owned. Then his fingers tangled in my hair and yanked my head back, exposing my throat.
His mouth found it instantly, biting and kissing.
I knew it was going to leave marks. But for now? I wasn’t complaining.
When he bit my lip, hard enough to sting, I tasted blood. My whole body responded like it had been waiting for this exact kind of hurt.
He pounded into me harder, the pace brutal, the bike shaking beneath us.
“Come on my cock, squeeze the fuck out of me.” He ordered, and damn, if I didn’t want to please him.
My orgasm ripped through me, my whole body clenching around him. My vision went white at the edges. He followed with a groan, his face buried in my neck as he pulsed inside me.
Everything else faded. All I could hear was our breathing, the rhythm of his heartbeat somehow matching mine. I didn’t want to let go. My hands stayed on his back, fingers splayed like I was trying to memorize the shape of him, the heat of his skin.
Eventually, his breathing evened out. He pulled back, and for a moment, I saw something raw in his expression. Something real.
“Hey,” he said, brushing hair out of my face with a tenderness that almost broke me. “You good?”
I nodded, even though my legs still felt like jelly and my heart wouldn’t slow down.
“Dangerous,” I teased, my voice barely above a whisper, breathless and shaky.
He gave this soft, shaky laugh, like he didn’t know what else to do. Then his lips found mine again, but a lot more gentle now. Like he meant every second of it.
“Yeah,” he breathed against me. “You really are like sunshine.”
My chest tightened in a way that was almost painful, but I didn’t say a word. I just kissed him back, hoping that if I stayed close enough, maybe he wouldn’t slip away into those dark places again. Maybe, just for tonight, he was mine.
I don’t know how long we stayed like that.
His forehead against mine, his fingers tracing slow patterns on my skin, both of us trying to catch our breath.
When he finally pulled back, he zipped himself up, and I shimmied my dress back down, still trembling.
I felt stripped bare, even with my clothes on.
He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at me for a second. Then his eyes found mine again, softer than I expected.
“You hungry?” he asked. His voice was low, a little rough around the edges, like he hadn’t quite come back to earth yet.
I blinked. “What?”
He smirked, almost shyly. “Food. You know… humans need it. Especially after… that.”
I laughed, breathless and shaky. “Yeah. Food sounds good.”
“Come on, Sunshine,” he said, tugging me gently by the hand. “I know a place.”
* * *
We ended up at a 24-hour diner that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the 80s. Greasy menus, flickering neon lights, a waitress who looked like she’d seen every bad decision ever made at 3 a.m.
Nick ordered pancakes and bacon for both of us without even asking, and somehow it felt like the most intimate thing anyone had ever done for me. For once, I didn’t need to make a decision, and I liked that.
We sat across from each other, his knee bumping mine under the table. Every now and then, he’d glance up and catch me staring, and a tiny smirk would play at his lips.
“Stop looking at me like that,” he teased, though his voice was softer than before.
“Like what?” I asked, feigning innocence.
“Like you’re trying to figure me out,” he said, his thumb brushing over the rim of his coffee mug.
Maybe I was. But I didn’t say that.
* * *
After we finished, he insisted on paying and then led me back outside into the warm, sticky night.
“Where to now?” I asked, half-expecting him to say he’d take me home and end this.
Instead, he hesitated. “Need to stop by my place. Gotta check on my dog.”
“You have a dog?” I lit up, all the exhaustion forgotten.
He glanced at me, his expression softening for a moment. “Yeah. Rescue mutt. Goofy as sin, but he’s good company.”
I laughed, following him to his bike again.
He handed me the helmet without a word, like it was already routine.
I wasn’t as nervous this time, now that I knew he didn’t drive like an asshole.
He took every corner with caution, and I wondered if he was only doing that because of me.
His hand stayed on my thigh the whole time, me pressed up against him, my hands flat on his stomach.
It didn’t take long before we were pulling up into a driveway to a small house.
He led me in and placed the keys on a nearby table.
His place was small, kind of messy, but cozy in a way that felt lived-in.
A guitar leaning against the wall, half-finished art, or mechanic projects scattered on the counter.
The dog, a big, blocky-headed pit mix, bounded up to him, tail wagging so hard it looked like his whole body might fall over.
“Hey, Bear,” Nick murmured, kneeling to scratch the dog’s ears.
I stood frozen in the doorway, watching him. Seeing that tenderness, the easy way he softened with his dog.
Bear came over and sniffed me next, and when I knelt, he licked my face immediately.
“Traitor,” Nick grumbled, but I could hear the smile in his voice.
I couldn’t help myself. “So… Bear? That’s… kinda close to ‘beer,’ isn’t it?”
Nick chuckled softly, eyes still on the dog. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Guess it’s a reminder that I’m not that guy anymore.”
Bear gave a happy wag of his tail, as if understanding the weight behind those words. Nick looked up at me, his smile fading just a little before he slapped it back on. “Come on,” he said quietly, motioning toward the living room. “Sit down.”
We stayed there longer than we probably should have.
He made me sit on the couch, gave me water, and put on some music low in the background.
At some point, Bear curled up next to me, his giant head in my lap.
Nick sat across from me at first, leaning back in an old chair, just watching.
Like he was trying to figure out why the hell he let this night go on so long.
“You look good with him,” he said eventually, his voice rough.
I shrugged, fingers combing through Bear’s fur. “I like dogs.”
He nodded slowly, looking like he was turning something over in his head. Then he stood, walked over, and pulled me up into his arms again.
“One night,” he murmured against my hair. “That’s what we said.”
“Yeah,” I whispered back, even though neither of us sounded like we believed it.
We ended up in his bed anyway. And when the sun started bleeding into the room hours later, it should have felt like the end. But it didn’t.