Chapter Six
After dinner, Peyton said good night to Shae and made her way upstairs. Something was different tonight.
He seemed to be acting weird, and she didn’t quite know why. Stepping into his bedroom, she went straight to the bathroom and began to strip out of her clothes. She picked up her toothbrush and quickly brushed her teeth, all the while thinking about Shae.
The last few weeks had been a whirlwind, and tonight, rather than stay quiet in the truck, she had decided to finally cave to her curiosity and just talk to him.
Sure, it had been mundane, but learning what weather season he liked seemed important to her.
It was probably silly, but she found herself wanting to get to know him.
The only way to do that was to ask questions. He loved Christmas and learning what he liked, she was going to see if she could find his mother’s recipe for the cookie she made during that time. Not that she could guarantee she would still be here for Christmas.
After her teeth, she turned the shower on and tested the water to see if it was warm. The moment it warmed up, she stepped beneath the nozzle. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back and allowed the water to flow right over her, warming her up.
She heard Shae enter. The sound of the door opening and closing.
Peyton stayed still, staring at the wall as the shower stall opened, and for the first time, he joined her in the shower.
Every other time, he’d taken a shower in one of the spare bedrooms, or that was where she assumed he did.
Whenever she finished, he was always there, waiting, damp hair, a towel wrapped around his waist.
She didn’t say a word, neither did he as he reached past her head and grabbed the soap. His hands were so large, and she watched as he lathered up the soap. He didn’t get a sponge, and then he put the soap back into the dish. Each movement seemed slow, then he put his hands on her shoulders.
She pulled in her breath. His touch set her on fire. This had been happening more and more lately.
He massaged her shoulders, running his hands down her back, going toward her ass, and then he curved them around her stomach, leading up toward her breasts. Shae cupped her tits, and then let her go, but just long enough to curve her arms behind her and wrap her hands around the back of her neck.
She turned her head to the side, and she couldn’t help but look down at his lips.
Once again, his hands were on her breasts, and she let out another gasp, only this time he kissed her, taking possession of her.
He massaged her tits, cupping them in his palm, kneading the flesh.
She felt an answering pool of heat between her thighs and she pressed her legs together.
Shae teased her nipples, pinching each hard bud then soothing them with the palm of his hand. She moaned, and he broke the kiss, going toward her neck. This time, she cried out and he was not there to swallow her cries.
One of his hands left her tit and traveled down her body, going straight between her thighs.
He pressed one hand between, and his fingers started to tease her clit, working the bud, stroking it, going across, around, and over it, and then she felt the heat begin to build.
She didn’t want to stop him. The pleasure was so intense.
His mouth on her neck seemed to send a shockwave of pleasure to her core. His touch burned her up. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she tried to gain control, but there was none to have. She loved it when Shae touched her, and she never wanted him to stop.
Another moan fell from her lips, and she felt this hunger in a way she didn’t before. It was like her body wanted the next step. She wanted him.
She wanted to have sex.
Desired it.
Hungered for it.
Craved it.
Shae pushed her right to the edge, and she expected him to tease her, only he didn’t. He played with her body until she came apart. His name the only word she could say as she came apart. He held her tightly, not allowing her to fall. She knew he wouldn’t allow her to fall.
The orgasm was so different, and before she had even finished her release, he turned the shower off. Without drying them, Shae surprised her even more by picking her up, and he carried her through to the bedroom.
She knew tonight was the night. Peyton didn’t know what had changed, and she didn’t care. This was their night. She wasn’t afraid, but anticipatory.
Spreading her legs, Shae eased between them and stared into her eyes. She looked at him.
“This is going to hurt,” he said, his voice gruff, and she had a feeling he didn’t like that.
“I know.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“The pain won’t last.”
He lifted up, and she felt the hard tip of his cock press between her slit, and at no point did he look away. She didn’t know what this meant, but she didn’t want to look away. All she wanted to do was look into his eyes, and as she did, she knew it was going to be okay.
He rubbed his cock through her slit, and each time he bumped her clit, the pleasure got even more intense, and she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, not wanting him to stop. It felt so good.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he said.
And then he moved.
The tip of his cock went down, and she felt him at her entrance.
Peyton always assumed she would be nervous, scared, or .
.. so many different emotions. She thought the man she had sex with would be her husband, a man she had a future with.
Then, he pressed forward, tearing through her virginity.
This took her breath away, and she tried not to cry out.
She tried not to make a sound, or allow the pain to take effect.
It hurt. And she gritted her teeth, hoping the tears would remain.
Shae looked at her, and he slid all the way to the hilt, but after that, he didn’t move. He wrapped his arms around her and took her lips in a sweet, delicate kiss. “I am so sorry.” And he kept holding her.
She felt the hard ridge of his cock as he pulsed within her. Over and over. The pain lessened.
She knew it would happen, but at first she didn’t expect it. Now, slowly, the pain faded, and there was something else she felt.
She wriggled on his length, and Shae groaned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s gone. The pain is gone.”
He lifted up, and he gently moved some of her hair off her face, and she smiled at him. “Please, Shae, make love to me.”
The moment she said it, she wondered if she could take it back. They were not going to make love. Shae wanted to fuck her. Only, he didn’t fuck her. No, he took his time, and he made love to her, and the pain evaporated from her mind, and all that was left was mindless pleasure.
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“You know, some people look happy when they got the woman of their dreams,” Wade said.
Shae looked up from his drink at the bar. He had decided to go and see Wade, seeing as his best friend’s wife had just given birth to another child. With it being October, and the town fully booked with tourists, there was no way Wade could take time off.
He was waiting for six o’clock to pick up Peyton.
Last night, he had finally claimed her virginity.
He had not fucked her, though, he had taken his sweet time and made love to her.
There had been blood on the blanket. He’d seen that this morning.
After he made love to her, he’d pulled her into his arms and slept all night, only stirring ten minutes before her alarm was due to go off.
The moment it did, he woke her up with kisses and made love to her again.
He loved every second of it. He loved sleeping beside her. Going to bed and waking up with her, he relished every freaking second, and that was not going to stop.
As he sat at the bar, nursing a beer he hadn’t taken a sip from, he thought about the fact that he had not worn a condom. This morning, mixed with her virgin blood had been his semen. He hadn’t let her see it. They hadn’t talked about what he’d done.
Peyton was still under the impression there was a limit to their time together. Every single time he took her and spilled his semen in her, he ran the risk of making her pregnant. He wanted her pregnant.
“I am happy,” he said.
Wade pursed his lips. “You see this.” He pointed at his face, circling it. “This is me being happy. I’m a happy kind of guy. I’ve got my wife at home waiting for me, and kids that love me. This is what you call happy. What you look like is a guy who has to make a tough decision.”
“Can I be real with you?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“Did you get Carla pregnant on purpose when you were younger?”
The smile on Wade’s face didn’t change, so much as his eyebrows rose, and there was a conspiratory look on his face.
“Yeah, I did. You know this. It’s why we were pregnant before we were at prom. I knew the moment I saw Carla, she was going to be my wife.”
“You did?”
“Fuck, yeah. I wasn’t going to wait around and let her think I didn’t want her. I know some men like to fuck around and think there are plenty of fish in the sea. Not me. I was happy with my fish.”
Shae nodded.
“Question is, are you happy with your fish?” Wade asked.
“Stopping calling women fish,” Shae said.
“Okay, what do you want to call them?”
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“You know, I’ve not seen you like this in quite some time. Peyton getting under that skin of yours?”
“She’s there,” he said. “I don’t want to let her go.”
“Then don’t.”
“She thinks this has a limit,” he said.
Wade sighed and clasped his hands together as he leaned across the bar. “She does, and who told her there was a limit?”
He looked toward Wade, and was not about to tell him his business. Wade did not need to know he had blackmailed Peyton to be with him, in order to keep her sister alive. He didn’t need to know that Peyton had bargained her virginity for him to keep Lily-May away from her.