to get them off. Raking her hands on my chest, she yanked me down for another kiss. I shoved my pants and boxers down to my ankles and paused for a second above her.
“Fuck me hard, Stryker. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Her boobs were too small and her hips too narrow and her legs too long and her lips to thin and her eyes not brown.
Not Katie.
She put both hands on my dick and guided me down.
“Fuck me hard.”
I plunged into her and her eyes went wide and she made a little grunt. I only gave her a second to adjust before I pulled back and slammed again. Her hands went around my neck and she tried to kiss me. I let her because I didn’t want to look into her not-brown eyes.
Over and over I pounded into her as she urged me on.
Not. Katie. Not. Katie. Not. Katie.
Her ankles didn’t wrap around me, she didn’t make those sweet little sounds, she didn’t dig her fingers into my back.
Not. Katie. Not. Katie. Not. Katie.
“Yes, yes, fuck me harder.” Her voice invaded my mind and I tried to shut her out by kissing her again so she’d stop talking.
Thankfully, I was able to finish a second later. I pulled out immediately, yanked up my pants and stumbled to the bathroom to turn on the shower.
Katie
Mom didn’t discover my wall until the next morning when she snuck in to clean. I never kept anything secretive in my room because she snooped through all of my drawers. My secret hiding place was in Kayla’s room, under a floorboard.
Her shriek carried all the way down the stairs. “Katie! What did you do?”
I looked at Kayla and Adam. We’d been having a discussion about the worst ways to die. I thought drowning, but Adam was all for fire.
“Looks like I’m in trouble, as usual,” I said, getting up from the couch and walking up the stairs to face my doom.
“What is this?” Seeing her face made me reconsider the drowning thing as the worst way to die. Getting glared to death by my mother had moved its way to the top of the list. She waved her hand at my wall.
“It’s art.” Okay, okay, it was a snarky response and totally set me up for pissing her off more, but I couldn’t help it. Holding back from fighting with her all week hadn’t been easy.
“This is not art. This is graffiti. This is going to take forever to wash off, Katie.” She put her hand to her forehead, like I was giving her a migraine. If I hadn’t already, what I was about to say definitely would set her off.
“I don’t want to wash it off.” I moved to stand in front of the wall, as if I was protecting it. In a way, I guess I was.
“Katie, be serious. You’re not five years old anymore. I will not have this crap all over my walls.”
“Well, it’s not crap, and it’s on my wall. If you don’t like it, don’t look at it.”
Mom’s glare got narrower and meaner and she put her hands on her hips.
“Katherine Ann, you are acting like a child.”
I most certainly was, but it was my go-to defense mechanism when I fought with my mother.
We faced each other, at an impasse.
“I don’t know who you are anymore.” Her voice was more frustrated than mad.
I started laughing, thinking about what Stryker had said.
“Yeah, me neither.” Once the giggling started, it was hard to stop. Now Mom looked worried.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just great.” I gave her a thumbs up as I tried to stop laughing. She backed away from me and picked up the duster she’d been using as an excuse to come into my room.
“Well, when you get yourself together, I want that cleaned off before you go back to school. Don’t make me ask you again.” She closed the door with authority and I leaned back against the wall.
The laughter slowed and I caught my breath. Turning my head, I saw the word “Love” and traced it with my finger.
I should have used paint instead of marker.
Chapter Fifteen
Stryker
“Stryker?” Ric’s voice, not Katie’s said to me through the closed bathroom door. I’d gotten into the shower without even taking my jeans off. The urge to wash myself off was so powerful after…after everything with Ric that I couldn’t be bothered to get them off.
I didn’t answer her, and I didn’t hear her footsteps so I knew she was still waiting.