kissed him back because I thought I was still with my boyfriend at the time. But then he slid his hand up my nightgown and touched me, and that’s when I realized that I was at home, and it wasn’t my boyfriend who was touching me. I freaked out and pushed him off of me. He was pissed and called me a tease. I cried myself to sleep that night.”
I’m clenching my teeth so hard that pain surges through my jaw.
“In the morning, I was planning on telling Mama everything. I didn’t know if she’d believe me or not. I mean, I was her out-of-hand, slut of a teen, and he was her saving grace. But when I went downstairs to tell her, he’d already beaten me to it, and instead of telling her the truth, he flipped everything around. He said that I came in wasted and came onto him, tried seducing him. My mom flipped her shit. She yelled at me, called me names, smacked me, and kicked me out. I cried the way whole way here. If it weren’t for Brad, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
I squeeze her closer. “And you didn’t tell Brad any of this?”
She shakes her head. “I was scared. I was scared that he would drive over there and kill him. I was scared to lose him because he was all I had left. But a part of me, deep down, was scared that even he wouldn’t believe me, that he’d believe the same thing that my mom did, and I couldn’t bear to have him see me that way too.” A tear slips from her eye, and I use my thumbs to wipe it away.
“You did nothing wrong, Deven. You hear me?” I force her to look at me. “You couldn’t have stopped any of it. You didn’t bring it on.”
“But the way I acted,” she starts out between sobs, “I was stupid. I shouldn’t have been messing around the way I was. He thought I was a whore and figured he could treat me like one.”
“No, nobody asks to get assaulted, Deven. This wasn’t your fault. Your mom not believing you, that’s her problem. Especially if she can’t see the real dick that she’s with. And Brad, you know Brad will believe you. You could tell him you saw a purple unicorn riding a skateboard outside, and he’d rush to the window. Your brother loves you. He sees past the mistakes you’ve made in the past and knows that you’re starting over. He’s proud of the woman you’re becoming.”
Her tears stop falling. “You really think so?”
“I know so,” I tell her, rolling back on top of her as my lips find hers. I slide between her parted legs, and she wiggles her center against my hardening cock. Fuck, I don’t know how many times I can get off in a day, but we’re testing it today. Today puts my teenage years to shame.
A part of me doesn’t even want to think about sex, especially now that I know her story and what she’s been through, but I can’t stop myself. When we kiss, when we touch, my body comes to life, needing her. There’s something deep inside of me that calls to her. I don’t know if it’s because we seem to click on a deeper level, if it’s just purely sexual tension, or if it’s love. Fuck, I can’t love her already. We haven’t been together long enough for that. Have we? How long does it take to fall in love with someone? Is this love that I’m feeling? I’ve never been in love before.
Love. That would explain the reason I haven’t been able to ignore her and keep her at arm’s length. It would be the reason I can’t resist her. Here I was thinking that everything between us was just physical. But this warmth in my chest has nothing to do with sex. It has everything to do with the way she makes me feel: protective, scared, demanding, giving, yearning. What else could this be?
Her arms wrap around my middle, her nails scratching up and down my back as she wiggles herself against me. With one roll of my hips, I’m filling her again, this time, with nothing between us. The moment we connect, she sucks in a breath that turns to a moan, making my dick twitch inside her.
“Have you ever had sex this way?” I ask her, slowly moving my hips.