of his hand. “That’s all I ever want. To make you feel that good every damn day.”
His belt releases and his pants fall. I look around, making sure we’re still alone. And we are. In our perfect little bubble. The one place that Xander and I can truly be us.
My eyes narrow at him. “Now it’s your turn.”
A low growl rumbles out as Xander’s nails dig into my hips.
As his hard cock slides into me, I let out a throaty groan. It’s amazing. He’s amazing. And I cannot get enough of him. As his hips rock into me, I bite down onto his neck.
“God, you feel so damn good,” he groans as he thrusts into me. His hands grip on my ass, pulling me harder and harder into him.
My walls collapse around him while his cock throbs deep inside of me. Every nerve in my body is screaming for another release and it is coming — fast.
“Fuck, Xander!”
He moans at the sound of his name as his teeth sink down onto my bare chest.
“I’m gonna…” I cry out.
“Wait for me,” he demands as his eyes slam shut and his breath catches in the back of his throat.
Our bodies tremble. It is fucking mind blowing. The purest form of pleasure I have ever felt in my damn life.
Xander’s head falls onto my chest, his breath heavy and uneven. “You’re fucking incredible.”
Xander pulls my panties back up and helps me get my clothes situated before fixing his pants. Hopping back onto the trunk, Xander tucks me into his side.
“So, what now?” I ask, letting my head fall into the crook of his shoulder.
“I take you home and we do this again as soon as possible,” he breathes out before kissing the top of my air.
“Oh, God,” I breathe. “So much yes.”
Chapter 13
Xander
I pull up to the gate at Charlotte’s house and it creaks open as the guard, Jasper, gives me a little salute. I guess I’ve become part of the privileged few who get to cross onto the other side, much as her father may hate that fact.
Eh. Fuck him.
Charlotte snuggles against me, her fingers creeping over my leg in an extremely mischievous way. “I think you need to walk me up to my room,” she whispers in a conspiratorial tone. “You know, just to make sure I get there okay. You are supposed to be watching over me, right? You want to see that I get there safely, don’t you?”
“If your father finds me in your room after last time…” My voice trails off. Not that I’m afraid of the asshole, but I don’t want Char to have to deal with his bullshit. She’s the real victim here, not me. I get to leave. She’s stuck in this hell hole.
“I don’t care,” she says, straightening up. “Screw him! He doesn’t get to make decisions for me. He gave up the right to give his opinion about my choices.”
“You still need to live here, at least for a little while longer.” My head spins with scenarios where Charlotte and I can manage to get out of Ridgeview and leave this all behind to start new lives, free from threats, danger, and most of all, Charles Hawthorne.
“I want to get out, Xan,” she murmurs. “So badly. But my mom, I worry about her, too.”
“Your mom?” I repeat, disbelief lacing my words. “She’s lucid for like, a day, and all of a sudden you forget about her role in all of this?” I shake my head. “Don’t trust her.”
“Look, I know she’s not your mom, but she’s the only one I have, and it’s actually nice to feel like one of my parents gives a shit.” Her voice gets more and more defensive, and now instead of rubbing her hand over my half-hard cock, she backs away with her arms folded.
“I’m not the enemy here, Char,” I say. “And I’m not trying to interfere with whatever little come-to-Jesus-party you had with your mom. I’m just telling you to be careful. I don’t want to see you put all of your trust in her, and then when your dad lays into her for it, she dopes up and leaves you hanging.”
“She said she’s done with that stuff. She admitted it got out of hand, but she has control over it now.”
“That woman has no control over anything in her life!” I scoff. “And she’s always been damn happy about that, leaving the heavy lifting to your father. He doesn’t like when he’s not in complete