hell out of me. I thought you regretted…us.”
He slides off the bed and grabs my hips. Yanking me to the edge, he shakes his head slowly. “I regret almost fucking up your future. But I certainly don’t regret fucking you.”
His cock, still wet from his climax, slides between my pussy lips against my clit, but he doesn’t enter my body. When I try to squirm to urge him in, he laughs and pulls away. He grips his dick and slaps my pussy in an annoyingly teasing way.
“I can tell your need for my cock is going to be a big problem, naughty Winter,” he says with a smirk. “So you’re going to get your pretty little ass on the pill so I can come inside your tight pussy every single time.”
I laugh at his possessive words. “You think we’re going to do this again, huh?”
He pulls me to my feet. “Over and over again. You’re stuck with me. Should have thought about that before you taunted your daddy so you’d get sent to me.”
I recoil at his words. “I didn’t taunt him.”
“Oh, come on, baby,” he says in a cold tone. “We both know your dad was a pussy. He would have never willingly let you go.”
A swell of anger surges through me and I shove him from me. “Fuck you, August.”
His eyes widen at my sudden outburst. “I just did, baby. Best fuck you ever had.”
I shove him again, but the giant rock-hard statue of a man barely moves. Rage burns through me and I slap his chest. I slap and slap and slap. Tears burn in my eyes as I scream at him. A loud, embarrassing sob chokes out of me, which angers me further. My nails claw at him and that’s what sets him off. His hand goes to my throat, squeezing until he pushes me away from reach.
“What. The. Fuck. Is. Your. Problem?” His words are punctuated and fiery.
“I didn’t taunt him,” I choke out, my tears shamelessly sliding down. “I didn’t taunt him.”
He releases my neck and yanks me to him in a crushing hug. I cling to him desperately, eager for the comfort. His fingers rake down my spine, sending shivers rippling through me.
“Shhh, baby,” he coos. “I’m sorry. Tell me what happened.”
When I don’t answer, he pulls away and takes my hand. I’m tugged behind him as he heads into his bathroom. He turns on his shower and then he brings me in with him under the hot spray. I stand under the water, crying pitifully and feeling sorry for myself as he dutifully washes me. It only makes me cry harder. Once he washes himself, he grips my jaw and tilts my face up. He rains sweet kisses down all over my face, soothing away the hurt in my chest.
“Tell me what happened,” he murmurs, concern etched in his features. “Let me make it better.”
My throat is hoarse from crying, but I manage to rasp out my words. “H-He was siding with Jackie, like usual, and I’d had enough. She’s a crazy bitch, August. You of all people know this.”
His jaw clenches. “I do. I put up with a lot toward the end of our marriage for our daughter. Looking back, the affair was a shock, but the downward spiral of our marriage was not. She was a selfish bitch.”
“Well, she hates me,” I tell him bitterly. “Ever since…”
He frowns. “Ever since when?”
“Not long after we moved in with her, she went spying through my phone. She, uh, found a bunch of pictures I’d stolen of you. It was silly teenage stuff. I drew hearts on the pictures. It was obvious, my crush on you,” I say with a heavy sigh.
His brows deepen together. “Go on.”
“She screamed at me. Dad wasn’t home from work and Callie was at cheerleading. She screamed and told me I was a whore. That now that you were divorced, I might as well go whore myself out to you. That you were just like any man, happy to fuck some young woman. I hated how she turned my teenage crush into something dirty and wrong. You weren’t like that, August. I watched you for so long. You were good and cared deeply for the people you loved. I wanted to be in that circle.”
He pulls me tighter to him and kisses my forehead. “You are in that circle.”
My heart stammers in my chest as I search his eyes. His eyes never lie and those few words that