cupped a hand over my mouth to smother my noisy breaths and used the one around my hips to move me, fuck me harder, deeper, and then he came.
His mouth found mine, and he mumbled his pleasure inside it, cussing and groaning words like, “Beautiful, so fucking good,” and then we sat in a sweaty tangled heap, kissing and touching and not talking until he was ready to do it all over again.
“On your knees,” he said, voice strained. Climbing off him, I felt him leak out of me. “Yeah, like that. Holy fuck.” He paused, and I knew why when his fingers started toying with all the wet between my legs. “I’m taking a mental picture so hard right now.”
“Put more in me.” I didn’t recognize the woman who’d said those words, didn’t want to acknowledge how careless she became around this man, but nothing else mattered. I needed all of him all over me, imbedded inside me, with a desperation that had my thighs and arms trembling.
“You’re not on the pill,” he said, knowing somehow.
“No, but I’ll get the morning after pill.”
He paused. “You haven’t fucked anyone else?”
“No.” I sighed and sat up, my libido fading and fading fast. “But I suppose I should probably make an appointment at the clinic and get tested, too.”
“Clover,” he said, hurt piercing the name. “I’m only bare with you. Now get back on your knees.”
Swallowing at how fast he’d rekindled the fire, I did as I was told.
Not even a second later, a slap sounded through the room, and pain mingled with pleasure as I felt his handprint bloom on my ass while he slid inside.
Bending over me, he turned my chin to his face as he began to move, slow and deep. His eyes were hooded but alert and wild. “I know I’m an asshole,” he panted, “we both do. But don’t ever think for one fucking second I’d put you in harm’s way like that again.”
Feeling bold, I nipped his finger when it brushed over my bottom lip. “So it’s just my heart that gets harmed then?”
He stopped, then sat back, taking me with him with an arm around my waist. Using his other hand, he turned my head to face him. “No more talking.”
His lips pried mine apart, his teeth scraping over my tongue as his hand lowered, sinking down to where we joined. He circled and teased until he had to hold me still while he rocked from underneath, and I almost screamed, coming harder than I ever had before.
I didn’t know if his plan was to fuck me into oblivion. To ruin me until I was a useless pile of beating, simmering flesh unable to do anything but take what he gave until I passed out sated and limp on top of him. If it was, it worked, and I had no energy to find it within myself to care.
As predicted, he wasn’t there the next morning, and judging by the shouting and screaming we all heard from across the street, he’d gone to pay his parents a visit. A visit that clearly hadn’t gone well and had resulted in Everett storming off down the street toward the beach.
“I’ll check on him,” Dale had said as we all stood on the small front porch. He’d slept on the bus, still on the outs with his parents for ditching Brown.
The scrambled eggs and bacon wouldn’t go down easy as Mom, Dad, Hendrix, and me sat around the table, eating breakfast together before the band was due to leave.
We were but a quick pit stop.
“Graham needs money, so he’s gone to his grandparents to ask for a loan. He’ll be back soon,” Hendrix said, tearing off a bite of bacon. “Jesus, I forgot how good your cooking is, Mom.”
Mom smiled, then asked, “And you? Have you run out of money?”
Hendrix shook his head, then took a sip of orange juice. “Nah, I don’t hit it as heavy as the other idiots. As long as some venues keep giving us something, I’m good for a while.”
“Some don’t?” Dad asked, setting the paper down.
Hendrix tipped a shoulder. “If there’s not enough of a crowd, no. We make sweet fuck all. But word has spread in some places, and if we keep booking opening gigs with some bigger bands, I think we’ll be able to stay afloat.” He paused, grinning. “Oh, and Dale has some chick making merch that he’s selling on our website, so that helps too.”