pushing down the straps of my dress before I pull my shirt off. Goosebumps break out over my skin and my nipples tighten.
“Lean back on your elbows.”
I do as he says as he unbuckles his pants, pulling a condom out of his back pocket before he pushes his jeans down his legs. He fists his length, stroking up and down as his hungry eyes look their fill. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m practically shaking with anticipation. Wanting to break his control, to push him to touch me, I lick my middle finger before bringing my hand between my thighs. I use that finger to rub myself, and his eyes flare at the sight. I lift my knees higher, only the toes of my tennis shoes touching the table now as I slip my finger inside.
“You’re so perfect,” he mutters, and then he’s leaning in between my spread legs, capturing my nipple with his lips.
“Thayer,” I say, arching into his mouth. His teeth tug on my piercing and I hear the condom wrapper tearing open before he rolls it down his length. He helps me to my feet, then spins me around to face the table and I stumble forward, my hand holding on to the edge of the table as Thayer jerks my dress up over my hips. He lifts one of my knees onto the table, and then he’s pushing inside me, hands squeezing my waist as he groans in pleasure.
“I’m not letting you go,” he says again, his palm gliding up to lightly grip my throat, keeping my back to his chest as he snaps his hips forward. “But if I find out Grey did it, I won’t show him any mercy.”
“I know.”
He presses his lips to my spine, kissing me, and then he’s pushing my chest flat against the table.
“Good.”
“Why don’t you ever go to class?” I ask, coming up behind him as he stands at the kitchen counter, circling my arms around his bare torso. After Thayer fucked me on the table, we went at it twice more. Once on the floor, and once on his couch, right in front of the glass window. Sometime around nine o’clock, we realized we needed sustenance, so he ordered pizza. I’m sore and sated and sleepy, trying to soak everything in before we have to go back to reality tomorrow.
“It felt wrong.”
I press my cheek against his back, my hands flattening on his stomach as I wait for him to elaborate.
“Moving on with my life, going to college…Danny was supposed to be here for all of it. It feels like I’m leaving him behind.”
My thoughts drift back to when Valen said she hadn’t seen him for months. She was as surprised to see him in Sawyer Point as I was. “Is that why you came home?”
He captures my wrist, examining the faint lines the lightning left, his thumb rubbing across the sensitive skin. “I came back for you.”
“No, you didn’t.” I laugh. “You hated me.” Sometimes, I still think he might on some level. My biggest fear is that he’ll never be able to see me the way he did before the accident.
“I never hated you. I hated that I couldn’t have you.”
Shayne
Yawning, I trudge into the kitchen to make myself a late-night snack after finishing up the homework I fell behind on. Between Thayer keeping me up all night last night and my game after school today, I can barely keep my eyes open. Not that I’m complaining. It was worth losing sleep and the grief Coach gave me for missing practice.
I grab the cheese and butter from the fridge before I pad over to the stove. I move on autopilot, getting the frying pan and buttering the bread, lost in thought, when I hear the sound of breaking glass coming from the other room. I jump back with a scream, and then I freeze with my hand over my mouth. When I don’t hear anything else, I blindly slap a hand onto the counter behind me, feeling around for my phone. I back into the pantry, shutting the door as quietly as possible as my shaky fingers manage to click on Thayer’s name.
“Shayne?” he asks, concern evident in his tone. I never call him.
I cup my hand over my mouth and the speaker of my phone, trying to keep my voice low. “I think someone just broke into my house.” My heart threatens to pound out of my chest.
“We’re coming,” he says immediately. “Where