LOVE ‘EM(94)

Her words snap me back to the moment. I slide back inside her. “No, Sweets, nothing’s wrong. Nothing will ever be wrong again.”

I thrust deeper and harder until she pants in my ear. I’m at the edge of paradise, but I hold back until she can fall with me.

Soon, she’s yanking me to her as fast as I pull away. She’s killing me.

“Fuck. I’m going to come.”

“God, yes, please. Please, deep—come deep inside.”

I slam into her again and again, still holding back. Her cunt clenches tight on my cock, and that’s it. I can’t wait any longer. I throw my head back and thrust so hard my bones seem to knock against hers. She grabs me around the waist, arches her back. Her tits press against me, and she lets out this noise—a cry and a whimper at the same time.

Fuck, that’s hot. And I’m gone. My cock spasms as her pussy convulses around me. My cum floods her, and I push deeper still. Her body milks mine until I don’t have a drop left.

I collapse on top of her.

Our breathing is heavy and we’re both a little sweaty, but it’s fucking awesome. I rise and push the hair out of her face. “You okay?”

Her mouth is swollen from my kisses. She nods and her eyes soften just before she closes them.

I push deeper into her body, not wanting this to end. I nuzzle her neck and kiss the place her pulse thrums, sucking a bit. “You’re beautiful.”

She catches her breath and holds it for a second or two, and then she lets it out slowly. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

My gut sinks. Does she think she’s just one of the girls?

How many have there been? Countless. None of them have ever made me feel the things Mo does. Not one. Not even close.

I kiss her softly. “Not after. Only you.”

She pushes at my arms. “After sex? You only tell them they’re beautiful before sex?”

“No one will ever be beautiful again, not after you. Only you.”

She rolls to the side, away from me. “You need to go, Danny. You got what you wanted. We agreed to keep this real. Please lock up on your way out.”

Mo closes the door before I can pull an answer from the jumble of protests bottlenecking in my throat.

Fuck.

Fuck.

And double FUCK.





I lean against the bathroom door and don’t come out until the front door clicks into place.

This madness has to stop. Danny loves my body as though he loves me, and I don’t know if my heart can tell the difference. The problem is, when he comes back again, I won’t be able to turn him down. There’s no way.

My hair’s disheveled and my cheeks are ruddy. I look deep into my own eyes, searching for an answer to these things I feel and can’t explain, even to myself.

When he came—when we came, oh my lord, it was the most perfect moment, as though at that second everything was right in the world. And when I was in his arms, I felt safe. Not as though protected from a burglar, but it’s as though there’s no war, no sickness, no death that can touch me.

How can I feel like this about someone so bad? He’s a mess. He’s rotten to his parents. Rude to me most of the time. He obviously just wants a piece of ass, though I still can’t figure out why me. Must be because he knows it will get under his parents’ skin. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t want to hide it. I’m just one more way for him to aggravate them.

If he tells them, I’m done. I may not be able to resist him, but if he breathes a word of it to anyone, and I get kicked out, I’ll never speak to him again.

My shoulders slump. I might as well pack my bags. If he’s in this to stick it to his parents, it won’t take him long to rub it their faces, and I’ll be toast.

I brush my teeth and slip between my sheets, still naked. Each time I move, the scent of sex wafts around me. Danny invades my every thought. The way he kissed me until my toes curled. His body covering mine as he filled me. The words he whispered—even though my head knows they don’t mean a thing, my heart beats faster nonetheless.

I am so screwed.





CH. NINE





I lie in bed as the sun takes its sweet time coming up.

Fuck if I could sleep last night. How the hell does she get to me so damned much? Shouldn’t she just say thank you when I pay her a compliment? Why does she automatically think I’m lying?

I drag my ass out of bed and head down to the pool.

The water is cool in the gray light of morning. My body slices through the surface like memories from last night cut through my brain. The harder I swim, the more I think about how fast my heart beat against hers and how Mo came apart in my arms.

Then her comments skip back through my mind.

Fucking wild oats.