One Regret(7)

Protection in place, he slipped into me with breath-taking slowness. Every fiber of my being responded to his movement inside me. I still held one of William’s hands in mine and our fingers entwined and tightened as he pulled away, until his tip was at my entrance again.

I gasped at the feeling of him leaving me, but then he was back inside again and this time he wasn’t going away anytime soon. He thrust so deep it felt like he was reaching unexplored parts of me. At first his thrusts were steady and predictable, a hard push in and a slow retreat out. I met each one of them eagerly. Each one was a tease, a tantalizing torture that his body was inflicting on me. But then he began to move quicker and quicker until I had no choice but to just hold on and enjoy the ride.

I dug the fingers of my free hand into his back as I felt my body start to ripple, coming apart at the seams. The warmth that had been spreading became a burning urgency as I convulsed against him and around him, crying out his name. The aftershocks of my orgasm urged him to finish and he let out an animalistic growl as he released inside me.

I was spent in every sense of the word and William allowed himself to slowly collapse on top of me. The hand that had been digging into his back seconds earlier was now lifeless against his skin. As I began to regain some feeling in my body, I stroked his back with the tips of my fingers and felt him sigh against me.

“That feels nice,” he mumbled against my neck.

“I can’t feel anything right now,” I said with a shaky laugh.

William shifted as he pulled out of me, now satiated and relaxed. “I can feel you. I can always feel you, even when you aren’t around. You’re under my skin, Olivia.”

I knew exactly what he meant. Since meeting William and spending one night with him that wasn’t supposed to be anything more than that, I hadn’t been able to stay away from him. William had enthralled me- I was his. And that scared the crap out of me.





CHAPTER THREE

A couple hours later, we still hadn’t left the bed. Dinner would be ready soon, but the only thing I was hungry for was William and I’d already had him. More than once.

“We have to go downstairs eventually,” I said, pressing against him. William was still naked beneath the thin blanket I had pulled around us but once we had come down from our coital high, I had hastily pulled on my underwear and his old t-shirt. Despite a perfectly functioning furnace, the third floor of his mountain home was drafty and even his body warmth couldn’t quite chase away the chill. “Your mother doesn’t strike me as a very patient woman.”

“Ten more minutes,” William said lazily. He continued to comb his fingers through my hair in a steady rhythm. It was an action that calmed both of us so I didn’t push any further. It wasn’t like I was excited to see his family again.

“Have they always been like this? So… hateful? Or is it just me?” I couldn’t look at William because I didn’t want him to see how much his mother’s words had bothered me.

“No, they haven’t always been like this. But it’s not you.” William’s hand left my hair and he tucked it under his head as he stared through the glass ceiling at the night sky. I rolled over so that I could see the stars above us. “You asked me earlier if there were any other siblings I should warn you about. You were joking around, but you were right on the money.”

“You have another sibling?” I flipped over again, propped up on my elbows.

“Had another sibling.” William kept his eyes away from me but I could see a buried pain within them. “I had another brother, Christopher. He was my twin.”

My mouth dropped open. “You had a twin brother?”

“Obviously it’s not something I like to talk about. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone. Until you.” He looked at me pointedly. “Like I said, you’re under my skin.”

William and I weren’t exactly known for our personal confessions so I wasn’t about to let him move on without getting the full story. “What happened to Christopher?”

“He was killed.” William’s blue eyes grew clouded. “Murdered, actually.”

My jaw dropped again. “Holy shit.” I knew that William hadn’t always been as rich as he was now. But I’d been to his parents’ home, and while it wasn’t a mansion, it was definitely upper-middle class and located in a nice neighborhood. People that lived in nice neighborhoods didn’t usually get murdered.

“He and I used to cause a lot of trouble. Chris had tons of energy and he was so adventurous. I had a hard time keeping up with him.” William’s smile was wistful and sad. “There was this park a few miles from the house where we lived as kids. Chris and I used to ride our bikes there after school. The day he died, it was unseasonably warm and we couldn’t resist the chance to play outside. We had been there for a couple of hours before we got separated. It was getting dark and I went to look for him. I found his bike in the parking lot but he was gone.