“You think I don't know that?” My heart swells in perfect rhythm with other parts of me as he slips a hand underneath my blouse and runs it along with my spine. “I'm serious about this, Ty. I'm serious about you, especially because it almost sounds like you're looking for more than a quick and dirty thing.”
His eyes go wide. I get a perfect, unobstructed view of those glacial eyes, now moving like they're melting under a high arctic sun. “Damned right I am. Just never found a chick worth trying that shit with 'til I met you.”
He kisses me again. It's hard, long, hot, and furious. I don't think I can even find the words to describe this kiss.
My mind's spinning – fucking whirling – trying to comprehend the fact that I'm really about to let my brutal step-brother punch the V-card I've held onto for way too many years.
I don't know why I have to confess it. Maybe it'll do something to help me regain my footing, help me grab this thing by the horns before my pussy's wrapped around him the same way.
“Ty, wait.” It takes all my energy to sever our lips. “There's something you need to know.”
My lips shake. He looks at me when I pause for too long, then reaches up and brushes my hair back, tangling his strong fingers along the way.
“Tell me.”
“Uh, I've never...”
Fuck. How the hell do I come clean about this?
“What?” He presses.
“I'm kinda new to sex. I'm...a virgin.”
Something goes off in my head. There's a droning sound, something spinning, the entire world collapsing in on itself like someone's blowing a didgeridoo in both my ears.
“Babe?” There's a long pause in his voice. “Babe!”
I should've known it was too good to be true. A second later, the curtain falls across my eyes. I'm falling too deep into a thick, dark blackout to know anything at all.
VI: Long Fuse (Ty)
Fuck me.
A minute ago, I was two seconds away from tearing off my pants and burying my greedy dick deep in her heavenly cunt. Then she had to set off a nuke in my ear and pass the fuck out.
As if it's not a big enough shock to know I'm the first bastard who's gonna have her pussy, she goes dead cold. Out like a dude going down in the ring.
Shit. Fuck.
I lift Claire off me and roll her soft body 'til she's flattened in her seat, checking her pulse, wrestling to remember everything I know about first aid. I hold my face to her lips, measuring her breath.
I wouldn't have done this shit if I still thought she was drunk. I have a raging red flash of the Swede in my mind, and I silently vow I'm gonna put him in his fucking grave if he's slipped her something more than booze, even if I need to track his evil ass to Stockholm.
No, she's too stable to be drugged by more than alcohol. Her vitals are good. I'm no doctor, but I know when some poor woman's been fucked up. I've seen it before with girls in the club, and always end up beating the shit outta the rat sons of bitches who're responsible.
She's just on overload. Overwhelmed by what I did to her, what we were about to do.
Goddamn. I need to get her home. I pull her panties and skirt back up with a sigh, then readjust my dick so it doesn't rip outta my pants.
I drive like hell. My heart's still pounding as I go through the gate and pull into the garage. I never take my hand off Claire's, making sure her pulse stays steady and her temperature doesn't drop.#p#分页标题#e#
I should take the back entrance downstairs to sneak in. But I gotta carry her, and I'm not gonna risk tripping on some firewood or old gardening tools laying around side of the house.
I don't give a single fuck who sees us.
I'll take all the hell my dad or his Congresswoman wifey wanna lay on me. Getting her tucked into bed with some blood going to her brain's all that matters right now.
I move fast, holding her tight against my chest. We get downstairs without encountering any shit. Laying her out in her room, I draw a blanket over her, and then head to the wet bar a few rooms over for some water.
I don't know if I should wake her up to drink. She's out deep, mumbling to herself every time I brush her cheek. She's warm, like she's got a slight fever.
Fuck. This thing's got me twisted up. It's hell deciding what to do.
If I rush her off to the nearest doctor, the prick'll probably chide me for being a jumpy boyfriend, and there's always the risk our asshole parents will find out. That's sure to go over like lighting a bonfire inside my old man's yacht.
“Ty? Ty? Ty?” She keeps repeating my name, soft and sleepy. Hypnotic, almost.
I brush her face, but she doesn't move like she's fully conscious. She'll be okay. She's gotta be. There'll just be one fuck of a hangover waiting for her tomorrow.
I'm still imagining all the ways I'm gonna castrate the Swede if I'm dead wrong and something does happen to her. I have to stay here tonight. If I can't bring her in to the town clinic, then I sure as hell can't leave her alone.