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It was no secret that his old man was a drunken piece of shit, that Rory lived in the crappy part of town, or that he had nothing to his name. Aside from the truck he owned, and the job at the local garage that allowed him to buy what he needed, Rory had nothing. He worked for everything he had, and even if he was only eighteen, he knew what it meant to work hard in order to earn his keep.
Lifting just enough that he broke the kiss and could stare down at her, Rory knew he was one lucky son of a bitch. His heart tightened as he stared at Lena’s face, knowing she was the only person who could bring him to his knees. He’d seriously beat someone if they messed with her and kill anyone who hurt her.
She was the only good thing in his life, and ever since that first day freshman year when she’d run into him at school, they’d been inseparable. But there were things, plans he’d wanted to talk to her about. They weren’t set in stone, but he’d been thinking about them, knowing what he wanted to do, what he would eventually do, would probably drive a wedge between them.
The way she stared up at him with those big blue eyes of hers could bring his world down with no effort.
“Do you know how much I love you?” He cupped the side of her face, bracing his weight on one arm.
She smiled up at him. “Probably as much as I love you.”
His heart beat painfully. “I want so much for us, Lena.”
“Me, too.” She rose up and kissed him. “I want us to be together forever, Rory.”
“We will, Lena.”
They’d talked about college, and although he’d applied to the same ones she had, he hadn’t gotten in, not with his mediocre grades. That was also something he had to talk to her about. Maybe it was the home life he’d led that taught him working for what he wanted was where his life was headed. He saw himself with Lena forever, too, but the fact remained he hadn’t told her about the rejection letters from the colleges he’d received or the alternative path he’d decided to take.
He should have told her now, before things got crazy, and he knew they would after he told her his plans, but they were for the best. He just wanted to be with her, to show her how much he loved her in a physical way.
Her brown hair was a sexy mess around her head, and he leaned in and buried his nose in the strands, inhaling deeply.
“You smell so fucking good, baby.”
A gust of breath left her, and she lifted her hands and grabbed his biceps, curling her nails into his flesh.
“That first time I saw you I knew you were the only girl for me, Lena,” he whispered against her ear. Her hands tightened on him, and she lifted her hips to grind her pussy on his cock. “Baby, you keep doing that, and I won’t be able to go slow, to take my time.”
“Maybe I don’t want slow.”
He chuckled softly, but it was strained from his arousal. “You may not want slow, but I do, baby, especially for our first time.”
Rory had never messed around on her, never even thought about it. She was it for him. Whether he believed in fate or soul mates didn’t matter because what he felt for Lena, the amount of emotion he had for her, was something that went far beyond being in love.
“I want what you want, Rory.” She still cupped his cheek and searched his face with her gaze, her eyes moving back and forth. “I trust you. You’re the only person I trust with everything in me.” And then she reached between their bodies, gripped him through his jeans, and gave his cock a squeeze. “I want you,” she whispered and squeezed his dick again, rubbing her palm up and down the length. “I want this inside me.”
“Oh. Fuck,” he groaned and rested his forehead on hers. When she kept rubbing him, moving her hand up and down, faster and adding more pressure, he couldn’t hold his eyes open any longer. He heard her swallow, saw her throat move up and down from the act, and knew she was right here with him. She was just as in this moment as he was.
When she moved her hand up and down his length again and made this soft moan, he nearly lost it right then. His cock throbbed with the need to feel her bare skin on him, and he cursed at the clothing separating them.
“God, Rory.” She licked her lips and stared at him with wide eyes. “You’re so hard.”
“I’m hard for you, baby. I’m only ever hard for you.”
