I’m about to say something to him about it when he presses his hips all the way inside of me, and his hand comes down, his thumb brushing against my clit and my body vibrates around me.
“Fuck.” He groans out. “I love the way your pussy grips a hold of me.” His eyes coming back to me as soon as he finishes his statement.
In the bubble of our steam, we’re just two people, Tatum and Zane, no outside personas that we must adhere to, no rules, no trauma, no baggage… just us.
His other hand grips onto my hip, stilling me from trying to move as he continues to press me against the wall, each thrust methodical, but desperate.
I watch as every muscle in his body tenses and I know that it’s only moments before he’s going to be releasing, yet he continues to move circles along my clit.
“Cum for me, my little psycho.” He groans in my ear. “I want to feel you cum on my cock.” His words sending me over the edge as my body convulses around him.
Quickly he pulls out of me, sits me down, pumping his fist over himself, watching him stroking himself, turns me on once more.
His body cages me onto the wall after he coats the surrounding walls, and he attempts to catch his breath once more. When his eyes come back up to mine, they’re hidden behind his wall again as he nods, stepping away from me and positioning me back in front of him. I hear him pick up the conditioner and feel him working it into my hair.
“Rinse.” He repeats himself and I turn around, this time not arguing with him at all.
I quickly finish showering, washing myself and exiting the shower as he does the same.
I’m sitting on my bed when he comes out, the towel low around his hips, and I look up at him.
“You going to sleep?”
I can’t answer, so I just nod my head. I’m ready for today to be over, because the line which we just crossed, even though on the surface, is just the same as we’ve always done. There’s something much deeper about it.
He crawls into the bed behind me and pulls me close to him.
I don’t need to look at him to know how he’s looking at me, but I roll over anyway. His eyes are soft, just as they were in the shower.
“Stop looking at me like that.” It’s a whisper, but more of a plea.
“Like what?” he smirks back at me.
“Like you’re about to break your rules.”
He just blinks at me in response before he rolls onto his back at stares at the ceiling.
It shouldn’t surprise me when I wake up and he isn’t in bed with me. Like an idiot, I get up and go looking for him, for any trace of him.
Maybe he went to go get food this morning, but I’m stilled as I walk into the kitchen and see a set of keys on top of a piece of paper.
Don’t argue with me about this.
It’s all the note says. I’m confused as I pick up the keys and look at them, then walking towards the front door.
My mouth drops as I look out and see the sporty little BMW sitting in front of my house.
Pulling out my phone, I press his number.
“I told you not to argue with me.” He chuckles into the phone. I have to shake my head to rid the images of last night.
“Zane, this is too much.”
“It isn’t that much.” He laughs again. I start to argue, but he stops me before I can even start. “It’s settled, Tatum, the car is yours. It’s a thank you for totaling yours to save my sister.”
“That’s why I have insurance, to replace the car.”
He sighs out as if he’s irritated with the conversation. “If it makes you feel any better, you can send the insurance check when you get it.” He pauses for a moment, and I swear I can hear a girl laughing in the background. “Look, Tatum, I’ve got to go.”
