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Chapter one
"Fuck,that'smygoodgirl. Look at how well you're taking all of me."
I moan loudly, unfazed as Chuck pushes his cock into me deeper, filling me completely. His tattooed hand is linked with mine, pushing it into the bed as his hips spear into me. He slows down, making my impending orgasm halt.
"Fuck… please," I beg, wrapping my legs around his waist as I desperately try to push him in deeper.
Chuck's free hand wraps around my throat, tilting my head back into the pillow.
"You'll come when I say you can come. Don't worry though, good girls get rewards."
A growl catches in my throat, vibrating against his hand as I give him a look of defiance. This is how it is with us – he pushes, I pull. I fight back, he fights harder. Eventually, I break and get my sweet release.
"Fuck you," I mouth out, resulting in his hand tightening harder around my skin.
Chuck thrusts hard into my body, making me cry out. "Already doing that, babe."
He pushes in faster and harder, leaving me helpless as all I can do is take it. But I like it… and he fucking knows it.
A rush of air fills my lungs as he suddenly lets go of my neck, instead reaching for my clit. I follow the movement, caught between watching his hand work and his abs rolling as he slides in and out of me.
The feeling of my building climax comes back, pushing me higher again, and this time he lets me hit my sweet release. I scream as my body shakes, his mouth colliding with mine as he captures my sounds while chasing his own release. He rails me hard, my body nearly being rolled up like a pretzel at the top of the bed before he finally stills, his groans filling my ears.
"Fucking hell…" he mutters, rolling off me and reaching for our vapes. We made the switch a few weeks ago, since we didn't want Carmen to get mad at us for smoking in the house. Now, the room just smells like passion fruit and mango, and we save the cigarettes for outside.
I grab my vape from his hand, taking a long drag while reaching for the blanket. I throw it over our naked bodies, grinning at him as he pushes his hair back while staring at the roof.
It's been our routine now for the past six weeks. We fuck, we drink, we talk about how shit things are, and then repeat.
Carmen, Jasmine and Jeremy have been really welcoming, even with the surprise addition of Chuck. Neither of us have jobs yet, but between us, we have enough money to keep us going for a little longer. I'm still applying, and hopefully I'll have something soon. I had a job interview with a local bar the other day, and waiting to hear back. But if I'm being honest, I'm pretty sure I nailed it.
Chuck has gone back home a few times to see his brother, who was mad he took off, but surprisingly understanding nonetheless. Ty is about to leave the state in less than two months for work, so there's nothing holding us back from new adventures.
"Who needs a gym with all the cardio we do?" I laugh, cuddling into Chuck's side. I rest my head in the crook of his shoulder, my arm across his stomach as he pulls me close.
He takes a long drag, smiling. "You're going to be the death of me."
"But what a way to go," I respond.
In the past month and a half since we left home, not a lot has happened. Shortly after my conversation with Dean Richmond, I received the official email notifying me of my expulsion. Mom tried to call me once, before sending me a text telling me I was being ridiculous and to come home. But other than that, she hasn't tried to contact me again. I can just picture her on her ranch, enjoying life, and thinking about the regrets of her delinquent daughter. Probably wishing I wasn't so fucked up.
As for my stepbrothers, I haven't spoken with any of them. Especially not Asher. A few times I've had a blocked number try to call me, but I put it down to scam calls and ignore them. I never answer, and they never leave voicemails.
It's been nice though. That part of my life and the people in it, no longer exist to me. Though, if I'm being totally honest, it still feels like there's a hole in my chest like something is missing. I'm working hard to fight back the emotion. Avoiding emotion can't be healthy, but fuck it, it's therapeutic to me.
"We should get tacos for dinner. It's Tuesday," Chuck says, wrapping his arm around me to pull me in tighter.
"You just had taco," I answer, laughing as he grabs my exposed side in an attempt to get my ticklish skin. I love that I can just be myself around Chuck, without fearing someone is judging me or looking down on my life. We're not dating by any means; this is just a temporary solution that lets us both explode in the best ways so that we can forget about the real shit that's hurting us. And right now, I have no regrets. This is exactly what I had hoped for when I left.
Chuck rolls over, straddling me as he grins down at me. "And I'll happily have it every day of the week. Fuck limiting it to Tuesdays… I'm a hungry man," he murmurs, throwing the blanket over his head as he heads down my body for seconds.
"Please tell me you're at least coming back for my birthday," Phoebe near growls down the phone at me.
She calls me at least once a week to keep me updated on wedding plans, and hell… she gave me a mouthful when she found out I had packed up and left suddenly. She knew this was always the plan, but I did kind of bail out really quickly. After I had explained some of the minor details, especially about being kicked out of Brightmore, she calmed down and forgave me. I still haven't told her about Asher or why I was kicked out… whilst I know she loves me and would always stay by my side, I can't bring myself to risk it. I can't bare to have her think less of me or see disappointment in her eyes.
I also haven't fully told her yet that Chuck is with me. That's a lot of explaining to do which requires a ton of alcohol. Though, I'm surprised Connor hasn't heard it from Tyson.
"You know I never miss your birthday. I'll really try… I just don't know if I'm ready to come back, even if only for a day," I mumble into the phone.
