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“So there’s nothing between you two?”
We’re almost chest to chest. I’ve purposefully left an inch of separation between our bodies. His body heat projects toward me like a magnet drawing me closer.
“I swear to you, there’s not.” He sticks out his pinkie finger.
I wrap my own digit around his and the panic that consumed me watching the two of them eases out of my pores. He flings our hands to the side and wraps his arms around me, dragging me against him. His lips press to mine.
Our kiss is passionate but laced with anger as our tongues duel for control. His hands run up and down my back until he unclips my bra, slides his hands down my back, and squeezes my ass until a satisfying moan slips from my lips.
Just as we’re getting started, he rips his lips from mine. “Don’t you ever try to manipulate me with your body again. You already own my heart and soul.”
I have no time to respond before his lips are back on mine with fire and fury. I clutch at his skin, trailing my nails down his back, claiming him as mine. We kiss, and Jimmy works my bra straps off my shoulders before inching back from me so the delicate fabric can slip to the floor between us. My hard nipples press into his muscular chest and a groan from deep in his throat escapes. He’s always loved the moment our chests first meet when we undress.
His hand roams between us, dipping past my panties to find me hot and wet. His groan turns to a growl. I moan as he uses his index finger to play with my nub in slow circles. The sensation is too overwhelming and my knees buckle, but Jimmy uses his strength to keep me upright.
He pushes one finger in, then two, while his thumb manipulates my clit. There’s no tenderness in his actions. His movements are raw and uncoordinated and desperate. I hold his eyes as he studies my face while manipulating my body. My muscles tense in anticipation of my orgasm, but he doesn’t relent, working me endlessly.
Just when I can’t handle any more, just when I’m shaking my head and begging him to stop, he pushes down on my clit with his thumb and I gasp, detonating like he wishes. White heat races up my spine and between my legs. I am everything and nothing all at once as I scream his name. He rips my panties down my legs, lifts me by my ass, presses my back to the wall, and pushes inside me.
“Why do you have to always push me?” he roars in my ear, driving into me.
He removes one hand from my waist and forces my chin up to make me look at him. He stills inside me, waiting for an answer.
But I don’t have one to give.
Recognition flashes in his eyes when he realizes he’s not going to get an answer from me. “Sometimes I think I hate you as much as I love you.”
His words cut deep, and a small part of me welcomes the sick sense of satisfaction when they leave his lips. If there’s hate, it will be easier for him to leave me one day.
He thrusts inside me again, over and over, with anger and desperation driving him. Jimmy fucks me as though I’m a whore who means nothing to him, rather than the girl he’s saved his entire life.
His face tucks into my neck and I grip his shoulder, my other hand clutching at the hair at the back of his head while he pounds into me. There’s no concern for my own pleasure. He’s taking what he needs, and I don’t fight him because isn’t this what I was trying to push him to do in the first place?
With a few uncoordinated movements and one final thrust, he empties himself into me. His cock jerks inside me as he rides out his climax.
Neither of us moves or says a word. Our heavy breathing is the only sound, the scent of our sex the only smell. It’s the messed-up relationship between Jimmy and me.
Once he regains his normal breathing, he pulls out of me and gently sets me on the floor. He doesn’t say a word and doesn’t look at me while he swipes a new pair of shorts out of his dresser and steps into them.
For the first time, it’s awkward after we have sex. I’m not left with the security of love and feeling cared for and wanted. I feel used and cheap and dirty. Three things I haveneverfelt in Jimmy’s presence.
Covering my breasts with one arm, I retrieve my undergarments from the floor. He waits until I’m fully dressed to speak.
“I think it’s best if you leave,” Jimmy says in a flat voice.
My blood, heavy and thick, slows in my veins.
“Okay.” I turn and leave.
“I think…”
The pain in his voice is the only reason I turn back.
He stares at me with wetness in the corners of his eyes, wearing his pain as clearly as if it were a shirt. My very transparent Jimmy, vulnerable in front of me.
“I think it’s better if you don’t come back.” He squeezes his eyes shut and runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head to himself.
Oxygen sucks from my lungs and I stagger back a step. “Wh-what?”
