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Fury makes my body shake. Fuck Hansen all the way to hell. I have to work hard to keep it in check, and not let her see it. I know Valerie is using me to forget what that fucker did to her. I have no illusions here. She wouldn’t suddenly develop feelings for me. But I killed for her, fucking her into oblivion is a no-brainer.
“Where do you keep your condoms?”
“First drawer in the nightstand.”
I find a few wrappers and take one out. Valerie keeps watching me with fire in her eyes, her determination unwavering. I roll the condom down my shaft then return to my spot between her legs, grabbing her thighs. “How do you want it, kitty cat? Slow and tender or fast and hard?”
“I told you already. I like it rough. I want you to cover all my bruises with the ones you make.”
My heart skips a beat. “I’ll make sure of that, kitty cat.” I lift her hips off the mattress and, with one hard thrust, sheath myself in her.
She gasps, but I don’t stop. I understand her need to feel this pain because it’s on her own terms. It’s her choice. I pull back almost all the way, only to slam back into her again. She’s so slick that it makes it easy to increase my pace. The bed starts to make an awful noise as the headboard bangs against the wall. The possibility of getting caught by our parents adds another layer of thrill. My balls are getting tight and heavy, but I’m not coming until Valerie does. I fuck her harder while pressing my thumb against her clit.
“Fuck, Eric. That feels so good. Don’t stop.”
“Come for me, Val. I know you’re close. You’re already milking my cock so good.”
She arches her back, curling her fingers around the duvet. “Yes, I’m coming, oh fuck, I’m coming!”
I watch her unravel in front of me, and it’s a thing of beauty. Her flushed cheeks, the thin layer of perspiration across her forehead, and her delirious gaze—it’s almost enough to make me lose control.Almost. I can give her another orgasm before she destroys me too.
“I can make it even better.” I lift both her legs and hold them close together against my chest. Tendrils of desire curl around the base of my spine, giving me goose bumps. To keep from coming too soon, I clench my butt cheeks. This new angle feels so fucking good. She’s even tighter like this.
“Eric.... what are you doing to me?” she murmurs.
“What you asked me to, kitty cat. I’m branding you.”
“Dammit. You’re stretching me so good. I can’t stand it.” She begins to close her eyes, but I’m not having it.
“Eyes on me, gorgeous. See what you do to me.”
She whimpers, and then tremors run through her body. She’s coming again, but this time, she’s riding the wave quietly—or as quietly as she can. My control snaps, and I reach the point of no return. My cock throbs inside her tight pussy while the orgasm runs me over like an eighteen-wheeler truck.
I part her legs and set them down on the mattress so I can lean forward and claim her lips again. I kiss her until the shakes wreaking havoc on my body subside, and her body goes slack under mine. My breathing is completely out of whack. While I wait for my pulse to return to normal, I hide my face in the crook of her neck and take my fill of her sweet scent. I wish I could stay inside her longer, but reality comes knocking—well, my mother comes knocking.
“Valerie? Can I come in?”
I lean back and look over my shoulder, expecting my mother to walk in at any second and catch me buried deep inside Valerie.
“No. I just got out of the shower,” she answers.
“Oh, okay. Well, the sheriff called again. He wants to take your statement this morning.”
I glance at Valerie and find her looking at me as if I’m nuts. Then she mouths,Get off me.
Right. The fun is over. We’re back to the status quo. But I don’t regret giving Valerie two mind-blowing orgasms. Anything to make her forget that deep shit.
six
Valerie–ONE YEAR LATER
I’ve been back home for a week and have had to endure Theresa’s obsession with Christmas by myself. Dad is as busy as ever with his practice, and Eric has yet to show his face in Stanmore. He must be having way too much fun in New York to bother coming home. The thought is bitter.
I don’t actually know if that’s the case. Maybe he’s just avoiding me for as long as he can. I’ll never know. He shut down when I told him there wouldn’t be a repeat of our hookup. He never asked for a reason, so I took his reaction to mean he didn’t want a repeat anyway.
That hurt.
He doesn’t know that after he escaped my room using our shared bathroom, Theresa came in and told me without preamble that a relationship between Eric and me would destroy her marriage with my dad. He wouldn’t accept it. She wasn’t wrong. Dad is traditional to a fault, plus in this small town, the scandal would probably ruin his practice. As much as I think Theresa is over the top, she makes my father happy. I couldn’t ruin his happiness on the off chance Eric might like me. After that morning, my relationship with him turned ice cold and more antagonizing than ever. Hate is a great mask.
