He drops us back to the bed, his body covering half of mine, I assume in an effort to not crush me with his weight, but I don’t care. I like the feel of him on me. It’s comforting to know he’s still here. With the push and the pull between us, it feels good to know he’s here, when I know that ultimately I can’t keep him.
“Do you think you’ll behave tomorrow?” he asks me, his deep voice breaking the silence of the night.
“Probably not,” I answer honestly, because in the silent aftermath of our intimacy, I feel like it would be disrespectful to us both for me to prevaricate in any way. But what surprises me most is his laughter that bursts from his chest and overtakes him so thoroughly that he drops forward and touches his mouth to mine through it.
“Maybe I should fuck you slow for good measure,” he says, and I can feel his smile against my skin.
“Mmm,” I reply noncommittally. “Why Sky?”
I want to call the words back instantly. I was so swept up in the power of him that I forgot, just for a moment, that this isn’t real. I forgot I only get what King is willing to give me and nothing more. I’m not to ask, not to push. He’s made that clear enough, and yet, I couldn’t seem to help myself.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked—”
“Skylar,” he answers quietly. “It’s my name.”
“I didn’t figure you for a Skylar,” I say quietly and feel his big body shrug against mine in the dark.
“Who knows. My mom’s a nut.”
“What—” I start, but I don’t get the words out, because he presses his mouth to mine, thrusting his tongue between my lips and stealing all rational thought from my brain.
“Now it’s time to fuck you slow,” he murmurs into the night as he covers my body with his and slides in deep.
And then he fucked me slow. I called him Sky two more times, just like he asked me to.
Afterward, I fell asleep with him curled around me, holding me tight in the dark.
And when I woke up the next morning, he was gone, and the pillows on the other side of the bed were not creased, clearly having not been slept on. The only signs he was ever here, like a specter, were the ache deep in my body, just like he promised, and his cum on the sheets.
Chapter 9
Spark
This has to stop. I have to stop being so weak, so monumentally stupid. I can’t keep letting King yank me back into his bed, only to throw me away again.
It’s been three days sinceThe Damesshoot and the night in my bed that followed. I should have let things die when I realized he was gone the next morning. And then I should have stuck to my guns when I met him in the kitchen an hour later and he was back to treating me like garbage. But did I do that? No, I didn’t. Because I’m weak and so very stupid.
That night, he was back in my room, in my space. I should have told him to march his happy ass right back out. But again, I didn’t. Instead, I let him slide into my bed and welcomed him again into my body. When I woke up the next morning, he was gone.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Now, it’s like a fix. We’re addicts, and we can’t stop. King and I are awful to each other during the day, but then, in the dark where we keep our secret addictions, we can’t stay away from each other. But it has to stop. I feel awful. My heart hurts, because like the stupid human that I am, I want to be loved and cherished. King may be a god complete with a miraculous body and a cock he wields like a weapon, but he holds no affection for me. In fact, it’s clear that he hates me. I’m pretty sure he hates me more and more every day.
But at night, he shows me a sweet intimacy that I can’t deny. Like a drug, I want it; I need it like air in my lungs. But it’s not air. It’s tar and nicotine filling my lungs and slowly choking me, robbing me of the oxygen I need to breathe.
It has to stop.
“Hey, Addie,” Bobby says from behind me, startling me.
My eyes flit away from the screen, and I wonder how long I’ve been sitting here. I was supposed to be watching films of other drivers for the upcoming race, but instead, I saw nothing. “Hey, Bobby.”
“Films?” he asks as he nods to the screen.
“Yeah,” I reply, because what else am I going to say? “What are you up to?”
“We were going to get some laps in,” he says, and I realize my time slot here at our facility has come and gone and no one told me.
“Uhh… I’m sorry. I must have lost track of time.”
