She eyes me conspicuously, and I know why.
“Besides going home to your brother to f-”
She held up both hands. “Stop, please. I do not want that mental picture in my mind on the drive home. Please.”
I bite my lower lip, smiling.
“ I have enough nightmares.” She says as she walks off. Leavingme to my own dirty thoughts. Except for that one night I got drunk and regretted every second of it the next day, I’ve been sober for weeks now. But I craved one thing, that could take my mind away from this shit of a mess I’m in, so I pulled out my phone and sent him a text.
I want you to fuck me.
37
MELANIE
The second he shut the door, I was on him. No hesitation—just heat and instinct. I slammed both fists into his chest, gripping handfuls of his polo and yanking him toward me like I needed him to breathe. One hand let go, the other wrapped around his neck, dragging his mouth closer, closer. Still not enough. I wanted to crawl inside him, wipe out every fucked-up memory, drown them in something new—something that could maybe, finally, feel good.
You can do this, Melanie. You can do this.
But my body remembered. The last time I had sex in a car was with my stepdad. That memory lived under my skin like rot. It’s why I hated cars, hated being in them with men. But I wasn’t thinking anymore. I was done thinking. I needed Nick. I needed this. I had no idea if my mom was passed out drunk at home again, and I didn’t care enough to find out. I wasn’t going back there. Not tonight. Not when I’d finally heard Abigail tell me the truth about Nick. And I believed her, because why would she lie? If what she said was real, then maybe Nick could help me claw my way out of this mess. Maybe he could help me kill the poison before it killed me.
I fumbled with the buttons on his pants as he ripped open myshirt, breath hot and ragged between us. We were all hands and mouths, frantic and messy, clothes tangled and shoved aside. Every touch felt like salvation. The only time we broke apart was to gasp for air.
That’s when he said it, voice rough, eyes searching mine.
“You sure about this?”
He wasn’t asking about sex. Not really. He was asking about this car. This memory. This ghost. And only Nick would stop to ask. Only he would care enough to give me a way out. And that made me want him even more.
I nodded hard, chest heaving. “Yes, I’m positive,” I said, barely able to catch my breath. “I need you.”
And then his mouth crashed into mine. No more questions. No more air. Just fire. He cupped my face like he was afraid I’d disappear, and forced my lips open with his tongue. We weren’t kissing—we were consuming each other, like if we kept going long enough, we could finally tear all the pain away.
Deep, raw, vulnerable.
He glides his hands down my back and unclasps my bra. I flinched, breaking our kiss.
“What is it? You okay?” He says immediately, feeling my body tense.
“Y-ya. I’m okay.” I say, blinking the memories away.
“You want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Are you s-”
I shut him up by kissing him. “Nick,” I say, each word through a breathless kiss. “Fuck.”Kiss.” Me.”Kiss. “Now.”
“I need to get you wet first.” He says as he leans over the console of his truck, pushing me up against the window.
“Show me that perfect pussy, baby.”
My pants were already past my thighs, so I slipped them off and tossed them above Nick’s head. He hovers over me, smiling that sheepish grin and my clit throbbed with anticipation. I spread my long legs apart and pushed my panties to the side, giving him the view he deserved.
His eyes darkened with desire. I watched his abs clench as he stared me down, looking like he had died and gone to heaven. “God damn, princess.” He licks his lips like he’s about to devour his favorite meal.
“You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
