“Suck.” Although confused, she opens her mouth and accommodates my request. After she she gets enough saliva on my finger I remove my finger and slide it between her ass cheek Now that I know this is one part of her body no one has claimed, ’Im staking mine. And I'll make sure that no one ever invades her mind, body, or soul when I’m inside her again.
Her eyes sharpen, and she goes stagnant. “Nick.”
I repeat what I told her earlier. “Trust me.” When I reach the entrance, I lightly circle the tight hole, getting her used to the feeling, exhaling a shaky breath, she begins moving, when she finds a rhythm she likes and her eyes flutter closed I push the tip of my finger inside. Her motions pick up and I go a little deeper.
“How’s it feel, princess?”
“New, different,” she says with a tight breath.
“But in a good way.” Her face twists with pleasure. My lips rise.
“Now don’t stop riding me until you cream on my dick.” Liftingher arm around my neck she works herself up and down my cock. Each time she does I notch myself in a bit more until I'm as far as I can go. Her breathing becomes ragged, and her body curves over mine.
“I’m going to cum.”
Fuck ya. She looks so damn beautiful when she comes too. Her mouth parts in the shape of an O, and her brows furrow like she’s in deep concentration before a loud moan erupts from her, and she clamps down, gripping me like a vise as her juices drip down my ball sack.
Still riding out her orgasm, she says through a ragged breath. “You didn’t cum.”
I was too busy focusing on her to care about my own needs. “It’s all about you tonight, princess,” I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
I can’t remember the last time I didn't care about not cuming with a girl. Her teeth graze my earlobe.
“I gotchu soldier.” Her juices continue to drip down my balls as she begins riding me fast and furious, like she’s on a mission to drain every ounce of jizz from me.
“God damn. Heat spreads throughout my skin, and my head falls back as the sound of our skin slapping against each other fills the night sky. My cocks pulsate and my abs clench. Mel clasps the back of my head and fuses our lips together, giving me what I need. Gripping her hair, I slip my tongue inside her mouth. Kissing her with such venom, her breath catches, and her heart beats against my chest like a drum, and then she’s kissing me back with just as much intensity. Groaning into her mouth I cum inside her, expelling a little sigh, Mel slumps against me.
“That was much better than getting drunk.” She says with a hint of playfulness.
A low chuckle rumbles from my chest. “We should have no problem falling asleep tonight.”
Sleep? Sleep was the last thing on my mind right now, but I knew she needed it. It’s been a long day for her.
Those long eyelashes flicker against my skin. “Um, Nick.”
“Ya?” I said, all dazed and confused. “Your finger is still in my ass.”
A low grin stretches my mouth. And that’s when it hits me. She trusts me with her body now, but what about her heart?
39
MELANIE
Even though I’d just been wrapped in Nick's mind, body, and soul, I was silent on the drive home. A thick, aching silence stretched between us like a thread pulled too tight. I felt like I was splintering down the middle, torn between wanting my mom to disappear and wanting to be back in Nick’s arms, tucked away in the illusion of safety his house offered. The truth sat like a stone in my gut—I had no idea where her head was at. No idea what version of her would be waiting when we got back. Pretending nothing happened felt easier than confronting the wreckage.
But God, I was so fucking tired. Nick had unraveled me completely—left me trembling and spent in the best way. Now, everything inside me was a dull throb. I just wanted peace. Quiet. A break from the chaos.
When we pulled into the driveway and I saw her car still there, relief slammed into me with a cold rush. At least she hadn’t driven drunk. But if she was hammered, that meant Loco had probably been cooped up the whole time—unfed, ignored, forgotten like always.
Nick hadn’t even fully stopped the car before I yanked myseatbelt off and bolted inside, dread crawling up my spine like icy fingers.
She was awake.
And Loco was curled in her lap.
She looked like hell. Eyes swollen and raw, her mascara a smudged wreck beneath them, like cracked paint on broken porcelain. Her hair was a matted mess of blonde tangles, and the way she stared at her phone—blank and heavy—made something inside me twist. She looked like she was coming down from something. Or drowning in it.
She didn’t even flinch when I walked in. Just kept petting Loco with slow, shaky hands. A picture of too-late tenderness. I stood frozen. This scene wasn’t new. It was burned into me from childhood—this version of her. But it still cut.
