She responded like she always did, as if I was her last meal and she was starving. Her hands moved straight under my T-shirt, her fingers running over my stomach and then my chest.
I lost the T, pulling my mouth from hers long enough to get the damn thing off. Then I kissed the delicate skin of her neck, sucking softly, knowing I’d leave a little mark there. She fell onto her back, her legs parting for me to fit between them.
“It was only a few hours since we were last doing this.” Her words were soft. “How does it keep getting better?”
I didn’t want to think about the answer to that. “Practice.” It was lame, but the truth of a sort. I trailed my lips along her collar bone, undoing the buttons on that dress, and kissed my way down there, sucking her nipples through a lace bra that was far too pretty to be ignored.
I felt her challenge for control, reaching for my cock through my jeans and undoing my belt.
“This feels dirty.”
I laughed against her skin. “Why?”
“Sneaking away for a quickie. Everyone will know.”
“Does it matter?” I finished opening her dress, my hand sliding into her underwear. She was wet, probably a combination of being turned on and what I’d left in her earlier. The knowledge of that made me even harder.
“No. I don’t think anything does anymore. Not this summer. Maybe not even before that.”
I pulled off her underwear and sank deep into her heat. For all the prim and properness that she gave off, she was something different when she was in private and like this.
Her fingernails dug into my back, hard enough to leave marks afterwards, and not ones I’d shy away from showing. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she angled her hips so I was filling her completely. My mind started to fragment, the shit with my uncle and Ash no longer a factor, it was just me and her in this room, and the rest of the world didn’t exist.
I felt her orgasm start, the pulses of her cunt her tell that she was about to tip over that edge, so I slowed my pace, watching her expression as she came closer and closer to that little death, the end that we chased so much.
She came hard, her body jerking between me and the mattress, cuss words and my name on her lips. I silenced her with a kiss, holding in what I wanted to shout as I came inside her, filling her up with my seed and feeling that tug that I thought had been cut from me when Leila was killed.
I caged myself around her body, holding myself up over her, watching her face as I tried to regain control over my breath. Her blonde hair sprawled over the sheets, her skin flushed from sex. She was probably the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and she couldn’t be mine. I’d lost one person before because of my family – I didn’t want to risk that pain again.
“What are you thinking?” She moved a hand to my face and brushed a strand of hair away.
“How beautiful you are.”
She laughed. “I’m not.”
“You are to me.”
“I wish it was more than this summer.” She ran a finger over my lips. “I wish we had longer.”
“Don’t wish for things you can’t have. Just be glad of what we’ve enjoyed. And I’ve told you before,” I pulled myself off her, finding my jeans on the floor. “I’m not the type of man you settle down with. I’m that man you remember having a good summer of fucking with when you’re married to someone boring and impotent.”
She laughed loudly. “I won’t marry someone like that.”
“Who will you marry then?” I hated the guy already.
“Someone like you. Someone who makes me feel alive.”
I paused, rested my hand against the wall. “You don’t want a man like me. I’m just a fucking bartender, Cherry Lady. You’re going places a person like me doesn’t get to see, you need someone who can wear a suit and smile while he’s in it. Not a man with tats and a family full of criminals.”
She sat up, fastening her bra. “You don’t get to tell me what I want, Tommy. We agreed this was only for the summer, but what I’ve felt – I want more of. And if that can’t be with you because you don’t feel the same, I’ll find it elsewhere.”
I didn’t say anything, just watched her get dressed, the marks I’d left on her neck a tell of exactly what we’d been doing.
“Will I see you later?”
“Maybe.” She picked up her purse. “I’ll have to see if I’m in the mood for a fuck or not.” She left the room.
I didn’t follow, not this time. Mainly because my heart was too heavy, and I was starting to wonder exactly what life I was living.
