Color fills her cheeks like she’s ashamed, and she should be. She basically just admitted to lying.
I’ll hate myself later, but I shove my dick all the way inside of her raw, burying as deep as I can go so she’s completely pinned. “Fuck, Alaina. You feel even better this way.”
Her toes scrape the ground as one hand comes back to grip my hip and the other flattens against the wall. “Bash... you’re not wearing a condom.”
“You don’t want to feel me raw?”
Don’t pretend you don’t want my cum. I bet you’re ovulating right now, and that’s why you broke in here to be fucked.
“I— oh, God,” she moans, eyelids fluttering as I speed up and the trailer shakes. “Bash!”
Her cunt spasms, squeezing the fuck out of me. For a girl who didn’t want this, it took her less than two minutes to come.
“That’s right. If you’re going to use me, fucking use me,” I growl, my hand clamping over her mouth so I don’t have to hear her deny what we both know is happening.
I lose myself in the moment a little. She feels so damn good I never want it to end, but it’s been so long since I fucked without a condom I find myself teetering the edge not five minutes after her first one. She’s come at least three times for me, and every time she did, I swear her cunt was doing all it could to milk the cum from my balls. “Fuck it, you can have it. I’m gonna come inside you,” I warn her, then pin our bodies together so I can pump her pussy full.
Alaina pants behind my hand as her body tenses, but she takes it all.
Every last drop.
My head falls to her shoulder in shame, because that was the best nut of my life, and it was the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever done. What the hell was I thinking?
I pull out quickly and spin her around to see her face, a perfect mix of shock andunease. “Do you feel better?” she asks shakily, but a little sharply. “Can we talk now?”
“Nah. You got what you wanted, didn’t you? You can go now.”
Being cold to her feels wrong, further proving I let her too far under my skin. No dodging bullets here, I let her tear straight through me.
“Bash, wait. Please.”
Desperation fills her voice, but I don’t even look at her. I can’t... until she sniffles.
Glancing up, I see tears filling her eyes and catch one of them fall down her cheek.
I stare at the drop on my thumb before watching the next one slide down her face, avoiding her gaze a second longer before I meet it. “That’s what I thought. Beautiful.”
I turn away and yank open the door for her to leave, and it’s a mark of how determined she is when she doesn’t immediately run out.
“All I wanted to say was thank you,” she says softly. “You saved my life back then and I don’t think I’d be alive today if it wasn’t for you. Believe me or don’t, I don’t care. That’s all I really wanted anyway.”
She storms off, and I half-heartedly reach out to grab her. She slips through my fingers and runs away, her dark hair swinging behind her with each step she takes away from me. This might be the last time I ever see her, and I need to remember that’s a good thing. She can’t use me anymore.
After I hide her underwear under my pillow, I break my lamp by slamming it against the wall, then I grab both of those Xanax and wash them down with enough alcohol to make me forget everything that just happened.
I just wish it worked.
Chapter Eleven:
Shame On Me
Alaina
There’s hardly anything left of the walls I’ve built now, but this time it’s my fault. I handled this wrong from the very beginning, and I let the rot inside of me take over. I knew better. Yes, he’s outlandishly beautiful. Yes, he’s beyond seductive and incredibly forward. But I was the one who knew the truth, not him. I should’ve insisted we talk first, should’ve demanded that he listen to my words and not my body.
Thisone’s on me.
“You’re not going,” Brooke says for the tenth time. “Why are you still getting dressed?”
