My hungry mouth can’t help but bite her, suck at her, filling myself with her and her taste.
I consume her, until I can feel her trembling beneath me. But before she can reach climax, I pull away from her and pull her into me. I sit her on my dick again, filling her completely.
And I keep going. Without a pause. Without a breath.
I fill her with all my lies, all my bullshit, my guilt. I give her my torment, my pain, my anger.
I give her everything I’ve been holding back. Everything I’ve kept hidden, all my darkest fears.
I give her my past in exchange for her future.
I give her everything, and I take everything, unaware of what I’m actually doing. She loves me. She loves my fears, my mistakes; she loves my absence and my return.
I give her Nick O’Connor, my own personal hell, in exchange for just one corner of her paradise.
I give her everything I am, everything I have. And I pray that I’m everything she wants.
59
Nick
Iknock at my parents’ front door, as Casey complains next to me.
“I could’ve driven here.”
“This again? Why?”
“Because I always do.”
“You’re not here for physio today. You’re here with me.” I wrap my arm around her shoulders, and I feel her start to relax. “So I wanted to come and pick you up.”
“Like a couple?” She looks at me, her head tilted.
“Something like that.”
The door opens, and Evan is standing there. “Hey, guys!” He steps aside to let us in. Then turns to Casey and bursts out laughing at the sight of her T-shirt.
“Did you really have to wear that top?” I ask, through my teeth.
“Mate, come on. It’s perfect.”
“Fuck you, Evan.”
“Who’s fucking themselves?” Ryan appears from behind us. He glances at Casey’s top, then bursts out laughing, too.
“Casey, I love you. You’ve just become my favourite person in this family. After Christine, obviously.”
Casey laughs, satisfied, and follows them, as I lean against the wall, trying to let Ryan’s words slide off my back.
“What are you doing out here?” Dad comes over to meet me, his step confident. At least the physio is working.
“I’ve just got here.”
He looks at me for a few seconds, then gives me an understanding smile – the kind of smile that snaps your heart in two.
“It’ll be fine, Nick. You’ll be okay.”
“Willshebe okay?”
