She nods, her lids heavy with lust, forgetting her question about why I have a pair of her panties in my drawer.
“I need to take you hard and fast, Hattie. Is that okay?”
“Take me however you want me.”
Fuck, this is why I need to get the hell out of Seattle tomorrow.
“Crawl to the edge of the bed and spread your legs.” I back up to give her room, and she does exactly as instructed.
When I see her glistening cunt, I lean down and take a swipe, coating my tongue with her essence. Hattie moans, trying to shove her pussy in my mouth. Gripping the base, I run the head of my cock back and forth through her folds. Hattie’s breathing picks up, and she arches off the bed like a beautiful offering. Then I line myself at her entrance and slam home.
She cries out, and I shove the panties in her mouth. Her eyes open to meet my gaze, questioning, but as I pump into her, she bites down on them, moaning into the fabric.
My hands press on her inner thighs, keeping her open for me. Fucking her without a condom was a mistake because I’ll never forget this feeling and will never be able to recreate it after she’s gone.
“Fuck!” I pound into her mercilessly, and with stroke after stroke, my pleasure builds, but I don’t want to come yet. I don’t want this to end.
Bringing one hand to her clit, I thumb the swollen bud until Hattie’s head thrashes back and forth on the mattress, and she screams into the pink lace and silk as her pussy bears down on me, and she comes. Still, I don’t let up. I continue stroking her until she’s bucking off the bed, tears streaming out of her eyes, and she’s coming again.
This time, I rip the underwear from her mouth and bend down, capturing her lips. Our kiss is sloppy and desperate, and she claws at my back with her short nails.
As soon as she comes down from her orgasm, I flip her over and drive back into her. Her greedy cunt welcomes my cock, stretching around my length, and I feel the odd pulse of her orgasm squeezing me.
I take her like a rutting animal staking his claim, the slapping sound of our skin meeting filling the room. With a hand on each ass cheek, I spread her for my viewing and press my thumb against her puckered hole, not pressing it inside, but applying pressure.
She moans and drops her head to the mattress, arms splayed out over her head and gripping the sheets in tight fists.
My balls contract, and the buzzing starts at the base of my thighs. I’m not going to last much longer. With a roar, I pull all the way out of her and jerk myself as the orgasm overcomes me and I paint her ass with my cum.
I catch my breath, admiring my handiwork on her amazing ass, rubbing it all over her sweat-streaked skin, as though I want a part of me to become entwined with a part of her.
Hattie slumps forward on the bed, heaving for breath, and I study her, taking one last moment to see her like this. Becausewhen I return from my father’s, I’ll no longer be looking at her through this rose-colored lens.
37
BASTION
Iarrived at my father and Eleanor’s earlier today, and Ariana is right, something is wrong. I haven’t questioned him directly, but I’ve caught him and Eleanor sharing a few glances that lead me to believe they’re hiding something.
Hattie seemed disappointed that I was leaving, but she didn’t complain. She never complains. Sadly, no matter how many miles I’ve put between us, she’s still at the forefront of my mind.
I haven’t wanted to talk to anyone about what’s going on until now, and maybe my dad is the perfect candidate. God knows he’s run enough of his own scams over the years that he’s not going to judge me. Hell, I was a willing participant for most of them. Together we’ve conned people, lied, ripped them off, and stolen from them. He knows my past and where I came from, and he’ll understand why I’m doing what I am.
So once we’re settled on his back porch, each of us with a beer in hand, looking out over his property, I decide it’s time to fill him in—after I figure out what’s going on with him.
We’re both silent for a few minutes. Eleanor is in the house, cleaning up after dinner, and the two of us seem content to listen to the chirping insects surrounding us.
“Your sister sent you, didn’t she?”
I look over at the man who took me in when he didn’t have to. The man who’s showing his age. It’s a stark reminder of how quickly time passes. “I used to be a better grifter. Skills must be rusty.”
The corners of his lips tip up. “You’ve still got it, kid, don’t worry. But you haven’t been for a visit in a long time, then suddenly you text and tell me you’re coming the next day. Add on the fact that it just happens to be the day after Ari and I get into it on the phone because she thinks I’m hiding something?” He arches a graying eyebrow. “Don’t need a PhD to figure it out.”
I blow out a breath. “She’s just worried. As am I since I arrived. You and Eleanor do a shit job of trying to pretend nothing’s wrong.”
He shakes his head. “It’s nothing to concern yourself with.”
“Perfect, then you can fill me in.” I take a pull of my beer.
