I cover his head with the black bag, then drop the headphones, water bottles, and rag into a bag in my trunk, then slam it closed, making Jensen jump.
“But...” I emphasize, opening the driver’s side door, “...if you look at Hailey again, if you go anywhere near her, I’ll drag you back here, loop this song and won’t stop throwing my fists until you stop breathing.”
31
Carter
Hailey cries out, her body a drawn string beneath me. She’s stiff, wound up tight, those gorgeous blues hidden behind tightly shut eyelids and quivering eyelashes. Her nails gouge into my neck so hard she’s not far off breaking the skin.
She’s projecting.
Projecting herpain.
“No,” I hiss, refusing to let the thought sink.
But it does, filling every crevice like cement as it locks me in place. I hold perfectly still, buried deep inside her, reading the pain and shock contorting her features.
“Fuck! Are you a—” The word dies on my tongue. It’s abstract. Impossible. “Look at me.” I cup her cheeks, my thumbs swiping under her eyes. “Breathe through it. Breathe, pretty girl. In and out.”
She doesn’t.
Her nails sink deeper into my skin, so hard it hurts but I barely register the pain, my mind in chaos mode, repeating one thought: she’s a virgin.
Wasa virgin.
And I just ripped that from her without a care.
“Tell me it’s my size. Say I’m too fucking big,” I mutter, clinging to the idea, even though I know better than that. “Fuck, Hailey... why didn’t you tell me?” I smooth my fingers over her hair. “You should’ve told me you never had sex.”
“I. Didn’t.Know,” she whispers, punctuating her words with steady exhales. “I thought I had. I’m sorry.”
Didn’t know?How?
She doesn’t remember...
But she was so courageous. So pliant, ready, willing, and seemingly experienced last night. She was with Alex, for God’s sake. She rode me. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Donotapologize,” I grit out, my fingers tangling the silk of her hair. “Breathe, Hailey.”
She ejects all air from her lungs, blinking those pretty blues open to stare up at me. “I’m fine, just... go slow, okay?”
I brace, inhaling a deep breath, then rip the Band-Aid, pulling my hips back. Crimson glistens on my cock and her pussy, stealing my attention.
“You’re bleeding,” I say.
Something feral roars to life inside my head chantingmine, mine, mineonrepeat like a broken record. The feeling knocks the breath out of my chest, decompressing my lungs. It seizes my stiff muscles further, waking something thirsty and eager.
The need to watch myself sink into her again, watch her take me knowing I’m the first man to have her... it’s so fucking potent I can taste it. I don’t give a shit whether she had sex before. Ididn’tgive a shit. Virginity doesn’t matter, but Iamher first.
“How bad does it hurt, Hailey?”
She doesn’t answer, those big blues filling with tears she desperately tries to blink away.
“Shh... it’s okay. We’re done. We’re not doing this.” I kiss her forehead, cradling her face with both hands. “It’ll pass.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her eyelashes wet. “I didn’t know, I thought... I thought...” She inhales sharply, pushing both hands against my chest. “I need to go.”
“Go?” I don’t budge, even when she puts all her strength into shaking me off. “Go where, Hailey? You’re not leaving. You’re staying here.”
