Mom, Angela, and Dad in that order.
“After he left, I called my mom crying. My parents and sister came home to find me an absolute mess. There was a lot of shouting. I was just sure Beau would go to jail for what he did.” I straddle Rhett’s lap, needing to feel closer to him. He’s a man who actually makes me feel safe. His hands find my hips and he grips tightly. “Guess what? He didn’t.”
“What happened?” Rhett growls.
“Since I refused to go have a rape kit done, because I was terrified it ‘didn’t count since I never actually told him no’, my parents said we didn’t have much to work with.”
“So, he got away with it?” Rhett’s nostrils flare again. “I want to fucking kill him.”
I swallow hard and stroke my fingers through his hair, loving that it’s growing out slightly and the curls can be seen. “Dad still confronted him. Beau said it was consensual, but because of my age and how the law would see it, he could pay for our discretion, and he’d never speak to me again. My father thought that was a reasonable offer.”
“They took the money?” Rhett asks, disgusted. “He deserves to rot in prison.” Then, his features darken. “If your dad accepted money for your bullshit silence, why were you dining and dashing?”
Money that should have been mine was never routed to me. Dad kept it in an account until I was “mature enough” to handle it. I started spiraling after that, especially when Angela would get her jabs in about men wanting a virgin.
“He won’t give it to me,” I admit, chin quivering. “But I don’t want his hush money. They can have it.”
Rhett scowls as if this answer angers him, but it’s the truth. I don’t want anything that belonged to Beau. That man was a monster who preyed on a naïve teen girl.
“You were my first…” And only.
“First what?” he asks, voice low.
“Lover.” I brush my nose against his and shiver. “That man didn’t count.”
Rhett’s hands slide to my ass and he squeezes. “No, it didn’t count. I wish I knew, though. I could have made it better.”
He’s hard beneath me and I grind against his cock, unable to help myself. Every day I want him so badly. His hiss of pleasure sends a zing of excitement through me.
“It was good,” I assure him, lips ghosting over his. “I wanted every single moment of that between us.”
“I didn’t make you come,” he argues.
I want to kiss him, but I can’t be the one always making moves around here. The whore label my sister gave me will only ring true and I can’t allow that to happen. Rhett doesn’t kiss me, but he breathes heavily against my throat and jaw, mouth open and wet. His palms knead my ass cheeks, and he uses my body to stroke his. Each time I grind over his cock, my pussy throbs with pleasure.
Neither of us speak. We pant loudly as we climb higher and higher on the mountain of ecstasy. When I reach the very tippy top, I cry out his name. And then I crash, my entire body trembling wildly. A sexy groan escapes him, and I can feel his cock pulsating beneath me.
“Fuck,” Rhett murmurs, wet lips dragging over my neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I’ll say it for you,” I whisper, tears filling my eyes. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
He doesn’t agree or disagree. The silence is the answer.
“I need to go home,” he says, voice gritty. “I’m sorry, honey.”
“Me too.”
His lips press to my neck in the softest, sweetest kiss, and then he leaves me.
My heart breaks. Again.
I stupidly keep giving it to him.
Chapter 9
Rhett
“Are you going to propose this weekend?” Angela asks, smile bright and blinding. “Just asking if I should get my nails done early.”
