“Fuck, love, are you…close?”
“Yes,” she cries just as she squeezes around me.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan. “Again.”
So she squeezes just as I enter her and it’s the most euphoric feeling I’ve ever experienced, sending me on a goddamn high as I lose all sense of what I’m doing and where I am. I just chase the feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around me.
I thrust and thrust…and fucking thrust until she yells my name and she starts contracting around my cock, coming all over me.
Everything in me tightens, my stomach drops, and with one last thrust, I still as I bust inside her with such force that my legs shake beneath me.
“Fuck!” I yell, my hand landing on the wall to prop us up as I hold her with the other. “Fucking…hell,” I say softer as I float down from the high.
It takes me a few moments to gather myself, but when my breath feels steadier and I don’t feel like I’m going to pass out, I look her in the eyes. Her beautiful, understanding eyes.
“Be mad at me, hate me, but don’t let me go,” I whisper.
Her hands grip my cheeks, and she says, “I don’t hate you. I don’t even think I’m mad at you. I just…I just want you.”
“You have me. I’m not fucking around, Renley. You can have me for as long as you like. I’m not going anywhere.” I kiss her softly and she reciprocates, letting us both get lost in the moment.
Chapter Forty-Four
THEO
Theo:Rupert, where are you?
The house is empty, quiet, the broken table still on the kitchen floor. There doesn’t seem to be any evidence that Rupert has even returned since this morning, and now I’m starting to worry because I don’t recall there ever being a time where Rupert and I fought, so why now?
Have I missed something?
He’s never been one to talk about feelings, we’ve always just fucked around, but now I’m starting to think that I’ve been missing signs. This summer really has been all about me. Should I have been paying closer attention to Rupert?
And what the hell did he mean when he said “last hurrah”? Is he going somewhere? Does he think I’m not returning to the U.K.? I mean…I might not be. Is that what he’s talking about?
I take a seat on the couch and glance at my phone screen, seeing that he hasn’t even read the text message.
What if he went back home and didn’t tell me?
I hop up from the couch and take the stairs two at a time, going straight to his room, where I open the door and find his bed made, nothing on the bedside table, and not a trace of him anywhere.
Panic erupts in my chest as I fling open the closet, where I find his clothes still hung, but his leather duffel bag is missing.
I head toward the bathroom, where I find his toothbrush missing as well as his other toiletries.
Is he over at Renley’s house?
I fly down the stairs, head outside, and cross the yard to Renley’s, taking the porch steps two at a time.
We just parted ways after locking up the candy store, so she’s probably going to be surprised to see me…and hopefully not mad, since we have an agreement to keep this quiet.
The door unlocks and then opens, Renley’s confused expression greeting me.
Whispering, she asks, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m looking for Rupert, is he here?”
Her brow knits together as she shakes her head. “Not that I know of.”
