June almost falls off her chair. “What the actual fuck?”
“I know.” I take another bite of my wrap. “I can’t believe I was so complacent. That I accepted it and didn’t demand more.” I take a sip of my coffee. “Vander has really opened my eyes. I totally settled with Curtis, in all aspects of our lives together. Why did I do that?”
Sympathy splays across her face. “You were young when you met, and then you were busy with the kids and your career. You put your own needs on the back burner. You’re only realizing it now because you’ve had no choice but to confront it.”
“I feel like I’ve been wasting my life. Not my kids, obviously. They’re my world. But why didn’t I divorce Curtis years ago? Even before his first affair came to light?” I shake my head. “I’m annoyed at myself for letting myself be treated like this for years. For fooling myself into thinking I had a happy marriage and a loving partner.” I tear off a big lump of my wrap, chewing slowly as June waits for me to continue. “Vander is only eighteen,” I whisper. “We have only just begun, and already he’s making me feel cherished and adored in a way Curtis never did. I’ve been so stupid.”
“You’re doing something about it now, and you are exactly where you should be in life. Don’t look back and regret what’s come before because you might not have found Vander if things had panned out differently. I think that’s the only way you can look at it.”
It’s so simple when she puts it like that. “You’re right, and it’s not like I can change my past, so dwelling on it will get me nowhere.”
The door swings open as I search through my bag for my keys. Vander pulls me into his apartment and pushes me up against the wall. His lips crash down on mine in a demanding kiss, and my bag drops to the floor as I encircle my arms around his neck and drive my fingers into his hair. I love how much he wants me and how he’s not afraid to show it. This is all so new, but I am loving it, and I can’t get enough of him either. Our kissing quickly escalates, turning frenzied as we grope each other through our clothes, desperate for one another.
I don’t protest when he shoves my skirt up to my hips, pushes my panties aside, and plunges two fingers inside me. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet,” he mumbles against my neck as his lips glide over my overheated skin. “Are you sore?” he inquires, tenderly pumping his digits in and out of me.
“No,” I semi-lie. “I want you, and you don’t need to be gentle.”
“Thank fuck.” Using his free hand, he shoves his sweatpants down his thighs, and his cock springs out, long, thick, hard, and all mine for the taking.
Licking my lips, I swipe my thumb across the precum beading the crown of his dick while smiling. “Going commando?”
“It’s my new thing,” he confirms, adding a third digit and roughly thrusting his fingers inside me while his thumb rubs circles on my clit. “Our time is precious. I want to be ready to take advantage of every opportunity.” He winks, and I’d laugh, only he chooses that moment to press down hard on my clit and my legs turn to Jell-O. I already feel my climax building, and I’m amazed at how quickly he gets me there. “We don’t have much time,” he says, removing his fingers and lifting my leg. He fastens it around his hip. “This will be hard and fast, baby, so hold on tight.”
I shriek as he slides an arm around my back and coaxes my other leg up until I’m wrapped around him and he’s holding me up. With skill, he guides his cock to my entrance and pushes inside me. A guttural moan trickles from my mouth as he fucks me, hard and fast—as promised—against the wall. I cling to him, kissing him repeatedly as he thrusts into me while holding me up between him and the wall like I weigh nothing. His fingers move down between our bodies, and he resumes playing with my clit as he speeds up, pivoting his hips and drilling into me while I hold on for dear life.
We come within seconds of each other, and I can hardly feel my legs as he slowly lowers them to the ground. I hold on to him because I don’t trust myself to remain standing if he lets go. His lips move softly against mine, and I’m so gone for him. He already means so much to me. “I could get used to that greeting,” I quip, sweeping my fingers over his gorgeous face.
“Good.” He kisses the end of my nose. “Because there’s plenty more where that came from.” He bundles me into a hug, holding me tight. “I can’t stop thinking about you or reliving last weekend. My bed feels empty waking up without you in it.”
“I know the feeling.” I rest my cheek on his shoulder and savor the feeling of being in his arms. “I have never had this before, Vander,” I admit, playing with the ends of his hair. “I imagine this is what it feels like to be high.”
“I’m your drug.” He lifts his head, and even if I didn’t see his massive grin, I hear it in his tone. “And you’re most definitely mine.” He rubs his nose against mine, and I melt. How is someone young so romantic yet sexy and hot at the same time? It’s not like he had any role model to live up to. It’s clearly intrinsic. Born of years and years of loving me in the past. The more we are together, the more I truly believe that because it feels so natural being with him like this.
“Drugs aren’t healthy,” I remind him.
“Not all drugs are bad,” he whispers, suctioning his lips to my neck. “Some are life-sustaining.”
There he goes being all perfect again. “That they are.” I dust kisses all over his handsome face before gently pushing him away. “I told Stella I’d be home by eight.” I hate we don’t get many opportunities to be together, but he doesn’t complain.
Taking my hand, he lifts it to his lips before planting a kiss on my palm. “Okay.” He pulls up his sweats and lowers my skirt over my hips. “Get changed, and we’ll head downstairs together.”
“Everyone is staring,” I murmur, sticking close to Vander’s side as we walk through the boxing club, heading toward the area at the back with the mats.
“Ignore them.” He shoves his middle finger up at a guy who is blatantly checking out my ass. “They’re all nosy bastards.”
“What do they think this is?” I whisper.
“Exactly what it is. I’m teaching my buddy’s mom self-defense because she’s recently separated, hot as fuck, and she needs to learn how to defend herself from assholes and perverts.”
I roll my eyes and crick my neck from side to side to loosen some of the tension. Vander drops my bag on the ground, beside the mats, as Jimmy approaches.
“Kendall.” He gives me a quick hug. “It’s good to see you.”
“You too, Jimmy. Thanks for letting us do this here.”
“Not a problem. In fact, I was wondering if we shouldn’t maybe make this a regular thing. Invite other women to sign up.”
“That’s a freaking awesome idea,” Crusher says, lifting me up as he wraps me in a hug. “How’s it hanging, Ken?”
Vander yanks me out of his arms and glares at his buddy. “Stop manhandling her.”