“I feel like you’re angry with me.”
“I’m angry with what he did, and what they’re trying to do now, justifying it as some code of honor. It’s a code that victimizes a young girl then makes it her fault if she does anything to protect herself.”
Holding out my hand, I approach slowly. “Are you saying you think she’s guilty?”
Shaking her dark head, she wraps her arms around her waist and shivers. “I don’t want to believe it. I don't believe she’d have the strength to do something like that, but I’ve never been abused that way. I don’t know what it makes you capable of doing.”
“We can get her help. I know places she can go, places for people like her–”
“People like her?” She flashes at me. “I’m not shipping her off somewhere to be treated like a criminal. I know you don’t approve of her, but not everyone has had a privileged upbringing like you.”
Exhaling slowly, I gentle my tone. “You were as privileged as I was growing up.”
“It’s not the same. You had the power to control your world. We had none.”
“Maybe,” I nod. “Still, you can’t excuse her for what she did–if she did this. Being a victim only gets you so far. You can’t protect her from the consequences of her actions.”
“Yes I can!” Her voice rises, but it breaks as she continues. “I will protect her. I’m the only one who will.”
Her shoulders fall, and I’m there to catch her. “I’ll help you.”
“No.” She twists in my arms, and I loosen my hold. “You don’t care about her. You’re just like them trying to control us, trying to make us do what you think we should do, behave how you want us to behave.”
“I’m not like anyone.” Catching her face in my hands, I slide her silky hair off her cheeks. “I do care, and we’re going to make something better. Together.”
She hesitates, blinking up at me. Her full lips part, and she’s breathing fast, her beautiful breasts rising and falling rapidly against my chest.
A spotlight passes across the sky, illuminating the mist glistening in her eyes, and I lean forward, covering her lips with mine, sealing my promise in the language we speak best.
“Hutch…” A soft whimper escapes her throat as she turns her face, and I slide my hands up the back of her thighs, lifting her skirt as I lift her off her feet.
Her legs wrap around me, and I back her against the wall, dropping my face to consume her mouth. Her arms surround my neck, and our kisses rise and dip, tilt and dive, tongues chasing and curling together.
It’s sloppy and sensual. I suck the tip of her chin before dragging my teeth along the line of her jaw. Her hips rock against my growing erection, and she moans, pushing the jacket off my shoulders.
“Are you wet for me?” She nods quickly, and I lower her to her feet. “I want to taste you.”
Dropping to my knees, I lift her leg over my shoulder before burying my face in her bare pussy, dragging my tongue slowly up the line to her clit.
“Oh, God!” She hisses, and her knee buckles.
I brace her against the wall with my palms, spreading her open as I kiss the crease of her thigh. Moving higher, I trace kisses along her lower belly, scenting the faint rose on her skin.
Slim fingers stab into my hair as I move lower again, sliding her lace thong down to her ankles. My tongue covers her clit again and again. She whimpers as I consume her delicate ocean taste, touching her lightly with my teeth before releasing her leg and testing her core with my fingers.
She rises on her toes, bucking her hips against my face, coating my hand in her juices. “I’m coming…” She gasps, and I pull away, rising to my feet as I unfasten my jeans.
“I want your come on my cock.” Gripping her ass, I lift her again, holding her against the wall before sliding fully into her slippery depths.
She gasps a loud Oh, and I groan, holding a moment to find my balance as her hot body grips me.
I rock into her slowly gaining speed. “You’re so wet… So tight.”
Her sweet pussy massages me, and her legs flex around my waist. Dropping her head back, her entire body tenses and she breaks into loud moans and orgasmic spasms.
“That’s my girl.” I slide my palm over her forehead, pressing her head against the wall as I kiss her deeply.
She’s my favorite drug, and I can never get enough of her. We’re not like anyone else. She’s mine, and I claim her this night with my heart, with my soul, and with my cock.
Two more thrusts, and I’m gone, pulsing deep, filling her so that it spills down onto my legs. Her soft lips touch my cheek, my temple, my eyebrow. Her fingers lace in my hair, and I lift my chin to taste her mouth one more time.
Our breathing calms. She’s in my arms, and the stars light her pretty eyes.
She’s so beautiful. I can’t get enough of looking at her. Her body is made for me, and I’m aroused whenever she’s in my presence. Hell, at the very thought of her.
Resting an elbow on my shoulder, she teases the side of my hair with her finger, a little smile curling her lips. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend? Or a wife? You’re definitely old enough.”
It’s unexpected, and it makes me chuckle. I lean forward to kiss her lips. “Are you insulting me?”
“It’s just, you seem like the type to be so traditional…”
“Maybe I haven’t had time for tradition.”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe I had other things on my mind.”
“I don’t believe you.” Her eyes lift to mine, dark and tempting. “You fuck me like you can’t get enough.”
Heat sizzles in my belly, and I’m very aware of her body against mine. “You’re something I waited for a long time.”
“I like to think of you waiting for me. Jerking off for me.” She leans closer, her voice drops as her lips brush my skin. “You were the first man to make my pussy wet.”
My dick rises to life. “We should head down to your apartment now. I want to fuck you properly in a bed.”
Soft palms cup my cheeks, and she looks into my eyes. “Take me home, Hutch.”
My brow furrows, and I’m not sure I understand. “Where is home?”
Looking over my shoulder, she exhales. “I don’t know anymore.” Her eyes return to mine. “Would you take me back to Hamiltown?”
Satisfaction fills my stomach, and I kiss her soft cheek. “Yes, I will.”
23
Blake
Sunlight warms my face, and I open my eyes to the dawn streaming in through Hutch’s window. Glancing to the side, I see I’m alone in his enormous bed, but it’s okay. I stretch my arms over my head, sliding lower in the blankets as recent memories fill my mind.
Last night, we left New York, boarded a private jet and landed in Charleston less than four hours later. A short drive, watching the headlights trace his square jaw and perfectly straight nose, my fingers laced with his on the console of his truck, and we were here.
It was after two, and he carried me straight to his bed, where I curled up in his arms. He kissed me softly on my head, removed all my clothes, and we made love sweetly, gently, confidently.