“Fuck, Bette.”
I couldn’t respond.
He’d stolen my breath and taken all my words. I saw stars, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet. I wondered if sex could feel like this with just anyone or if it was because I’d given myself to Jamie that made it so special. And at the same time hot and dirty.
“You’re squeezing my cock, baby. Are you coming already?” He muffled my whimper when he kissed my lips. “Greedy pussy.”
Grabbing the back of my thigh, he opened me up. The sound of our heavy breathing and him pushing inside of me over and over quickly filled the room.
He’d gotten me so fucking wet for him.
The bed rocked underneath us, and when he sped up, I was grateful that he didn’t have a headboard. My breasts swayed as he pounded me, and the moment he wrapped his lips around my nipple, I was coming a second time.
He hurriedly covered my mouth with my hand before whispering in my ear. “Quiet, baby. My mom is sleeping down the hall.”
My eyes bugged out of my head. Mrs. Buchanan was here? I started to ask why, but then I remembered… we were graduating tomorrow.
Jamie’s moans became more desperate as he took what he wanted and gave twice in return. He’d made me come three times when he hadn’t even come once yet. And then that was when I remembered… Oh, God.
“Jamie?”
“Hmm?”
“A-a-are you wearing a condom?” I was pretty certain I hadn’t seen him put one on. Maybe that was why this felt so damn good? Because it was raw and unbound?
He stilled, giving me my answer, but then a beat later, he was riding me again. With a groan, he buried himself even deeper than he had before. “It’s fine, baby. I’ll pull out.”
Alarm bells were ringing in my head, telling me not to fall for it. “No, Jamie.” I pressed a hand to his chest. “You have to put a condom on now.”
“You feel so fucking good.” He groaned as he pressed his lips to my neck. “Just one more minute.” He hit a spot deep inside of me, and I knew I’d die if he stopped.
“You promise?”
“Mm.”
I had no idea what that meant, but then he was kissing me deeply, and I wrapped the thigh he wasn’t holding around his waist. My heel dug into his ass, feeling it flex as he pushed and shoved inside of me. Foolishly, I began to wonder what it would be like to feel his hot cum filling me up… just once.
Knowing it was beyond stupid to risk, I counted to sixty.
“Jamie, it’s been a minute now.”
He didn’t respond at first. A moment later, he was rising to his knees, his hands gripping my ass as he lifted me into his defiant thrusts. “Did you count it Mississippi?” He pinned me with his gaze as he fucked me harder. “Did you, Bette?”
Oh, fuck.
“You promised.”
It was the only response I could give, knowing he had no intention of pulling out. He felt too good for me to stop him.
“Actually, I didn’t.” Biting his delectable lip, he closed his eyes as he threw his head back. Seeing the sweat glistening on his muscled chest, and watching his sculpted abs bunch as he worked his cock in and out of me made it impossible to look away. And even though I hated him at that moment, my pussy tightened around him as I came a fourth time.
I told myself it would be fine—that I’d make him wear a condom next time.
God, how stupid was I?
Not even a full minute later, Jamie was coming, and with a hoarse cry, he’d spilled it all inside of me.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
I was lying in the curve of Jamie’s body, feeling his cum seeping out of me and coating my thigh. As if I didn’t have enough problems, I now had to add “skipping town with Jamie’s baby inside of me” to my list of worries.
Maybe he thought I was on birth control.
Or maybe he knew that you weren’t.
But that would be ludicrous, right? Jamie would be turning nineteen next month. What nineteen-year-old wanted babies?
The moment I heard his light snores, I carefully freed myself from his arms, wincing at the soreness between my thighs. I found my phone lying among his dirty laundry, so I picked it up and headed to the bathroom.
A few minutes later, I was on the toilet, googling the effectiveness of Plan B when Jamie barged in. Startled, I dropped my phone, and when I went to pick it up, he somehow beat me to it. I watched him read the health article I had pulled up and had trouble meeting his gaze after he tossed my phone on the bathroom sink.
Wordlessly, he turned away to put on the shower, leaving me to wonder if he was upset. I wouldn’t give a shit if he was or not, just as he didn’t care when I asked him to pull out.
It was a lesson I’d only need to learn once.
No glove, no love.
After cleaning up, I tried to leave to give him privacy, but he pulled me into the glass enclosure with him. For a long while, we stared into each other’s eyes as we stood under the spray, letting the warm water rain down over us. I need to get home.
I told him so, and his response was to push me against the tile and kiss me deeply. I guess that meant I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He confirmed it when he spoke.
“Tell me everything, Barbette. Tell me right fucking now because I’m not letting you marry someone else.”
“It’s not exactly up to me,” I reminded him. Well, that wasn’t true. It should have been up to me, but my father was a terrible man with ancient beliefs.
“I’ll talk to your father,” Jamie absently announced. He must have forgotten that they hated each other’s guts. His gaze became unfocused, and I could tell his mind was running a million miles an hour.
“And say what?”
Finally, his focus cleared. “I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Grabbing his loofah, he poured his body wash on it, but instead of cleaning himself, he ran the soapy sponge down my neck, across my shoulders, and then my breasts. Taking a deep breath, I let him clean me. My mind was still reeling from that revelation to offer much argument.
“Please, don’t say you’re going to offer to marry me,” I said when he was done cleaning me and started washing himself.
The cold stare he gave me made me shiver despite the hot water and the steam clouding the bathroom. “Because you’d rather marry someone else. Anyone else but me?”
I want no one else but you.
Slowly, my hand reached up, and my fingers brushed his cheek. “Because somewhere out there is a girl who deserves you. I won’t let you throw that away for a girl you hate.” My voice was barely a whisper when I added, “Even if that girl is me.”
“What do you want from me?” he pushed through gritted teeth. His frustration was palpable, spurring my own as the truth I hadn’t intended to tell recklessly spilled from my lips.
“I want to be friends again.”
I didn’t expect him to scoff at that, and it was hard pretending that my feelings weren’t hurt.
“We were never friends. Right from the moment I first saw you, you were mine, and I was yours. You were just too blind and stubborn to see it.”
I had a hard time swallowing the accusation he’d just shoved down my throat. The flickering flame I once held for Ever was nothing compared to the roaring torch I still carried for Jamie. He claimed I’d been the one blind, yet he couldn’t see that my heart had been just as open. I wanted to tell him so, but I knew it wouldn’t do any good.