I could feel her warm body shuddering as I ran my hand up toward her stomach—thank you long arms.
“But I think we both know this wasn’t any normal hook up. Because I was serious about what I said back there, about trying not to hate you and failing. I’m glad we did it. You understand why part of my heart turned black, a long time ago. But the way you moaned underneath me, the way I punished you, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. I’m going to remember that forever. Not to mention the fact that you knocked me in the face with a fucking iron not one hour before we went at it. So yeah, Natalie, it was different.”
Her lips quirked in a small smile. “I’m different.”
Her brown eyes, her lips, were hypnotic.
I had called out her craziness. But the more I thought about it, I started to wonder if *I* was the crazier one of us two. “The journals,” she said, bobbing her head in the direction of the boxes. “You read them.”
I shrugged. “Yeah. Kept wondering if there could be more clues in there about the accident.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way. Damn, you probably will. But, what do you most want to know about his death?”
I felt my insides flip, just thinking about it. The rush of emotions from that day came flooding back.
She signals for me to put my hand in hers, and I obliged. I liked being tangled up with her on the sofa. “I remember everything about the day the mine accident happened. I was in third period biology class, and the lesson was about the evolution tree. There were a few people in my second period who had mentioned something about an ‘accident in the mine’ but I figured they were just saying that to mess with me and a couple of the other kids who they knew their parents worked there.”
“Jared and Bob.”
“Yes. Jared and Bob. So in third period, we got called out of class. I was there with Louisa, Jared and Bob and a few others. Principal Norton was bawling, and we knew something was dead wrong. She broke the news to us…I just remember sitting there hearing words like ‘collapse’ and ‘death,’ thinking, there’s no way that *my* dad died, though. There must be some mistake. My dad was a big, strong man—and there’s no way he got caught.”
The last words came out groggy. I held back the tears that pooled in my eyes, remembering the accident. I was losing my ability to talk. “Sorry,” I grumbled.
“Hey,” Natalie said, with her hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay. Don’t be sorry for crying. It’s your fucking dad.”
Sadness racked through me, and I nodded. “In the weeks after, I was obsessed to find out more about what happened in the wake of the accident. I know what ultimately killed Louisa was the cold. But I often wonder if she felt the way I did back then—I stopped caring if I lived, or died.”
A tear rolled down Natalie’s cheek. “Come here.”
She opened her arms and I slid over toward her.
“I wanted answers, and we never got them. I just feel like knowing what exactly happened in the mine would give me some closure.”
Natalie wrapped me up tightly in her arms. I hugged her back. She was crying more than I was.
A chill ran through me, starting at my spine and making my entire body shiver.
We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, “When’s the last time you’ve talked about this?”
I shrugged, then pulled back from the hug. “I stopped talking about it a year or so after it happened. After I couldn’t find any answers.”
“No,” she said.
“What do you mean no?”
“We’re not done hugging.”
Natalie sat in my lap, resting her head on my shoulder. I combed my fingers through her hair, and listened to her breathing, felt her heartbeat.
“I didn’t know anything about the accident,” she finally said. “I think my mom and dad probably worked to keep me in the dark about it. But I also admit I didn’t exactly actively seek out information about Black Mountain once I got to Florida.”
A new clarity seeped into my mind. It was absolutely silly that Jared, Bob and I ever blamed Natalie for any of this. It was insane, actually. But when tragedy strikes, you need a scapegoat.
I enjoyed feeling the heat from her body pressed up against mine. She had this way of warming me up. I’d resisted this feral attraction to her from the beginning. But the truth was, every second I spent with Natalie made me feel like I was coming back to the me I used to be before the accident. She was breathing life deep into my soul in a way I’d never seen coming.
She moved her hips back and forth on me as she sat in my lap, reigniting my arousal.
“What are you doing, baby?”
Baby. That just slipped out.
“I want to make you feel good,” she moaned. The heat between her legs was palpable. I felt my cock stiffen.
“You keep that up, you know what you’re going to get, you naughty girl.”
“It’s more fun when you tell me,” she whispered against my ear.
“You sure your delicate little cunt is going to be ready for me again, already? Because I’m not going to go easy on you.”
She kept grinding. Fuck, she was hot. Years of bottled up aggression were coming out of me.
“Never go easy on me, Shane. Never. I don’t like easy.”
I’d heard enough. I kissed her once more, then helped her get her red flannel pajama pants off. I slid my sweatpants off as well.
We were both desperate to fuck and so impatient that she didn’t even get her shirt off.
Well, it was one of my old high school hockey jerseys.
I sat back on the couch and she straddled me, sinking down onto my cock and clenching all around me.
“Does that feel good?” she whispered in my ear as she began to ride me.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” I breathed. At first, I gripped the base of her neck and stared into her eyes.
She started off riding me a little tentatively at first. Then we found our rhythm together.
Pleasure coiled inside me as her hips pounded into me furiously. Then playfully. Then furiously again.
We panted together, I grabbed her hips as I buried myself in her from underneath, slapping her ass when she needed it. I lifted her up and spun her so she was kneeling in the middle of the couch, her ass facing me. Fuck me, she looked hot. I fucked her until her ass was pink from my hips smashing into her and she was screaming so hard it sounded like she was crying.
Well, she was crying, I guess. Those were her screams of pleasure.
We did it in all the angles we could on that couch. She seemed to know the position I wanted her in before I even said it. And if she didn’t, I positioned her just right.
But in spite of our versatile porno positions, this was nowhere near some physical only hookup.
No. When Natalie moaned, I could feel her soul vibrating into me.
When she came, it wasn’t on the surface. It was deep inside her. She had the tightest pussy I’d ever felt, but that wasn’t what turned me on about her.
I watched her eyes roll up in the back of her head several times. Felt how she clenched around me in pleasure, loved it when she would dig her nails into me.
Loved the hot sting of her ass on my palm.
“Yes, Shane,” she whispered, riding me again. “I love how you use my pussy like that. I love how I can feel you in control even though I’m riding you.”