I followed slowly after her, my steps careful and quiet as if approaching a sacred temple. I slid through the parted door and found Abbi standing completely naked at the base of her bed. She was staring at me in the moonlight that crept through the cracks in her blinds. I drank in the sight of her long limbs, the gentle curve of her hips, the goosebumps that covered the rose petal skin of her breasts.
One thing was certain: I never stood a chance against Abbi Miller. I never stood a fucking chance.
I pushed down my boxer briefs and bit back a groan at the relief in my cock when it sprang free.
"I'm going to fuck you," I said, descending upon Abbi like a hawk on a prairie mouse. “Hard.”
She lifted her chin. "You talk too fucking much."
I pushed Abbi to the bed and fell upon her before she could even hit the sheets, cool in the warm air. I guided my cock to her warm, wet folds and thrust inside of her. Her back arched off the bed and she clung to my back as she hissed through her teeth. I didn't give her a second to catch her breath but instead ploughed into her tight heat again, faster, harder, deeper. Abbi bit my shoulder as her thighs tightened around my hips and I groaned in pain and fucking out-of-this-world pleasure.
We were brutal to each other, there on her bed. We were two fighters in the ring determined not to hold back punches. I left marks on her and she left marks on me, red lines and soft bruises and indentations in the skin. We wanted to hurt each other and love each other and destroy one another. We wanted to win and we wanted to lose. We wanted to fuck so hard we forgot this moment, this mistake, and we wanted to fuck so hard the memory of the other could never be erased from our bodies.
Sweat shone on my brow, on Abbi's bouncing tits, on our stomachs as our muscles twitched. Our moans weaved together into a blanket that covered us, hot and heavy and all-encompassing. We were both close, both because we needed this and because our bodies moved together as if we were one.
Abbi was starting to whimper my name as she thrashed beneath me, fingers grabbing desperately at the damp sheets as she gasped. I buried myself even deeper inside of her and knew it wouldn't be long. But just as I felt Abbi tightening around me, she froze.
Her eyes, pupils still wide and hazy, shot to the door to her bedroom. Her body beneath mine drew as tight as a strung arrow.
"Did you hear that?"
All I heard was my name on her sweet lips. My breath was coming in ragged gasps as I shook my head, biceps quivering on either side of her face.
"No," I said.
But Abbi kept her wide, nervous eyes fixed on the parted door. I remained silent and after a moment or two, we heard a car locking in the parking lot downstairs. Abbi pushed me away from her and scurried off the bed when we heard footsteps on the stairs leading to her front door.
"Shit, shit, shit," she muttered, scooping a pair of sweatpants off the floor.
She darted into the living room in a panic as I stared after her, confused and startled on the bed where she had left me. She hurled our clothes into the room and slipped on a t-shirt as the footsteps drew nearer.
"Stay in here," she hissed, pleading and desperation and something I thought might be anger in her hushed voice. "Do not come outside, Michael."
Abbi didn't give me time to respond before slamming shut the door and plunging me back into darkness. Outside I heard her greet someone, her words muffled and indistinct through the woodgrain of the door.
Noiselessly I tugged up my pants and pulled on my shoes and told myself I had no right to be upset. Abbi already told me she was seeing other people, and I certainly had no exclusive hold on her. Hell, if she had a boyfriend it wouldn't even be any of my business.
But quickly the voices outside were drowned out by the rushing of blood in my ears as my anger nonetheless began to take over my emotions. I was consumed with jealousy and bitterness that she should belong to another. It was irrational, but goddammit the whole fucking night had been irrational. I'd already leapt off the cliff; I might as well enjoy the view on the way down.
I knew I was crossing a line, a big fucking line, but I suddenly couldn't stop myself. I needed to see this man who came to visit Abbi at nearly one in the morning. I needed to see what he was made of. I needed to see what he had that I didn't.
I flung open the door to Abbi's bedroom before I had the good sense to stop. I stormed out, still deaf from the rage-fuelled rushing of my blood. I was out of control, but I didn't know how to get hold of myself anymore.
"Who the fu—"
My words cut off and it was as if a mute button had been hit on the world. My steps froze halfway across the living room as my eyes fell not on a man, but a woman and a little girl. The little girl had turned to me along with Abbi and the woman and her eyes filled me with fear, confusion, despair.
They were green.
What was worse than me noticing that her eyes were green like mine was watching her notice that my eyes were green like hers.
It wasn't until my voice was to the point of shouting and quivering with every syllable that the
