“Fuuuuuck,” he cries.
After a couple of seconds, he drops his head, almost startling when he finds me watching him. His eyes run the length of me before locking onto where we’re connected as he slips out of me.
“Fuck,” he barks once again, but it’s no longer filled with pleasure, just anger.
“Stay with me,” I demand.
“We can’t… I can’t…”
“Life’s too short for regrets, Spike. Now, stay with me.”
It takes him a couple of seconds to make a decision, but I can’t help feeling accomplished when he drops down onto the bed beside me.
“Hey,” I say, cupping his rough cheek in my hand. “It’s okay.”
His entire body tenses at my words.
“Stop fucking saying that. Nothing about this is okay. Look at you. Look at this,” he says, gesturing between us.
“I think that… this…” I say, scooting closer until the fronts of our bodies are connected from our stomachs down, “looks pretty good right now.”
“Damn it, Kas.”
“You worry too much.”
He shudders as my fingers begin walking over his shoulder and down his arm. When I get to his elbow, I tug until he has no choice but to wrap it around my waist.
“Tiny,” he growls. “He’s going to kill me.”
I assume he means Zach, because no one else in my life would give two shits about this right now.
“Well,” I say, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth, “then we don’t tell him.” My lips run down his jaw, and despite his pathetic excuse to put an end to this, he tilts his head up to give me access to his neck when I get there.
“That’s not how things work between us.”
“Then I’ll call him tomorrow and explain.”
His hand tightens on my waist. “No, it needs to come from me.”
“Fine. Whatever. You’re not planning on doing it right this second though, are you?”
Slipping my hand down between us, I find his already hard length and wrap my fingers around it.
“N-no. Not right now.”
“Good, because I have other ideas.”
12
Spike
My chest heaves with my exertion as I fall back down on the bed, my muscles lax and my entire body exhausted. It’s been a while since I’ve been worked over quite so well. I guess that’s what happens when you end up in bed with a pocket rocket who’s ten years younger than you.
Fuck.
I place my arm over my eyes as regrets begin to flood me.
I shouldn’t have touched her. I really shouldn’t have fucked her, over and over. And, I really shouldn’t want to do it all over again.
The patter of her footsteps coming back from the bathroom sound out, but I refuse to move my arm and look at her. I don’t want her to read the thoughts that I know must be clear in my eyes and for her to think they’re about her. I mean, they are, but she’s not the one I’m angry at. That’s me. I’m the one who fucked up here, I’m the one who touched the forbidden fruit, and I’m going to have to take the punishment like a man. Once I confess, that is.
The bed dips beside me before her hot little body presses up against my side.
“Spike.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. It causes an ache within me that should be long satisfied after the past couple of hours, but it seems my body, or more so my cock, didn’t get that message.
Her fingers tangle with mine and she pulls my arm away from my face and around her waist. Her arse presses against my quickly growing cock, and my front presses against her back.
“I should go,” I say regretfully.
“Talk to me,” she demands, sounding much more put together than I am right now.
Silent seconds tick by as I try to form the words I need to say, but all of them fail me. Being here right now just feels so… right.
I’m not a cuddler after sex.
Well, once I was, but that’s a time in my life I refuse to revisit, especially right now.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I admit eventually.
“But you are. Morals didn’t seem to stop you earlier.”
“Yeah, well. They should have.”
She shrugs in my arms. “Do you hear me complaining?” She wiggles her arse against me, my cock standing to attention at the movement.
“Oh, I heard plenty of moaning, little girl.” My lips press against her shoulder and she moans lightly.
She chuckles, the sound making my chest swell.
“I know you keep saying it but… are you really okay? Some of your bruises look pretty painful.”
“I’m used to pain, Spike. This is nothing unusual for where I’m from.”
I tense, the thought of this happening often making me want to go and hurt someone. “That’s bullshit,” I spit.
“It is what it is.” She sighs.
“Why did it happen? I know you owe him money, but what for?” I ask, it’s been eating at me since discovering that motherfucker with his hands on her, but I didn’t want to push her for an answer she wasn’t willing to give up. Well, things have changed now she’s naked in my arms. It’s time for a few home truths to come out.
“He’s a dealer.”
“I guessed as much. But you’re not a druggie, so why?”
“Mum.” She falls silent for long seconds, and I start to think that’s all she’s going to say when she eventually speaks again. “She was a mess. I hardly remember a time where she wasn’t dependant on either drugs or alcohol. She always made these crazy promises to me. She was going to get clean, we were going to move to the country, she was going to get a good job, and we’d never worry about money again.
“When I was little, I fell for it. But as the years went on, she broke every single promise again and again, I started to realise it was all bullshit.
