His face ends up in my neck and there’s a brief awkward moment when he leans back and stares at me again before pulling out. He climbs off of me and walks to the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later and crawling into bed.
We don’t look at one another as we catch our breath. But he reaches out and takes my hand and loops his fingers through mine. Just that little bit of contact makes me feel better.
It’s not even five minutes later when he puts my hand on his already hard cock and says, “Come over here.”
I don’t argue. There are some battles I’m willing to fight, and tonight, this is not one of them. I’ll deal with the aftermath in the morning.
Chapter Seventeen
I wake up to the sun shining right in my eyes. There’s a tiny opening through the curtains. The other side of the bed is empty. I ignore the twinge in my chest that feels similar to disappointment.
No, I won’t allow it.
I glance at my phone and see that I’ve missed several texts from Ashton and one from Luci. I slept later than I expected to—it’s almost nine. I text them both, letting them know I’m okay and I call the hospital and they put me through to my mom’s room.
When my mom answers, she sounds groggy.
“I hope I didn’t wake you up. I wanted to talk to the nurse, but they just put me through to you.”
“It was a long night. Hard to get any sleep in a hospital.”
“Do you think you’ll get to come home today still?”
“As far as I know. How are things going over there?”
I picture Raf leaning over me, his eyes memorizing my body as he fucked me from kingdom come and I flush. “It’s going well. I haven’t gotten up yet, still being lazy, but I wanted to see when I should pick you up.”
“Listen, Stefen just walked in. I better go. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Oh. What—”
But she’s already hung up.
I get up and take a shower and when I step out, Raf is leaning against the bathroom door.
“Who is Luke?”
I frown.
“Who is he?” His face is harsh lines and his eyes slash through me, the memory of last night already distant.
“Good morning to you too. I guess we weren’t lying when we said things would go back to normal today.”
“Goddamn right. You fuck me one minute and then cry out Luke’s name not even half an hour later? You can fucking tell me who he is.”
“I would’ve thought you’d know by now. Seems like you’ve made it a point to know everything else about me. Or did your investigator father not fill you in on that too?”
He stalks toward me and when I try to tuck the top of the towel so it’ll stay together, he yanks it away and it falls to the floor.
“I want one more time with you.”
“No.” I shake my head, turning from him and facing the mirror. I rinse my face with cold water and dry it off and when I set the towel down, his chest is against my back. His fingers trail down my back and when he reaches my backside, he squeezes before giving it a sound slap. I jolt and glare at him in the mirror.
“Tell me who he is.”
“He’s no one.”
He gives my ass another slap. “Not the correct answer.”
“He’s from my past.”
“Do you love him?”
I scoff, the resentment too deep to even acknowledge his stupidity and he tugs my hair back, forcing me to look in the mirror.
“Did you really think you could give me your body and things could return to normal?”
“Yes. And it seems they have. You’re being the same idiot you always are.”
“Answer my question.”
“No, I do not love him.”
His hand loosens in my hair and he runs his fingers down my breast, tugging my nipple. “Do you love Ashton?”
“Ashton is my friend. I love him very much.”
His eyes darken but he doesn’t stop his movements across my chest. “Have you had sex with Ashton?”
“None of your business.”
He pulls my hair back again and nips my neck with his teeth. “Not an answer.”
“You don’t call all the shots, Raf.”
“I do where you’re concerned.” He buries his nose into my neck but not before I see the smirk he tries to hide. “Bend over.”
“No.”
“If I put my fingers in your pussy and you’re not wet, I will let you go, no more questions. If you’re dripping, I will sink into you so deep, you’ll forget your name.”
My mouth falls open and when he drags his fingers down to my drenched center, I groan loud, my eyes fluttering back. He bends me over the counter and slides a condom on, plunging into me the next second.
We both moan when he’s inside all the way.
“Why do you have to fit me so perfectly?” He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs up, so I will look in the mirror. He pulls out and brings his cock up, tapping it over my clit. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t look away.
When he thrusts into me again, my boobs bounce with each movement and he looks like a god behind me, fiery and capable of inflicting eternal damnation. I fall apart when his fingers circle my clit and go weak against him.
“Let it out, baby,” he whispers. “Let me hear you sing.”
I squeeze him so tight, coming so hard, he groans and collapses against my back, convulsing inside me.
When we slow down and I think he’s about to pull out, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight. I look up at him in the mirror and am stunned by the vulnerability in his face. He leans down and kisses my shoulder and I shiver, turning my head toward him. I meet his eyes then and he leans his forehead against mine. It’s a
