Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I’d forgotten about his dirty talk … no, I hadn’t, but I’d forgotten how much it affected me.
I moaned from the pleasure I’d not had in so long.
“You’re gonna get my dick if you keep this up,” he warned.
The excitement in his tone just made me move faster.
“Fuck!” he swore, pulling his hand from me.
I opened my eyes, panicked that he was stopping, only to see him jerking down his jeans and pulling out his cock. A small square package he must have taken from his pocket was torn open, and he rolled the condom down over his erection. He took a step toward me and then grabbed the waist of my leggings and jerked them down, along with my panties. He only pulled out one leg, then stood up and hiked my free leg up to his waist, not pausing before slamming into me.
“OH GOD!” I shouted out as an animalistic sound came from him.
As he started thrusting into me, he slid a hand behind my back to keep my skin from hitting the rough bark and squeezed my butt hard in the process.
“Is this what you wanted, Songbird?” he asked. “My cock taking your hot little cunt.”
I was past lying. I nodded, feeling frantic. My memories hadn’t done this justice. The way he filled me, how having his hard body slapping against mine was its own erotic song.
“You’re so goddamn wet; it’s running down my balls,” he said as he bit my neck the licked it. “I missed this. Sweet body taking me.”
I was already there. I felt the crest just about to hit, and my nails sank into his back.
“KASH!” I cried out as the rush of ecstasy hit me.
“Fu-uck,” he groaned. “That’s it; come on my cock. Fuck, baby, GAH!” He threw his head back and let out a roar as his body jerked against mine.
The sight he made only sent me over the edge once more.
Thirteen
Cressida
The chill in the air returned, even with my skin flushed, when Kash slid out of me and jerked up his pants, stepping away as if I’d bitten him. Suddenly aware of my almost-naked body, I scrambled to get my leg back in my leggings and pulled them back up, not bothering to straighten my panties. Once I was covered, I wrapped my arms around my body and looked into the darkness, where he stood. I had felt connected to him again only moments before, but clearly, it hadn’t been the same for him. I was foolish for having thought what we had done meant something.
“Maybe now we can have our closure.” Kash’s voice was low and void of any emotion.
“Closure?” I asked in disbelief. Was that truly what that had been for him?
“Yeah. We both needed it. Time to move on and put the past behind us. We’re different people now.”
And with that, he turned and began walking away. Leaving me there in the night alone. Not even watching me walk back to the house. He just left.
Four Years Ago
I gripped the covers tightly, watching in horror as my door handle rattled gently. I’d locked it, but the sound told me it was being picked. I should have put a chair under the door handle too. But if Kash had shown up at my window and seen that, he’d want to know why I had myself barricaded in my bedroom. Or maybe he wouldn’t ask. He’d know.
Lately, Pirate had started getting braver around him. Showing glimpses of his twisted mind. Kash was suspicious. He didn’t trust him and had already asked me several times if Pirate bothered me at home.
Telling him the truth wasn’t something I could do. This was my own demon to fight, and so far, I’d handled it. But Pirate was making it harder.
Easing out of the bed, I walked over to the baseball bat I had placed there last week. I’d gone looking for it in the attic and brought it down to my room as a means of protection if needed. Stepping back farther away from the door, I waited with it, held at the ready.
Pirate had stopped being my brother, someone I trusted. His sick mind and unstable behavior made him a threat. I was relieved when he left for college, but that was short-lived. He came home every weekend, and by the end of the first semester, he’d failed every course. Our parents refused to pay for him to continue, and he moved back home. He was seeing a therapist, per my mother’s requirements for him living here, but it didn’t seem to be helping.
If I could just get through this semester, I was going to move on campus. If he was staying here, I had to get out. My choice to not live on campus was to save my parents some money, but I’d get a student loan if I needed to. I had already started reading up on how to do that.