by Em Taylor
“I know you hate me, sweetheart, but concentrate on my cock sliding in and out of your pussy. You’re fucking sexy when you’re pissed off and wet for me. Come for me. Take what you need. Use me, baby.”
She dug her nails in, but she didn’t push me away. If she had, I’d have been out of her in a second.
“You fucking cunt,” she grunted.
“I know.” I couldn’t claim otherwise; I was a complete bastard. But with good reason.
“I. Fucking. Hate. You.” She dropped onto my body and bit into my shoulder as her pussy spasmed around my cock.
Damn, that was fucking sore, but fucking hot. I nearly lost it.
“As soon as you’re able, get on your hands and knees,” I demanded.
“Yes, sir.”
Her sass was also pretty damned hot. “You deserve a spank for your cheek.”
“Oh, you’re into BDSM now? Let me guess, some slapper talked you into watching the Fifty Shades movies while hoping you’d do a little role play with her.”
I liked that she was jealous, because I was jealous of every guy she’d been with in the last six years. I had no right to be jealous—I’d walked out on her—but it didn’t stop me from wanting to smash their faces in for touching my girl.
“I don’t watch movies with other girls. I fuck other girls and then get the hell out of there.”
“Seems like you’re about to continue the pattern.” Bitterness dripped from her words and guilt assaulted me.
She was right. I was fucking her and leaving her. However, she was no random woman, and I wasn’t scratching an itch. Deep down, I hoped she’d look back and know there was more to this than sex—that I was saying goodbye and hurting myself worse than the first time for her.
If all went well, I could come back and she would forgive me and believe my explanation of why I was being a dickhead.
Lacey climbed off me and positioned herself on hands and knees. Her pretty little arse perched in the air nearly undid me. Soft, peachy flesh that was totally biteable, taunted and tempted me. I ran my hand over her birthmark, but I couldn’t bear to put my mouth anywhere near it. It would undo all my resolve.
I ran my hand over her soft skin, urging her to open her legs so I could see her pussy. She complied, and I bent down to lick her from front to back. She squirmed as I stopped to rim her, but I held her firm. She knew to ask me to stop if she didn’t want to go on.
I ran my thumb through her wet pussy to coat it in her juices, causing her to arch her back with a sigh and move into my touch. I loved how she reacted to me. Leaving her tomorrow morning might kill me, but it was for the greater good.
I prodded her puckered hole with my thumb, and she looked around at me.
I raised an eyebrow. “You can say no. I’m a bastard, not a rapist.”
“You’re neither. I don’t know what your game is, but it’s not going to work this time. Go ahead you unutterably stupid wankstain.”
I couldn’t help smiling, at least until tears glistened in her eyes.
Shit!
I whipped my hand away.
Lacey glowered at me over her shoulder. “Jesus, Rory! You can’t get a girl ready to have your finger up her arse while you do her doggy-style then back out. I don’t give a fuck what mind game you’re playing, I just want you to fuck me. You’re the only guy I ever trusted to put anything up there, and apart from the other night, it’s been six years.”
I shook my head. “For fuck’s sake, Lace. I don’t know who’s more depraved. You or me.”
“Definitely you. I’m just horny.”
I recoated my thumb with her juices and slowly pushed it into her arse. I moved my other hand around to her front and circled her clit with my forefinger.
She moaned my name and pushed against me.
Fuck, she was something else.
“Gently. I don’t want to hurt you,” I said.
She grunted something that suggested she thought I was being too careful, so I positioned my cock at her pussy entrance and slid home.
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered.
My thoughts exactly.
She dropped onto her forearms, and as I started to thrust a slow rhythm, Lacey set off at a frenetic pace that suggested her arse was on fire. I couldn’t help grinning at my desperate girl.
In order to hold off my own climax, I kept the memory of the tears in her big eyes in my head. It broke my heart. I knew she was concentrating on her body’s needs to hide her hurt, but it would come out eventually.
I gazed down at where our bodies joined and had to bite my lip. She looked amazing with my cock thrusting in and out of her while my thumb moved gently into and back out of her arse. “I’m sorry I don’t have lube, or I’d have given you my cock up your arse.”
“I know ... I never thought. This is good. So good. In fact ... shit, stay still a moment.”
I did and she tightened her muscles, fucking me hard and fast. The noises she made when she stopped moving were unearthly, and her pussy pulsing around my cock was fucking heavenly.
Disengaging from her, I sat her on my knee, holding her until her breathing returned to normal and she looked up to me. I licked my clean thumb and wiped the smudged mascara from under her eyes, then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. I was going to miss this—miss her.
She raised her hand and tugged on the back of my head. When our lips touched again, the kiss went from gentle to frantic in seconds. Her tongue assaulted mine, and without breaking our connection, she adjusted her position to straddle me.
But it was my turn to take control—time for me to get my pleasure. I couldn’t manage another round without blowing my load, and I needed to be inside her when it happened, watching her face.
Holding her by the waist, I climbed onto my knees and deposited her on her back. Lifting her legs high, I held them at her shoulders with one hand as I stroked her wet pussy with the other.
She clenched at my touch. She was sensitive, which meant I could make her come at least one more time.
I pushed in, hissing in pleasure as her warm wetness enveloped my aching cock. I was home—for now. Moving my arms up, I let her ankles rest on my shoulders and peeked at her face between her feet.
“Still agile,” I said.
“Once a gymnast, always a gymnast.”
“You gave up gymnastics when you were ten.”
“Once you’ve stretched those hamstrings, they’re stretched for life. Are you complaining?”
“Nope.”
“Then stop being all mouth and no trousers, stud.”
She was a vixen. I’d fucking show her.
I found the best position to pummel her and increased my speed. She felt divine. The slap of my balls against her arse, moving up and down the back of her strong but soft thighs, the welcome heat of her pussy as she clenched and released her muscles to tease me. She knew what she was doing. She knew she was driving me insane.
My heart hammered in my chest, but I wasn’t sure it was from the exertion. It was from its attempts not to shatter.
I lowered my body between her legs, and she dropped them to my waist. I pushed one hand under her arse and one under her shoulders. I needed to come in the worst way, but I needed her in my arms when I did. I hadn’t had the chance to say goodbye last time, and I didn’t know if this was goodbye, but I was going to say it in case—with my body, if not with words.
I found our rhythm—the one that made us both come. I tilted her hips to the right angle, and her breaths shortened. I covered her lips with mine and stole what breath she had, duelling with her tongue, desperate for her to remember I wasn’t always a bastard.
Her legs and arms tightened around me. “I’m coming. Oh God, Rory, I ...”
“Shit, I’m coming too.” I buried my face in her neck as pleasure coursed through me and jets of cum poured into the only woman I would ever love.
It couldn’t be the last time I would ever feel the exquisite sense of everything being perfect. For such a b
rief moment, I was invincible, but I would be gone before she woke up.
Tears stung the back of my eyes, and I pressed a thumb and forefinger to the bridge of my nose to stop me making a fool of myself as I enjoyed the few moments I had left inside her. Soon I would be too heavy. Soon she would be pushing my big arse off her. I needed to compose myself, but I had time since she was still scraping her nails up my spine.
“Why do you need to go back to Glasgow?” she asked against my shoulder.
Bastard Rory had to rear his ugly head again. I rolled off her and furrowed my brow. “I need to see a man about a dog.”
“How very original.”
Grunting, I grabbed the blankets, turned over, and pretended to go to sleep. She stomped about for a while, muttering a bunch of curse words and complaining about the amount of jizz running out of her. It would have been funny at any other time, but that night, it broke my heart. As soon as she fell asleep, I intended to sneak out of the wigwam, get in my car, and be home in Glasgow before the sun rose.
Chapter 25
Six years earlier
Rory
I STOOD AND WATCHED the taillights of Lacey’s car leave our street as she sped off into the night, presumably heading to Glencoe and her parents’ house.
I couldn’t believe she had actually gone. No fight. No begging me to stay. Nothing. It was a bit of a kick in the balls.
I fiddled with my keys and let myself into our stairwell. Climbing the two flights of stairs with my bag on my shoulder, I considered what I had done. Had I just let the love of my life drive away? Was I really that fucking stupid? But she clearly didn’t want me because she didn’t stay and talk. I didn’t even have a stinging cheek for my troubles.
Fuck. She really didn’t care about me.
I let myself into our flat and looked around at the tidy living room. The dining table was covered in my stuff for work while a small desk was stacked with a few books and folders that Lacey needed for a course she was attending the next week. The place smelled of the vanilla candles Lacey always burned. I loved this place, but I didn’t want any reminders of her or our time together.
I strode into our bedroom, took my large suitcase from my wardrobe, and filled it with clothes and toiletries. Picking up my gym bag, I filled that with personal items—my degree and teacher training certificate, school qualifications, birth certificate, driving licence, and passport. I placed in a few photos of nights out with David and the lads from hockey from before I met Lacey, as well as my hockey trophies and schoolwork. Lastly, I found a couple of boxes and filled them with my books, CDs, and DVDs. I smiled as I dropped the Terminator into the box. She hated that film.
Taking my stuff down to my car in a few journeys, I made one final trip up to the flat and looked around for anything else of importance. I wouldn’t be back; I didn’t stay where I wasn’t wanted. And no one ever wanted me—not really.
I locked up and posted the keys through the letter box. Once outside, I gazed up at the flat we had called home since graduation and grabbed my phone out of my back pocket to call the only person I could rely on.
“David,” I said.
“What the fuck, Rory? It’s late. Me and Olivia are ... ya know?”
“Fucking. Good for you. Me and Lace broke up.”
“You’re shitting me. What did you do?”
“I ... it was kind of my fault, but she didn’t even let me explain.”
“You shagged someone else?”
Olivia shrieked from his side of the phone. “I’ll fucking kill you, you scumbag motherfucker.”
“Get your girlfriend to calm her tits. I didn’t shag anyone. I said I wanted to break up. I was ... I dunno, testing the waters or something. She chucked me out the car, so it seems she didn’t want me that badly. Didn’t even ask why.”
“You were testing the waters to see how she would react to a breakup. Are you fucking stupid?”
“It seems not since she didnae put up any resistance.”
“Well you’re sort of rejecting her. Who’s going to hang around to be dumped? She probably thinks you want to sleep with someone else.”
“I don’t want to sleep with anyone else, I just wanted ...” I ran my hand through my hair, pulling on the roots. “It doesn’t matter. She kicked me out of the car, told me it was over, and fucked off back to her parents’ house. She doesn’t want me. We’re over.”
“You can fix it.”
“Nope. She has no desire to fix it and neither do I. She couldn’t get away from me and out of this relationship fast enough. Fuck her. I’m done with people who don’t want me. From now on, I’ll look after myself.”
David blew out a forceful breath, and I rolled my eyes. My best friend was a fixer. I loved him for it, yet I didn’t need to be fixed and neither did my relationship.
“Get your arse over here. You can have the spare room as long as you need it. Hopefully, you and Lacey will patch things up by tomorrow,” he said.
“Don’t hold your breath. But thanks, mate.”
I clicked to end the call and opened the car. Once I climbed in, I put the key in the ignition and was about to turn it when a thought occurred to me. I was a big soft prick. One flutter of Lacey’s eyelashes and I’d be under her spell again. I wasn’t having that.
Raising my phone again, I brought up her contacts and social media accounts, blocking her on everything I had.
I threw my phone onto the passenger’s seat and started the engine. Pulling out of the space, I headed towards David’s to start my life as a bachelor. I could just see all the gorgeous ladies I could conquer. It would be fun.
Chapter 26
Lacey
ME: Where the fuck are you, dickhead? You left.
Rory: I know I left. I told you I was leaving.
Me: You fucked me and ran.
Rory: I announced my intention to do just that, sweetheart. It shouldn’t be a shock.
Me: So, what are we? Are we an item or not?
Rory: I dunno. I have stuff to do.
Me: Like what? It’s the fucking school holidays.
Rory: Yeah, well my life has other things in it.
Me: You’re a dick.
Rory: Yup. Gotta dash. Speak soon. <3
The heart at the end of the last WhatsApp message confused me the most. What the hell was his game? I’d stuck up for him against my parents and he’d fucked off.
Sure, he acted like a bit of a jerk last night, but he was hurting, and I was a big girl. I could take the cruelty he doled out because it wasn’t directed at me. If I’d asked him to stop, he would have in a fucking heartbeat.
“Lacey! Rory! Can you two stop shagging for ten minutes and come to the café for some brunch?” My brother rapped on the door of the wigwam.
I pulled myself out of bed, taking the sheet with me and wrapping it around my body. Pushing open the door, I tried to smooth down the tangled mess that was my hair.
“Thundercunt left,” I said without any feeling in my voice.
“Rory?”
“Who else?”
“Oh!”
“Oh what?”
“Nothing.”
“Do you know something?”
“No. I think he’s just upset about Mum and Dad. He’ll come around. Now do something about that thatch on your head and get some clothes on.”
I glanced down at the sheet. “Give me fifteen minutes.”
“I expect you in no more than twenty.” Jonas stomped off. I loved him. He could make me smile no matter what was going on.
Rory
JONAS: WTF are you doing?
Me: Seeing a man about a dog. You said I needed to show your mum and dad I will be there for her and I understand her needs and desires.
Jonas: A Labrador isn’t going to cut it.
Me: Not a literal dog.
Jonas: Then what?
Me: Nosy. Just keep her safe. This might not work and I’m not coming between her and your parents.
Jonas: Yo
u’ll break up with her if this doesn’t impress the oldies?
Me: I have to. I love her.
Jonas: If you loved her, you’d fight for her. I might have to kick your head in after all.
Me: You and whose army.
Jonas: Simon is a black belt in Karate.
Me: That’s not fair.
Jonas: Plenty fair if you destroy my sister’s heart. You’d better make this—whatever the fuck it is—count.
Me: Looks like it. Laterz.
Jonas: No one says laterz anymore.
Me: Whatever. Fuck off.
I flicked onto Gumtree and dialled the number I had been about to call. Derek was the name of the guy I had to talk to.
The phone was picked up on the other end.
“Hello?” came the Geordie voice.
“Hi, my name’s Rory. I’m phoning about the ambulance you have for sale.”
“Sure. Look, it doesn’t come with blues and twos, oxygen, or any other paramedic shit. Just to let you know.” The guy sounded defensive, but he’d probably had a bunch of absolute morons interested in it.
“That’s fine. It would be to convert into a mobile vet centre. My girlfriend won’t be going anywhere at speed. She’s a granny driver at the best of times.”
“Cool. Well, it’s three and a half grand and has six months’ MOT. Obviously, you tax it yourself.”
“Would you accept two thousand five hundred?” I knew I was chancing my arm.
“I’ll knock a hundred off for your cheek and because I like animals.”
“It’s going to be a charity to give the poor free vet care and homeless people somewhere to take their pets to be seen. I need to get it as cheap as possible.”
“Three thousand two hundred.”
“Three thousand?” I persisted. “Depending on if I like it when I see it, of course.”
He sighed heavily and the long pause gave me hope. I bit my lip, waiting. I couldn’t afford to break first.