Nightfall

by Douglas, Penelope

  My eyes stung, but I blinked away the tears, knowing exactly why I bought the Milk Duds. They were Will’s.

  Water cascaded down his bare chest, and I breathed steadily, unwavering no matter how hard my heart pounded.

  “I kept wondering what you’d say about the movie,” I told him. “And what you’d like about it.”

  His eyes stayed on mine as I inched forward, water dripping down his mouth and glistening on his skin.

  Please stay.

  His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down the closer I got, and he dropped his eyes, breathing harder.

  “Mothra?” he murmured.

  “And King Ghidorah, too.” I nodded. “All the titans. The visual effects were amazing.”

  Stepping up to him, I stopped as my shirt grazed his chest. Heat pooled in my belly, feeling him so close.

  “They’re releasing Godzilla vs. Kong soon,” I told him, kicking off my shoes.

  His chest rose and fell in front of me, and I gazed at all the skin my fingers hummed to touch. I balled my fists.

  “They’re both heroes,” he replied. “The ending will be ambiguous, Emory.”

  “No.” I shook my head, pulling my shirt off and dropping it to the ground. “The directors have stated there will be a clear winner.”

  He stared at my body, his breathing growing ragged. “What the fuck?” he griped. “Fucking writers.”

  My clit throbbed, and I stared at his mouth, damn near tasting him and wanting to climb him so damn bad.

  “So it’ll be Kong,” I stated, unbuttoning Rory’s pants around my waist. “It’s more hopeful for the underdog to win.”

  He watched me, unblinking. “Japan will ban the film if Godzilla doesn’t win.”

  “I guess he could win,” I told him, dropping the pants to the floor as rain hit my breasts, arms, and back. “With Godzilla’s arsenal, and the fact that he can fight on land and at sea…”

  “And in the comic books, he battles God and the devil, for crying out loud,” he said. “What the hell’s Kong ever done?”

  I leaned up on my tiptoes, our lips inches from each other. “Godzilla now also emits an omnidirectional blast.”

  “He does?”

  I nodded. “You missed it.”

  Running my fingertips up his chest, I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry.

  “Told you,” he said. “How’s Kong going to survive a molecular level attack?”

  I pressed my body to his, my hard, little nipples aching against his heat.

  He shook a little underneath my hands, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I curled my fists again, my body boiling, and I didn’t care that I wanted to squeeze the life out of him half the time—I wanted in his bed.

  But I wasn’t asking for anything. I was taking it.

  My heart damn near in my throat, I pushed him down into the chair to my left and hovered over his lips as I slid my hand up his chest.

  He laughed, gripping the arms of the chair. “You want it?” he taunted. “You’re not getting it.”

  I grazed my lips across his cheek, over his jaw, and down his neck, the hunger making my clit throb so hard I had to hold back a whimper as the rain fell all over my naked body.

  “You don’t have to do a thing,” I whispered over his skin. “In fact…”

  I slid my hand inside his pants and dived for his cock, fisting the hard muscle.

  He gasped, his eyes going wide.

  “You don’t even have to move,” I told him, pumping him slow and tight. “Stay right here, because I’m going to drain you dry.”

  I squeezed his neck, gentle but possessive before sliding to my knees and drawing my claws down his chest and then his thighs.

  He was mine. Straightening my back, I felt his eyes on my breasts as I untied the drawstring and pulled down his pants, just enough so I could take him out.

  Water sprayed my hair, my chest, his stomach, and his face as he stared down at me, a cross between anger and excitement in his eyes.

  But he wasn’t stopping me.

  Fisting his cock, I stroked it as I kissed and licked his stomach, running my free hand around his waist, over his back, and up his chest. I nibbled and bit, dragging his skin out with my teeth before sucking it into my mouth, his body caving under me with every breath.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, groaning.

  Coming back down, I cast him a quick look, seeing his white knuckles as he gripped the arms of the chair. Holding his eyes, I moved the head of his dick to the opening of my mouth, not slipping it in just yet as I teased him.

  I flicked my tongue, tasting his heat as his eyes softened and need flashed across his face.

  “Emmy,” he panted.

  And my heart started to shatter, hearing a younger, happier Will Grayson begging me to let him hold me again.

  I closed my eyes and slid him into my mouth, pushing my lips down his shaft until the tip touched the back of my throat.

  He sucked in air through his teeth, his fingers sliding into my hair and holding my head as he moaned.

  I held him there, relaxing my throat and trying to take him all in, but I was hungry and I wanted to suck. Moving up and down, I drew him out slow and then glided my mouth back down his cock, taking him again.

  His fingers fisted my hair, the hard muscle in my mouth getting stiffer. I dragged my tongue up and down his shaft, licking the veins under his skin and sucking the sweet drip off his tip.

  He growled, glaring down at me. “Taking advantage of a man who’s been in prison is low. Really low.”

  “You’re not at Blackchurch,” I whispered, kissing the length of his cock. “We’re at the lock-in, and we snuck off, so I could kiss you. Down here.”

  He groaned, letting his head fall back and his eyes close, the fantasy hopefully taking over. Taking him back before I hurt him. Before he hurt me. Before all the shit and all the years…

  I moved faster, sucking him harder and tighter, whimpering at his size trying to push down my throat as his hips started thrusting up to meet me.

  “Will,” I begged, the slickness between my legs growing.

  Slipping a hand between my legs, I swirled the wetness around my clit, throbbing and aching for him as I brought my fingers back out.

  I swirled my wet fingers around his tip, watching him watch me and holding his eyes as I sucked him back into my mouth and licked myself off of him. His piercing eyes caught fire as I licked off the water and covered him in warmth.

  But suddenly, he grabbed my arms and pulled me up.

  What?

  He glared into my eyes for a moment before he spun me around and planted me in his lap.

  He wrapped an arm around me, breathing into my neck and holding me close. “What else we gonna do?” he panted. “Before a teacher comes.”

  His dick pressed into my ass, and he grabbed my pussy, sticking a finger deep inside, and then two.

  I gasped as he cupped my breast, sliding my nipple in and out between his fingers.

  “Huh, little Emmy?” he taunted.

  I closed my eyes, the water raining down on us in the hothouse as I pictured all the fun we could’ve had if I’d just dived in all those years ago.

  God, I wanted him. Fuck.

  Pulling away, I stood up and faced him, watching him stroke his cock, and look at me.

  I didn’t wait another second. I climbed on top of him, crashing my mouth to his and straddling him as I ate up his lips and clutched his throat.

  Mine.

  He jerked his mouth away, smirking like the cat that ate the canary, but I didn’t care, because I wanted to give him this.

  He positioned himself under me, crowning my entrance, and I whimpered already at the anticipation as I nibbled his jaw.

  I slid down, burying him inside me.

  I stretched and gasped, and he hit deep before I raised back up, coating him in my wetness before sliding back down on him and sheathing him to the hilt.

  “Ah,” he groaned, squeezing my ass
in both hands.

  I stilled, staying there and feeling the stretch and fullness.

  I kissed his cheek, watching his face and his closed eyes as he let me trail my mouth over his temple and his forehead and to the corner of his lips, leaving little kisses. Sliding my hand through his hair, I dipped down to his neck, tasting the water on his hot skin as tingles spread everywhere at the memory of his smell.

  Sitting back, I stared at him as I started to move slowly, arching my back and rolling my hips. I slid him out and thrust back onto him, fucking him slowly at first. He opened his eyes and gripped my hips, his eyes trailing all over as he watched my body move on top of him.

  Diving forward, he sucked my breast into his mouth, and I dug my nails into his shoulders, letting my head fall back as the wave of euphoria coursed over me.

  “You fucked me up,” he growled, pulling my nipple through his teeth.

  “And you fucked up,” I argued, tipping my head back up, the water running down my face as he nibbled one breast and moved on to the other.

  Part of all this shit was my fault, but not all of it.

  I rolled my hips again and again, my breathing getting shallower as the pleasure built.

  “I want to kiss you,” I whispered. “On the lips.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why?” he teased.

  I panted, leaning back up and bouncing up and down on him as I held him close. “Because,” I whispered over his mouth. “Because I want to be your girl.”

  He circled my waist with both arms like a steel band, stopping me. “And you remember what that means?”

  I gazed down at him, trying to hide my smile as I remembered everything he wanted.

  Me, coming home to him every night.

  Me, at his table and warming his bed.

  Me, making him a daddy.

  I nodded.

  “Say it,” he ordered.

  I swallowed, the excitement coursing through my veins as I whispered, “It means you come inside me.”

  We didn’t have condoms here.

  He grinned and stood up, taking me with him as he walked to the tree bed behind us, dropped down, and pushed me onto the soil. Rising back up, he flipped me over, and I gasped, whimpering as realization dawned.

  I moaned, my clit pulsing like a jackhammer as he came down on my ass, forced my knee out, and thrust back inside my pussy, going at me hard and fast.

  “Will…” I cried.

  He wrapped a hand around my neck and whispered against my cheek, “Say it again.”

  He hit me deep, in and out, in and out, again and again, and I squeezed my eyes shut, taking it. “It means you come inside me.”

  “You want that?”

  “Yeah.”

  The soil ground into my body, and finally, he twisted my head toward him, sinking his mouth into mine and kissing me deep, stealing my breath away.

  His tongue dipped in and made my heart sink down to my toes. I whimpered.

  “My little Em,” he breathed out, slipping a hand underneath me and palming my tit. “My little Em likes her little secrets. Little nerd by day who likes it a little hard at night.”

  “Yeah,” I chanted. “Yes.”

  My pussy tightened and constricted, and I pressed my hands into the soil, backing up into him, craving it.

  My hair stuck to my back as I arched it, and all I could think about was all the time we’d lost in high school. Of how this was it, and I should’ve known it. I should’ve snuck out with him and done this with him every single chance we got, because there was nothing that I was protecting myself from that wasn’t already happening at home. I shouldn’t have let the fear stop me.

  The orgasm started to build, and I cried out as he thrust his cock inside me again and again, fucking me on the dirt and every inch of my skin feeling all of this.

  He grunted, and I could tell he was getting close. “Say it again,” he said.

  “Come inside me,” I whimpered, feeling it coming. “Oh, God.”

  “Again.”

  “Come inside me, Will,” I begged. “Please.”

  He bottomed out, and I exploded, the orgasm shaking my entire body as the world spun under me, and he thrust again and again, harder and harder, finally spilling inside of me as he squeezed my breast and moaned.

  I cried out, every muscle burning. The orgasm wracked through me, my pussy squeezing around his cock, and he flipped over, collapsing onto the ground next to me.

  “Fuck,” he panted.

  I closed my eyes, lying my head down and unable to swallow because my mouth was so dry. I really hoped the snakes were confined to the garden and not here.

  But I couldn’t muster a muscle to care.

  Aydin probably watched us from somewhere, too. The guys could’ve come back early for whatever reason, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted a shower, and I wanted sleep, and I wanted both of them with Will.

  But without another touch or kiss, he rose from the dirt and pulled up his soaked sweats, tying them closed.

  I turned over and sat up, watching him as he walked over and retrieved my drenched clothes from the floor.

  He tossed them to me. “Go piss,” he said. “And hurry up.”

  I sat there, my eyes narrowing but my chin trembling a little. I clenched my jaw to stop it.

  The eye of the storm…

  I forced the lump down my throat. “That’s an old wives’ tale,” I told him, rising and starting to dress. “I’m on the shot, so don’t worry.”

  Asshole.

  Not that I was ready for any kids right now, anyway, but he wasn’t telling me that because he didn’t want them. He was telling me that because he didn’t want them with me.

  It was just sex talk.

  I swallowed through the needles in my throat, not looking up again until he’d walked out, leaving me in the wet dirt alone.

  I rose to my feet and pulled on my glasses, cut-off pants, and T-shirt, and then I picked up my shoes and carried them through the quiet house and back up to my bedroom.

  I secured the door, lost in my head as I showered and washed the dirt from my hair, still feeling him inside me.

  I’d show him. I was strong, and I wouldn’t beg for anything.

  I’d get out of here and live and keep my damn chin up.

  The calm in the madness. The quiet in the chaos. The patience for my moment.

  I dried my hair and wrapped the towel around me, heading into my dark bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.

  I closed my eyes, hearing the rain outside and trying to concentrate on the next step of my escape plan.

  A little more food, a hoodie, and I still needed some kind of tool from the shed. It would make a good weapon, too, if needed.

  A draft hit me, and I rubbed my eyes with my fingers, so tired all of a sudden.

  But I couldn’t go to sleep. Opening my eyes, I spotted a dark form looming at the side of my bed, and I sucked in a quick breath.

  What the hell?

  But before I could shoot up and away, she spoke.

  “You let them watch while he ate you out last night?” she asked.

  And then the lamp on the nightstand turned on, and I looked up at her, hair a little shorter than the last time I’d seen her and dressed like a cat burglar, complete with a black beanie on her head.

  “Girl,” she cooed, smiling with approval. “I knew you had it in you.”

  I stopped breathing, my eyes going wide. “Alex?”

  She threw up her hands, striking a pose, and I popped up, grabbed her, and pulled her into a hug as we collapsed back to the bed.

  Oh, my God. “What are you doing here?” I cried.

  She clamped a hand over my mouth, quieting me as she shook with a laugh. “Missed you, too, little stick,” she whispered.

  My body shook with a quiet laugh, and I squeezed her so tight she grunted.

  Will

  Nine Years Ago

  She stopped and looked around as I
took the key from her and unlocked her back door.

  It was after one in the morning, and I hurriedly twisted the handle and pulled her in from the rain.

  “It’s okay,” I assured her. “The coast is clear. He’s still at work.”

  I closed the door, locked it, and knelt down, slipping her heels off her feet. Taking her hand, I pulled her toward the stairs.

  “We really need to stand up to him sometime.”

  She leaned her head on my arm, yawning. “He’s scary,” she said.

  I shook my head, sweeping her into my arms and carrying her up the stairs. “He’s a joke.” I hugged her close as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “I’m your man now. He’ll have to get through me.”

  She just let out a single chuckle into the crook of my neck, but didn’t say more.

  I wasn’t trying to be funny.

  “Paige?” someone called.

  I froze, the weight of my footsteps halting the creaking on the floorboards.

  Emmy popped her head up and shifted out of my arms, hurrying into her grandmother’s room.

  “Yes, Grand-Mère.”

  I hung back, not wanting Em to have to face questions about why she was with me so late.

  “Where is your father?” her grandma asked.

  I heard Em walk around the room, pour some water, and shuffle blankets.

  Her father?

  But Emmy answered, not missing a beat. “He had to go back to the flower shop. He got you yellow flowers, and he knows better.”

  “Red flowers.” Her grandmother’s raspy voice held a hint of humor. “How could he forget?”

  “Go to sleep,” Em cooed. “When you wake up, they’ll be here.”

  Emory walked back into the hallway, yawning again as she pulled the door closed, only leaving it open a crack.

  “Love you, sweetie,” her grandmother called.

  “Love you, too.”

  She gazed up at me in the dark hallway and took my hand, lying her head on my chest. She was fucking exhausted.

  I led her to her room.

  “Your father?” I inquired.

  Adam Scott died with her mother years ago. Caught in their car when the river flooded during Hurricane Frederic that hit us head on about five years ago.