Mean Boy
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He would be proud of me, I thought, as I selected a few tinned soups for the nights when I didn’t feel like cooking. I grabbed some other basics, keeping in mind that I would need to take a cab home.
Chapter 18
He was already sitting at the kitchen table when I came in, hauling groceries.
“Seriously, Kraken? You will let just anyone in here won’t you?” I glared at my dog who hung his head.
“Don’t blame the dog. He knew I was a friend,” Ethan said. His voice was the same gravelly voice that send chills right to my core and I set the groceries down on the table, putting my hands on my hips.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I was hoping for a repeat of our last encounter,” he said. He looked up at me and I gasped at the criss cross of fresh pink scars that ran across his jaw and down his neck.
“What the hell happened to you?”
“Car accident.” He reached up and brushed my hair aside, exposing my scar, which had faded considerably over the past few months. “We match now.”
“What is going on, Ethan?” I sank into a chair facing him. All the same feelings were rushing back and seeing him hurt made me want to lean into him and hug him tightly, but I sat back instead, hugging myself.
“I got home late that night,” he said quietly. “My parents were waiting for me and were furious that I’d gone out to be with you when they had an event. I was supposed to be with them.”
A coldness seeped into my bones. I’d done it again. I’d nearly killed someone I loved because of my stupidity.
“We had a fight, I took off. Took a corner too fast and crashed. Luckily my dad was right behind me and he got me to the hospital.” He shrugged. “They made sure I was kept far away until I was healed enough to be presentable.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I tried to call you. I even went to your house, but they said you moved away.”
“And you believed them?” He shook his head. “Why would I leave the most amazing person I’ve ever met?”
“I nearly got you killed.”
“What? No, that was a fight about the responsibilities of a son who doesn’t want to be a part of the family business.” He shook his head. “You are the only thing that matters to me, but I was monitored constantly.”
“Okay.” I leaned my head on my crossed arms on the table. “I think this is as far as we can go.”
“I’m back now, Cursi. I told them what they can do with their stupid rules.”
“It doesn’t matter. Can’t you see? It’s because of me. If I hadn’t called you, you never would have come here. You would have gone to the event and not angered them. And you would have been fine.”
“Stop it,” he snapped. “This is not a blame game. You can’t go through life living on what ifs.”
“But . . .”
“No buts. Shut up. I’m making you dinner and you’re eating it.”
He rummaged through my new groceries and pulled a few ingredients out and started cooking while I put everything else away.
By the time the chow mein was done, I was sitting back at the table. Ethan set a plate in front of me. “Don’t throw it out.”
“I won’t.”
“Too bad, I was looking forward to punishing you.” His lips quirked and he dug into his food. I did the same.
“Have you cut while I was away?”
“No. I think you really did fix me to a certain extent.”
“Good. I look forward to breaking you again.” He gave me a wicked grin that made me want to toss the food just so he would turn me over his knee again.
“I’m not going anywhere this time,” he warned. “You are the only one willing to put up with my shit and I’m going to take full advantage of that.”
“Are you healed enough?” I asked.
“Why don’t we head up to your room and find out?”
He didn’t have to say it twice. We left the rest of our food to Kraken and headed up to my room where I pulled at his shirt until he took it off.
“You really don’t care that I need to hurt you to get turned on?”
“Does it look like I mind?” I asked, peeling off my own shirt and dropping my jean shorts.
“Let’s see . . .” he mused, sliding his hand into my panties. “Nope, you don’t mind a bit.”
“Go ahead and hurt me. I like it,” I told him, pulling on his waistband.
Ethan stripped out of his clothes and bent me over the end of the bed, leaving my ass sticking out. Then he ran a hand down my spine. “You’ve gained weight. I like it.”
The next move was a medium smack on my ass. Then he hit me harder and harder, gasping for air as he left mark after mark on my ass.
I was practically dripping by the time he rolled the condom over his hard cock and rammed into me from behind, making me arch back. Grabbing my throat with one hand, he used his other to squeeze my breast and twist my nipples.
It only took a few minutes for the first orgasm to roll over me and I found myself thrusting back against him, desperate to have him completely inside me. He groaned, leaning over me and fisting my hair, bending my head back as he bit my earlobe and started to thrust into me harder and faster.
“I’m not going to last long this time,” he groaned. A hand fumbled down over my belly and he started to rub my clit hard and fast while he drove into me. The dual sensations sent me over the edge and I called out his name as I clenched around him.
My orgasm trigged his and he started to jerk roughly against me, grunting as he spent himself inside me. He pulled out and stripped off the condom, dropping it in the trash and pulling me with him onto the bed.
“You don’t know how much I dreamed about that while I was in the hospital,” he groaned.
“I can tell,” I grinned and gave him a kiss, right on his criss cross scar.
He looked surprised. “I thought you hated scars.”
“I hate my scars,” I told him. “Because they remind me of my past.”
“We will just have to love each other’s scars then,” he murmured, pulling me to his chest. Even his gentle touch, running his fingers up and down my back, didn’t trigger anything.
“Don’t go away this time,” I told him.
“Nah, broken girl, I’m here to stay.”
About The Author
C.T. RHAMES is an avid reader and writer who enjoys dark rainy nights at her computer, accompanied by her two cats. She’s a big fan of bully romances and anything academy or paranormal school, so her books tend to reflect just that.
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