“My father took away my phone and laptop so I couldn’t even reach out to Michael to tell him it wasn’t true – that I’d always be there. He went back to his dorm and shot himself full of enough shit to take down a horse. Didn’t even get it all in before it killed him.”
Shane took a deep breath and then realized that in his growing distress, he had actually fisted his hand against Savannah’s back, some of her hair still in his hand. He instantly relaxed his hand and breathed a sigh of relief when he realized she hadn’t noticed.
“Everyone thought it was just an accidental overdose, but he emailed me a suicide note. I showed it to my parents, but they convinced me it would be better for Michael’s memory if I didn’t tell anyone so I didn’t.”
She didn’t say anything right away but kept holding on to him. He felt her gaze come up to meet his. “Thank you for telling me about him. I wish I could have met him.” He nodded but didn’t trust himself to respond. She lay there for a few more moments, her hand back to petting his chest, but this time there was no pattern to her stroking and her hand start drifting down to his abdomen. He heard her breathing increase and felt lust tear through him as he realized she had just started to recognize her own desire.
“Shane?” she said slowly and he both dreaded and needed her next words. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” he managed to croak. Instead of just lifting her head so he could take her lips, he watched her shift so she was kneeling next to him. Her hand had stopped exploring his chest and moved up next to his head so it could rest on the back of the couch. He didn’t realize what she was doing until she actually did it – she moved her left leg over him and in one swift, graceful motion she was straddling him. He forced his hands to remain on the couch but when he felt the first touch of her lips against his, he clenched his fists into the cushions.
There was no hesitation on her part as she sought entry into his mouth. He opened on a groan and then felt her delicate hands come to rest on each side of his face as if to keep him steady for her assault on his mouth. Her tongue swept in and explored every surface of his mouth and then she was caressing his tongue, urging it to join hers. His cock became painful as felt her settle further into his lap, heat radiating from her core. She slanted her mouth further over his so she get at more of him and then her hips started rocking back and forth.
“Will you kiss me back?” she whispered as she separated their mouths, her breathing harsh. He didn’t answer, just closed the distance between their lips and crushed his mouth down on hers. Her fingers still gripped his jaw, but then her arms drifted around his neck to support herself as he thrust into her mouth, his tongue doing what his cock so badly wanted to do. Her mouth was hot and lush, her tongue strong as it met his plunging strokes. When she finally pulled her mouth back to try and catch her breath, he dropped his lips to the smooth column of her throat and made his way to the sensitive shell of her ear. He forced his hands to stay at his sides as he traced the rim of her ear, and then let his tongue dip inside for a moment. She shuttered and let out a whimper as the pace of her rocking grew more frantic.
The pressure in his pants was too much, so he leaned back against the couch and sucked in several deep breaths. “I need you to take me out,” he said harshly as he raised his arms up and held them crosswise over his face. He knew if he actually saw her hand anywhere near his dick, he’d completely lose it. Luckily, she seemed to understand his predicament and she lifted up enough so that she could reach the button and zipper of his pants. She fumbled awkwardly for several torturous moments, but then finally had his pants and underwear loose enough that his cock could spring free. His relief was short-lived because he felt her hand close over his hot length. Her thumb traced the head and swirled the pre-come that had already started to collect at the tip around.
Dropping his arms along the top of the couch, he watched as her body instinctively began to take over. Her hand carefully pulled his hardness against her pelvis as her hips slid back and forth over his lap. She brought one of her hands down on his shoulders so she could support herself as she angled her body so that her clit bumped against the hardness of his cock on every up stroke. She was still fully clothed, but the slacks she wore were thin enough that she could clearly feel it every time she rubbed against him and as her movements became jerkier, he realized she was close. Her fingers gripped him hard on the shoulder but the hand around his cock was careful as it began stroking up and down to match the motion of her body. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the rhythm and he forced himself to remain perfectly still as he watched her.
He was completely devastated by how beautiful she was like this, her head thrown back, her small, perfect breasts jutting out, her hair cascading down around her like a dark waterfall. Even through the dual layers of her shirt and bra, he could see that her nipples were hard and he imagined sucking on them.
“Shane, I need you to touch me,” she managed to whisper as she released his cock long enough to reach for his arm. She pulled his hand down to where their bodies met and pressed him against, her but then returned her hand to his cock so she could continue stroking him. He felt the moisture through her slacks and underwear, but knew he needed to be closer, so he slipped his hand into her pants, grateful that they were loose enough that he wouldn’t need to work with the button or zipper. He found her clit easily and began stroking it hard to match what she was doing to him. She cried out and then opened her eyes so that she could look at him. He could tell that whatever she was feeling was overwhelming in its newness to her. She began to ride him harder and faster, her grip on his cock tighter as she used more of the pre-come now dripping steadily out of the head to make the glide easier.
“Shane,” she cried out in confusion along with a little bit of fear.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, you can let go. I’m here,” he whispered and then she was coming apart. He shifted his hand so that he could continue to stroke her clit with his thumb, but also allow his fingers to cup her opening. As he felt the moisture bathe his hand, he felt his own release come out of nowhere and he gripped her reflexively in his palm as semen shot out of his dick and spurted all over his shirt and her hand. His guttural shout of pleasure in the quiet apartment sounded harsh, even to his own ears.
As their bodies eased and started to relax, he watched her carefully release him and then she raised her hand up to study the white fluid coating some of her fingers. His body instantly hardened when she looked at him as if asking permission. With his nod, he watched her little pink tongue dart out and lick her hand so she could taste him.
“Jesus,” he muttered as he automatically stroked her clit. Only at her soft shutter did he remember that he still had his hands in her pants. Realizing that his body already wanted hers again, he carefully disengaged his hand and then gently lowered her so she was sitting on the couch.
“I’ll be right back,” he said softly as straightened his clothes. She watched him in silence, still dazed. He returned within moments, a damp washcloth in his hand, a fresh T-shirt replacing the cum-stained one. She blushed as he cleaned her hand off with the washcloth.
“Is it always like that?” she finally asked him.
He desperately wanted to lie to her but couldn’t, so he shook his head. When she mistook his response as saying it hadn’t been good and her face fell, he gripped her chin in his hand and forced her eyes up to his. “It’s never been like that for me. Never.” His firm tone made it clear that he meant what he said.
She smiled shyly and then dropped her eyes to her lap. “Thank you Shane. Even if this is all it ever is…thank you.” She suddenly gave him a quick hug and then stood. “I should probably get going. I have to work tomorrow.”
“Right,” he said and then reached for his phone. “I have something for you. It’s the number for someone you can talk to – a professional.” She stiffened at his words and he hated having to remind her of the fact that they had an agreement that included his conditions. But she nodded as they both he
ard her phone announcing the arrival of his text. She started making her way to his door and then stopped and spun around so suddenly that he nearly ran into her.
“Will I get to see you again?” she blurted out, heat suffusing her already bright cheeks.
Instead of answering her, he leaned down and kissed her hard, his tongue not asking for permission as it swept into her mouth. She instantly wrapped her arms around his waist and he used his hands on each side of her neck to control her movement so he could dominate the kiss. When he finally pulled back, they were both breathless.
“We can do dinner after your session at the gym.” He felt her fingers tighten and she looked at him in confusion. “I signed you up for a self-defense course.”
She started to protest but then snapped her mouth shut and he could see she was mulling the idea over. He was worried that his high-handedness would piss her off, but when he felt her fingers relax against his sides, he knew he had bypassed the storm.
“Okay,” she said.
He rewarded her with another kiss, but when he felt her warmth press against him and his cock sprang to life again, he forced himself to release her and took a step back. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
She smiled serenely at him and he couldn’t help but be arrogantly pleased with himself, knowing he had put that happy, sated look on her face.
“Okay,” she said again. When he felt his body tighten at her submissive tone, he quickly grabbed her jacket and purse off the side table, grabbed her hand, and nearly dragged her out of the apartment.
***
“Another hot date?”
Savannah practically jumped out of her skin at her brother’s voice and she slammed her back against the kitchen door so hard she was sure the doorknob would leave marks on her spine.
“Jesus, Logan, you scared the crap out of me!” she shrieked.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. He was sitting at the kitchen table with a ledger open flat in front of him, a cup of coffee near his hand. The kitchen wasn’t completely dark, but he appeared to only be using the light they routinely left on above the sink to do his work by.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were working.”
“Sam offered to cover for me so I could get some paperwork done,” he said, motioning to the ledger in front of him.
“Where’s your car?” She knew her voice sounded high-pitched and almost accusing, but she was still on edge from being caught completely off guard.
“It’s out front. I left the driveway for you to use,” he said, suspicion creeping into his voice at her odd behavior. Thoughts of Shane had taken over as soon as he helped her into her car, but not before he’d turned her into mush with another one of his devastating kisses. Her lips still tingled and she barely stopped herself from reaching up to touch them.
“Savannah!” She jumped as she heard her name. Logan was watching her with obvious frustration.
“What?” she asked, realizing that he had asked her a question but she had no idea what it was.
“I asked if you went out with that guy from your class again.”
Crap. She hated lying to him, but she certainly couldn’t tell him who she’d been with, much less what they’d been doing. “Um, no, I just had dinner and caught a movie with a friend.” That was close enough to the truth, right? Before he could question her further, she hung up her jacket and then hurried passed him. “Goodnight Logan.” She heard him mutter the same back to her as she darted out of the room and up the stairs to her bedroom. Mr. Pickles was on the bed and greeted her with a soft meow when she hurried into the room and shut the door. She dropped down on her bed and the cat immediately started climbing all over her. She automatically ran her hands over the animal’s soft fur, but her thoughts were once again on Shane.
She hadn’t meant to fall asleep and definitely not on him. She hadn’t even managed to make it through the movie; not that she had really watched any of it because she’d been too nervous at Shane’s proximity to pay attention to what was going on on the television. She’d felt like she was on fire in all the places his body had been pressed up against hers and she’d had to stifle a cry of protest when he’d gotten up to answer the door for their Chinese food.
They’d eaten in silence as the movie played and when she was done, the combination of good food and a hard, warm male body did her in and she’d fallen asleep. When she’d come to, she’d found herself sprawled over him and felt his fingers playing with the strands of her hair. It would have been smart to pull back and move away, but she hadn’t been able to force herself to do it – it had just felt too good to feel his strong heartbeat under her fingers as she’d caressed him.
Her desire to know more about him had led to her questions about his brother and hearing the truth had been upsetting. She’d regretted almost instantly that she’d dampened their night with such a dark topic. She couldn’t remember actually meeting his brother when she was younger since Logan had lived in the dorms at that time and she’d lived at home with their parents. Michael’s death had come a couple months before her parents’ own deaths. Knowing that he’d taken his own life and that Shane had to deal with the guilt of that had broken her heart, but she was grateful that he’d been willing to share so much of himself with her.
Kissing him hadn’t been part of her plan at all and she definitely hadn’t intended to crawl all over him like a monkey before she even got her lips on his. It was like something inside had just taken over her body and knew what it needed. There’d been no fear this time and she wasn’t sure if that was because he hadn’t reached for her or if it was because her body instinctively knew he wouldn’t hurt her. A thrill had run through her when he finally kissed her back and her insides had melted when he told her to pull him free of the confinement of his jeans. It was thrilling to know she’d put him into that state and the rush of removing his cock from his pants while he forced himself to keep his hands off her had given her the strength she needed to follow through with the task.
Seeing his hard, nearly purple cock leaking that clear fluid against her fingers had turned her on in a way that she didn’t know was possible and she’d only managed to give him a few strokes before she felt the need to rub up against him. Sensation had shot through her body as her clit came into contact with his hardness and the pure want had taken over as she gyrated against him, searching for more. Grabbing his hand had been bold, but she’d known he could give her what she desperately craved and within seconds of his hand touching her, she felt everything inside tighten up into an almost unbearable coil of raw need.
She’d had no idea what she was reaching for but as it sucked her in, she’d felt a moment of panic and had tried to draw back. But his deep, gentle voice – strangled with his own desire – had given her the lifeline she needed as she flung herself over the edge. Everything had gone dark for a split second and then it was like lights and sparks lashed through every cell in her body. She’d had absolutely no control as her body twisted and thrashed against his and it had been unbelievably freeing.
As the liquid fire had raced through her veins, she had felt his hips push up and his cock thickened in her hand and then suddenly there was hot liquid splashing down over her fingers and all over his chest and abdomen. She’d wished she had thought to push up his shirt so she could see the milky white fluid covering his rippling muscles. It would have been more fun to learn his taste that way. Heat washed through her cheeks as she remembered the look he had given her when she licked the salty, bitter substance from her finger.
When he had pulled free of her and gone to get the washcloth, a rush of doubt had swept through her. The silence had been awkward and she should have kept her mouth shut because a sexually self-confident woman wouldn’t desperately need her partner’s reassurance. And then the words had just tumbled from her mouth and then a rush of humiliation when he shook his head. But his next words had had her flying high. If he was telling her the truth that it had never been like that for him wi
th another woman, then maybe it meant there was something more than the obvious physical attraction between them. She knew it was a risky line of thought, but her heart refused to crush that little shard of hope that had flared to life.
The talk about seeing a therapist as well as his decision to sign her up for self-defense course had been a stark reminder of why he was doing this, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be angry. She wasn’t as sure about the therapist, but she wanted desperately to be free of the darkness that still had a grip on her. And the idea of learning how to defend herself was quickly growing on her. It surprised her that it had never even crossed her mind to look into something like that – she supposed she had just gotten used to being a victim and her perspective was skewed. If nothing else happened between her and Shane, she’d at least be grateful that he had shown her what her body was capable of and that maybe, just maybe, she was strong enough to defend it from anyone or anything ever hurting it again, even if that person was herself.
Chapter 8
Shane knew he wasn’t going to be able to go through with what he’d agreed to. He’d thought he could keep Savannah separate from his professional life, but still maintain the emotional distance he would need. But last night had fucked with his head big time.
“More coffee honey?” Nell asked as she went ahead and filled up his nearly empty mug. He’d barely touched the food in front of him, but was on his third cup of coffee and it was barely noon.
“Thanks Nell.”
“Sure thing.” She looked at him fondly and then wandered off to see to her other customers. It had been a spur of the moment decision to have lunch at the diner, but one look at Nell’s pleased expression as he walked through the door and he’d known it was the right choice. He took another long draw on the bitter coffee and then forced a French fry into his mouth. The delicious combination of salt and grease flooded his taste buds, but there was no pleasure in it. He chewed automatically and finally gave up and pushed the plate away from him.
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