Fade - Fighting Fate #3

by Maree Green

  Slowing my movements down, I gently pulled back and started kissing my way back up again. Taking her mouth after kissing her pussy was a massive turn on, especially when she accepted my tongue and kissed me back with just as much excitement.

  “Are you sure?” I breathed between kisses. “I could just finish what I was doing if you’d prefer . . . ?”

  She gripped me harder and shook her head. “No. I want to. I want to know what you feel like inside me . . . ”

  My dick twitched. “God, Amy,” I choked out. “I want you so bad right now.”

  She parted her legs even more, causing me to settle even harder against her, then she latched her hands into fists in my hair and tugged me down so she could kiss me.

  Not able to wait a second longer, I wriggled out of my boxers and quickly settled back over her. The feel of the head of my cock against her warmth had me wound so tight I thought I might actually pass out.

  My heart was thundering against my ribcage so fast I could barely catch my breath.

  “I don’t want to hurt you . . . ”

  Pulling me down for another heated kiss, she tilted her hips upwards, taking my cock farther inside her. I choked, my body suddenly filled with more sensation than it had ever been subjected to. Her heat was incredible, her body gripping my dick in a way I didn’t think was possible.

  Sucking in a deep breath, I tried to focus and go slow, breathing against her neck as I pushed inside her. Amy clutched me harder, the sound of her quick little gasps making my head foggier and foggier with each passing second.

  Shaking it off, I focused on listening to her body. It wasn’t about me. Not this time. It was about making her first time amazing. So with an enormous amount of effort, I pushed the fog aside and concentrated on getting her to her happy ending.

  Pushing in a little farther, I paused, then slowly withdrew a fraction before pushing in again. Amy moaned, making me growl in response, my hips automatically thrusting forward a little more.

  I watched her intently, waiting for her to flinch with pain or her body to tell me she was hurting, but she just clutched me tighter, her body arching up, wanting to take more of me. Clenching my jaw, I pushed in again, sucking in a sharp breath when Amy rocked her hips upwards, ultimately taking me all the way in.

  I stilled, suddenly panicked I’d hurt her, but then she sighed a sound of contentment. “Oh, God, Daniel. You feel so good . . . ”

  I swallowed hard. I wasn’t actually sure my voice was working. Her pussy was clenched so hard around my dick, I was sure I was about to start seeing stars. Or just spontaneously come.

  “I thought it was supposed to hurt . . . ” she whispered.

  I kissed her. I was still unable to move. “I’m not hurting you?” I asked. I really was genuinely concerned I was hurting her, but I was also trying to distract myself from how fucking good she felt.

  Gently, she shook her head. “No, but I kind of ache,” she said softly. “Like those times you touched me, but . . . more . . . ”

  God help me . . .

  Taking her mouth in a heated kiss, I pushed against her. This, I could do. Pushing up onto my hands, I focused all the pressure on her pubic area and rocked against her. Again and again. Her eyes widened a fraction before she moaned and closed them with a concentrated frown.

  Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling heavily, and then her hips started rocking with me. Desperation deepened her frown. Her hands found their way to my hips, where she gripped me and pulled me harder against her.

  “Daniel . . . ” she begged.

  I grunted and pushed harder. I was so close to coming, I wasn’t sure if I was going to last. Clenching my teeth, I rocked faster.

  “Oh, God! Daniel!”

  Her back arched up high off the bed, and I felt her legs clench hard around my hips, before my body lost its fight and I started seeing massive, bright, explosive stars.

  Chapter 13

  Amy

  It was just before breakfast time when Daniel dropped me home the following morning. I probably should’ve gone home the night before, but after making love, I really just wanted Daniel to hold me. Judging by the way his arm stayed wrapped around me the whole night, I liked to think he just wanted to hold me too.

  As he pulled up to the curb in front of my house, I shifted nervously. I really didn’t think he’d be the kind to do the whole ‘love ’em and leave ’em’ thing, but I was still uncertain.

  “Can I see you tonight?” he said, sounding as unsure as I felt.

  Relief swept through me. Giving him a smile I was sure told him as much, I gently locked my pinky finger around his. “I’d like that.”

  He exhaled, long and slow, before leaning over to brush his lips over mine. “I’ll call you later.”

  With my head in the clouds, I somehow managed to open the door and climb out. Knowing he was waiting for me to go inside before he drove away, I quickly punched in the security code to the gate and slipped through.

  Closing the front door behind me as quietly as I could, I turned to dash up the stairs, balking when Dad stepped from the office in front of me.

  “Where the hell have you been?” he demanded.

  I’d never seen him look so disapproving before. It instantly made me search for a way to make it all better. Well, that was before my senses returned. “I told Mom I’d be home this morning . . . ”

  He shook his head. “I expected better from you. I don’t know what you’re trying to gain from all this . . . rebellion, but it stops now. You will not be seeing that boy again. Is that understood?”

  I blinked at him, momentarily stunned. “Are you serious?” I asked, hoping he was merely trying to bully me.

  When I saw he was in fact deadly serious, I felt myself filling with anger.

  “So, it’s okay for me to see Ryan, but not his identical twin brother? How does that even work?”

  He bristled. “You know why.”

  I took a tiny step forward. Oh, I knew why, but I wanted to hear him say it. “No, I honestly don’t. Explain it to me.”

  His heated gaze turned into a glare. “No daughter of mine will be dating a military man, Amy. I forbid it.”

  Even though I’d been expecting it, my eyebrows still rose with incredulity. “You forbid it?” I took a deep breath, trying to calm the shake that was starting inside me. “Well, I’m sorry, but I’m not going to stop seeing Daniel. I really like him. He’s kind, and loyal, and treats me with respect. He’s twice the man Ryan is.”

  Dad’s eyes narrowed even more. “There’s no negotiating on this, Amy. While you’re living under my roof, you’ll do as I say.”

  I was so done. Since Ryan had dumped me, I’d gotten zero comfort or support from either of my parents. If this was the way they wanted things to play out, then as far as I was concerned, they could play on their own.

  “So, that’s it? I either stop seeing Daniel, or I move out?”

  “Exactly.”

  I watched him for a long minute, trying to make sure I wasn’t about to make a rash decision. Slowly, I nodded. “Okay. You win.” I watched the smile start creeping across his lips before I said the words that would beat him at his own game. “I’ll move out.”

  With that, I turned and started for the stairs.

  “You leave and that’s it, Amy. You’ll get nothing from me or your mother. You’ll be on your own. No more allowance. No more fully paid overseas vacations. No college tuition. Nothing.”

  I stopped on the bottom step and turned to face him. “Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Turning back to continue up the stairs, I paused and looked over my shoulder. “I expect the car is mine, considering it was a gift and all. I mean, I wouldn’t want any of your friends thinking you had to take it back from me. They might think you had financial problems or something . . . ”

  He blanched, the thought making his face pale somewhat. “Of course it’s yours. I don’t take back gifts.”

  Nodding, I for
ced myself to continue up the stairs without looking back.

  Taking every suitcase and duffle bag I could find, I packed up my room. Completely. I left nothing. I even packed my bedding. I knew Mom would only give anything I left behind away to charity anyway, so if I was going to have to start out on my own somewhere, I was taking everything I could.

  Stuffing the last of my things in my car, I gave my childhood home one last look before driving away for good.

  It wasn’t until I was a block away that the anger faded and reality drifted to the surface, bringing a lump to my throat. It wasn’t the reality of leaving that upset me. In my mind, I’d been preparing to leave after my sophomore year anyway. It was the reality of how much—or how little—my parents actually cared for me. The fact that they could let me go so easily hurt. A lot.

  I didn’t think about where I was heading. It was a given. Amber had been my best friend since first grade. Her parents were more like parents to me than my own. I knew they’d let me stay there for a little while. At least until I worked out if I was still going to college. Financially, I didn’t think I’d be able to afford it—not that I actually wanted to study law anyway. I’d only agreed to that to keep Dad happy.

  I sighed and shook my head. How many things had I actually done in my life just to keep my parents happy, even if I didn’t want to? How many things did I miss out on doing because it wasn’t good enough for their image, even if I was really good at it?

  I knew at the end of the day, it was my life and my choices, and I really only had myself to blame for not standing up for myself, but when you were raised to believe there was only one way to do things, you just didn’t consider there being another choice—especially when you were a teenager looking to your parents for guidance.

  Pulling into Amber’s driveway, I turned off the ignition and grabbed my small overnight bag. Amber opened the door almost as soon as I’d knocked.

  She took in the sight of me with my bag in hand, her gaze moving from my face, to my bag, then out to my packed-to-the-rafters car, before landing back on my face.

  Her eyes narrowed a fraction. “What did they do?” she deadpanned.

  I huffed. “Told me I wasn’t allowed to see Daniel while I was living under their roof.”

  She recoiled like I’d slapped her. “Uh . . . why?”

  “Apparently, marines aren’t high enough on the income ladder.”

  Her expression turned dangerous. If she could shoot lasers from her eyes, I’d be dead. Turning her gaze back out to my car, her features softened. “I take it from the look of your car, you didn’t choose the roof over your head?”

  I shook my head. “No. I mean, I really like Daniel, and I would’ve chosen him anyway, but it was the principle of it all.” I drew in a steadying breath. “You know, they still haven’t even asked me why Ryan and I broke up. All they care about is the fact that he’ll eventually be taking over his father’s company.”

  Amber gave me a pitying look. “Come in. You know you can stay here. As long as you need to.” She closed the door behind me and walked me to the stairs. “You go up to my room, and I’ll go tell Mom what’s going on.”

  The emotion of it all was quickly catching up with me. I nodded and swallowed, turning before she could see the shine in my eyes.

  In her room, I sank down on the edge of her bed and dropped my bag to the floor. I had no idea how I was going to do this, but I was determined not to let them win, just on principle alone.

  Amber walked in a few minutes later, a huge grin spread across her lips. “Mom’s going to come talk to you in a minute, but she said you can stay in Stephen’s old room as long as you need.”

  Stephen was the oldest of Amber’s three brothers. Being twenty-nine, twenty-seven and twenty-four, they’d all long moved out, leaving Amber on her own. Stephen was married with kids now, so his room was the obvious choice.

  I grinned a little at the thought of her brothers. It’d been pretty awesome at times being her best friend growing up. Her brothers were seriously good-looking. I’d had a crush on Alex, the youngest of the brothers, for quite a while when I was younger. He was always really nice and never made me feel like I was a pain in the ass. He was sweet.

  Ben, on the other hand . . .

  “Do I even want to know what you’re thinking?” Amber asked.

  I laughed. “I was just thinking about how nice it was being your best friend growing up.”

  Contemplating the teasing glint in my gaze, she rolled her eyes but laughed just the same. “Yeah, now I’m older, I can appreciate their boyish qualities a bit more. Back then, they were just annoying.”

  She climbed over the bed and settled against the pillows, fixing me with an intense gaze. “So are you going to tell me what happened last night?”

  My face instantly flushed as my mind was inundated with memories of Daniel making love to me.

  “Daniel looked pretty upset when he left, but I’m guessing you made up with him, seeing as you just chose him over your parents . . . ” she continued.

  My face heated even more, realizing I hadn’t even considered what everyone would’ve thought about me getting in the car with Ryan.

  Burying my face in my hands, I groaned. “God, I was so stupid to get in the car with Ryan.”

  “Well . . . ” Amber said, lightly agreeing with me. “Why the hell did you?”

  I sighed and threw myself back on the bed. “He said he just wanted to talk, to apologize, and then Corey texted him and said he needed more soda, so he asked me if we could talk while we ran to the store. I just didn’t think, you know? It was all just . . . I don’t know . . . innocent.”

  “Maybe on your part,” she said, giving me a look. “So what happened?”

  I exhaled heavily. “Ryan apologized, then begged me to take him back. I told him I was with Daniel, and then we came back here to find Daniel’s car gone. Then Ryan dropped me at his place.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “Ryan said he wants you back? Then he agreed to take you to Daniel?”

  I shrugged. I hadn’t really thought too much about it at the time. I’d just wanted to get to Daniel.

  Amber shook her head, her eyes wide with shock or horror or something. “So what happened with Daniel? He wasn’t pissed at you, was he?”

  She looked like she was about to go castrate some boys if I answered with an affirmative. I thought about Daniel’s reaction when I’d walked in his room, and my heart rate quickened. Sitting up, I pulled my knees up and turned so I was facing her a little more.

  “No, he was fine. We . . . uh . . . we talked, and I let him know I would choose him in a heartbeat.” I took a deep breath. “Then we . . . uh . . . I may have let him skip a few bases and steal home . . . ”

  She frowned for a total of one and a half seconds before her eyebrows shot up into her hairline. “Shut up!” she whisper-yelled. “You didn’t!”

  I felt my cheeks heat with a blush and buried my face in my hands again.

  Amber squealed, and I felt the bed move up and down. “Tell me, tell me! Was it good?”

  I looked up at her and laughed. “It really was. It didn’t hurt, though. Isn’t it supposed to?” I asked, worried something might be wrong with me.

  She waved my concern away. “Nah, your hymen probably broke ages ago using tampons or something. Besides, it usually only hurts if you’re really tense and nervous and not primed and ready to go. So, he was good, then?”

  I cringed at her directness before considering her question. “God,” I said, closing my eyes. “He turns me on so freaking much. I literally begged him to take me. I’m such a ho.”

  Amber started laughing and fell back on the bed. “Oh my God, you’re so funny. But that’s exactly why it didn’t hurt. I’m sure he didn’t take much convincing, though.”

  I shook my head, the depth of my emotions sobering me. “Do you think it’s stupid to think you could fall in love with someone in a month?”

  She pushed herself up to sit and c
rossed her legs, her expression now serious. “No, I don’t. I think it’s entirely possible.” She shifted on the bed, her brow creased with thought. “The thing with you and Daniel is that even though you didn’t know each other personally before he came here, you kind of knew each other by default, if you know what I mean . . . ”

  I frowned and shook my head.

  “Well . . . for instance, we’ve all heard about Daniel and what he’s gone through with his dad sending him to military school and all that, so we already had some sense of the kind of person he was before he came. Knowing Ryan made us feel like we kind of already knew Daniel in some way. The same thing applies to you for Daniel. Even though he might not have known who you were or that Ryan was even dating you, he would’ve heard things about you from his mom that gave him some knowledge of what kind of person you were. It’s kind of allowed both of you to bypass that phase of trying to work out if the other person is decent or not and just focus on your connection—which, might I remind you, is visible from the freaking moon.”