He runs a hand through his honey-wheat hair. “I never do not wear a condom. Last night was… unexpected. Take the pill, or I will shove it down your throat.”
Throwing the sheet off me, I stand. His eyes travel my whole body and his fists clench. I smile again as the sun fills the room, and I wonder what time it is.
“I guess you should have thought of that before you ripped me open. I have no idea why all the girls are panting after you like bitches in heat. That thing is horrible.” I wave my hand at his crotch. His eyes narrow, and I think I hear his teeth grind but can’t be sure since I’m almost in the bathroom. His black boot stops me from slamming the door and he shoves the Plan-B box onto his large sink.
He nods at it. “Take it—then I’m taking you to get on birth control,” he snarls.
Again, my lips twitch. After last night and the pain of his giant cock, this is almost payback. Almost!
“No. We don’t need to get me birth control. I have no intention of having sex with you ever again. Once was enough.” I snort and point at his penis. “Problem solved.” I flash him a big smile.
Okay, I’m making this way worse than it was. Yes, he has a ridiculous penis but I came harder than I ever imagined with his mouth and fingers. I shiver at what his tongue felt like licking my clit.
“You can’t be that ignorant. You have to know the first time hurts. I’m ripping open your hymen.” He looks at me like I might be dumb. And for some reason, I hate that. Holding my head high, I turn on the shower and step in not even caring if it’s ice cold. Thankfully it’s warm and then hot and I try to pretend he’s gone. Enjoying my new shower gel and shampoo, I take my time. I’m amazed that I’m not that sore. I mean, I’m sore but still, if he wanted to do that thing with his tongue on my clit, I wouldn’t say no. I don’t have a chance to think about it longer because Blade turns off the water and drags me out.
“Are you insane?” I push my wet hair back trying to wring it out. “I need a towel.” He blocks me and I want to stomp my foot.
He grabs the box, rips it open, and shoves the pill at me.
“Stop it.” I twist and realize he isn’t joking and will force that pill down my throat if I don’t take it.
“I don’t need the pill,” I yell at him as I slap his hand away. “I can’t get pregnant, you asshole. Although you can take me to a clinic so I can see if I’m crawling with the clap from your dirty dick.” He takes a step back, obviously not expecting that.
“What the fuck are you rambling about? You’re young and healthy. You can get pregnant.” He hands me the white pill.
I hand it back. “You take it. I cant. When I was twelve I got appendicitis. By the time my junkie mother took me to the hospital, it had burst. The bacteria got into my fallopian tubes.” I’m yelling, but he’s finally listening. “The doctor who did the surgery said I’m sterile. So you see, you need that pill more than me.” I brush past him, hot tears threatening to fall. I never think about this because it’s something that was taken from me, and much like my whole life, I hate feeling like a victim. But every once in a while…
Strong, warm hands pull me into his delicious-smelling T-shirt. Downy, spice, and a touch of smoke. It’s Blade and it’s starting to become familiar.
“I’m sorry. I am an asshole.” He strokes my hair.
I shake my head. “It’s not a big deal.” My traitorous voice cracks.
He sighs. “Such a badass.” That’s all he says and it’s perfect. He’s not trying to say it’s okay or that it sucks; he’s holding me tight and letting my truth come out. The tears that I’ve been holding for years, days, my whole life, finally spill over. And I cry, giant gasps of sadness. Sadness about my dad, mom, Benny, and the truth that I’m never going to be a mom.
He lifts me up and takes me to the mess of the bed. Blurry eyed I blink as he pulls his shirt off. His warm hands caress my cheeks. His lips kiss my tears that won’t stop. It’s like once the dam broke, I’m undone.
“Kiss me. Just be with me.” His warm tongue twists around mine. His hand cups my chin, his eyes roam my face. I grab at his shoulders as I seek his mouth, my core instantly becoming wet and slick. My body shivers as I quiver and pure need takes over.
I want him. I’m somewhat shocked at this. He licks my tears and I moan as his large hand moves to my breast, his lips following. As my nipples strain toward him, he grips my breast and massages it. His mouth is on mine as I open for his tongue. I pull at his hair and he bites my lip.
“I’m going to teach you everything I like.” His tongue licks my ear down to my neck as he sucks on me.
“Blade.” I drop my hands to the sheet as I push my head back giving him full access to my neck.
“Fuck, baby you like it, don’t you?”
There’s no need to answer because his thumb is dipping inside me and rubbing my clit. My eyes fly open as I look down at my legs spread open and his tattooed arm and fingers fucking me.
“Oh my God.” I’m bucking into his hand. He takes two fingers and thrusts them inside me as I hear myself saying, “Yes.”
Dragging them out, he rubs them roughly on my clit and I have to let go of the sheet as I grasp his muscled biceps. I’m whimpering. My core pulses as my hand grabs his strong wrist, and I don’t know if I’m trying to stop him or encourage him.
“That’s it, Angel. Open up those baby blues and let me see you come.” My eyes fly to his dark green ones as my body jerks and I blink as dark spots dance in front of my eyes, the pleasure so intense I might scream.
“Fuck yeah… look at me.” His gaze lands on me as I quiver and clench, his stilled fingers on my swollen clit.
“Eyes on me. I want to see you when I fuck you.” I blink again as he takes his hand away and unbuttons his pants. He’s not wearing underwear and his thick cock strains toward me. I want to back away but he is stroking himself. I lick my lip at the engorged pink mushroom head. I almost reach to touch it, but he shakes his head no. His hands pull me to the edge and he positions himself at my pussy.
“Eyes on me,” he grunts as he slowly pushes into me. I tighten and he groans.
“So tight. Angel, relax and I swear I’ll make you see stars.” I look into his eyes and relax as he thrusts into me. It stings slightly, but then he pulls out and thrusts again and I reach for his shoulders, anything, because he makes me feel full, whole. I can only hold on as he opens me wider.
“That’s it. Fuck, you are going to be my downfall.” He groans as his eyes stay focused on mine.
“Talk to me. I can feel you leaking all over my balls. You love my cock, don’t you?” I’m climbing, reaching for what seems like could be my own downfall. My stomach is clenched as he hits that perfect spot that makes me see spots again.
“Tell me.” He grabs under my knees and lifts my ass so he’s even deeper.
“Yes,” I pant and go over as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through me.
“That’s my girl. Milk the come out of me.” He is rough as he pounds into me and I whimper.
“Blade, I think I’m coming again.” This time, I lean up and wrap my arms around him as I jerk and come on his thick cock, barely registering his release. All I hear is my name and his beautiful body jerking and filling me up.
“Jesus Christ.” He thrusts inside me one more time and pulls out. Both of us sound like we ran a marathon.
“I have stuff that needs to get done.” He grabs me and kisses my swollen lips. Pulling up his pants in one quick jerk, it’s only now I realize he didn’t even completely undress. He throws his T-shirt into his hamper and reaches into his drawer for a clean one.
“I’ll be back later and we’ll go out with everyone.” His eyes rake over me.
I sit up. “But… what am I supposed to do all day?” He grabs his phone and cigarettes, getting to the door in three strides.
“I don’t know. Go lie out at the pool. Just don’t swim in it. I need to make sure it’s been cleaned.”
“Um, okay. I think I did
get a bikini. I don’t know how to swim, so no worry about me getting in.” Flopping back on the bed, I move slightly and notice the bottom sheet is stained with dried blood.
“Wait, you don’t know how to swim?” He takes a step toward me.
“No.” I look out the window, then back at his frowning face. “Stop looking at me like that. I moved around my whole life. It’s not like we had one in the backyard.” Getting up, I pull the sheet with me.
“Eve, I don’t want you by the pool if you can’t swim.”
I roll my eyes. “Do you have fresh sheets? These are ruined.” I look at the blood. Blade glances down at them.
“Leave it. Amy will take care of it.”
“No.” I straighten my shoulders back. “I would rather do it,” I say, tucking the edge of the sheet under my armpit.
Someone pounds on the door. “Prez, we’re ready when you are.” I think its Ryder’s voice.
“Minute.” He searches my face and must not see what he wants because he starts to rub his face with his hands. “I need a shower. How am I going to concentrate with the smell of your pussy on me?”
“What?” I whisper, horrified. I don’t know how he manages to make me blush, but it seems constant with him.
He laughs and I stare mesmerized at his tan face and blond hair. His eyes are such a gorgeous green it’s almost unfair. Glancing down, I study the pink polish on my toenails.
“Just don’t stab anyone and be safe.” He reaches for the back of my neck bringing me to him.
“The sheets are in the cabinet over by the pool table, along with extra towels. And I’ll teach you to swim—it’s easy.” He turns and leaves me. I sink to the edge of the bed and look at the mess on the sheet. Thank God I didn’t bleed on the comforter—I like how soft it is. Pulling my legs up, I look around. It’s so quiet now. With Blade gone he seems to have sucked out all the energy and taken it with him. I can’t decide if I should move to his clean side and try to go back to sleep or get up. It looks like a beautiful day, if the bright sun in the room is any indication. I can’t help but stare at the redhead hanging not ten feet away. Would he be mad if I took her down? I mean for fuck’s sake if I’m expected to live here with him, her fake boobs and stupid red hair are the last thing I want to gaze upon.
“You know what? I’m going to sunbathe.” I nod, jumping up and searching through the numerous bags from yesterday. I’m almost ready to give up when I stifle back a scream. A middle-aged dark-haired woman is standing in front of me staring down at my clothes.
“Holy shit, you scared me.” I look at the door. Does she not feel the need to knock?
“I’m Amy. Let’s take off all the tags and I’ll wash and press everything.” Her matter-of-fact attitude throws me for a second. She turns and looks at the bed.
I jump up. “I’ll take care of it.” My face heats.
“Don’t be absurd. And don’t be ashamed.” She starts stripping the bed sheets with so much authority I back up and let her move. She’s tall and thin and seems to be in charge.
“I… well thank you.” Clearing my throat, I realize I’m wrapped in a sheet. “I’m going to hop in the shower.” She ignores me as she continues to clean up his room, dumping the ashtrays, spraying the bed with Lysol. Scurrying into the bathroom, I stuff the sheet into a hamper and start the water. After a quick rinse off, I peek out the door. The room is spotless. The bed is made with navy sheets and a navy comforter. Big white throw pillows are on it along with my bikini. I still smell the lemon Lysol—when I spotted the can earlier, it said it’s fresh and kills germs. I make a mental note to remember that. I reach for my cherry red string bikini, slip it on, and pull on a sundress that we found at Forever 21.
Before I venture out, I need to find a perfect spot to hide my cash. I twirl around. His room would be the best place, but with Amy cleaning it every day, putting it under the mattress won’t work. I glance up at the hideous velvet painting. Standing on the bed, I lift it up. It’s freaking huge but it’s perfect. I stash my rolled-up cash behind it and jump down, straighten the bed, and look for Amy. I find her in the large kitchen drinking coffee. There are a couple bikers getting breakfast but they don’t even look at me.
“Hi, I’m Eve.” I hold out my hand to her. She raises a nonexistent eyebrow at me.
“Sweetheart, let’s get this straight right away. I’m thrilled you are the one. You don’t need to be shy. Now sit and let me get you some breakfast.” She indicates for me to use one of the stainless steel barstools. I plop down on the barstool and look around. This is the first time I’ve been in here in the daylight. The cheerful yellow walls are a welcome change considering the rest of the house sports a lot of brown and black. It has a row of pretty windows along with shiny appliances.
“I think this is my favorite place in this house.” Resting my chin on my hand, I look at her.
“That’s because this is my domain.” She waves her hand toward the rest of the house.
“I painted, designed, and order everything in this kitchen, so next time you want to stab someone, do it in another area of the house.” She cracks a couple of eggs in a pan. The sizzling butter along with the smell of coffee makes my stomach growl.
“So, what am I supposed to do? I’m used to working.” I twirl on the barstool.
“Well, today I would relax by the pool. I hear he’s taking you tonight.” Her voice laced with disapproval.
I stop twirling. “Is that bad?”
She hands me a fork and napkin, then places an omelet in front of me. I lean forward to look at it. “Is that broccoli?”
She washes her hands and turns. “Yep, Jason likes to eat healthy, so you will too.”
I want to argue, but since I’ve never had anything like this before, I take a small bite.
A burst of butter and fluffy egg melts in my mouth and makes me look up at her.
“This is delicious.” I swallow. “If this is healthy then I want it every day.” I pluck a large piece of broccoli and nibble on it. “This”—I point at my plate so that I don’t talk with food in my mouth—“this omelet is a whole lot different from the ones I’ve had at IHOP.” I smile at her.
She cocks her head. “I’m going to the store. Is there anything you need or like?”
I take a sip of the coffee and groan at the fresh bitter flavor.
“Eve?” I open my eyes and see Amy smiling at me. “Anything?”
“No, this is the best breakfast I’ve ever had. I completely trust you.” She seems to like that answer.
“I’ll turn on some music out by the pool. Jason wants me to remind you not to go in the water.” She grabs her purse and list and is out the door before I can say something I might regret.
Does he think I’m stupid? God, he does. He insinuated it earlier when I was terrified of his penis. Picking up my plate, I wash it. My eyes take in Amy’s kitchen. She wasn’t kidding when she said everything is perfect. It literally shines in here. Even the large glass window is spotless—there’s not a speck of dirt on it. I can see all the way to the end of the grass yard and where the gravel starts toward the front. Looking down at my hands, I use the pink sponge to wash my plate. I’ve never been ashamed of myself or where I came from. Maybe because everyone I was around came from the same place. But with Blade, he has this way of making me feel inferior or dumb. I mean, I know he’s older and obviously smart, but I’m smart too. Just because I didn’t go to school doesn’t mean I don’t have what it takes to survive.
Turning off the water, I spin around trying to find something to dry my hands on. My eyes land on two perfectly folded floral dish towels. Biting my lip, I dry my hands on my cheap dress rather than messing anything up. I open the sliding glass doors and step out into the beautiful sunny day. As I gaze up at the blue skies for a second, I let all my crap go and make my way toward the pool. With a deep breath, I smell flowers and chlorine. Strangely enough I love it. I’m so caught up in my shit I almost scream. A couple is passed out on a couple o
f lounge chairs to my right. The bright sun looks like it’s burning them up. But hey, it’s none of my business. I grab a lounge chair with a striped red pillow and drag it to the other side. Wishing I had thought to bring a towel, I look down at the pale blue water of the pool and hope Blade follows through and teaches me how to swim. The water looks refreshing. I pull off my dress, settle back into the cushions, and try to relax, listening to the pop music Amy turned on for me.
“God.” My hands slap the cushions as I shoot the couple a dirty look. I can’t relax with them there. I need to think about what has happened to me, create a new plan. Also, they’re going to be in a world of pain if they stay out here much longer.
I get up and walk over to them. The woman seems smart enough to turn her face into the cushion so only her legs and arms are red. The man on the other hand…
“Excuse me.” I kick at him. He’s fat and his beard is huge. Sprawled out on his back, he snores loudly, reminding me of Pedro. His black T-shirt and leather cut seem to be inviting the sun to bake him. Shaking my head, I acknowledge I need to get another knife. These guys can’t be trusted.
“Hey.” I kick at the lounge chair again. Nothing but another loud snore. I look at the woman. Much like the guy, she’s heavy and her dress is not covering much.
“Hello?” I give her a little shake. She groans and flops to her stomach almost rolling off the lounger. The sun makes her blink and curse as she sits up.
“Who the fuck are you?” she snarls as she covers her eyes.
I don’t answer her but point at her man or whatever he is to her. “He’s getting burned to a crisp.” Walking back to my lounge chair. I hear her scream at the man. He stands up, tells her to fuck off, and throws himself fully clothed into the pool.
A bunch of water splashes me as I gasp at the coldness. He comes up for air and looks at the woman. “Bitch, if you ever scream at me again, it will be your last breath.” I stare, my mouth hanging open.
“She was only waking you up because you were getting sunburned.” I have no idea why I’m engaging except that he looks like the meanest man alive and I feel sorry for the woman.
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