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Wren is still out cold, lying on her back, the way I left her. Her face is turned toward the window, one hand up on the pillow next to her face. He is desperate to get her out of his house, but he pulled strings to get her into my school. I can’t figure it out. Then again, there’s no figuring him out. I’m wasting my time if I try.
She stirs when I slide into bed again, though I tried to be careful. “Is Tia all right?” she asks in a sleepy voice with her eyes still closed.
She cares. She really cares. I don’t know why that’s so surprising. Maybe I’m not used to anybody caring when there’s nothing in it for them. It’s totally foreign to me.
“She’s better.” When Wren curls up against me, tucking her head under my chin, I can’t help but close my arms around her.There’s something nice about it, and when was the last time there was anything nice in my life besides my sister?
“I’m glad. She’s a sweet kid.” She squirms, wiggling until we are as close as can be without sharing the same body. Pressed together with her breath on my neck and her heart beating against my chest. Something in me loosens, relaxes. For the first time in forever, I can relax without taking a massive amount of weed.
“Did I hear you downstairs?” she mumbles after yawning.
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper. Dad didn’t even ask about Tia, but she did. After everything I’ve done to her and everything she went through before that, living in that shitty apartment, having the kind of mother whose reputation is known all around town. She still cares.
I pull my head back to look down at her. Like I need to make sure she’s real, like I’m not dreaming her up. How can she put up with the shit I do to her and still cuddle like this?
Her eyes open once she tips her head back, gazing at me. I forget to breathe for a second while a hand closes around my heart and squeezes. Only Tia ever makes that happen, but here I am, with the same pressure in my chest as I lower my head and do the only thing that feels right.
Her lips are warm, plump, juicy. They part under mine and a sweet sigh escapes, turning to a moan when my tongue strokes hers. Something surges between us, pulling us closer together, heat building out of nowhere as I kiss her slowly, claiming her mouth. While I try to figure out what makes her who she is. She didn’t let all the hatred shut her down and turn her cold and hard.
Hard like my dick, which can’t help but respond to the way she keeps wiggling against me. She is warm, alive, very real, and she melts against me once I start stroking her back. Every stroke takes me a little lower until my hand caresses her ass.
She sucks in a breath, then moans softly against my neck. Her body moves again, but there’s something sensual about it now. Like she’s waking up to me. Because she can’t help herself—that’s what my touch does to her.
And this is what she does to me. She makes me grind against her and probe her pussy with my fingers. So wet, hot. She gasps when I find her clit and tease it in slow circles. The high-pitched, helpless noises she makes and the way she moves against me steal my breath and make my cock go harder than ever until it’s dripping in my pants. Her juices already coat my fingers by the time I work one, then two up inside her, pumping them in and out in a slow rhythm that makes her whimper and writhe.
Neither of us says another word. We don’t have to. It’s enough for me to roll onto my back and pull my waistband down until my cock is free, swaying a little, glistening at the tip. She seems a little confused, so I help her, pulling her on top of me, probing her tight hole until she’s shaking. I’m shaking, too, because nothing matters now but being inside her. I can forget everything when I’m inside her.
She gasps when my wide head breaches her entrance, closing her eyes while a whole range of emotions wash over her face. I can’t take my eyes off her as she lowers herself to my base, sighing sweetly once she settles in. “Ride me,” I growl, holding her hips, pressing my fingers against her creamy flesh. She’s so fucking tight, gripping me from base to tip, and the urge to come is almost too much to resist. “Come on my cock.”
With her hands on my chest, she starts to move, rocking her hips, grinding her clit against my base. Fuck, I could watch this for hours, the way she loses herself. Her eyes close and her head falls back before soft moans fill the air. She’s like a wet dream come to life, totally losing herself while she rides my cock.
I reach up and take off her shirt to palm her tits, playing with them while she moves faster, grinding harder. Her teethsink into her lip as she starts to whimper. “Feel good?” I thumb her nipples until she whines and loses her rhythm, frantically fucking me. “Keep going. Make yourself come,” I urge, looking between us and watching my cock disappear inside her.
“I’m… I’m… oh, my god!” She throws her head back, her back arched, while her pussy clenches tight around me before the muscle starts to flutter. The urge to let go is stronger than ever. I have to grind my teeth and ride it out until she falls against my chest, breathless and shaking.
“Good girl,” I whisper before lifting her off me and rolling her onto her stomach. She is still so out of it, she barely knows what’s happening, until I’m lined up with her pulsing hole again.
This time, I slam myself home, making her yelp into the pillow under her face. “Shh…” I urge with one hand against her upper back, holding her down, while I grip her hip with the other hand.
And then I take what I need. Hard and fast. The sounds of her muffled gasps are drowned out by the rush of blood in my ears. I drive her into the mattress with every quick stroke. Faster, faster. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the air with every slap of our bodies together, and I feel the rush coming while she tightens around me again like she wants to snap my dick off. “Yeah, come for me again,” I grunt. She moans into the pillow before her juices rush over me, dripping onto the sheets under her.
“Don’t come inside of me!” Wren whines when my thrusts become erratic. I almost tell her to fuck off and spill inside of her, but I have been taking the risk of pregnancy one too many times now.
I pull out with barely enough time for a couple of quick strokes from my fist before the pressure releases and my cum splashes across her ass. Another spurt, another, until her cheeks are painted, and I feel renewed. Clear-headed. At peace. For the first time in forever.
She lies still while I clean her with a washcloth from my bathroom, not moving until I collapse next to her. She snuggles up against me with her back to my chest, the little spoon to my bigger one. I’m smiling to myself a little as I wind an arm around her and pull her close, letting myself drift off for real. This time, there are no bad dreams.
25
WREN
This is weird. I don’t know what to think. Just when I’ve barely gotten over the last insane thing Briggs did, something else happens. We sleep in each other’s arms. He kisses me.
Now, I’m just as uncomfortable as I ever was before, but not because of him or anything he’s doing. Because of me, I don’t know how to act once we’re in his truck.
He hasn’t said a word for most of the drive back to the dorm. By the time we got out of bed and went downstairs, his dad was nowhere to be seen. Probably sleeping it off, like Briggs said under his breath as we walked out of the house. I’ve lived with enough drinkers to know how that goes. Buck is probably sleeping it off right now, too.
“Listen.” We’re on campus and pulling down my block by the time Briggs grunts. “I’m going to give you my number. I want you to text me the second anything happens. Got it?”
