Page 162 of Unhinged

I can’t see her doing it from my angle, but I see her arm move and her lips vibrate on me. I moan louder than her. “Fuck, yeah. Imagine I’m eating you out.” Simone sucks and hums faster while I thrust faster. “I want to come into your smart mouth. You like when I fuck it?”

She nods, and her tongue whips around my dick. I hang my head more into the water and lose myself. She takes a break when I slow down, licking the head, but stroking me. She then puts me back into her mouth, and I grit my teeth as I fuck for me. My balls swing against her but slow as they tighten. I order, “Suck more. Harder. I want it tight like your cunt.”

I fall into a more punishing rhythm and mindset. “I’m in control this time. You’re just the slut I jerked off to. Did you enjoy fucking me while they held me down? And you’re the bastard who always copied my homework ‘cuz you were too damn lazy. But you’re okay with sucking my dick as I cried and screamed. How do you like it now?”

I grab the back of her head and ram harder. Her fingernails dig into my legs as I yell, “Son of a fuck!” As I come, nearly buckling my knees, she jerks out from my hold in the middle of my orgasm. I wheeze, thrown for a loop, as I hose the floor and wall.

When I finish, I catch my breath as I see blonde hair bowed as she’s scrunched against the wall. I kneel next to her as the water floods us, but she pushes me away. When I try to get close to her again, Simone looks up and seethes, “Back the fuck up, Gregory.” Oh, shit. She’s called me Rod before she has ever called me that.

I feel as if I blacked out yet remember everything. Like I was on autopilot, and even though I claimed to be in control, I had zilch.

I wipe water from my face but realize it’s not water when I sob like the crybaby I am. Ashamed of letting Simone into my garbage, I cover my face as I hyperventilate. Before I realize it, hands pull mine from my face and then go to my cheeks. Simone says, “Look at me, baby.” I shake my head and try to escape her grasp, but she holds tighter, despite the water. Since I can’t cover my face again, I refuse to look at her as I bawl. Simone says, “Shh. It’s okay. Breathe deeply. Do it with me.”

“No! Just let me leave.”

“I’m sorry, Greg. I thought it’d help…” When I turn my head side to side to avoid her, she keeps with me. “You need to see someone. You can’t live like this. It’s not living. It’s barely surviving.”

I push her hands away and yell, “I don’t give a shit about me! I fucking hurt you! I’m no better than goddamn Tanner!”

She shakes her head but holds onto mine. “No way. It got intense, and it scared me, but I’m fine.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me! I went to that dark place and took you with me! Shit!”

“I’m not lying! It’s my fault. You should’ve let go, not embraced it. I didn’t realize it’d be this disastrous for you. I’m so sorry.”

“How can nothing affect you? Tanner? Me?”

“I love you. That’s the difference between you and him. You are my world, and I won’t let you live like this anymore. I’ll see a professional with you. Marriage counseling, even. Finn and Hadley see a therapist together. Whatever I need to do to help you, I’ll do it.”

“Why? I’m so fucked up. Now you know how much.”

“None of it is your fault. You need to realize that. I want to help you because….” Her face scrunches, and she cries, “You doubt my love for you? I would slit a throat to defend you. I’d jump off a damn bridge to save you. Heights be damned. We’re soulmates, Greg Rodwell. And baby, we’re unstoppable.”

Simone’s eyes fill with more tears, and her mascara runs down her face—one of her biggest fears. But she’s so beautiful, even through my own tears. Amid the water, I say, “I’m sorry. God. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I lean my forehead against hers and release a shaky breath.

“I’m here.”

I hesitate but eventually nod against her.

Simone lets go of me. “We’d better get washed and dressed. We’ll be really late for dinner.”

I straighten with a smile. “They expect it from me.”

“Not me!”

After our shower and Simone lets me have the bathroom, I change into the jeans and T-shirt I brought. When I go into her room, I see her wrapped in a towel, rooting around in her closet. I cock an eyebrow as she looks frantic. “I don’t know what to wear!”

I sit on the bed and run my hand through my wet hair. “I told you what to wear.” I shrug as she frowns.

“I’ll do the pants, but I need to wear a decent sweater with it or something.”

I lie back on an elbow, watching her scramble. Seeing we have about half an hour and she’ll use up every second, I go to the bathroom door as I watch her put on a bra. Fuck. I was just naked with her in the shower, but seeing her do mundane things outside of it stirs me.

I clear my throat. “I need to grab something at my mom’s. I’ll be back to pick you up.”

“Okay.” She sees my white T-shirt and giggles. “Purple Rain?”

I smirk as she grabs a light pink sweater. “If you don’t get it, I’m not telling you.”

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