Page 85 of The Chemistry of Us

“Vaughan … right there…”

“Here, baby? You want my cock, here?” My dick throbbed to come balls deep inside her now.

“Oh God … yes … right there…” Her moans got louder and louder, squeezing the hell out of my cock.

“Yeah, baby, just like that. Come hard for me.”

“Yes… Don’t stop … please don’t stop.”

“I won’t. I can’t. You own me.”

She pulsated, and her sweet pussy sucked me dry. I came so hard my vision blurred, and my body trembled right along with hers. We went over the edge together, where I could barely see straight. We stayed like that for I don’t know how long, in our haven that would eventually turn into our hell. It felt as if an eternity had passed between us, and it still wasn’t enough time with her.

It was never enough time with her.

“I’ll be right back.” I kissed the tip of her nose and got up, going straight into the bathroom. Needing a minute to myself for what I wasn’t prepared to face.

My emotions held me hostage while I cleaned myself up.

“Don’t say it. Please don’t ruin this for me.” She was staring up at the ceiling when I walked back into the bedroom. Lost in her own thoughts with my white sheet wrapped around her naked body.

“What exactly do you think I’m going to say?”

“That you regret it.”

“Look at me.”

She did, her eyes already welling up with tears.

“Aw, baby.” I went to her and kissed her lips. I hated fighting. I hated all of this.

“Every time something intimate happens between us, you always push me away after. Please, just give me this. I can’t hear you say that you regr?—”

“I don’t.”

She sighed, fresh tears falling down the sides of her face.

“Don’t cry for me, Tru.”

“I mean for next time.”

There wouldn’t be a next time. I felt it in my soul. I came back to love her, to prove my love, to prove the trust we had, and she was still hiding things from me. Dad said she knew everything. So why didn’t she tell me everything when we were fighting? Why not now?

My thoughts were jumbled just being next to her. The next thing I knew, she was kissing all over my face, wrapping her arms and legs around me, seeking the comfort she needed in my embrace. I kissed her, softly pecking her lips, taking my time with each stroke of my tongue as it tangled with hers.

I tasted her tears.

Her hope.

Her love.

When I opened my eyes, I sawevery sentiment I felt through her gaze. We locked eyes.

I surrendered.

We lay next to each other. My eyes searched hers. “Tru? Is that the only thing you were keeping from me? The fact that Sandra and my dad have been together this whole time?”

She frowned. “Yeah, it’s the only thing. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

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