Page 74 of Corrupt Idol

He leaned back so she could crawl into the back seat, which was still in position from their last hookup. As she pulled her shirt over her head, Jesse awkwardly shimmied his way between the narrow opening and crawled toward her.

“Let me—” she began, but she didn’t get to finish.

He swung her to the ground, lifted her skirt, and thrust inside her. She screamed, but the sound was cut off when his mouth crashed onto hers. He ground into her, sinking so deep she fought back. He yanked on her hair and devoured her mouth savagely as he pumped feverishly until he climaxed. He threw back his head and roared, pounding his fist into the ground until it passed and he collapsed on top of her.

She swallowed hard as she stared up at the familiar car ceiling. Thunder rolled overhead while the rain came down in sheets, obliterating her vision of the forest around them and turning the trees into obscure, watercolor paintings.

Jesse groaned. “I’m sorry.”

“Do you feel better?”

He shifted his head so he could kiss her cheek. “No.”

Her hand slid into his sweaty hair. “I’m sorry.”

He shifted his hips and she gasped.

“I don’t think I can feel okay today, but now I can breathe,” he said against her ear. “Thank you.”

“We should—”

He grabbed her face and turned it toward him. His lips covered hers and when she opened her mouth to protest, his tongue interrupted. Thoughts of the funeral slipped away as he paid homage—sucking on her nipples until she screamed and fucking her so slowly that she almost ripped his shirt as she urged him on. No matter what demands she made or what she did to him, he kept his pace slow, almost reverent, and nudged her into a climax that made her shudder as if she was having a seizure.

He brushed back her tangled hair. “I love you.”

She tensed beneath him.

“I’ll keep saying it till you believe me,” he said.

“We should go.”

He made no move to get off her. On the contrary, he began to rock against her. He was hard again and clearly not going anywhere until he came. His eyes searched hers with such intensity that she looked away. He pressed his lips against her cheek.

“You can’t hide from me, Violet.”

“Hurry up, we have to go!” she snapped.

He ground her against the hard floor. She punched his shoulder.

“Jesse!”

“You can choose a different path for us,” he said hoarsely. “You can choose to forgive me, to love me, but you reject me instead. Anything you ask of me, I’d give. You’re all that I want, Violet.”

“I can’t do this!”

“You have to,” he hissed before he lifted her thighs and stabbed as deep as he could and spilled in her womb.

He pressed his forehead against hers as he tried to catch his breath.

“You know what hurts worse than saying goodbye to my mother today?”

She stilled.

“Knowing that the one person I love more than her is still here and doesn’t want to be with me.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before he rolled off of her. She lay there for a full minute as pain lanced her heart. Minutes passed. She listened to the sound of his harsh breathing steady before she reached for her bag filled with everything she needed to make herself presentable again.

She felt his eyes on her as she redid her makeup, smoothed her hair, and cleaned herself with a pack of Kleenex. She didn’t meet his eyes as she tended to him as well, brushing back his tangled hair and wiping away smears of lipstick.

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