Page 84 of Hell or High Water

“You okay?” I asked.

She nodded her head.

I doubted she was, but I couldn’t stay still. Sliding out almost completely, then driving back in, I knew nothing would ever feel this incredible again.

“Fuuuck, baby,” I panted.

Her fingers dug into my biceps as I held myself over her.

The prickling in my balls got stronger, and I knew I was close. But, fuck, I didn’t want to pull out yet. I’d just gotten inside her. Pumping faster, I reached down and rubbed her clit.

“Such a good pussy,” I groaned.

“Oh,” she whined and began to squirm under me. Her walls began to tighten even more, milking me.

“Goddamn. I gotta pull out, baby. Fuuuck, I’m too close.”

“No!” she cried, locking her legs around me.

“GAH! I’m gonna come.”

“Not yet,” she moaned, growing frantic. “It’s stretching me and hitting something—OH God, yes, that’s it. Right there.”

Shit. My entire body tensed as I watched her.

“THAN! YES! FUCK ME!” she screamed out as her body jerked beneath me.

That was it. I pulled out just as the first burst of cum shot out of me, spraying onto her pussy lips.

“Goddamn,” I shouted as I continued to ejaculate all over her cunt. “Fuck!”

Once it was done and I was left reeling, I lifted my eyes to look at her face.

What the fuck had I just done?

Thirty-Eight

Montana

In life, it was expected that you’d have regrets, but this would never be one of them. Not for me at least. However, the expression on Than’s face when he’d told me he’d go get a cloth to clean me up could only be described as regret. I had gone from my heart soaring and feeling so connected to another person to the heaviness sitting on my chest as a constant reminder that I was still alone. The experience we’d shared had been exactly what Than had been worried about. I’d felt a deep connection while to him, it had only been sex.

He hadn’t spoken or looked at me again, but he was determined to wipe me clean from not only his semen, but the blood. When he was done, he placed a kiss on my forehead, turned out the lights, and climbed into bed. I was struggling to breathe from the deepest ache I’d ever felt and turned away from him. His arm came around me and pulled me to his chest.

At some point, I must have closed my eyes and finally drifted off because I was awake, the sun was shining, and I was alone. Than’s side of the bed was cold, and it was only 6:33 in the morning. He’d been gone awhile, it seemed. The cabin was silent as I lay there, listening for any signs of life.

Had he left to go sleep on the sofa?

Tears pricked my eyes again. I’d fallen asleep, silently crying.

It wasn’t that I had expected my first time to be a magical thing with a man I loved. I’d heard enough stories from friends over the years of when they’d lost their virginity. But it had been magical at the moment. Sure, it hurt, but then it was…wonderful. I was his. He looked at me as if he wanted nothing else in the world. And for that time, it had given me the briefest taste of what it must be liked to be loved, to belong.

Boys had claimed to love me in the past, but it had always sounded shallow or silly. I’d not put much stock in the emotion. Not romantically at least. I loved my mom. But loving a guy the way movies, books, and even my friends had claimed was an odd thing I didn’t get.

Until now.

In just over a week, I’d fallen in love with Than Carver.

I could hear my momma’s voice now as she shook her head and smoked one of her Virginia Slims.

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