“Avery, I’m getting close,” he panted, further stoking my fire. I dropped all of my weight onto him, trapping his cock and grinding wildly against it. His words became a solid, breathy moan and his body grew rigid beneath me.
With one more cry of my name, Troy jerked, and a flood of warm liquid gushed between us. The scent of his release pierced my nostrils and made my eyes roll back into my head. I pounded into him at a feverish pace until I couldn’t hold out any longer.
My body lurched forward and my balls rolled as I exploded, filling the condom with my seed. One day, I would plant it inside him. I collapsed onto his chest, resting my head on his sweat-tacky skin.
Our breathing slowly returned to normal, and Troy’s tight grip relaxed. He gently stroked up and down my spine, tracing his finger over each knob.
I was so overwhelmed with emotion. I wanted to tell this wonderful man what he meant to me, and what he’d done for me. He had forever changed my life, and I hoped he would share it with me for all time. I was glad to give him every part of me.
For so long, I'd been desperate for a safe space; a place to rest my head and lay down my load. But it wasn't until this moment that I realized perhaps what I was searching for wasn't a place, but a person; a person whose arms were wrapped around me with unyielding strength, scooping up my broken pieces and holding them together. To him, my shattered soul was a beautiful mosaic. When he held onto me, I finally felt as if I could let go. He freed me of my burdens and helped me to soar.
But the only words my ecstasy fueled mind could gather were, “I love you,” and I hoped he could feel their weight.
“I love you too,” he whispered into my damp hair before sealing the words with a kiss.
Chapter Six
Avery
I locked my car door and hustled towards the restaurant where I was meeting Troy. My Algorithm class ran a little long, and I was running late for our dinner date.
Just as I reached the sidewalk which led to the front entrance, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I smiled, thinking it was a message from Troy asking where I was. He would be worried that I was late, and checking to make sure I was okay.
I pulled out my phone and smiled at Troy’s name, but the message wasn’t what I expected.
Troy:Hey, sweetheart. My client was late and our session ran over a few minutes. I’m on my way, see you in five. Love you.
I typed out a reply and hit send.
7:42PM:No worries, I just got here too. I’ll wait for you outside. Love you.
It was a nice evening, and I wanted to stand outside and enjoy the crisp breeze. Plus, I loved it when Troy held the door open for me, and walked in anywhere holding my hand. I was a little spoiled and very proud to be seen with him.
Just as I slid my phone back into my pocket, an arm wrapped around my chest. If I hadn’t just received a text from him, I might have thought it was Troy. But this wasn’t his touch; this was gruff and controlling. The arm squeezed painfully around me and dragged me backwards. Before I could yell out, a hand slapped over my mouth.
Fear and guilt bubbled inside me. Troy had warned me so many times about needing to be more aware of my surroundings. I always let myself get distracted, and didn’t pay enough attention to what was happening around me.
But it was impossible to miss being dragged into an alleyway. My back was slammed against a brick wall, and I was finally able to see who had apprehended me; Riley had his hands on my chest, pinning me to the wall, and Brant was standing next to him.
I didn’t roll my eyes or give a sarcastic comment; I was too scared. I had never seen them like this; hatred filled their eyes, and I could smell alcohol on their snarled lips. They’d taken me into a dark, secluded alley. It was obvious they meant me harm.
“Not so tough without campus security up your ass, are you?” Riley growled. Over the past couple of weeks, I honored Troy’s request for an escort, and apparently it had gotten under the guys’ skin.
“You think you and your boyfriend can talk to us the way you did and get away with it? Your bodyguard isn’t here now; all I see is a weak little bitch.”
I had to get out of his grip or I had no chance of defending myself. He had my shoulders trapped, so I was unable to move my arms. Instead, I slammed my head forward, headbutting him right in the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t ideal, as I saw stars for a moment, but it did the trick. Riley stumbled away, gripping his nose as blood gushed over his fingers.
I leapt away from the wall and considered running; Troy taught me that the best way to defend yourself in a situation was to remove yourself, but the other men were too close. There wasno getting away, so I dropped into a defensive stance, guarding my face with raised fists.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” Brant warned before stomping up to me. He cocked his fist back, giving me time to land a quick jab to his jaw as Troy’s words rolled around my head;quickness is key.Especially since these guys were bigger than I was; I needed to throw quick punches and get away.
Brant rocked back on his heels, appearing shocked that a lowly weakling was able to hit him. Shocked and pissed. He hurled a heavy-handed punch to my stomach. I closed in my arms to block most of the hit, but my gut absorbed some of the pressure. Pain burst through my abdomen, but it could have been way worse.
The ‘worse’ came in the form of a bloody fist from Riley, which landed beneath my eye. I stumbled and saw stars dancing in my vision again, but I shook my head to refocus. If I lost consciousness, I was fucked.
I gathered all of my strength, swiveled my hips, and threw a right hook at Riley’s jaw. It was Troy’s signature move, and he taught me well. I was surprised and proud as Riley fell back onto his ass.
“The fuck?” Brant yelled, bewilderment in his eyes. Unfortunately, they also held determination. He threw a wild haymaker, and while I deflected its bulk, his fist still grazed my eyebrow, sending a splitting pain through my head. I answered with an uppercut to his chin, sending him to the asphalt as well.