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“But, what about… what happened?” It was the last question she wanted to have the answer to, but she had to ask. Her body was on fire. Trip was doing things to her with his intensity that Cris never did.

“Fuck what happened.” He snarled his words like a wild animal ready to pounce. “No to the past, too. We’ve spent too much time on shit that doesn’t matter. What matters is you and me. What matters is here and now. So, no. No. No.”

Trip dropped his mouth and raked his teeth down her extended throat, ripping a moan from deep in her soul. His grip on her neck allowed no movement on her part. She was helpless as he nipped her collarbone.

His words pelleted the sensitive skin. “I am saying no, but all I want to hear from you is yes. Say yes to us, Jess.”

This was too good to be true. Cris was just letting go. It was the singular thing she’d hoped for so long she couldn’t possibly say no to it.

JJ knew it was time for the truth to come out, for her sake and his, but not tonight. Tonight, she was just a girl in love with a boy who was in love with her. Tomorrow she could be the broken woman who’d shattered his heart years ago and would soon break that of her best friend and her children. But tonight, she would be selfish.

“Yes.” A single word. Barely audible over the beating of her heart. Loud enough that Trip heard it. His hand disappeared from her neck so quickly she stumbled backward, not realizing she’d been leaning into his grip.

With one arm, he bent low and hefted her off her feet. “Trip, I’m too big.” How he could lift all of her with one arm was surprising, even with all his rippling muscles.

He set her down on the counter with a look of recrimination. “If I ever hear you disparaging my woman again, I will spank that sweet peach until it’s so red it glows.”

“Oh.” His words had her muscles clenching down in a way that said all it would take would be a touch and she’d orgasm right there.

“Oh, is right.” With no other warning than that wicked smile, Cris reached under her dress and pulled her underwear off. She wasn’t sure if he ripped them or not, but she couldn’t make herself give a shit. Her dress had ridden up when he lifted her, so no reason to keep it on.

When she pulled it over her head, Trip yanked the cups of her bra down and bit her nipple. Hard. The pain was still sharp when he soothed it with his hot mouth. JJ tried to tighten her thighs to quell her reaction, but they squeezed against his denim-clad hip.

In a flash, his mouth was gone and his rough palm flat on her stomach pushed her down, holding her there. Before she closed her eyes and gave herself over to the moment, she committed the sight to memory.

He had a real man’s hand. His nails weren’t perfectly clean, and the skin was tanned. The palms rough, not smooth and callus free. He wore a skull ring on his ring finger and a cross on the pinkie. There was no way he would be confused with any of the men from the modeling world, that’s for sure. And she fucking loved it.

Trip dropped to his knees and licked her pussy achingly slow from back to front before nipping her clit. Holding it between his teeth, he teased it with his tongue.

“Fuck.” The word rocketed from her lips as her eyes flew open. Trip released her clit and leaned back. Slowly, he licked his lips.

“Still like it rough, I see. Good.” He dove back between her legs and in no time, she was screaming his name as she came. What had once been good enough for Cris, wasn’t good enough for Trip. He released his hold on her stomach with a look that said, don’t fucking move. Which was fine with her. She couldn’t if she tried.

She studied his movements as if her life depended on it as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock free. He didn’t even bother to push his pants down, and he slammed into her slick body.

This time, they cursed in unison. He pounded into her relentlessly. Even with the sheer force he was using, her ass stuck to the marble, holding her steady for his assault. When he loosened his bruising grip on her thigh, he played her clit like an expert of the instrument.

“Your tits.” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips, nipping the bottom one familiarly. “Play with ‘em for me.”

She complied immediately, needing the extra stimulation. Chasing that high like an addict.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Trip seemed so lost in the moment, but in truth, so was she. His other hand gripped her hip, not as tightly as his good arm had, but he didn’t seem to care about pain.

Trip was fucking her into the next county, and it was a trip she was so ready for. Overdue for. Her breath caught in her throat when she got a telltale tingle. One she’d only felt two other times in her life and not in her teens.

Shit, shit, shit. JJ panicked. There was no time to warn Trip. “Sorry. Ahhh,” was all she managed before she squirted. But it came out more like saaaaaaaaaaaaaaarryyyyyyaaaahhhhhhhh.

“Fuck,” Trip shouted and pulled from her still quivering body, then pumped his dick and came all over her belly.

JJ imagined it was a comical sight as she was coming down. Both visibly coming in the kitchen of his family cabin where they’d spent holidays together.

Blacking out wasn’t an apt description of what happened next. Again, she didn’t have a long enough history to know what it was supposed to be like after squirting. But she definitely lost touch with reality for a minute.

As awareness washed back over her, so did shame. Trip had pulled out and now he was just staring at her like she’d just birthed an alien from her belly.

She wanted to scream at him that she hadn’t pissed on him. The last person who that had happened with said that’s what it was. He was full of shit, but it’d still hurt to have him look at her like that. Now Trip.

JJ scrambled off the counter, almost knocking him to his ass in her attempt to flee. She thought she couldn’t stay before, but now she was positive. She heard Trip calling her name as she fled down the hall.

Slamming the door didn’t shut out what happened or Trip’s pleas.

Haphazardly, she tossed clothes in her bag and only paused long enough to dress. “Shit.”

Her phone was still in the kitchen. She couldn’t face him, not now. Dropping to the bed, JJ let her tears loose. She couldn’t witness that look in his eye. It would destroy her with finality this time.

She would sit right there until he went to sleep…out there somewhere, then she’d run away and never look back.

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