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The door opens and a territorial and protective growl bursts from me as my nails dig through his shirt, clinging tight to him. It’s like a beast has taken over me just from Kathy interrupting this.
There’s only one reason she has ever come in here and it’s not to be a doting mother. She thought since we came home from a party that I might be too out of it to stop her from hurting him.
Fat fucking chance.
“Oh my god! What are you doing?”
I glare at Kathy as Jer yanks my hips back down to him, thrusting hard and deep into me again. My body convulses from the move, but I know the intention behind it. He’s giving me a stiff–pun intended–warning.
The look of disgust and nausea on her face is laughable, but also a twisted form of justice.
“I’m fucking him, in case that wasn’t clear already.” I moan as he sinks his teeth into my neck. “Go back to your husband, Kathy. This one is all mine. Right, Jer?”
He grunts in response as his fingers dig through my hair, yanking my head back. “All fucking yours, baby. Every last inch of me.”
“Then fill me with your come. I want every last drop.”
I send Kathy a victorious grin as she runs off like an embarrassed little bitch, slamming the door as she goes. I hope she falls down the stairs and breaks her fucking neck.
Jeremy explodes, bucking his hips into mine with every pulse of his release. I feel every spurt, every shudder and the sensation makes me feel like a goddess with him between my thighs.
It’s the most powerful I’ve ever felt.
Using his hand still in my hair, he pulls me to him and crashes his mouth down on mine. Jeremy kisses me again, again and fucking again until I’m breathless and can’t tell if he’s still the one initiating this or if it’s my doing.
CHAPTER 10
THE GHOST
Jeremy holds my hand hostage asGhost Shipplays on the projector. I don’t think he would let go of my fingers even if I asked. His grip is firm as he holds my hand to his chest, his other arm wrapped around my shoulder.
I know I should sleep because school will be absolute torture if I don’t get some shut eye, but I’m not tired at all.
“Are we ever going to just… talk?” I ask, breaking the dead silence of the room. It’s only the two of us, but it’s quiet enough to think I’m alone. I might’ve tricked myself into thinking that, if it wasn’t for his grip on my hand.
He slowly turns his head and narrows his eyes on mine. “Talk?”
I roll my eyes. “I know. It’s such a foreign concept to you, but…” I lean my chin against my knuckles as I look down at him. “If you expect me to be yours, you have to give me a reason to be… and I mean for more than just sex. That’s not enough.”
His eyebrows knit with confusion, as if that was something he has never entertained. “But, we are talking.”
I almost laugh at his response. Why is this so difficult for him to understand?
“We do talk sometimes, but you never give much away. You give answers. You do realize that if I don’t discover something about you on my own, you don’t tell me. I just want you to open up and talk to me. I’ve done that with you for years and I’ve gotten scraps in comparison.”
He slowly nods. “So, you want the deep shit?”
“That would be nice.” I snort my answer. Compared to what I have received from him since Kathy married my father, anything he could say would be considered “deep”. “I know the superficial shit anyone would learn on a first date. Give me something else.”
He lets out a soft hum before he thins his lips. I can tell he is genuinely searching for something to satisfy my curiosity. And he’s struggling.
Then, he suddenly turns on his side and releases my hand, propping his head up with his other one. “Here’s something,” he mutters before he picks up some of my hair, running his thumb over the ends. “Kathy isn’t my mom. She’s my aunt.”
That’s surprising. They have a lot of similar features.
“Where’s your parents?” I ask, unsure of how to approach this.
“Dead. They died when I was four.”
