Page 31 of Run to Me
Hole overly sensitive and cock twitching, tears spring from my eyes. It’s too much. All of it. But also everything in the whole world. Who would have thought something so torturous could drive me closer to heaven. The sky is opening up above me, bathing me in light when he says, “Just a little longer. I need you to hold out a little longer for me.”
He comes with a low grunt, cock pulsating inside me as he fills me with hot liquid. I squirm, my skin tight and my head light.
Biting at my nipples again, he tightens his fingers around my painful erection. He squeezes around me, loosening his grip as he works his way back up my base. His skin rubs over mine, creating wonderful friction and sensations. Stars appear behind my lids when I shut my eyes, and he parts his lips over my ear. “Come for me.”
Letting go of all restraint, I slump against him, coming so hard I temporarily black out. My body feels both overused and restored. The room spins when I open my eyes, his hands creating tingles as he caresses my skin.
“You’re so amazing. So perfect. The best kind of good I could ask for.”
The door creaks open and we both freeze, my high quickly fading when I hear a loud gasp.
“What the hell is going on here?”
Our mom stands in the doorway, clutching her hand to her chest. Eyes wide and face pale, she steps closer. Her gaze shifts up and down as she takes in our linked, sweaty naked bodies, cum staining our stomachs.
Mortification sets in. No. They aren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow. This can’t be real, but no blinking or pinching myself takes me away from this dreadful moment. She’s not only really here, she’s still standing there, looking like she’s about to keel over. Jace’s eyes blink, his mouth gaping. Say something. Anything.
“I asked you a question. What is this?” Her tone shifts to a higher octave.
I lift the blanket around us, sliding off Jace’s lap. “I . . . You’re home early.”
“Hun, are they up there?” My dad calls up the stairs and my mom’s brows lift. She looks behind her, taking a step back into the hallway.
“Yeah,” she calls back. “They’re watching a movie.” Her eyes meet mine again, her face flushed. “Can you get the rest of the bags out of the car? I’m going to get started on lunch.”
“Sure thing.” His voice fades away as the front door closes with a loud thud.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, and frankly I don’t want to know, but it ends now. Right now. I’m going to leave this room and when I come back up here you both better be in your separate rooms, fully dressed. I don’t want your father finding out about this. He has enough to deal with as it is with your grandma in the hospital. That’s why we came back early.” Her gaze drops to the ground and she slowly slinks away, shutting the door behind her.
Her heavy steps pound against the wood floor and Jace tosses the blankets off him, moving quickly to his dresser. He throws me some clothes and pulls on some blue basketball shorts. Neither of us talk for a long time, the silence loud in the room.
Rubbing the back of his head, he lowers himself onto the bed and holds a graphic tee to his body, his eyes drooping. “I did this,” he said. “If it wasn’t for me—”
“No,” I say with conviction. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to take the blame for what happened. I asked for it.”
“That’s because it’s what you thought I needed.” He turns away from me, bunching the shirt sleeves between his fingers.
“I needed it too. Please don’t blame yourself . . .” Please don’t punish yourself, I want to say, but the words get trapped in my throat. I try to relay the message to him with my eyes, and his face contorts.
“You’re the one who keeps hiding all the scissors and sharp objects in the house. You sold all of Mom’s good knives in the last garage sale.”
“Yeah, and she blamed Dad. You have to admit, it does sound like something he would do,” I say humorously, trying to lighten the mood.
“How . . . ?” His eyes grow heavy, his hand bleeding as he digs his nails into his palm.
“All the scars and new cuts you kept getting.” I grab his hand, pulling back his fingers. “You don’t deserve that. I hate that you feel like you do.”
He yanks his hand away at the sound of the front door slamming. “You should go to your room. I’d hate to make her more mad than she already is.”
I rub at the blood on one of my fingers from his new wound and stand from the bed. “Yeah, okay. It doesn’t mean this is over. It’s not. We’re not.”
He looks away. “Go. Now. Just go.”
I open my mouth and close it before exiting the room through our shared bathroom. The distance hurts. I can’t stand being so far away from him or the thought of leaving him alone after experiencing a bad moment. I was trying to make him forget they existed for a while and all I did was cause more.
“Lunch is ready,” my mom calls.
I hurry down the stairs and Dad’s already sitting at the table with a glass of iced tea in his hand. Mom is busying herself around the kitchen, her expression blank, and Jace is nowhere to be found. I sit in the first chair I reach and Mom sets a plate in front of me, her eyes not once meeting mine. Jace comes down almost twenty minutes later wearing a long-sleeve shirt. He’s done something he doesn’t want me to see. My stomach cramps and I want to run to him, but I can’t.
