Page 30 of Happenstance
Her fingers dug into my shoulders. “It hurts.”
“I know, baby. It’ll get better.”
I took my time, soothing her with my mouth. If I’d have known she was a virgin, I’d have done this slower. Ah fuck, who was I kidding? There was no slow when it came to my Angel, but I could ease her into it. I fluttered kisses over her eyelids and down to her neck, pausing long enough to enjoy her thundering pulse. Once I felt her muscles relax, I began to move.
Slowly at first, which was torture. I was balls deep in the most perfect pussy on the planet and all I wanted to do was pound into her. The instant her hips snapped up to meet my thrust, that’s exactly what I did. Pounded into her so hard, she had to bite down on my shoulder to muffle her screams…
Her teeth had dug sohard into my flesh that I’d had a mark on my shoulder for weeks. A mark I wore proudly. No one knew who gave it to me, but I showed it off every chance I got. Especially when she was around. That really pissed her off.
I watched her get out of the car and smooth down her shirt. She was wearing blue today. The same light blue she’d had on when I first saw her. Did she go home to change, or was that one of the many outfits she had stashed at school? It didn’t matter; I liked that color on her. It highlighted the natural tan of her complexion, and made her hazel eyes shine brighter. I liked it so much, I briefly thought about taking it from her, like I took the panties from her locker last week.
She let out a huff of air and ran her hand through her dark hair. My gaze honed in on her fingers moving through her silky black locks. I could feel them wrapped around my fingers, softly flowing over my skin as I tugged on her scalp. She liked it when I did that. When I was rough and took what I wanted, her cunt squeezed tightly around me. I went easy on her the first time. Next time, I’d give her what she really wanted. Long, deep, hard strokes, while I controlled her with my hands and body.
“Fuck,” I grunted, and adjusted myself.
Lana was coming. I had to get my game face on. I could play later.
Chapter 10
Lana
Istared at the Whitley house, big and grand compared to the place Nan and I called home. There wasn’t a fountain or grand garden of opulence, like at Logan’s, but it was just as intimidating. Mainly because of the people inside. Death on his pale horse, and the woman Nan called the Dragon Lady, were the least of my worries. Parker was the one who had my stomach flipping.
Gramps used to take me for walks. We’d wander through the forest studying the various plants. One time, we came upon a clutch of daisies. All of them stood tall and perfect, except one. One was crooked, bent a little to the left, with two oversized petals. I remember how it stood, beautiful, flawed and proud, despite the perfect flowers around it stealing all the sun’s attention.
That’s how Parker Whitley made me feel. One night, thirteen weeks ago, I was special and unique. Until he plucked me out of the ground and tossed me in the dirt. Another discarded flower that used to be loved. Standing there under the hot afternoon sun, I couldn’t help but wonder what happened to all those bouquets when people went back for them?
Knowing Sean was still the guy I thought he was should’ve made me feel better. Given me some sort of peace. And it did, for a bit. Until Parker kindly reminded me of our appointment. After that, all I could see was Preston’s cold, dead stare. I kept going through possible scenarios, hoping I’d come across one where I came out on top. Should’ve been easy for someone who managed to stay in the top five percent of her class. Guess how many plans I came up with? None.
Zip.
Zilch.
Zero.
Which was the extent of my loved ones’ survival if I didn’t make Preston’s brother ‘happy,’ as he put it. So I decided to do the one thing I could. Self-sacrifice. I mean, it wasn’t all bad, right? Parker had a sweet side. At least he did that night. And my child would have both parents. Who knows, maybe we’d turn out to be a real family after all.
I raised my hand to knock, but the door flew open before I could.
“Glad you could make it, Angel.”
I looked up at the gleam in Parker’s eyes.
Happy family indeed.Keep kidding yourself, Lana.
I sighed and said, “Can we talk?” May as well get this over with.
His brows rose. “What do you want to talk about?”
Here goes nothing.
I sucked in a deep breath and spit the words out before I lost my nerve. “Is the easy way still on the table?”
The asshole actually smiled. “Could be. I have stipulations though.”
Of course he did.
“Whatever,” I muttered. “Can you give me yourstipulationsinside, or is there some kind of passcode to enter?”
