Page 55 of The Love You Hate
“Are you calling yourself a bad idea?”
“Presley, I had the beast trained out of me once, but they couldn’t wipe you out. You stayed. Not only did you stay, you were the thing that pulled me to the other side. I thought maybe you’d take me back. Maybe a kiss was enough, even though I lied and betrayed your trust. I believed in us. When the reprogramming didn’t work, I knew this wasn’t just lust. My love for you was dangerous and real. It’s visceral. It transcends science if you want to get technical. Am I a bad idea for you? Yeah, I am. But I’m also the only person that will never stop loving you no matter what.” She licks her lips, and I think about sex. She blinks slowly, and I think about sex. I kiss her once more so she can feel what I feel, hoping the amount of everything I feel for her pours into her body and takes root.
She leans away, and I think she might tell me to get lost. That I’m not worth it, but I should know better. “Okay. Let’s die.”
My heart pounds as I tell her the plan. She unzips her dress and takes off all of her clothes, as do I. I have on an extra pair of underwear, so I’m not buck naked. The clothing is left on our seats. Hers in the back, and mine in the driver’s seat. We look like crazy people on the side of the road as I disarm the windows and security system so Coldren can stage the scene when he comes after. There’s an autopilot switch in case of emergency and I fry the black box with the pen so it doesn’t record any of my actions leading up to the destruction of the vehicle.
Tossing Presley a T-shirt I snaked out of a bag at the hotel. I try not to look at her naked body or the wound on her chest from that predator. She slips it over her head, and I can see that she’s anxious as she tugs on the hem and asks over and over what else she can do. “Is this what my dad felt like? Doing sneaky shit? It’s equal parts exhilarating as it is terrifying.” Barefoot, biting her fingernails, I think she looks like a vision. I grab an empty wine bottle from the trunk and toss it in the passenger seat for good measure. A better story when you connect the dots. A disgraced Charge Man drunk because he has to face the love of his life who couldn’t be erased. He will kill them both in the process. A fitting story, I think. A believable one at the least.
“I mean, you’re sort of meant for this life, aren’t you?”
“If I die, I can come back and make everything he did right.” Presley mentions something about Grant, and the deal she made, but I ignore it because I’ve enacted the ignition and the autopilot system and I need to give it my full attention. The steering wheel is pointed just slightly toward the woods on the right side of the road, and I close the door as it starts speeding up quicker than I can run. I chose an area that was densely wooded for a dual purpose. I direct Presley into the tree line far away from where the crash will take place.
I’m too wrapped up in watching the SUV turn into fiery red, orange flames that I’m not paying attention to Presley. “We’re going to be mountain people now? Those real rednecks that don’t give a shit about anything kind of folk, right?”
I grunt, waiting for the van carrying Coldren to pull up, not satisfied until I watch this unfold as was the plan. “Whatever you want,” I mutter, tapping the handgun against my leg. The just-in-case weapon I’ll have to dispose of as soon as we flee the scene because it’s tied to me.
Presley steps in front of me, cutting off my view with her naked body. “No,” she says, shaking her head. “You don’t understand what I’m asking for.” Her eyes glitter with mischief. “In woods. Right now. If you’re serious about this, you need to prove it.”
My eyes widen in shock. “If the burning vehicle in the distance isn’t serious, I’m afraid to ask what is.”
“Afraid, or won’t ask?” she says, neck working as she swallows. Presley drags a finger down my neck, over my throat, and slides it between my pecs. She splays both of her hands to across my abs, and my body bucks back at the contact. Not because I don’t want her touch, because it’s so foreign, and maybe some of the testing Coldren put me through subconsciously stuck with me.
“What’s serious?” I ask, tipping up my chin.
Presley grabs my cock through my underwear and squeezes. She takes the gun out of my hand and slides the shirt over her head. She places both on the ground. “Serious is how badly I want this inside me.”
I lose my breath. This is off script, but not so much for Presley. We’re hidden away in the woods, but also not in private. “Here? Right now?”
“What don’t you understand about serious, Nate?”
Brushing hair away from her collarbone, I let myself admire her perfect fucking body. I want her desperately. I feel electrified, or as if I’m dreaming. She drops to her knees, taking my underwear down as she slides to the ground. I step out of them, so I can be completely unencumbered and I realize I’m holding my breath. My exhale is noisy and exaggerated as she slides my dick into her warm mouth.
Now, to say it’s been a long time since I’ve had sexual contact is an understatement, but fuck do I instantly remember what I’ve been missing. With one hand on a tree next to me, I steady myself. A bird chirps in the distance, and if I close my eyes, I can hear the flicker of the flames in the distance. I don’t close them for long, because I want to watch her every move. Her big eyes flick up to meet mine and a twinge of longing hits. The urge to kiss her rises. To be inside her. Her tongue lashes out against my cock and her hand slides up and down, wet with spit.
“Wow, okay,” I mutter, teeth grinding together. Presley smiles with her eyes as I cradle her head with one hand. “That feels amazing.” She pops me out of her mouth and laves my balls, and I try to catch my breath in between almost doubling over. My legs don’t want to work. This feeling right now, overtakes all survival instincts. It has me ignoring a possible forest fire ignited by the car crash. Even though I’m aware, I’m ignoring everything except my dick and her mouth, I can’t do anything to stop it.
Licking up my balls and sliding my dick to the back of her throat one more time, she stands up, stepping backward toward a wide tree, pulling on my hand. “You’re hard. I’m wet. Let’s do this right now.” My balls tighten and my stomach flexes.
Nerves bounce, and my stomach flips. It’s been a long time, but somehow that doesn’t worry me. Very little worries me in this moment and I realize it’s because I finally have freedom. Stalking toward her I lift her under her thighs and press her back against the tree trunk. If I was in my right mind, I’d have put something against it to protect her skin, but as it stands, I can’t pause long enough to consider anything rational. Presley laces her hands around my neck and presses her lips against mine aggressively.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I say, tone ragged. It sounds like a plea even though I didn’t ask for anything. “God, I want you.”
“I’ve always wanted you,” she whispers back, moaning when I reach between our bodies and stroke her clit. A breeze cuts through, making the trees swish and prickles my skin. The sensation of the wind against skin that’s usually covered adds to the forbidden quality of this. Of her. She plants her lips on my neck and swirls her tongue at the same time as my fingers work over her. Presley moves her hips, squirming, seeking me out.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I rasp in her ear. For the first time since I can remember, there’s nothing else rattling around in my mind.
“Fuck me,” she says.
Sliding into her, I press my hips to sink in as far as I can go. Her scream is muffled only when I put my mouth on hers, and fix my grip to hold under both of her thighs to give me better purchase to fuck her at the pace I decide. This isn’t going to last long, not when I’m stretched this thin and the longing for her has built up this long. Presley leans her head back on the tree as I pull her small body off and on my cock. I let her slide all the way off and then plunge all the way back. Her moaning turns into ragged pants, and her pussy grips me repeatedly as her orgasm crashes. Face, pure ecstasy, the vision of her coming on my dick is all it takes. I explode inside her, holding her thighs so I’m seated as deep as I can. My legs feel weak so I lean into her body, using the tree to steady myself.
I don’t pull out. I stay inside her and kiss up her neck, to her ear, across her cheek until I find her lips. I prod them open in between her breathless inhales. “You’re mine,” I say. Thrusting into her to drive my words home. “Do you hear me?”
A string of spit connects our mouths when I pull away, and the sight makes my cock jerk inside her. Her eyes flutter closed. “I hear you, but am Imineas in yours to protect, or likemine,mine?”
Reaching between our bodies I stroke her nub while I’m still seated deeply. I smile when I feel her clench around my cock. “If I make you come again, you’re mine, mine.” There’s a faint smell of smoke in the air that brings me back to where we actually are, and the circumstances, but even that’s not enough to stop me, or her from caring. She leans back, letting her arms hang limply by her sides and closes her eyes. I’m still hard as fuck, throbbing inside. When I look down at our connected bodies, I see my come dripping, and intermingling with her slippery, pink cunt. It’s more vivid than any simulation—all-encompassing in a new way. I love this woman.
Presley grinds against my fingers, and the walls of her pussy move around me, sending more electric pleasure from the tip of my toes to the top of my head. “I’m coming,” she says, voice low this time as she works for it.
