Page 44 of Bad For A Weekend

“I feel myself slipping minute by minute. It’s taking over my thoughts and seeping into my nightmares. I’m scared all the time. I constantly check the locks on my windows, am obsessive about the alarm system, and lie awake at night listening for anything out of the ordinary.” I hug myself, feeling a chill work its way down my spine.

To my surprise, Owen slides over, draws me into his side, and rests his cheek on the top of my head. Just like that, all the worry and fear that was eating me alive disappears. I wrap my arms around his middle and allow his warmth to push away the cold.

“It’ll get better, Bay. I promise.”

“You can’t know that for sure.”

“I do know that. You’re the strongest girl I’ve ever met. The shit you’ve been through is more than anyone should have to go through, and here you are, surviving.”

“Barely.”

“You’re lying to yourself if you believe that. You’re fighting. You aren’t giving into the dark.”

“I don’t know how much more fight I have left.”

He pivots his body and cups my face, tipping it up so I have no choice but to look into his brown eyes. My hands lower to his hips as if I have any right to touch him this way, but he doesn’t stop me.

“You keep going until you have nothing left. And when that happens, I’ll be right here to take over. You’re not alone, Baylor. I’m right here,” he says with conviction.

“Someday you won’t be. When this is all over, you’ll move on, and I’ll be alone again.”

His thumbs stroke my cheeks. “Don’t think about that. You need me now, and I’m here.”

“Finn kissed me,” I say because even though this is about my fear, it’s also about regaining everything that was stolen from me the night of prom.

“I saw.”

“Your kiss is gone.”

“It’s better that way. It shouldn’t have ever happened in the first place.”

“Liar.”

His hands migrate from my face, one skimming down my body and resting on my thigh while the other settles over my heart. “What do you want from me?”

“Finn took something I didn’t want to give him. Your lips should be the last ones to kiss me until I decide someone else deserves that.” It’s a lie, though, because with the way this man makes me feel, I only want his kisses for the rest of my life.

“I barely survived walking away after our last kiss. How can you expect me to do it again?”

“Please, Owen.” I’m not above begging him for this.

He blinks slowly. “How do you have this much control over me?”

Then, his lips are on mine, and it’s even better than the last. He grips the base of my throat, holding me in place while his tongue slips past my lips and tangles with my own. Nothing about him is tentative or cautionary like other boys I’ve kissed in the past, and it turns me on like nothing else ever has.

It surprises me because I’m not a submissive person, and I don’t mind being the decision-maker. With each of my past sexual experiences, I was the one in control, not waiting around for them to build their confidence. But with Owen, there’s no self-doubt. He takes what he wants from me, and I love it.

Biting on my lower lip, he gives it a tug, making me think he’s pulling away, but he doesn’t. He goes back in to leave another bruising kiss. His hand on my thigh draws me closer, and without pulling away, I climb on top of him, straddling his hips. We’re not alone, but I couldn’t care less.

His hard cock nestles against my throbbing core, and his hands move to my ass. I loop my arms around his neck, keeping him close and wishing I could slow time down because I know this moment will end soon, but I’m not ready. I need more of this. So much more.

He moans against my lips, exploring my mouth with his tongue that tastes minty and sweet. I grind down on him, getting a good idea of just how big he is. What I feel down there should scare me, but instead, I grow more excited.

Technically, I’m a virgin, but I’ve done plenty of other things that put me in front of a dick, and none of them have ever felt like this. My panties are soaked, and I don’t even have it in me to care that I’m probably leaking onto his dress pants. I’m too busy chasing a high that’s so close.

But I’m not fast enough. Owen pulls abruptly away, gripping me under the arms and standing. He deposits me back on the bumper and, chest heaving, takes two cautious steps back.

“Fuck.”

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