Page 21 of Drilling Deep

I grunt like an animal each time I hit the end of her, unable to stop. Cora tilts her head and pulls my bottom lip through her teeth, lighting a fire deep in my core. I’m already tearing her barely broken-in pussy apart, but that one little move makes me lose my goddamn mind.

I crash my mouth down on hers, kissing her as furiously as I fuck her. Cora’s thighs tremble, and her fingers curl into the hand holding hers above her head. She stretches, tensing every muscle, squeezing me so damn tight as I pound into her once, twice, three times…

And then she shatters, her climax breaking her apart into a million pieces.

I swallow down her cries and hold myself deep inside her, feeling her orgasm ripple around my cock right before I join her in complete ecstasy. My cum shoots out of me in forceful, almost painful bursts, but I keep fucking her, drawing out our pleasure as long as possible.

Finally, I collapse, completely spent and gulping air into my burning lungs. I roll over, dragging a sweaty, limp Cora across my chest. She curls into my side and kisses my shoulder before resting her head there.

I wrap an arm around her waist, keeping her close, while my other hand traces invisible patterns over the exposed skin of her shoulder and back. She’s grounding me, healing me, pulling me out of the dark cave I was exiling myself in. Maybe that’s why I decide to tell her about my deepest shame. My ugly secret. My haunted past.

“The reason I don’t talk about my family is because I don’t have one. Not anymore.”

Cora freezes, and for a moment, I worry I ruined the moment. God, what was I thinking? We just shared an incredible experience, and the first thing I say is that I’m an orphan?

“What happened?” Cora whispers, her hand moving to rest over my heart, infusing me with her calm energy. It’s something she’s done a few times now. I love how she knows just what I need.

“Robbery gone wrong,” I murmur, not trusting my voice not to crack. I haven’t talked about any of this shit since it happened. The only other soul who knows my story is Hawk. We grew up together, and he lived with my family for a few years. In the aftermath of my parent’s death, Hawk hitchhiked his way to California and joined the Savage Saints MC while I took the first out-of-state job I could find here on the oil rig.

Silence stretches between us, but it’s not uncomfortable. Cora is giving me space while still supporting me as I process. Just like she said she would.

“I was eighteen, just graduated high school,” I continue in a husky voice, trying to cover up the emotion tearing at my heart. “I should have been home that night. I planned on being home, but I got a last-minute invite to a bonfire, and it sounded way more fun than hanging out with my parents.”

I pause, letting my fingers trail up Cora’s arm and comb through her hair. I’m momentarily distracted by the strands falling in between my fingers. Everything about my Cora is fascinating.

“I was supposed to be home by midnight, but I had recently turned eighteen and thought I was too cool for curfews. I ended up crashing another party and stumbling home around three thirty in the morning.”

Cora gasps softly, guessing what I’m about to say next. It’s so much worse than she knows.

“I snuck in through my window and crawled into bed,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

“No,” she breathes out.

I nod. “It wasn’t until the next morning when I rolled out of bed at ten that I realized something was wrong. It was too quiet. Too still. I remember tiptoeing into the kitchen, not sure what I was looking for. And then I saw it.” I draw in a deep breath, and Cora presses a kiss to the side of my neck, gifting me with more of her sweetness. “My mother lying in a pool of blood. One gunshot wound to the head.”

“Oh my god,” Cora murmurs.

“My dad was in the living room, face down on the carpet. He had three bullets in his body.”

“Titan, I’m so sorry,” my girl whispers.

“How didn’t I notice anything before then? What kind of monster sleeps for seven hours without realizing his parents are bleeding out in the next room?”

“What? No, Titan, it’s not–”

“What if they weren’t dead? What if the fucker left a few minutes before I got home, and I could have saved them if I called an ambulance? At the very least, it would have given the police a fighting chance to find the guy who did it. Instead, he was long gone before the cops could assign a team of detectives to the case.”

“Titan…”

“I should have been there,” I say again. “I could have taken him down. I could have saved them. I–”

“Could have died,” she finishes for me.

I shrug. “Some days, I wish I had.”

Cora’s eyes fill with tears, and I immediately kiss them away.

“Don’t ever say that again,” she whispers, followed by a few sniffles. “I’m so sorry that happened, Titan. I can’t even imagine what it must have been like. But it’s not your fault.”

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