Page 14 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part 2

My declaration hangs in the surrounding air, neither of us continuing the conversation. Instead, he slides my pants down to my ankles, urges my legs wider, and drops his towel. There’s something thrilling about him being naked and me almost fully clothed, only my ass on display to him. The silky, heated skin of his cock sits heavy in my hand as I stroke it skin on skin now. He moves my panties aside, and I line him up.

In one deep stroke, he plunges into me until he hits so deep inside its borderline painful.

The noises that we make lack any restraint, any courtesy. The people in the apartments surrounding his are getting quite the show as he sets a brutal pace and doesn’t let up.

I run my hands up and down his torso until he lets out a growl, snatches my wrists, and places my palms on the door, one on either side of my head. Well aware that he is using my body to get his frustrations out right now, I use the position as leverage and push my ass back into him, using him to let mine out as well. From this position he hits all the spots, revving me until I’m so fucking tight, I’m afraid my orgasm might be an actual explosion.

He realizes what I’m doing, and with a punishing grip, grasps my hips and slams our bodies together.

“Is this what you wanted?” he rasps as he drives himself home, my body arching in response to the delicious tingle of pain. Who knew rough sex would ever feel this fucking good. I can barely comprehend my jumbled thoughts, and it makes it hard to answer him. Instead, I lay my forehead on the cool door and cry out with each of his thrusts. There is a difference between faster and harder, and Riggs gets it.

“I need it harder.” He obliges and my orgasm hits so hard it brings tears to my eyes and I sob through it. His pace is furious, far from gentle, for a long while before he pulls out and comes in his hand, panting and grunting as he does.

What does one say after such a savage act—a mutual destruction of our hearts and bodies? A claiming fuck so brutal it leaves your body exhausted, sore, and sated but so full of adrenaline, you can’t come down?

I have no clue, so instead of saying anything and hearing his rejection again, I pull my pants up, buttoning them, and slip out the door. Tears well in my eyes once more, distorting the metal clad walkway in front of me. By the time I reach the top of the stairs, I can’t see shit, can’t breathe, and I can’t hear past the howling of my heart thundering in my ears.

CHAPTER7

“Hey girl,”Foxy answers her phone. I try for a response, but I can’t. I’m sitting on the top step of Riggs’ building trying to catch my breath and figure out what the hell just happened. “Charley? Did you ass dial me again?”

Inhaling a shaky breath, I let it flow from my lungs before I begin. “What are you doing right now?”

“What happened?” she asks, and I cringe at her concern.

“Who is it, Fox?” I hear Jensen’s muffled voice in the background and noise that sounds like a part of my best friend’s body is getting kissed.

“It’s Charley,” she gasps, and I’m pretty sure she slaps him.

“Is she okay?” Jensen asks, laughing, the sound light and carefree. I grasp on to that, trying to pull some of his happiness through the phone. Attempt failed. The weight of what just happened is sitting on my chest, restricting my breathing.

“I don’t know yet, I just started talking to her and you’re distracting me,” she gripes, getting annoyed. “Are you okay?”

What do I tell her? Because I’m not even sure I am okay. I should be okay. What we did, I was a more than willing participant when it would inevitably end with this. I did it anyway. Do I even have a right to feel the way I do?

“Foxy, I think I fucked up.” She shuffles along with Jensen and possibly Kai?

“Are you hurt?”

“That depends on what you classify as hurt. Can you come get me? I don’t think I should be driving.” She sighs and a sense of déjà vu falls over me. This conversation rings eerily similar to the one I’d had with them when Gramma died.

“Where are you?”

I grimace, hating to admit this because they all know I should’ve left his place long ago. “Riggs’ apartment.”

“Shit,” she mutters. “We’ll be right there.”

Kai drove my Jeep back to Jensen’s dad’s place. They were all hanging out with Mama T, but since his dad is out of town, they decided it’d be better to take me there.

Jensen texted Riggs to see if he wanted company, but he declined. No surprise there. Jensen also promised to check on him in a bit, and I rested a little easier.

I had no clue how he was doing after I left, but I had an inkling that it was similar to the emotions bombarding me. He shouldn’t be alone for long.

“Okay, explain.” Foxy twists the cap off of a hard cider for me and sits down with her amber liquid. I glance around at the guys and pull a face. I don’t mind if Foxy tells them later, but sharing a hate fuck session with my brother isn’t something I’m keen on doing. Guessing Kai doesn’t want to listen either, seeing as he stands.

“Girl talk?” he queries and I nod, ducking my chin.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to intrude on y’all’s evening.” Kai gives me a say-no-more expression and pulls out his own beer from the fridge.

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