Page 46 of Wasted Oil

He starts to slowly trace the scars along my back carefully like I was made out of glass, that if he made one wrong move I would break. It's not until I feel his lips kiss one of them that I break completely all memories rushing back with each one he kisses finally coming up to the one on my face.

"And this one?” He asks tracing it with his thumb, my hand reaching up to connect us together in that spot.

"I missed you at my graduation party. But I'm thankful you didn’t go to witness another gift from my father. I'm sorry I never reached out to you. I wish I have a better excuse, but I don't, it all comes back to me and thinking little of my worth and just being scared. If its any consolation— I kept all your voicemails.”

He pulls back, I can see the wall he quickly built back up, he’s closing me out.

"Don’t do that. Don’t pull back. You asked me to let you in. Now let me in.”

"Please.” I press my forehead against his.

"It was single handedly the worst night in my whole life. I didn’t just lose one person that night Mel, I lost two.”

And just like he did I sat there and listened to every word he said. He went on to tell me about how when he pulled up to the farm the night his dad died and saw the red and blue lights of the sheriff's car, how scared he was and that when he saw how heartbroken his mother and sisters were he got angry. I have never seen Rhett cry, until tonight, it wasn't a full on sob but just two little silent tears skidding across his cheeks. The whites of his eyes are a pale pink filled with mourning. He has been through hell, with losing his father, the farm being vandalized and losing me, I feel like a bitch. I should've stayed and been that rock for him.

“You know boots—," there's a stillness that comes over the water, and far away the frogs and the crickets sing.

"—that night I was planning to asking you on a date.” He combs his hand through his hair.

"This wasn't the date I had planned. But in my eyes and heart it’s better.”

I sweep my eyes across his side profile, the gentle yet hard facial features.

Taking my hand from the water I gently tread my fingers across it reaching out to grab his pruned ones in mine, tracing each finger from palm to the tip, ending on his pinky.

Slowly I round to the front of him wrapping my arms around his neck forcing him to look down at me. I push up my legs finding their way to his waist crashing our lips together. The kiss is passionate and filled with emotions aggressively becoming more untamed as he takes over. Our tongues tangled in a dance, both of us trying to prove something to one another. His hands travel up my thighs under the water up to the side of my rib cage, his thumb grazing the side of my breast, goosebumps erupting all over my skin and my nipples stiff.

I’m so into the moment that I don’t notice that he has moved us over to the dock until my back hits the ladder. Feeling the cool touch of the steps on my back. I grab the back of his head, fisting my hand in his wet hair, deepening the kiss before he breaks the kiss, nipping and licking his way down my neck across my collarbone stopping just above my breast.

A moan slips when I feel the heat of his breath hovering over the stiff sensitive peaks. His eyes look up at me,the moon that has made an appearance shining down on them. The heat between my legs has now become a full on burn, with desire and a hunger that is indescribable. He lowers his head with his eye still on me taking the rigid pebble in between his teeth pulling back ever so slightly letting it go adding just the right amount of pain to the pleasure before blowing on it.

My head falls back, “Please Rhett.” I moan out wanting him to touch me everywhere.

He rises back to his full height, water drops running down his chest leaning in closer,

“Climb.” Is all he says. I don't try to fight it I just do as I’m told.

Reaching my arms up I grab the highest point of the bars I can, and hoist myself up with his hands on my waist helping me. His touch has me squirming, trying to create friction. With one still on my waist he takes the other one and skims it down my leg stopping right behind my knee picking it up, and hooking it on his shoulder.

“Don't let go.” He says kissing the inside of my thigh finally landing his tongue on my clit giving it a flick.

"Never.” I moan out. I will never let him go, although I’m pretty sure he was talking about not letting go of the ladder.

"Fuck Rhett, Please don't stop.”

He continues using his tongue, the way he goes from soft licks, to long stripes running from bottom to top, like a man that has been starved for years and he just found his meal. My legs start to shake as my release starts to coil in the bottom of my stomach wanting to come out.

"That's it baby, give it to me.” His hand lets go of my leg snaking its way around to find my clit, giving it a little pinch.

“Fuck.” Every lick, nip or pinch has my head spinning, my body wanting to topple over.

“I want to taste you on my tongue, baby.”

I bring him in closer with my leg that is around his shoulder.

"Oh god, Rhett don't stop. I'm s-so close.” I grab onto his hair holding him in his position as I scream out my release. The world spins when he adds two digits stroking in and out, his thumb adding pressure to my sensitive bud, sending me over the edging, rambling out a string of curses.

My breathing is erratic, going limp. Rhett's arms wrapping around my torso lowering me back into the water kissing me hard so that I can taste myself on his lips.

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