Page 59 of Fight for Me

“Thank you, dear. And if you won’t make it here tonight because of... unexpected events, I’ll take care of Henry until you can pick him up tomorrow.”

I look at her incredulously and say, “You’re so full of shit, Ruth.”

“Watch your language, young lady. Go kiss that baby of yours goodbye and off you go. The dinner is getting cold,” she complains with a cunning smile.

I turn around and this time can’t stop my eyes from rolling, but do as I’m told. After I make sure Henry is content with the situation, I pack the food containers and get out before the courage leaves me.

As I head toward Brody’s cabin, I almost turn around twice, scared of what I will have to face when I get there.

Will he be happy to see me? Or will he tell me to get the fuck out again?

When I see the house appear between trees at the end of the rocky road, I tell myself that there’s only one way to find out.

I barely manage to get out of the car and extract the bag with the food, when the door to the cabin opens. I falter in my step when I see Brody leaning on the door frame, dressed in his work clothes – similar to the ones he had on the last time I saw him. His posture is casual, but his face is completely emotionless as he watches me. I eye him from head to toe and gulp. Damn, why does he have to look so good?

As I step closer, I notice the weary lines on his face. He seems tired.

When I step right in front of him, he doesn’t make a move to greet me or to let me in, just continues staring at me with this empty face that I fucking hate.

Momentarily I get unreasonably angry, and before I can think, my mouth opens. “Hi, Jenny, thanks for stopping by. Oh, you brought me food? That’s so nice of you. You didn’t have to do that, considering I kicked your ass out right after we fucked because you didn’t want to do something I wanted.”

Brody blinks at me once, but still, his face doesn’t change, and if possible, it makes me even angrier, so I continue with this mockery. “Guess what, I told you that I care enough for you to move in with me, but as soon as we disagree on one thing, you’re out. I won’t call, I won’t text, as if you never actually mattered at all. But it’s all your fault, after all, it’s you who jumped on my dick when I was defenseless and vulnerable, sleeping and minding my own business...”

I don’t get to finish the sentence because before I can even think about my next words, I’m being dragged by my jacket into the house, and slammed against the front door. The bag I was holding drops at my feet with a bang, and I gasp in surprise before Brody’s mouth attacks mine.

Without preservation, I kiss him back just as hungrily and moan in my throat when his hand lands at the bottom of my dress and grabs at my thigh.

As if I were trained to do that, I immediately lift my other leg to put it around his hips, and we both groan when his hardness hits my already wet core.

We start groping at each other, both spurred on by anger and desperation, and I cry out with pleasure when Brody swiftly moves my panties to the side and puts his fingers inside me.

My hips move on their own accord trying to create more friction, and I shamelessly moan, “Please...”

“Please, what...” Brody grunts into my ear after he bites my neck lightly.

“Please, fuck me,” I moan.

Without hesitation, he unzips his pants and removes his fingers, only to slide his hard dick inside of me. We both moan loudly, and then Brody moves back to look me in the eyes before he rearranges us and grabs me lightly by the neck, while his other hand supports my weight.

Then he starts slamming into me full force, my back hitting the door every time, and it’s the most out-of-body experience I’ve ever had.

It’s not long before my eyes roll into the back of my skull and I yell out my release, the sound echoing around the cabin.

Over the fog in my brain, I hear Brody muttering a string of curses as he speeds up and comes inside me soon after.

We stay entangled like this for a while, trying to calm our breaths. Brody’s face stays in my neck, and he gives me a small kiss before he backs away, and puts me down slowly.

My legs feel like Jell-O, and I have to lean on the door to stay up. I rearrange my clothes, and clear my throat, feeling so awkward after what we just did. “I, uh, can I use your bathroom? I need to... clean up,” I ask the wall because I can’t even face Brody.

From the corner of my eye, I see Brody watch me before he nods, and I don’t waste any time before I almost run upstairs and straight into the bathroom.

I clean myself the best I can and fix my wild hair, all the time trying to ignore the shame and fear I have brewing inside of me.

Isn’t that what I wanted? For him to use me for fun? I ask as I stare at myself in the mirror.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me? I told the guy that I didn’t want a relationship with him, and pretty much proposed being friends with benefits, but the moment I actually think about it, I feel sick to the stomach.

My eyes widen when the realization hits me. Shit. I love him. I’m in love with him.

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