I nodded and gripped his shoulders, hooking my leg around his hip. “Fuck me, Mo.”
His eyes flashed with wild desire. I had no illusions that after this, we’d be together. He’d most likely regret this and pull away. But right now, he was mine. No worries. No hang-ups. Just me and him. Right now, I’d accept that.
17
Maurice
I thrust up, and like an addict having a hit, pleasure and relief spread through my body as my dick filled her sweet tight pussy. Why did something so wrong feel so right? Something so bad feel so good? The universe hated me for sure. Why would it put Brooke in my path and not let me have her?
She whimpered as I plunged in again, her body pressed against the hard door.
“You want this?” I asked in a grunt.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes. So good.”
She was right about that. Each slide inside her was like heaven. I was rough. I was like a fucking rutting animal as I pounded away at her, seeking, reaching, chasing pleasure that I hadn’t had in a long time. Maybe not ever. Shelley and I had a fairly interesting sex life for a short time, but I couldn’t ever remember feeling this crazed and desperate.
My dick was throbbing. The friction was almost painful as I teetered on the brink of coming apart.
“I’m gonna come. You want that? You want me to come in your sweet pussy?” I asked gruffly in her ear. As much as I wanted this, my actions were fueled by resentment and irritation. Why did she make me want her so bad? Why did she want me?
“Yes. Come in me, Mo.”
I gripped her hips, tilting them and plunging in deeper. She buried her face on my shoulder as she cried out, and her pussy clamped down on my dick, shooting me to the heavens. I gave myself over to it. I let myself enjoy it. Just that sweet first release. But as I finished emptying inside her, the regret and self-loathing returned. Not only was this wrong, but I was a bastard to her. She deserved sweet lovemaking in a large, soft bed. Instead, I’d taken her angrily against the door. In her father’s study, no less.
“Fuck.” I withdrew, both hating to leave her and, at the same time, needing to get away.
“Don’t, Mo.”
I jerked my pants back up. “I’ve gone fucking crazy. We’re in your father’s house. While he’s home.” Jesus, it was like I was in high school again, sneaking into a girl’s bedroom. Maybe Brooke was right. Maybe I was the immature one. “We can’t risk destroying everything.”
She looked like she was going to say something, but then stopped and frowned as if she wasn’t sure what I was talking about. “Destroy what?”
Me, I thought but didn’t say.
She righted her dress and moved toward me, but I held my hands up to keep her away.
“Calm down. It’s all right,” she said, exasperated.
“It’s not all right, Brooke.” Why could she see that? Why couldn’t she respect the fact that I was all wrong for her? Any second, her father was going to come looking for us. What would he think when he found us here together with the scent of sex hanging in the air? “I’ve got to go.”
“What?”
I made my way to the door. “Make some excuse for me to Frank. Enjoy your dinner with him.”
I jerked open the door and strode out, making a beeline to the front door. Fortunately, Frank was still in his room. I was able to get out and to my car and on the road. I felt some relief that he wasn’t going to be able to shoot me, and at the same time, I was an asshole for how I kept fucking and then leaving Brooke. Surely, she’d see now that I wasn’t good for her.
As I approached my home, I turned on my blinker to make the turn, but then not wanting to rattle around alone in my house, I continued on. I didn’t know where I was going, but eventually, I ended up in town at the Salvation Station.
“Mr. Mayor,” Ryder said as I stepped up to the bar. I wasn’t much of a drinker, at least not in public, but right now, I needed something stronger than seltzer.
“Whiskey.”
“Rail or—”
“Rail is fine.” Lowest quality liquor for a low-quality man, I thought.
He poured me a shot. “You all right? The town isn’t on fire or something, is it?”