“Dude, what the fuck,” he growls, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Ren standing, ready to break us up.
“Shut up!” I give him a shake, trying to restrain myself from punching him in the fucking face, but then he has to open his trap.
“Calm down, man. If Aspen means nothing to you, why are you acting like this?” After that, all hell breaks loose. I punch Nash in the face three times before he can get a jab in, and Ren is separating us, pushing me against the wall, telling me to calm down before I can really get him to shut his fucking mouth.
“This has nothing to do with Aspen. I just hate your fucking face. I want to drink in peace without you yapping in my fucking ear about some pussy!”
“Hurting other people won’t bring her back, Q,” Ren whispers into my ear.
My chest is heaving, and my heart is racing. I feel trapped, the numbness is receding, and I have to find another way to make the pain disappear.
Adela is gone. My sister is gone.
The events from last night make me groan internally. Slowly, I open my eyes, which are so dry my lids feel like sandpaper. I groan as the light from the bathroom hurts my eyeballs even though it’s dim. I’m on my side, Aspen’s back is flush to my front, and my arm is wrapped around her middle, holding her to me.
She tries to wiggle out of my hold, but I only pull her closer, not ready to let her go. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Away from you. You shouldn’t be here.”
“Who says?”
“Me, this is my room, and we said one hour a week. You’ve been here six hours.”
“Six?” I look around the room and stop at the lit-up red numbers on Aspen’s alarm clock. It reads 5:34 a.m., which means she is right. I’ve been here for about six hours, and what’s even more surprising is that I’ve been asleep for most of that time. I don’t remember the last time I slept for that many hours.
“Sleeping doesn’t count. You sucked my dick for thirty minutes, so that’s the only time that counts. I still have thirty minutes left for this week.”
“That’s not the deal we made, and you know it.” She tries to shimmy out of my hold again. “Let me go.”
“You’re kind of cute when you think you’re in charge. I told you last night that was your one and only veto. The only time I let you tap out. Stop me again, and the deal is off. You’ll have to fend for yourself.” It’s an empty threat, but she doesn’t know that.
Her body goes slack in my hold, and I know I have her right where I want. Like putty in my hand, she lets me turn her around to face me. I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up her body, and she lifts her arms dutifully, letting me strip her bare.
I roll her onto her back and pull the flimsy panties down her slender legs before I chuck my boxers, getting rid of the last piece of fabric between us.
Lowering my body, I cover her like a blanket. My face is only inches from hers, and I take a moment to study her face. I’m so close, I can see every freckle on her nose, every variation of brown and green in her eyes, and every shade of pink spreading across her cheeks.
Her lips are pulled into a frown. She isn’t happy, but she isn’t scared like she was last night. Now more than ever do I thank the fucking universe I was able to stop myself.
I’ve done bad things, and I’ve taken a lot from Aspen, but nothing felt as bad as it did last night. Somehow, it felt different, worse, and something tells me if I had crossed that line, it would have broken her and etched a darkness into my soul I would have never been able to get rid of.
“Now spread your legs for me and keep them open. And don’t look so miserable. If you behave, I’ll make you come too.” My offer only pours gas into the fire burning in her eyes.
The hazel color turns into a simmering ember, and I snake a hand between her legs and press two fingers inside her cunt. She isn’t wet enough to make this a comfortable experience for the two of us, so I pull the digits out and focus my attention on her clit.
Staring into her eyes, I watch as her resistance to me crumbles while I stroke her clit, circling the bud over and over until I start to feel her arousal on my fingers. Straight white teeth sink into her bottom lip as she tries to stifle a moan of pleasure. Her lustful gaze clashes with my own.