“Please don’t. Just don’t, okay?” I kissed her and felt it the moment she gave into me. My eyes stung from the ache that burned in my chest, while my heart hammered for her. I kissed her deep before I slowly pulled off her jeans. She panted beneath me, her eyes a little fearful.
“I want you so much, Taylor. It’s all I can think about.”
“Laz.”
“You’re all mine.” I pulled her panties down as she tentatively watched me and parted her thighs.
“You won’t remember this,” she objected. “Not the way you’re supposed to.”
I pressed her hand to my chest. “This is all you. All of it.”
Her breaths came fast as I closed my eyes, moved in, and tasted her.
“Oh my God.”
She tugged at my hair as she squirmed. I slid my tongue over my coated lips. “Stay still, baby. I promise you this is going to feel so good.”
“Okay.”
Trust.
That was what I saw in her eyes as I dipped my head again and darted my tongue out. I added a finger and her back arched as she wrapped her legs around my head and moaned.
“Laz.” Her voice was hoarse as I licked and sucked until her body shuddered.
Bracing myself over her, I leaned in and kissed her while she opened for me. Completely wrapped in each other, she pulled off my shirt before she unzipped my jeans. It was permission, and I took it. I leaned in on a whisper. “I love you.”
I centered myself at her middle and dipped my fingers in to stretch her, determined to take what had always belonged to me.
Breaks squeaked outside the barn just as I began to push inside her. “Laz, you in here?”
Taylor was up in a split second, struggling to get back in her jeans just as old man Mason opened the barn door.
And when she snuck back through her window that night, her mother was waiting. She wore fresh bruises the next day when I pulled up to her walking home from school.
“Don’t Laz, drive away. She’s got Amber in the closet until I get home. You have to get. My mother is watching.”
“Fuck that bitch. I’ll take care of this. Get in the truck.”
Taylor stopped and threw her hands up. “Amber is in a closet! You can’t take care of anything!” She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re high right now. You don’t understand this. You don’t have to live there. My baby sister is in a closet! I have to get home!”
I pulled the truck to a stop and nailed her to it. The side of her face was swollen and purple. She cried as I tried to console her but pushed at my chest. “I have to get out of here! I have to get the fuck out of here!”
“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m working on it.”
“Lies, more lies. She’s suffering because of me. It’s my fault.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I have to go, Laz.” She fought me as I tried to wrap myself around her. “It’s going to be okay.”
“Go smoke another foil, you fucking liar!”
I jerked back as she ripped a hole straight through me with her tongue. “All you do is lie. You don?
?t love me. You won’t help me. You’re just like my mother! Look at you!”
“That’s bullshit,” I defended weakly.