Her Shadows, His Secrets

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I kiss her jaw. “I’m sorry.” I move over her collarbone, from one end to the other, leaving open-mouthed kisses. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” I repeat as I kiss all the skin I can that shows.

She cries with my apologies. “Take me home. Please.” She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I get us to the truck and grab her thigh, pulling her next to me. Up against me. She is texting Brenda, while I start up the truck and get us out of here.

“Is she alone?” I don’t want to leave my sister by herself.

“No, she has some of the other girls with her, and the guy she’s seeing owns the club, and he’s there tonight.”

I look to her. “She is seeing a nightclub owner? Great.” Another thing I will need to worry about—some sleezeball club owner breaking my sister’s heart.

“He is a nice guy, and they seem happy. But can we not talk about them? Can we just focus on us?”

She’s right. “I want nothing more than to focus on us,” I tell her. We slowly make our way out of town and hit the highway home, and when the city is in the rearview, she asks me to pull over somewhere secluded. “Why, baby?”

“I can’t wait to get home. I need your sorrys now,” she tells me, unbuckling my pants and kissing my neck. I’m hard instantly, and I do as she says. Finding a side road, I take it until we are in a grove of trees in the darkness. Putting the car in park, I let the music play, the song “All I Want” by Kodaline starts to ring out as I help her straddle me, lifting her dress and ripping her panties to shreds. I don’t waste time; I impale her on my cock, and we both let out a mixture of cries and groans.

“I’ve missed you,” I tell her.

“I’ve felt so empty. I’ve cried every night. Woken up in fits from missing you so badly,” she admits.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

She slowly moves her hips. “Say it again.”

I kiss the tops of her breasts, then pull down the fabric of her strapless bra, kissing each nipple. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I will say it over and over, as many times as she may need, to make her understand I will never break what we have again.

“You feel so good, princess. I’ve missed this. I needed your body. I craved it since the last time you let me have you,” I confess to her, watching her slide up and down, up and down so slowly it’s almost torture.

“You promise you will love me with no more lies? You promise… because my heart is more fragile than before… that you will not shatter the glass it’s made of?” she asks in between moans.

“Oh God. Yes, puppet. I will protect not only you but especially your heart.”

“Ohh!” she moans, grinding her clit against my pelvis on her downward thrust.

“So—fuck, fuck—so damn good.”

“Yes!” she gasps, bearing down on me.

“Tell me— fuck.” She tightens her walls around me, and it chokes my cock, nearly making me come. “Did you wear this dress, knowing I would come find you and beg for you to take me back? To make love to you in it? To make me jealous?”

Her eyes lock on mine, and she nods slowly.

“Bad girl. Such a fucking bad girl. Bounce on this cock and apologize to your man. It’s your turn,” I tell her, and that lust, that heat that overtakes her eyes, comes full-force, and I’m reminded how much I missed that. When she goes from shy and reserved to unhinged with wild inhibitions.

“I’m sorry. But I’m glad it worked. I— oh!” she yelps with a high-pitched sound, when I smack her gorgeous ass. “I wanted you to feel an ounce of the pain I felt when you did what you did to me.”

That’s fair, and she knew just how to do it. “You won. Fuck, did you win.” I take over, fucking up into her and bringing her down on my shaft over and over again.

“Ah! There, I’m there. Come for me. Fill me. Please.”

“Oh yeah, dirty girl. Right there with you. Choke your man’s cock.”

She does just that, and together, we explode, our orgasms in sync, and they feel like they roll on and on.

Once we settle, our breathing not so labored, she grabs my throat with her hand, switching the rolls, taking control. “Theo. Don’t ever hurt me again. Ever. There will be no third chances. Please.” Her face doesn’t flinch.

I match her and grab her throat, both of us doing this now. “I won’t, if you promise to let me always keep you.”

She smiles. “I never had anyone who wanted to keep me. You are the master who holds all the keys. I will forever be yours, always. I love you, Theo.”