Vindictive Heir

How did she manage that? A sobering thought hits me. Did she strip her clothes off? How else would she have managed to move through without a trace? Ugh. My cock grows hard. I can picture her bare ass, the bundle of clothes in her arms as she rushed down the hall on her tiptoes. And I missed it.

Annoyed that she’d do such a thing when I’m not around to enjoy it, I let myself into my room. Elena’s stretched out on the bed, wearing nothing but an oversized towel. Despite the fact she’s covered to her knees, she looks good there. Way too good.

I unwrap the towel from my waist and drop it at the foot of the bed. Elena watches every move, her gaze lingering on my cock with appreciation. Nothing’s going to happen right now. We’re both tired after the work we put in. I’m still surprised at how she waded into the mud, intent on helping. I didn’t think she’d last to the end, but she soldiered through.

Is that why I suddenly feel like I need to be on equal footing with her? I reach for the switches by the headboard, pressing the button at the far end. The blackout curtains come together, leaving us in the dark. Tomorrow, I’ll tell her about the expenses. Then I’ll do more than touch her.

“You’ve changed,” she whispers.

I smile into the darkness. “Have I?”

“Either that, or you hid this side of you really well,” she admits. “I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen you with my own eyes.”

No, she wouldn’t have seen anything about me. I was very cynical back then. “Maybe it was a smart-mouth chemistry student who got me to think about my life.”

She chuckles. “Somehow I doubt that.” Then she turns to face me. “I’d say you were a pretty good person deep down.” She rolls her bottom lip. “Maybe I just didn’t want to see it at the time.”

I turn, going up on one elbow. It only takes a second to shatter the image she’s building. I lean in, hooking a finger where she’s tucked the towel ends between her breasts. “Don’t kid yourself. I got you here, didn’t I?” I pull the end out, running my hand down to palm the generous mound and play with the nipple. My gaze comes up to meet hers. There’s no apprehension now, no pulling back.

“Mmm, I suppose you did,” she replies in what might be the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.

All the aches and pains from the last few hours fade away. I search her face, trying to determine what’s going through her mind, but I’m caught by her parted lips. The one thing she made clear she wouldn’t be offering. However, I may have found a loophole. “Our deal doesn’t say anything about me kissing you, does it?”

The tip of her tongue comes out to wet her bottom lip. My cock responds to the promise in that provocative move. She has to know she’s caught. “No, I guess it doesn’t.”

I had good intentions when this started. I’m just not sure what happened to them. They may be at the kitchen table. Then again, after making her come this morning, I may have just blasted them straight to hell. All I can do now is be honest. “If I kiss you, we’re going to fuck.”

“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” She presses her lips together.

I nod. How many places have I imagined taking her? The kitchen table, the pool, the stairs, the truck… “And we’re going to fuck a lot.” The magnetic pull toward her assures me I’m right. I roll back the towel, exposing her before going back to play with her nipple. “Enough to get whatever this is out of our systems.”

She blinks, studying my face thoughtfully. “That works?”

“Judging by the divorce rate in this country, I’d say so.”

She nods solemnly, and, when I lean in, she tilts her head back to let me taste her. The fraction of a second it takes to reach her lasts an eternity. It’s a moment years in the making and as utterly satisfying as I’ve always imagined.

The moment’s electrifying, hot, and wild. She gives in, letting me take what I want. What I need. But it’s definitely me kissing her, and it’ll have to be enough for now.

We end up in a tangle of limbs, with her hands in my hair and my mouth on her nipple. My cock’s pressed against the inside of her thigh, ready to be called into action.

I release her long enough to reach behind me for the single condom I’ve set in the drawer. I bring it over, tearing the foil with my teeth. Her hands are on my chest, and it’s all I can do not to drop the damn thing as I kiss her throat.

My knuckle brushes her pussy, finding the wet folds. It’s enough to distract me, to have me following them as her body undulates beneath me. How many times did I hold back? How many times did I tell myself I couldn’t…shouldn’t?

Too damn many.

One twist of her body, and she’s bringing me over her. It takes no more than a second to make the decision then intentionally drop the rubber on the mattress.

Cupping her thigh, I spread her legs to run the head of my cock along the wet channel. Setting aside my conscience, I dive into her body, too eager to take her to be able to stop when I hit resistance. Gritting my teeth, I sink through the thin layer of her virginity until I’m fully lodged inside her.

Her hands tighten around me as she cuts off the little whimper that escapes her. I swallow the sound, surrounding myself with something between triumph and a fierce possessiveness I’ve never known.

Fuck. My heart’s beating furiously against my chest. This was only going to be a taste of her, enough to know what it was like to be inside her body. An act that screams of my selfish nature.

No regrets. I wanted her, I’ve always wanted her, and I let her know how much with every kiss, with every thrust, and with the echo of the bed against the wall. She replies by pressing her breasts against my chest, by tightening her grip around my cock, and filling my senses with a cry of release.

I press myself into her until her body goes weak. I stay long enough that her wetness coats my balls.

In one fell swoop, I’ve taken three things I’ve always denied myself: virgin pussy, a bareback ride, and the woman who’s haunted my dreams.

No, I don’t have a single fucking regret.