Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Vincent shifted somewhat, and then he was using his arms to lift himself off me. He reached between our bodies and it was then that I realized I’d come without him or me even touching my dick. Vincent grabbed the edge of the condom and slowly pulled out of me.
I instantly felt empty.
And cold.
And not just from the cum that had pooled on my belly and chest.
God, I’d just let a man fuck me.
In his backyard.
On the ground.
I waited for Vincent to say something…anything, that would make those other facts irrelevant, but I knew no such words would be forthcoming when he said, “We should go inside and get cleaned up.”
Humiliation coursed through me as I nodded and sat up. I grabbed for my jeans, bypassing my underwear, and began tugging them on, not watching as Vincent pulled the condom off. My throat was threatening to close off my breathing altogether, so I quickly stood and put my back to Vincent. My ass hurt like a son of a bitch, but despite the shame rolling through me, the lingering effects of the orgasm were making it hard for me to function. I managed to get my pants pulled up and my shirt on, though it ended up being inside out.
He didn’t say a thing.
Not one goddamn thing.
My fingers shook as I tried to get the button closed on my pants, but I couldn’t manage it. Even the zipper proved to be too much for me, and a humiliating sob tore free of my throat.
I felt him behind me, but he didn’t touch me.
“Nathan,” he said quietly as he came around me.
Nathan, not Nate.
Not baby.
I couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe. My heart felt like it was going to pound right out of my damn chest.
When he reached for my pants, presumably to help me fasten them, I jerked away from him. “Don’t,” I croaked, because that was all I could get out. And then I was pushing past him, wiping at the tears that had started to fall without my permission. I nearly tripped over Mickey as the cat raced past me towards the house. Minnie hopped off the lounger and headed for the door before I reached it, and both cats followed me up the stairs and to my room. I was oddly grateful for their company as I shut the door behind me and went to the bathroom. I got the shower going and began stripping my clothes off.
That was when I made the mistake of looking in the mirror.
I gasped at the sight of myself.
My hair was mussed, probably from the many times Vincent had grabbed me to demand I give him the answers he wanted. He’d been so dominant, forceful…
My body began to react to the memory and how much I’d loved the way he’d manhandled me. At the same time, he’d been so incredibly gentle.
I shook my head as I took in the rest of my appearance. My lips were glistening and swollen from all of Vincent’s kisses, and there were grass stains covering my entire body. There was blood, too, but I knew it wasn’t mine. At some point Vincent’s injured hand had likely started to bleed again, and he hadn’t noticed or cared. The sight should have sickened me, but it didn’t.
Knowing how badly he’d wanted me…
Finger-sized bruises marred my skin, too, and I couldn’t help but run my fingers over them. Who would have thought having such an aggressive, dominant lover would have made me feel so safe and wanted…needed?
My eyes fell to the streaks of cum that my clothes hadn’t soaked up, and I was instantly reminded of the powerful orgasm that had held me in its grip for so long. Even now, I wanted it again. I wanted Vincent to walk into that bathroom and wrap his arms around me.
God, when had I become so needy?
Anger surged through me and I stepped towards the shower. I needed to just forget this night had ever happened. It had been a terrible mistake, and now it was over. This whole thing would be over soon and I could go back to my life. I’d spend however many days it took for Vincent to figure all this shit out and get rid of the guy trying to kill me, and then I’d go back to being Nathan Wilder, budding politician.
Yeah, that’s what I’d do.
Fuck Vincent St. James, and fuck all this shit he’d made me feel.
Nothing had changed.
Nothing.
Chapter 18
Vincent
Jesus, how the fuck had I let this happen?
I dropped my head against the tile wall as I tried to make sense of what I’d just done. I’d fucked a man…no, a goddamn virgin…in my backyard under the cover of falling darkness, not caring one whit about what had been going on around me. Hell, the whole world had ceased to exist the second I’d buried myself inside of Nathan’s beautiful body.