“Rage…”
He pressed a kiss to her lips and tightened his grip on her. “Don’t you dare fight it, babe. I’ll be here to take care of you. Now, let go.”
Jesus, fuck. The way her cunt clamped down on his cock was fucking painful, but he’d want this feeling again and again.
“That’s it. I’ve got you,” he said. With a feral growl, he followed her. When the scorching ecstasy finally released its grip on him, he relaxed against her, careful to keep most of his weight off her as he recovered from the strongest orgasm he’d ever felt.
After catching his breath, he pulled out, took care of the condom with a tissue, and pulled her into his arms.
Her face was tucked up against his neck, and he could feel her breath slide over his skin. He didn’t want the outside world to invade their first time together, so he kept her locked in his room.
They couldn’t seem to stop touching each other. For hours they lay in each other’s arms, talking and touching.
“You weren’t this big when I left. How did you get so large?” She ran her hand up and down his arm.
“After you left, I was angry.”
“At me?”
“At first, but when I thought about it, I knew I was being a selfish bastard and that you’re a caring woman. It’s one of the things I like about you. So, I spent a lot of time in the gym out back, lifting weights and fighting in the ring with a few of my brothers. It kept me sane.”
Her fingertips skimmed his cheek. “I’m sorry. I hated that I had to leave you, but my aunt was the only one that made my life bearable after my parents died.”
“How did they die?” he asked.
“My dad shot my mom and then himself.”
“Jesus Christ. Where the hell were you?”
“I was standing in the living room doorway watching them fight.”
“You watched it happen?”
She nodded. “Yes. I had nightmares for years. It made it worse when their blood and brain matter sprayed me. I had it all over myself.”
“Jesus, babe. That really sucks.”
“Yeah. The part that scarred me the most was when no one found me for three days. I sat with my mom and watched both of them decompose. The smell was horrendous, I’ll never forget it. But I had no idea what to do.”
“How old were you?” Rage asked.
“Five. I was in kindergarten at the time, and when I didn’t show up, or no one answered the school’s calls, they sent a cop over to check on me. He looked in the front-door window and saw me and the dead bodies. He called someone, broke in the door, picked me up, and took me outside. He wrapped me in a blanket and held me until an ambulance and more cops showed up. I was taken to the hospital, where I was cleaned up, fed, and I drank a lot of water and juice because I was dehydrated. They didn’t want to further traumatize me by putting in an IV. They said I kept asking why my daddy killed my mom. I was in shock for weeks.”
“I can’t imagine what you went through. My mom was a piece of shit, but she’s still around.”
“I went to live with both sets of grandparents, who were already old, and when they passed away, I was sent to a cousin’s house, but I don’t remember why that didn’t work. My Aunt Marie stepped in. She’d never married or had children. She was so good to me.”
“I’m glad you had her.”
Harley rubbed her chin against his chest. “Me too. Did you have any other family?”
“My mom had five kids, all from different men. Four of us were guys, and we had one sister.”
“Where are they now?”
“I’m not sure. We all just drifted apart.”
“Do you ever think you’ll look for them?” she asked.