The pressure inside me builds along with his thrusts, until it bursts out, sending my hips jolting and my mind soaring. “Oh!” I yell, my nails digging into his arms.
His thrusts become firmer, as he pushes his length in as far as it can go. With one last pump, he shudders against me before leaning forward and kissing me again.
Slowly, our mouths move together. The urgency of our passion, steadily draining away as our heart beats and breathing calm. Gently, we run our fingers over each other’s bodies, touching lightly as we continue to explore each other’s mouths.
Eventually, our kisses become smaller, slower - until we stop, and lock eyes as the gravity of what we’ve just done starts to sink in.
Sliding out of me, he rolls onto his back and looks up to the ceiling. Suddenly, I feel very cold, and incredibly guilty.
“We can’t do this again,” I whisper.
“And we can’t tell Ed,” he returns. I roll my head to the side on the pillow and find him also looking at me.
The moment our eyes reconnect, something passes between us, and we roll into each other, wrapping our bodies up together as we lock our lips, moving as one, touching each other, devouring each other.
After another round of mind blowing sex, we lay together, still wrapped in each other’s arms and catch our breath.
“Tell me about who you are Paige. I want to know you,” he whispers, brushing his fingers through my hair as I rest my head on his chest.
I relay my entire story to him, from the time I got kicked out, until the night I met them in the club. I didn’t bother hiding any of it. I had a feeling he’d see through any lie that I told him. So, I was honest, and it felt good to say it all, to let it out.
I’ve spent months pretending to be another person, so it was kind of like reclaiming Paige, the girl from the mirror, and making her me again.
“So you’re only seventeen?” he reiterates.
“I am. Does that change anything for you?”
“No. I don’t see age as a problem. I just want you.” He hooks his finger under my chin and pulls my mouth up to his. Slowly, our mouths move together, and I’m lost in his arms. I'm lost in his mouth. I’m lost in him.
For the rest of the day, we explore each other’s bodies, and I honestly forget all about where I am and who I’m with. More importantly, I forget who I’m not with.
We lose track of time. We get greedy, or we just don’t care. But, when Ed appears in the doorway and finds us together. I almost die.
“Ed!” I yell out, my eyes locked with his.
Matthew pauses mid-pump, a horrified look upon his face as the name registers in his mind.
“Oh no,” he groans.
We scramble to separate and cover ourselves with the bed clothes, but it makes no difference. It’s too late.
I don’t know how long Ed’s been standing there for. But, his face is dark and stormy. He’s been watching us. He saw exactly what we were doing. Oh god.
The expression on his face breaks my heart. I’ve just hurt the kindest, most gentle man I’ve ever known.
Chapter Twenty-One
Never again can I let my attraction toward someone cloud my mind and make me compromise myself.
I guess it would have been better if Ed had gone crazy and yelled, but he didn’t. He just picked up my back pack and all the clothing and shoes that led him to us and dropped them on the floor of Matthew’s bedroom as we babbled nonsense, trying to explain ourselves.
“Just be gone by the time I get back,” he said to me.
“Ed. Mate. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over us!” Matthew pleaded.
“Fuck you!” he bellowed. The eruption of his voice reverberated in my ears and caused me to jump. I stood there, unspeaking, unmoving, as he left us alone in the aftermath of our lust induced and monumentally stupid decision.
We didn’t speak as we got dressed. We didn’t make eye contact. We knew what we were doing was wrong. But we did it anyway.
As I lifted my bag onto my shoulder, Matthew finally spoke. “I’m sorry Paige.”
“Aren’t we all?”