I offered her a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose.
I then sank into her, feeling the cum rise up through my shaft.
When I released, I did so with a grunt. That first spurt of jizz was always the best. The rushing sense of relief, followed by my dick throbbing and layering the inside of her pussy with me.
I stayed right there with her, pushing harder at her, making sure there wasn’t a drop to waste.
Even after we were done, I rolled to my side and kept her with me. I was still inside her as I stroked a few pieces of hair out of her face.
“I don’t want you to go,” she whispered.
“I want you to spend the time with your aunt,” I said. “I don’t want you here alone.”
“Why?”
“I just don't like it,” I said. “The Reap has so much going on I can’t even have the right protection here for you. So I want you there. Just in case. Keep each other company.”
“You’re starting to make me worry,” Linds said. She touched my cheek. “I wish…”
I turned my head and kissed her fingers. “Sweetie, I know what you wish. Right now, I have to get through this. Let me get back and we’ll talk. All I can do right now is survive. This is how I’m going to survive, sweetie.”
“I hate when you say things like that to me,” Linds said. “Because I trust you so much.”
“I’m always going to protect you. That’s why I need you to do what I say. Go to your aunt’s house and just stay there. If she asks why, tell her what happened with that prick. Then bring up me. She always liked me. Right?”
“Yes. A little too much, honestly.”
“Remember the night at your graduation party… she let all those kids drink at the house. And you were with that Scott guy.”
“Ugh. Scott. That guy…”
“You were with him though. Be careful what you say. But all I remember was him in the basement, trying to see how many beers he could drink at one time. I snuck upstairs to your bedroom, a little trip down memory lane. Standing there, staring at the room. The bed. Goddamn, that house was such a sense of freedom for you. I had so many intentions and they just never worked out. Like there was always something blocking my fucking way. That’s when you came upstairs after me.”
“I thought someone went up there to have sex,” Linds said. “I was going to break that up fast. But then you were standing there. I swear, King, that was such a moment for me. I spent the night trying to ignore and almost avoid you.”
“Yeah, it didn’t show,” I said with a grin. “Watching you throw your arms all around Scott, trying to kiss him. Trying to make me jealous.”
“Did it work?”
“Maybe it did,” I whispered. “But I’ll never tell.” I winked and kissed her. “But we stood there in the room together. I could feel the fire between us right then. Then your damn aunt came into the room. Trying to manage the entire party. Remember what she said to us?”
“Yeah,” Linds said. “If you’re going to do this… do it right now. I’ll cover you two and keep an eye on Scott.”
Fuck. She remembered it word for word. The way her aunt said it and then the way we both looked each other that night, wondering if we should have done it.
History lesson: we didn’t do anything that night.
“I regret that,” I said. “Not pursuing you that night. I’ll never forget that night and I’ll never forgive myself.”
We kissed again. I pulled her close to my chest. I wanted her to feel my heart beating for her. I wanted to feel her heart beating.
I had to leave.
I had to figure out the mess I was smack dab in the middle of.
I had my girl. I had my cut. I had the Reap. I had a death row sentence hanging over my head.
I kissed the top of Linds’s head and smiled.
Fuck, she was the only thing that truly made me happy.
23
(Lindsey) *THEN*
THE BREAKING POINT had been reached.
It was a little after ten-thirty. I was in bed, watching TV. Another argument had broken out downstairs. Jim and Aunt Jane’s voices carried like rolling booms of thunder. She had told him she wanted out and he wasn’t going without a fight. I told her she was dumb for doing that. She should have just left him. We could have found somewhere to sleep for a little while.
But what did I know?
I turned eighteen six months ago. The world still considered me a kid, no voice to be heard.
Aunt Jane said she was buying a house and that’s why we had to be patient.
Whatever.
I turned up the volume on the TV.
The argument continued and finally came to an end.
That usually meant Aunt Jane would come upstairs to bed and Jim would go down the basement and drink. There was a rumor that Jim had a girlfriend already, which I know hurt Aunt Jane, even if they were getting divorced.
When my bedroom door opened I figured it was Aunt Jane. Sometimes she’d come to me to cry. She’d sit on the edge of the bed and cry her eyes out, apologizing to me. That put a lot of pressure on me to act more adult-like, even though nobody seemed to care when I wanted to do something for myself.