“Good,” I whispered, grabbing a condom and sliding it on quickly. “Remember this conversation when you go back to pushing me away in the morning. Remember this moment.” I began pushing into her tight pussy, my chest constricting. “Right. Here.” Cupping the back of her head, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her breathlessly. Our mouths were molded, warm and slow kisses shared between us. Her skin began getting slick to the touch, our bodies moving gracefully at first and then rougher toward the end. For once in my life, I wasn’t driven by lust, but instead by something different.
Madeline tore her mouth from mine, throwing her head back as she rocked back and forth. I kissed her neck and her chest, thrusting upward to meet her steady rhythm.
“Eric,” she moaned, her pussy climbing with a tightness that told me I’d be doomed for the rest of my life.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered along her skin. “I’ve got you for as long as you need.” I snuck my hand around to where our bodies met and brushed my finger over her clit, breaking her into tiny little pieces all around me.
Her hands gripped my head as she rode out her orgasm, and I gripped her even tighter as I rode mine.
We both crumbled back onto the couch, evening our breathing as I pulled out of her. Madeline never let go of me, her legs wrapped up in mine, and her head buried into the crook of my neck.
My mom texted at some point a little while later, telling me my father had left and I could come home.
But there was no way I was going home.
Not right now.
Staying in this recluse spot with Madeline was the only place I wanted to be.
Even if I knew she’d be pushing me away come morning.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Madeline
Not a single word was shared between Eric and me this morning. Nothing was said except for, last night, at one point when he’d carried me upstairs in t
he cabin, and laid me on the bed, and asked if I was still having nightmares at night.
I was sleepy, groggily answering him with nothing but the truth. “I only have nightmares when I’m not with you.” He pulled me into his body and wrapped my leg around his. His head nodded against mine, brushing along my hair. He kissed my forehead, and then we woke up this morning when his alarm sounded, and we both got dressed with nothing but our breathing shared.
My stomach was in knots the entire drive to our houses. Eric’s hand rested on my thigh, and it only made things worse. The sun was beginning to rise when I pulled into the driveway, and I kind of hated that because then he could see me clearly now. He could probably see all the uncertainties going on in my head.
Eric kept a hold of my leg for a minute as we stared at each other. I think he was waiting for me to say something, to break the ice that had thawed the night before only to freeze back up by morning, but I didn’t know what to say.
I wanted him. I wanted it all with him. The status. Calling him my boyfriend. Going on dates. Cuddling. Holding hands at school. I wanted the real deal, but how could that even be possible?
Just yesterday, Eric was ready to lay his father flat on his ass for something he did with my mother. There were too many questions and uncertainties when it came to us. I was hesitating on letting myself fall too hard for him because of the past.
So, for the entire day at school, I kept my head down. During class, I ignored the prickling along my neck that told me Eric was watching me. During lunch, I stared at my plaid skirt while I picked at my salad in fear that I’d catch his eye and see the disappointment he had there.
I had messed with his heart when we were barely teenagers, and here I was, doing it again—even if for the right reason.
My phone vibrated as I kept my back to my bedroom window, knowing Eric was likely standing there.
Eric- Avoidance. Always a great tactic.
Eric- I have to say, I’m enjoying the view.
My heart raced as I clutched my phone in my hand, unable to type anything back. The only thing I kept repeating in my head were his words from last night: Remember this feeling when you go back to pushing me away in the morning.
As if I could forget.
Eric- I’m going to the cabin for a party. It’s Piper’s birthday.
Something cold washed over me.
Eric- Plus my mom is working, and I need to let off some steam before we talk in the morning about what she and my dad discussed last night.