Chapter 93 Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Chapter 93
Kimberley 

He strokes in and out of me, his hips slapping against my ass with the force of his thrusts, and I swear I can feel him everywhere. He doesn’t let up the pace as his hand slips down to work my clit, fingertips moving in fast, rough circles as he drives into me.

“Come for me, baby. Come again. I want to feel you choke my cock. I want to feel you lose yourself.”

Without even realizing it, I’m clawing at his forearms, a sheen of sweat covering my body as my head falls back against his shoulder. My back is arched, and it arches even more when he grasps my chin with his free hand, tilting my head back farther.

Darren’s cock hits a place inside me that I’ve never felt before, and I come on a scream, the orgasm taking me by surprise as it hits me like a runaway train.

His fingers keep moving on my clit, and he keeps fucking me hard and fast, and I keep coming until he follows me over the edge, biting out a muffled curse as he plows into me one last time. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me as he floods me with spurts of hot cum, and my walls convulse around him.

“Oh… fuck…”

His voice is raspy and strained, and he wraps his arms around me so tightly I can barely breathe as we both come down from the high. For several heartbeats, we just stay like that, both kneeling on the bed, his body seeming to encase mine, making me feel small and vulnerable and… protected.

Finally, he slides out of me. My body seems to have gone boneless, and I sink down onto the mattress, already missing the warmth of him at my back.

But I don’t miss him for long, because a second later, he collapses onto the mattress beside me, pulling me into his arms and wrapping me up tight. I can feel the heavy beat of his heart against his ribs, and I try to ignore the way the rhythm of mine seems to echo it.

Exhaustion steals over me like a blanket, the emotional ups and downs of the night leaving me feeling wrung out and dazed. I’m half-way asleep when I feel an actual blanket settle over me, and I realize that Darren has covered us up, enclosing us in a warm little cocoon.

It feels safe in here.
Perfect.
And even though I know I shouldn’t, as sleep steals over me, I let myself imagine it’s real.

Buttery light spills into the room when I blink my eyes open again.
It’s early. I don’t even have to look at the clock to know that. I can feel it in my body, which still feels a little strung out from last night.
Last night.

I twist under the blankets, rolling over onto my other side. There’s no one there though. The bed is empty, except for me.
Something painful settles in my gut, and I try to smile and laugh it off—this was what I expected, after all. Right? What I wanted? For Darren to be using me once again, and for me to be using him right back?

I’m about to roll back over when I notice two small pieces of paper on the pillow beside my head. One is a business card, and the other is a torn piece of paper with a note written on it.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I pick up the note and brush my hair out of my face as I read it.
Kim,

I didn’t know if you’d get busted if I slept over, and I don’t want to get you in trouble. I hate to go. You look so peaceful right now, and it breaks my heart. I want you to feel that way all the time. I was serious. I’m gonna fix this.

~D

I chew on my lip as I read it over again, and then once more. I don’t know what I’m expecting to find. Am I hoping to spot the lie? To see it coming this time so I’m not taken by surprise when the other shoe drops?

But it’s hard to see it. It’s hard to read anything but sincerity in his messy handwriting.
Setting the note down, I pick up the business card. It’s for a law firm in downtown Evergreen Bay, and across the back, Darren has scribbled, Call about a job. Talk to Devon Clarke and tell him I sent you.
A job.

That would fix at least one of my problems, even if it doesn’t solve the larger issue of getting me back into school.

Still, distrust and anger burn so strongly in my veins that I’m tempted to rip the card to shreds and tell Darren to go fuck himself.

I don’t though. I just shove the note and the card under my pillow and roll back over to my other side. As I do, my gaze settles on a lump under the covers in the bed on the other side of the room, and my heart skips a beat.

Fuck. Gemma.

What time did she get home last night? Was Darren still here when she came back? Did she see him? Or was she too drunk to notice?

God, how the hell can I explain this to her? What will she think if she finds out?
Shame spirals through me, not because I might’ve gotten busted with a guy in my bed, but because of who it was. What kind of person does this?

I draw in a deep breath and let it out through my nose, trying to pull myself together. Gemma has stuck with me through all of this insanity so far. I don’t know if I can ever fully explain to her how complicated things are between me and the three Icons, how reason and restraint seem to fly out the window whenever I’m around them. How I can want them and want to destroy them at the same time.
All I can do is hope she’ll understand.

Flopping back on the mattress, I grope around on the nightstand for my phone.

I was right. It is early. When I press the button to light up the screen, I see that it’s only 6:27. But my gaze skates right past the clock icons when I notice a new text message alert. It came in around eleven o’clock last night, right around the time I was screaming at Darren in the laundromat.
It’s from Ben.

My grip on the phone tightens as I tap the screen to read the message.

BEN: I know you don’t want to talk. But I need to see you. Can we meet? Tomorrow, 12 p.m. Trattoria.