Yessss!
He lifts me, spreads my legs open, and then, holding himself at the base, slides home in one sharp movement.
“Fuck yeah . . . ,” he whispers.
We stare at each other as my body stretches to accommodate him.
Oh . . . I’ve missed him so.
He pulls out slowly and slides in deep. We do this a few times, and then he loses control and fucks me, hard and fast.
Angry.
The sound of our wet skin slapping echoes in the bathroom, and I see stars.
He’s all-consuming as he takes me over, his teeth biting my neck, his hands cupping my ass, his cock stretching me wide open with deep, thick pumps.
But it’s my heart that’s in danger . . . it’s free-falling from my chest, running down the drain with the water.
He’s fucking me like he doesn’t know me, as if we’re strangers.
Maybe we are.
He holds himself deep, and I feel the telling jerk as he comes deep inside my body, and I screw up my face in tears. He never comes before me . . . never once has he done that.
He honestly doesn’t care anymore.
He looks down at me, seeing my tears. His haunted eyes search mine.
“I can’t do this,” he whispers.
He pulls out and rushes from the cubicle. I hear his shower turn on, and I sob silently.
Alone.
He’s washing me off him . . . for the last time.
Chapter 32
We stand in front of the hostel as we wait for the Uber. Eddie is chatting away happily, while Christopher and I are as awkward as fuck.
He won’t even look at me, and all I can do is stare at his beautiful face, hoping to catch a glimpse of emotion.
Any emotion will do.
Last night’s momentary brain snap has reopened the cut, and I’m bleeding out, in need of an urgent transfusion.
The car pulls up, and Christopher pulls Eddie into a hug. “Look after Hazen,” he tells him. “I’ll be back for you in a few weeks, and then we can start our new life in London.”
Eddie smiles proudly up at his protector. “Okay.”
Christopher’s eyes find mine, and a wave of sadness hits me like a freight train. He hugs me and holds me close, cheek to cheek.
Don’t go . . .
We cling to each other, both not wanting to say goodbye but knowing that we have to.
He pulls out of my arms and steps back. “I have to go.”
I force a smile. “Safe travels.”
“Call me if you need anything,” he says.
I need you.
“Okay.”
He messes up Eddie’s hair. “See you soon, kiddo.”
He gets into the Uber with a small wave, and the car pulls out into the traffic.
Eddie and I watch it disappear into the distance. My heart is dripping into a crying puddle on the floor.
Eddie turns to me, totally unfazed. “Want to go to the beach?”
I smile at his perfect innocence. “Sure.”
CHRISTOPHER
I sit at my desk and stare into space.
I’ve never felt so low.
Not only have I lost the woman I love . . . I used her for sex.