Page 50 of Dirty Monsters

Kane taught me to hate her too. But deep down, I don't think I ever did, not until she was the reason I lost my home—again. Maybe it was time I reminded myself of my hatred. Maybe I needed to dig deep for it, the way I did this morning when she was sucking my cock. I had been so fucking mad at her, so angry she was so forward, and mostly wanted to make sure she didn’t fuck around with Shawn.

Which reminded me. “What is your boyfriend gonna think of this?”

Her eyebrows raised, and she smiled. “My boyfriend?”

“Shane,” I spat like a petulant child.

“Shawn?” Her smile was even bigger, and despite the joke being on me, I was happy she was smiling instead of moping. “I didn't think this was the kind of thing we would share, Ro.”

“Good, ’cause I could lose my job, and you could be stuck here forever.” I reminded her why this was a bad idea. But at the same fucking moment, I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers.

“Those are risks I am willing to take.”

I growled and pulled her into me, the waves splashing at our knees. Chances were slim we could be seen with it being so dark, but with the moonlight so bright, I didn't take the chance. I pulled her against me and slowly walked deeper into the water, sinking to my knees and bringing her with me.

“Want more as in blackmailing me into fucking you, Wren?”

“It didn't hurt when I focused on you. I was okay. I want to feel it again.”

I pulled back and eyeballed at her skeptically. Did we really change our dynamic in an instant?

“Shawn is gay, Ro. I am not fucking anyone else. I am not doing anything. I am hurting every fucking day. It makes me angry and wild, but for just a minute, in our shack, I was okay. I want it again.”

“You think I owe it to you?” I was worked up, bordering on confused and riled. I didn't know what to think. One part of me didn’t want her using me for her next addiction, and the other part of me wanted to chase the demons away.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what was real with you, Ro. But I know Kane hurt me. He scarred me for life. I wasn’t ever the same. It might have sucked being sent away, but staying there wasn’t a picnic either. My parents ceased to act like you two existed, like taking you away was enough to pretend I was never hurt. I didn’t get help, and I wouldn’t meet their expectations. Sex and drugs are how I have made life work, but I’ve yet to feel like it was with you.”

“I don't want to be your crutch,” I whispered but dipped closer. “Whatever happens between us stays between us. You get better, and you get the fuck out of here, then make something of your life.”

As I finished my speech, my lips were against hers, and I engulfed her in a kiss. This was different than the other times we kissed. This one was passionate and meaningful. What it meant, I didn't know. But I knew I had softened to Wren in the past hour we were together. She was letting down a wall she had up, and instead of pounding to make her miserable, I nurtured it and tried to make sure she didn't regret it.

After a few minutes, the small kisses grew fevered, and we were both working to get my swimsuit down once again. There in the salty water, still dirty from our last fuck, I pulled her down on top of me, and we both moaned loudly as we connected.

The waves breaking on the other side of us were drowning out the sound, and we used it to voice everything we were feeling as we fucked.

“This pussy is mine, Wren. While you are here in this place, this pussy is mine.”

She was nodding her agreement against my neck, trying to hang on to me and grind on me at the same time.

“No one knows about this. You hear me?”

“Yessss,” she drew out, probably annoyed I was repeating myself from earlier.

“And when you leave here, you don’t think of me norhimagain,” I demanded.

She was nodding again, her breathing getting harder and harder. I was tightening all over my body and knew I was close to coming.

“Argh,” I cried loudly, losing the ability to hold off a second longer.

My noises were all it took to push her over the edge with me, and we came together loudly, not caring if anyone could see or hear. If anyone was too close, they might have thought I hurt her, but when she pulled back and smiled at me, I knew her face told a different story.

“Whose pussy is this?” I asked mouth to mouth but thrusting a little.

“Yours, Rohlen. Until I leave…”

I meant every word of what I’d said. It was his, whatever he wanted. Tonight had been a tipping point for us, a change in the balances. We either had to decide to be together the only way we knew how to or continue the same path we’d been traversing.

I hadn’t planned on having sex with Rohlen when I walked down to the beach, figuring he wouldn’t go for it. We’d fight like normal, and he'd try to dominate me, but instead, he dragged me over to the shack and fucked me useless.