Page 57 of Fight
“That’s smart,” I reply and then add, “and thank fuck for that. I just know that if I was left in charge of it and we weren’t doing it in pairs, then I’d fail somehow.”
“You’d be okay,” Rip replies with confidence that I don’t feel. “Are you okay? We didn’t really get a chance to talk to you properly yesterday about how your day went with your grandmother and Gerald.”
I can’t help but smile, “It was really good. She taught me how to make a simple poison, gave me my father's old poison books, and told me a lot about him,” I pause and then add, “I visited the grave they have for him. I think it might’ve given me a bit of closure.”
Rip stops the car at our first blind spot, and we both get out as I watch him easily and quickly place the camera, and then we head back to the car, and I realise that I really don’t even need to get out.
Once we’re driving to the next blind spot, he says, “I’m really glad that you got some closure and some of your questions answered.”
“Me too,” I reply and then proceed to tell him everything before I ask, “Did you have a good time with your grandparents? How’s Harry?”
“He’s good.” Rip smiles, “Full of energy and already giving my grandparents a run for their money, but they absolutely love it. Loads of packages arrived while I was there, and I have to admit that I was surprised that the majority of them were for him and his room. They special ordered them, and he’s going to have the coolest room any two year old could hope for.”
I pick up on a tinge of sadness, which prompts me to ask, “What’s wrong?”
We get to the next blind spot, and I stay in the car as Rip get’s out to place the camera, figuring that he needs a bit of time to organise his thoughts. When he’s still silent at the next and last one, I start to get worried. Especially when he gets into the car but doesn’t move it or turn it on just sits, staring out of the front windscreen and frowning.
“Rip?” I ask gently.
“It just made it more glaringly obvious how fucked up my parents really were. Did you know that they used to regularly tell me that they never loved me and that I was a mistake,” he replies. “I’m so incredibly grateful that Harry has people that genuinely care about him, but it makes me wish that I was raised by them and not my parents, and I know that the others feel the same. Seeing them parent Harry how they would’ve parented me if they were given a chance, though was hard, and they knew that. They apologised, like they had any control over it, and told me that they wished they could’ve been there for me and that they would be from this point on. That they’re always going to be there if I need them, and that’s such a new feeling for me. It’s taking me a bit to work through it.”
I reach out and grab his hand, needing to offer him comfort and reply, “It’s understandable that it’s going to take you a while to get used to. Your parents are cunts, and your grandparents aren’t. Honestly, the fact that they’re so amazing is completely baffling to me.”
“Me too,” Rip replies, squeezing my hand but still lost in thought. I wait him out, sensing that he has something else that he wants to say. He mutters in the most heartbroken voice, “My mom made sure to tell me every day at least once that no one would ever love me. That if my own mother couldn’t love me, how could anyone else? I was unlovable.”
“She was wrong, Rip,” I say, beyond angry that anyone could say that to a child, let alone their own child. It’s fucking monstrous, and what’s worse is that even now, he’s still listening to her. I can see it. I reach up and turn his face so that he can see how serious I am, “She was so incredibly wrong. The guys all love you; your grandparents love you. I love you.”
“You can’t love me,” Rip replies, which is not what I was expecting at all.
“Excuse me? Of course I fucking can,” I reply incredulously because what is happening right now.
“I’m broken and damaged. I’m not worth it. You’re much better off loving the others, not me.” His hands clench tightly around the steering wheel, not moving from where we’re parked.
I just stare at him and then can’t help the bite that enters my tone as I reply, “You silly fucker, you think I can just turn it off? I love you for exactly who you are, every broken piece, every sharp edge I adore because it makes you, you, and I fucking love you, so get used to it because I'm not going anywhere, and I'm not going to stop telling you that I love you.”
He studies me closely as I fume, and then, surprising me again, his eyes blaze with heat. In one smooth move, he pushes the driving seat as far back as it will go and then reaches for me; showing incredible strength, he lifts me over and places me on his lap so that I’m straddling him and can feel his hard length beneath me, I shift my hips against him, and he inhales sharply as he grips them tighter.
“You love me?” he asks.
“Yes you idiot,” I reply, rolling my eyes, my anger and need for him combining. “I love you.”
He growls, his hand running up to the back of my neck and pulling me closer to him, his lips devouring mine. My need heightens even more as my hips grind down onto his. He tears his lips away from mine and they trail down my neck as I throw my head back. I don’t know how we got here, but I’m not stopping him. My pussy clenches, needing him inside me. His other hand moves from my hips, his thumb brushing over my nipple before he pinches it lightly, and I moan in pleasure. I don’t want to wait any longer for him to be inside me, my pussy clenching, and because of that, I straighten my legs up as much as I can in the small space of the car, grateful that he’s thought ahead and pushed the seat back as far as it goes and also that I had the foresight to put leggings on this morning that are ridiculously easy to take off in a small space.
Quickly catching on to what I’m doing, Rip undoes his jeans, shimmying them and his boxers down enough that his hard dick springs free, and having freed myself finally from my leggings and underwear, I straddle him again, keeping my hips lifted just enough that he can line his dick up at my entrance, and then I slowly lower myself, I don’t torture either of us by trying to go slowly and teasing, neither of us wants that right now. And as soon as I’ve gotten used to him, I lift my hips and then slam myself back down, making us both call out in pleasure.
Rip’s hand goes back into my hair as he pulls firmly, and I increase my pace, his hips lifting to meet mine, the angle that we’re sitting, causing the perfect amount of friction against my clit, and making my orgasm build quickly. Using the grip he has on my hair, he pulls my face closer, his lips crashing against mine as our tongues fight for dominance and our hips rock. My breath comes out in quick gasps, pleasure zinging through me as we move faster and faster.
Each of us is chasing our releases and building each other’s pleasure.
I pull my mouth away from his, my breaths coming in fast pants as I put my hands on his chest, and one of his hands moves up underneath my shirt, tugging my boob free of my bra as his rough fingers expertly roll my nipple between them and he stares at me with such heat it has my pussy clenching around his dick, and launches me straight off the edge and into a climax so strong I swear I can see fucking stars.
Rip’s pace increases even more, making the shocks of my orgasm last even longer and somehow propelling me into a second one just as he stills and calls out my name as he finds his, and I grind my hips against him, helping us to both prolong our orgasms.
I collapse onto his chest, both of us sweaty and breathless as he wraps his arms tightly around me and kisses my forehead, making me smile with happiness.
After we’ve caught our breath, I sit up and grin down at him, “I guess we should probably get dressed and get back to the guys or they’re going to wonder where we are.”
Rip smiles, but as I move to get off, awkwardly since a car is not the best place for this, his hand reaches up and strokes my cheek, stopping me and bringing my attention back to him.