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I wasn’t about to have that. Not after I’d learned how he pimped me out to my drunk neighbor. “Stop, Paxton. This isn’t getting us anywhere. Let’s talk about something else for a while.”
“What, Gabriella? What can we talk about that will fix any of this? How the hell did we get so dysfunctional?”
“I’m not sure I had anything to do with that.”
“See, that’s what I mean. You think you’re a victim, and you’re not. You were never a victim. I took care of you; I gave you everything you wanted.”
“I can’t argue that stuff right now, Pax. I don’t remember it. Why can’t you understand that?”
Paxton dropped his head back to the sky and moaned in frustration. “Talk about something else.”
Because I was unprepared for a rebuttal, I said the first thing that came to mind. “I don’t think we should give Vander my room, I mean, you can still close it off and make a window seat, but Rowan’s the oldest. Don’t you think you should give her first dibs?”
Paxton frowned as I watched his exasperated expression turn to confusion. “I was only trying to avoid the bathroom situation. Wouldn’t it be better for the girls to keep sharing a bathroom?”
“I grew up pissing alongside the road somewhere. I think he’ll be okay. Rowan should get my room.”
I think both our walls dropped at the same time. I took a step toward him at the exact same time he walked to me. We swapped the same smile, sharing the craziness together. I fell into his arms as they enveloped me with a comfort that I didn’t understand.
Paxton kissed me as I looked up, and confided in me his silly concerns. “What if you don’t like him?”
“I will.”
“What if the girls don’t like him?”
“They will.”
“What if I don’t like him?”
“I’ll kick you in the nuts.”
Paxton smiled a half a grin and I smiled back, happy that we’d moved past that one for a minute. Jesus. Whiplash central over here.
“Tell me what happened next, Paxton,” I requested in a quiet tone.
“Let’s make love first.”
I chuckled, letting him take my hand and lead me to his bed. I would have followed the man to the fiery gates of hell, and he knew it. I don’t even know how to describe that night. Surreal. Paxton was so tender with me, no foreplay at all, nothing but pure sex. Raw and emotional.
“You didn’t do this when I fucked you before,” he whispered to my neck with a thrust of his hips, diving right into that spot.
I moaned, arching my back when he filled me. “Do what?”
“This, this sensual thing you do now when you’re below me. It drives me almost as mad as that day on the beach, when you were afraid of me.”
I whimpered again, hearing the lustful cries with my own ears. “You knew it, that I was afraid of you?” I was seconds away from an orgasm and Paxton wanted to talk about our homework from Nick. Now…
“Yes, I knew it. I fed off of it. You did something that Tatiana never did.”
The fight to be in two places at once messed with my mind. I wanted to hear every word he said, just not at that moment. “Hmm, right there, baby. What do you mean?”
“Like this?” he questioned as his hips swerved into mine, creating contact to my pulsating nub.
Yup, like that.
I no longer cared about anything. My past with Paxton didn’t matter. The way our bodies pulled this magical charge from both of us, creating this magnificent tension between us, that’s what mattered. Orgasms with Paxton were a whole body experience. It started in my head; endorphins rushing throughout my body, and then came the tingling sensation in my skin, prickly needles, piercing my entire body. Our mouths frantically worked each other over in heated passion while our bodies came together, causing incredible cosmic chaos.
“Roll me over,” I said through a gasp and a moan.
Paxton moved to his knees while twisting my hips in his direction. I moved from below him and pushed him away when he tried to move in behind me.
“No, not like that. I want on top.”
“I hate that.”
“No you don’t. Lay down,” I ordered as our lips met again. I took his manhood from his hand and stroked while our lips once again collided. We made out in that upright position, both on our knees, for what seemed like forever. Paxton fingered me with one hand while the other one sent loud cracks, echoing throughout the room, to my ass.
I’m not really sure what that was, but it was incredible. Maybe the sound of his hand coming in to contact with my ass, the sounds of our mouths devouring each other, the audible wetness between my legs, or maybe the scent of sex in the air. The combination caused explosive, euphoric passion to ignite between us.
Just when I was right there, on the edge of no return, I returned. Ugh. Paxton pressed me backward with his lips sucking hard on my right nipple. My feet folded behind me as my back arched. “I got you off like this once,” he explained as his hand ran down my chest, my stomach, and to my overzealous, pulsating button. His thumb circled it while a middle finger shoved in and out of me. “It was after that night that you refused to let me touch you back here. I was mad at you for making me look like an ass in front of Brant and Lane.”
Paxton was crazy. His voice was dark, yet soft, erotic whispers.
My feet were folded behind me and I was in an awkward backbend position. Seconds away from coming, and he wanted to walk down memory lane. I didn’t stop him only because I didn’t care. One thing was on my mind, and it wasn’t the past that I didn’t remember. Therefore I didn’t respond with words, only whimpers, begging for release.
My breath caught as I felt a finger penetrate both entrances, all the way in. The slamming of my eyelids was involuntary, but only for a second. I opened them right to his. Pine green eyes stared deep into my soul, somehow relaxing my body. It didn’t really hurt, and it wasn’t really uncomfortable, but I wasn’t sure I liked it.
“You know what I think now, baby?”
No answer. I didn’t have one in me. I didn’t know what I thought, let alone what he thought. My senses were all over the place, hard wired to maximum capacity. Even my erect nipples were on high alert. I moaned, twisting them myself at the same time I felt both fingers sliding easily in and out of me, but I didn’t answer.
“I think you really do like this. I think you forbid it back then because you were embarrassed. Your body convulsed just like it is now,” he explained with sexy, raspy words.
I felt exactly what he described. At first it was just a tremble, and then he picked up speed, shoving in and out of me while three fingers worked magic. The tips of his fingers on one hand worked over my swollen nub, quick rapid circles. I think a middle finger and maybe his thumb took care of the rest.
“I couldn’t touch you back here because you were afraid of this, right? That’s all it was? All this time I thought you really didn’t like it, and it was this. I know you can’t remember, but I do. I fucked your ass just like this, one finger in your pussy, and four fingers right here. Just like this.”
“Aaah, yes, Pax. Right there, oohh don’t stop, baby.”
Everything around me exploded, not just me. Everything. “Just like this. You squirted clear up my arm, just like this.”
My body collapsed, sinking into the mattress while my eyes remained closed, and I rode out every single wave.
“Jesus, Gabriella,” Paxton exclaimed.
“You do know I was probably only seventeen the first time you stuck your finger in my ass, right? I probably did flip out,” I said as my body calmed, still trembling with after effects and heavy breaths.
Paxton pulled my hands, lifting me upright with him. “You didn’t flip out, you ran away, screaming at me how much you hated it, and how I violated you without your permission. You were very upset, enough so that I didn’t cross that line again. See, I’m not as bad as you think I am. I’ve got a soft spot, and I didn’t want to cause you that kind of discomfort if it upset you that much. You were a liar then, too. You fucking loved it. It scared you, didn’t it?”
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