Page 38 of Knocked Up by Her Daddy's Friends

“Gunner.”

They’re here. I have to kill them before they kill me.

I lash out, gripping them by the throat and squeezing.

“Gunner, please.”

My body is flooded with adrenaline as the fear makes me strong.

“Gunner, please it’s me. It’s Skye.”

Her voice finally breaks through my nightmare, and I blink, awake and confused.

Skye is in my room, she’s above me, her eyes wide with pain. I realize with horror that my hands are around her neck, and I immediately let go. She coughs, catching her breath and I scoot away from her, afraid I might hurt her again.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know…” I say disgusted at myself, at how close I came to hurting her.

She shakes her head and to my amazement, she doesn’t seem afraid. She’s not running away screaming, she’s still here, sitting on my bed and looking at me with kindness and love in her eyes.

“No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you while you were having a nightmare. It’s just I heard screaming, and I didn’t think…” she says, her voice guilty.

Only Skye could blame herself for this and be the one apologizing to me.

“I’m a monster. I could have hurt you,” I say, angry with myself.

“But you didn’t. You would never hurt me intentionally,” she says. When I don’t respond she continues, “I’m fine. Really.”

Seeing her genuine expression helps me to relax a little.

“Do you get them often? Night terrors,” she asks gently.

“I used to. I don’t as much now. I guess everything today triggered it,” I explain.

“That’s understandable.”

“I have PTSD,” I add, feeling the need to explain to her why I’m so fucked up.

“I guessed as much,” she replies with a half-smile. “You can talk to me. If you want, that is.”

“I don’t like to think about it too much. I did some terrible things. I was captured and tortured, since then I don’t like being touched,” I explain.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. But not all touch is painful,” she says softly.

“How can you say that after what I just did to you?” I reply bitterly.

“You didn’t mean to. I trust you. I hope one day you can trust me enough to try. But if not, that’s okay too,” she says gently.

She’s so understanding, so brave, that something in my mind decides to be honest.

“I want to. I wanted to today. That’s why I kissed you. But I’d never forgive myself if I lost control and hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she says confidently.

I tentatively move closer to her, looking into her eyes and seeing permission there. I lean in and kiss her. She returns my kiss gently, allowing me to take the lead and do things slowly. We kiss for a long time, and I’m surprised to find myself pulling her body closer to me. I peel off her nightgown so that our bare skin touches and the sensation makes me feel alive again. I’m still afraid and nervous, but it’s the good kind. She’s careful to avoid touching me with her hands.

I lay her down on her back and she helps me ease off her panties. My hand drifts down between her legs and I’m surprised to feel the slickness, that she can still want me after what happened. She nods in agreement as I position my cock at the entrance of her slit. I push inside her warmth, moving slowly and surely.

“Put your hands on my chest,” I tell her.

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