Page 61 of The Tape Job
“I’m going to marry you one day, Vic,” he’d told me one morning. He was looking into my eyes—still inside me, if I remember correctly.
Initially, I thought it was post-orgasm crap, but he repeated it a few days later while I was doing the dishes after dinner. He’d wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck before whispering into my ear.
“Would you take my name? Or keep yours?” he said, his chin resting on my shoulder.
I didn’t have to think twice. I’d been writing ‘Mrs Victoria Preston’ on all my damn notebooks ever since I met him. No scrap that—ever since I first saw him and found out his name.
“I dislike my dad, so what do you think?” I’d turned around and grinned, then I’d kissed him. The reality was, it had nothing to do with me disliking my dad, but rather everything to do with being his wife.
“I think I fucking love you,” he’d replied, wrapping himself around me and planting kisses along my neck. That wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but it was the first time he’d said it like that. I was completely consumed by my love for him, and I don’t know what came over me, but I’d asked him to fuck me, right there and then.
He’d lifted me up and pulled my shorts off, slipping my panties to the side with no time to waste. I watched him slip his sweats down enough to free his dick.
“Look how fucking hard you make me, baby girl,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock over my clit. I gasped and bit down on my lip to stop myself crying out. I wasn’t sure who else was home, so we had to keep the noise down.
Grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him, he’d pushed into me, his eyes tightening as he filled me. “Fuck, you feel good. You’re so tight and it feels… fuck.” He thrusted slow and steady, and as I stretched around him, he reached between us with his right hand and rubbed my clit.
The worry of being caught only served as fuel because he sped up and his thrusts became urgent and focused. My hands had trailed over his shoulders and down his back as he fucked me. He’d bulked out since playing college hockey, and I loved how his body felt right up against me.
I buried my head in his chest as I came, and I did something completely bold as I felt him tense. I pushed him away and got to my knees, letting him finish down my throat. I hoped I hadn’t ruined his orgasm—luckily, I hadn’t.
My phone vibrates next to me on the bed, startling me. I’d been lying in bed, replaying those moments in my head, hoping to be magically transported back in time. He used to make me feel like the only girl in the world, but tonight he brought me back to the harsh reality of our collective failures to make things right.
Liam
Let me in.
Shit. My heart hammers in my chest. Do I want to see him? I feel stuck in that midway point between wanting him to barge in here and tell me he wants me back, and never wanting to see him again. This is typical us. We are all or nothing. No in-between.
I swipe down on my notifications to read the message again, but accidentally tap the box, opening up my conversation with him. Fuck. He’ll see that I’ve read it because he’s online. I’m close to switching my phone off when it rings in my hand. I watch it, waiting for it to dial off. But the ringing persists, giving me no choice but to go outside and ask him to leave me alone.
Checking myself in the mirror, I reconsider. If I’m going to tell him to leave, I should at least look half decent while doing it. As I’m reaching for my hairbrush, another message comes through.
Liam
I don’t care if your makeup has run. Let me in.
Rolling my eyes, I fumble to my bedroom door and, as I step out of my room into the hallway, Jenna is standing there with two mugs, trying to open her bedroom door with her elbow.
Her eyes widen when she sees me. “Oh, my goodness, Vic. What’s happened? Are you okay?”
I don’t think Jen has ever seen me in this state before: mascara smudged around my eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say, just as there’s a distinct ‘omph’ that comes from the frontdoor, followed by an f-bomb. It sounds distinctly like someone dropping their phone.
Jenna’s eyes dart towards the noise, and the door handle to her bedroom flicks up when her elbow loses traction. Ryan sticks his head out a few seconds later.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“I think there’s someone out there,” Jen says, eyeing the front door.
Oh, shit. Ryan swiftly unlocks and swings the door open, showing no concern for who might be on the other side. But he comes face to face with his brother.
“Christ, Lee. What are you doing creeping around here at this hour?”
“I need to talk with you,” he blurts out, and he does a good job of avoiding my eyes until Ryan looks back at Jen.
“Do you mind, babe? I know…”
Jen nods. “Sure.”
