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“But why?”
“Because you deserve someone who cares about you, Kemah. That’s why.”
“Are you … are you saying you care about me?” I see the look in her eyes, and it kills me that she even has to ask me that.
“Yeah, darlin’. I do. And I think deep down you already know that.” Kemah steps back, letting my hand fall away from her face before she turns and walks away from me. I watch her bare assas she walks down the hall toward my room. I sigh and follow behind her, knowing that this is the best thing for her. I know any other chapter would be happy to have her, to take care of her.
I walk to my room and open the door to see her sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands, sobs falling from her lips. She looks up when I close the door, but she doesn’t speak.
“I know this is hard for you,” I tell her.
“The fact that you care, that you did this for me, but you don’t want me, is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with, Hodge.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you, Kemah. In a different world, maybe it would work.”
“Or if I looked different,” she adds. There’s so much adrenaline coursing through my veins from branding her that I can’t stop myself. I storm toward her, yanking her up before spinning her to face away from me. I shove her down, her ass staying in the air, but her upper body lying on the bed as I run my hand over her ass.
“Do you have any fuckin’ idea how sexy this brand looks on you?” I ask more to myself than her while I hook my fingers under her thong and slide it to the side. In no time, I have my jeans pulled off, my cock in my free hand, stroking it while slipping my fingers inside her. She’s so goddamn wet already that I can barely think straight.
I pull my fingers out and lose all sense of self-control. I grip my cock, line it up, and shove inside her with a groan. Kemah moans, and that’s all I needed to hear to keep going. It’s wrong. I know what I said to her about not fucking her, I know what I toldmyself, but I can’t help it with her. I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to. Not anymore.
I grab her hips in my hands and really start to slam inside her.
“You fuckin’ like this? Is this what you wanted the whole time, darlin’? You wanted me to fuck you?” I ask her as I thrust inside her. Her pussy clenches with every single word I ask her.
“Hodge,” she whispers my name, but that’s not enough for me. She has my head fucked up. She has me fucked up.
“No, Kemah. You’re gonna scream my fuckin’ name. I want this whole fuckin’ clubhouse to know what the hell we’re in here doin’.” Now I pick up the pace. I get deeper, thrust harder.
“Hodge!” She cries out this time. That’s what I wanted to hear. I slap her ass, getting another scream in response as I fuck her good. I don’t stop either. She wanted this. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as I pump into her. Her pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around me the way it is, and I want nothing more than to keep doing this. Hell, I could do this forever.
I keep going, taking her faster and harder until I can’t stand it anymore. Her pussy clenches around me, and that’s all I can take. I let go, I cum inside her, and as she releases, her legs begin to shake.
“Hodge,” she cries as her fingers turn white while she clenches the sheets. I fucking love it. I love seeing her like this.
I try to catch my breath when I pull out of her, and she stands, quickly looking for clothes to put on. I drop onto the bed and watch her until she finally turns to face me.
“Why did you do that?”
“You didn’t like it?”
“I asked you why you did that, Hodge.”
“Because I wanted to fuck you, Kemah. I wanted to show you just how fuckin’ crazy you make me.”
“You said it yourself. If you fucked me, you were keeping me.” I wave my hand through the air, dismissing her when I see the sadness in her eyes.
“It was once, Kemah.”
“You … I fucking hate you, Hodge. I wish I’d never gone back to that hospital.”
Chapter 16
Kemah
Alone. That’s all I feel. Alone. And that’s what I am. Sitting on a fucking bus all by myself. I don’t know why I feel the way I do. I should have known better than to get involved with Hodge. I shouldn’t have let him touch me, or fuck me, for that matter, but there was so much more to him. So much more I saw in him. This is all my fault.
