Page 36 of Body Checking
I swerve in and out of lanes and figure that some luxury box seats will be enough to smooth over a cop should I get pulled over. I don’t, luckily, and finally pull up to Maren’s thirty minutes later. My tires screech and the engine makes a hard clunk when I throw it into park before coming to a complete stop.
Jumping out, I run up the sidewalk to her front door and begin alternating between knocking and ringing the doorbell.
“Maren. Sweetheart. Can you please open the door?” I keep my voice steady so as not to disturb her neighbors and end up meeting the police I so stealthily avoided on my drive over.
The locks click and the door opens unhurriedly. Once it swings open and I see her beautiful face, I take her in my hands and kiss her hard and deep, pushing us back into the house and kicking the door closed behind me.
She holds tight to my shoulders as she stumbles backwards, and I stop when we reach the kitchen.
Breaking apart, I tell her, “I’ve been worried sick about you. Why haven’t you answered my calls?”
My hands still frame her face and she stares at me with tears in her eyes.
“I just–I couldn’t. It hurt too bad to see or talk to anyone. I needed to be alone,” she chokes out.
“Baby. Please don’t do that. You’re breaking my heart.” I pull her to me, tucking her head in my neck and surrounding her body with mine. “I’m sorry you had to deal with those horrible women, but remember what I told you. They’re jealous and stupid and inconsequential.”
“It was Wa-Walker’s new girlfriend.”
“Who the fuck is Walker?”
She sniffs and wipes at her nose. “My ex-boyfriend. The one who dumped me over text and was apparently datingme and another woman, Carys. The woman who called me a chunky monkey.”
My hands ball into fists and I gnash my teeth. Her body shakes as she begins to cry, and I soothe her, rubbing her back and smoothing through her hair.
“But that doesn’t explain why you couldn’t answer my texts, or call me back.”
She shrugs and hugs me harder. “I don’t know. Self punishment, I guess.”
“Don’t do that again. I almost quit my job just so I could get here to you.”
Her head pops up and she studies my face. A smile shines through from under her tear stained face. I swipe the moisture away with my thumbs and see how red her eyes are.
“Have you just been sitting at home crying?” I ask her, and she nods. “No more, sweetheart. You’ve got me, Maren. Put all that other shit out of your mind because none of it matters. The only thing that matters is that you make my heart speed up and slow down all at once. You have me daydreaming about our future, and I already know I won’t be able to have one without you. I know it’s easier said than done, but just focus on us. We’re all we need.”
Her chest moves up and down with her heavy breaths. Her silence lasts for just a moment longer before she attacks my mouth with hers, and wraps her arms around my neck. I grip her waist and pick her up in my arms. Her legs circle around me and I let my hands fall to her ass, squeezing tight. I move us towards the stairs but don’t have the patience to wait that long.
I slam her against the wall, my hand cushioning her head. I lay hot, open mouthed kisses up and down her neck, and her nails rake through my hair, scratching my scalp along the way. She wears leggings and a loose crew neck and I try to figure out how I’m going to get these clothes off without breaking our hold.
I let my fingers walk down her body and slide under the waistband of her leggings. I dip them into her underwear and feel her warm, wet pussy, just begging for me to make it weep. I tug at the waistband, testing out the strength of the elastic, and decide it won’t stand up to my need to have Maren right now.
“Hold on to me,” I tell her, and grip the waistband with both hands and use all of my strength to rip them in half.
She gasps when she hears the first screams of the fabric breaking apart, and the sound ricochet’s off the walls. I struggle to get through the seam, but finally succeed atripping the last thread. Now her pants hang from each leg and soon, her panties meet the same fate.
Maren never lets her grip around me loosen, and I quickly free myself from my jeans. My dick bobs when I push them open and I grip the base. I run the pierced head through her wet pussy lips and I swallow her moans. I push deep inside of her, not slowing down and taking her by surprise, and the shock has her biting my lip.
We both hiss from the euphoric pain and I lick away the spot she bit, feeling the imprint of her teeth on my lips. I thrust hard and she groans.
“Don’t do that again, Maren,” I grunt between the pounding.
She nods and squeezes her eyes shut and throws her head back. Her hands claw at the wall as she tries to find purchase. Her mewls and the way her thighs flex and tighten tells me she’s getting close.
“Promise me, Maren. Don’t disappear on me. I need you too much.” I sink my teeth into her neck gently and feel the way her pulse throbs.
“I need you too, Cade. I promise I won’t–I won’t do it again.”
“Repeat after me,” I tell her and plunge into her with all the force I can leverage. “I.”
