Page 95 of Has-Been
She started giggling as she moved her hands, trying to loop them around mine. It didn’t matter, because what I wanted to do was pin them to the bed anyway, and I moved swiftly, pushing her hands down and lacing our fingers.
“You don’t like it?”
“That’s not the damn problem, woman.”
She was blinking innocently at me, even as she tested my hold on her.
“It was good?”
“Too. Fucking. Good.” I kissed her again, and nudged her nose with mine. “Now I’m going to fuck you like a man possessed, and you’re gonna take it, okay? You can always stop me if it gets too much.”
Fifty-Nine
Hewasn’tkidding.Hepressed down on my hands, effectively trapping me beneath him, and without my hands on his ass, which must have been slowing him down, he started fucking me… yeah, like he said it… like a man possessed.
It was amazing, because every crash of him inside me and against me felt like a gift, or a reward, or something… it was Has-Been, and after everything we’d been through, it was finally just the two of us. His eyes were on mine as he rode me the way I’d wanted him to, pretty much since that first day I laid eyes on him.
It was exactly how I’d imagined, only more so, in every possible way. I felt like I was in one of those videos with him, taking his cock like one of those other women he’d been with. This wasn’t about them though. It was about us, only us. Our bodies were sweaty, and hot, and I was building up to an orgasm that was going to leave me practically comatose. I could feel it, the way it was going to consume me completely, and I couldn’t wait, didn’t fight it…
“You’re close… I can feel it,” Has whispered as he pressed his lips against mine. “Let go, babe. I wanna feel it when you crash over the edge. I wanna feel you choking my dick with that sweet pussy of yours.”
Words did what our bodies had been building us up to, pushing me into that crashing wave of almost agonised pleasure, my body contorting in response to the rush of warmth and delicious tension. Has ground his hips against mine, and then he was groaning in that low sexy way of his, he’d come almost at the same time as me, and wasn’t that the way it should be?Wasn’t it more perfect that way?
“Fucking hell…” Has kissed me again, as he stayed deep inside me, but I could almost feel him sagging with exhaustion. “I couldn’t love you any fucking more than I do, babe.”
I sighed with pleasure and sated weariness, smiling at him as he carefully rolled onto his side, dragging me with him, so our bodies were still connected.
“I didn’t know I could feel this way, Has. I can’t be away from you now.”
He pressed his forehead against mine.
“Good, because you won’t be. I can’t let you go, babe. I can’t go back to being the guy I was before we met. He wasn’t a whole person, but I didn’t really realise that until now.”
We both drifted off to sleep, our bodies still connected so intimately, and our sweat cooling on our skin.
WhenIwokeupthe next morning, I was covered up, and Has wasn’t beside me. I lifted my head in a panic, wondering what had taken him away from me this time.
“It’s okay, babe. I was just getting coffee.” He climbed back into bed beside me, and waited until I sat up before he passed me one of the mugs.
“So uh… we kinda lost all of yesterday with our time with Lissa, and the thing with Micro, and whatever, but I had a text from Reacher to say the police are pushing for an interview with you, so I don’t think we can dodge it any longer, babe.”
Oh god. They’d want me to talk about everything, and I was so ready to put it behind me.
“Do I have to? I mean, I can’t really tell them anything about him, can I?”
Has idly reached up to his head, like he used to when he had his dreads, and suddenly paused, when he realised he couldn’t mess with them anymore. They were sensitive if they were pulled, but he sometimes fussed with them when he was deep in thought.
“Jesus. This is taking some getting used to.”
“Will you have it done again when your hair grows back?”
He shrugged. “It’d take years to get to that length again, so I dunno. I had them because it made me feel like a different person, but I guess I am different now, right? Hey, maybe I should get a head tat like Torch.”
His face was suddenly so sad, and I knew exactly what it was. It hit him at odd times, the fact that Torch was still in the hospital after that bastard stabbed him.
“Do we know how he’s doing?”
Has scrubbed his hand over his slightly stubbly scalp, finally lifting his shoulders.
