Page 63 of Switch
“Fuck me, what?”
I already said please.“Fuck me hard, Keeper.”
He does.Rough.Fast.More aggression than at Wes’s, more anger than against the bank wall on our first date.He’s punishing me for breaking up with him, and that’s good, because it’s exactly what I deserve.It’s what I need.
PJ owns me, and I’d forgotten.He reaches beneath me and jerks me roughly, hurting me but also speeding me toward my orgasm.A little pain never kept me from coming.Right now, nothing could.Right now, PJ is all I can feel.
Sand coats my lips as I shout my release.I’m pretty sure I swallowed some.
PJ digs his teeth into my back.He’s marking me.He’s claiming me, and he’s making me sorry.
And I am.I’m so sorry.
He keeps pounding me, slamming hard, until I can tell he’s close by his stuttering hips and jerky movements.
“Did you like it that time I came on your face?”
“So much, Keeper.”
“Yeah?You liked that?You liked it when I disrespected the fuck out of you by smearing my jizz all across your lips?”
“Yessss.”I felt owned.Though I hadn’t quite identified the feeling at the time.“I loved it, Keeper.”
“Good.”With a shout, he pulls out of me and stands over me.He presses one hand against my head, pressing my cheek to the sand, as he jerks himself over my face, coming in splashes on my jaw and neck.
When I think it’s over, he lets out an angry growl and reaches down to pull me up with pinching, grasping, and squeezing hands.Every touch is a painful twist of skin that is both hateful and sweet as he helps me to my feet and gets my clothing situated again.
His breathing is choppy, his chest rising and falling as he stares me down.He’s still angry, but I can see the worry too.
“Tell me what happened,” he demands.
I hesitate.Technically this isn’t his problem anymore.
“Fallon.Whatever you’re thinking, stop.Tell me.”
I do.I tell him everything.
After a string of angry expletives, he grabs my hand and drags me inside the house.“Get your things,” he says.“Pack a bag and some stuff for Bruiser.We’re getting the fuck out of here.”
I nearly argue.The reasons I ended things with PJ are still very real.Then the thought of spending the night alone in a house where someone has been watching me hits full force.And PJ’s hand is so warm in mine.
“Yes, Keeper.”
ChapterNineteen
PJ
By the timewe get Fallon and Bruiser packed into my car, the sky has turned from light gray to a mix of pinks and purples and golds.Fallon’s dark hair reflects the light through the window.Between making sure nobody’s following us and keeping the car on the road, I try not to stare too much.
It isn’t easy.
“I thought you said it takes fifteen or twenty minutes to get to your place from mine.”
Fallon’s chewing at his thumbnail.The tip of the iceberg.Me, I’m about to come out of my skin.
“If someone’s had cameras in your house, they could have been following you as easily.I want to make sure nobody can follow us back to my place.”
Fallon falls silent again, save for the occasional sound of him biting his nail.And drumming his fingers on his thigh.And tapping his foot.
