The Science of Loving (14 page)

“You use that pillow when you need to scream.” She moaned
—
oh yeah, she liked playing on the dark side—
that’s right sweetness; this is what waits in the dark, the cold wind down your spine.

I ground on her ass. “You feel that? That’s what you’re gonna get. I’m gonna to fuck you so hard it’s gonna wreck you.” I held her down, running my hand up the back of her thigh, making it a silent threat. Hinting at all the nasty, profane things I was going to do to her. She moaned again, softly.

“But don’t you worry, sweetheart, not tonight… (Kiss) when I come inside you… (Kiss) they’ll be no one around to save you… (Kiss) and then we’ll party… (Kiss) all… (Kiss) night… (Kiss) long… (Kiss) I want you to think about that…”

I fondled her ass, delving between her legs—fuck, her panties were soaked. She convulsed, whimpering. I paused, easing up enough to ensure I wasn’t crushing her. Then I lightly dragged my nails over her cloth covered-crotch a few times then pushed the lace aside to brush her gently, teasingly. Not parting her sex to touch her in the way she really needed. Not yet. I tortured her until she was lush and swollen.
Christ, she was so ready
.

“Are you picturing it? Me, fucking you into oblivion? Riding you so hard and deep that you feel like you’re fucking drowning?” She was panting like she'd run a marathon. I finally gave her a taste of what she needed. My finger delving deeper, gathering her arousal to slick over her clit as she cried, making these hot little moaning sounds that I loved—
oh, sweetness, do you have any idea how precious you are?

“I bet you’re tight for me already,” I whispered grimly. “Let’s check.” I slammed two fingers into her pussy shocking a scream out of her
—oops. Danny’s definitely awake now—
was I gonna stop? Fuck no. Was I ever going to hear the end of it? Probably not. Did I care? Fuck, not at the moment.

I alternated fucking her with my fingers and strumming her clit. When I felt her pussy start to spasm, I gave her that last bit of darkness she needed to go over. “I won’t make you beg this time. Not until I can do it right, but then you’ll beg.” I worked her faster, my fingers curling inside her, pumping hard against her g-spot. “I want you to come now. You come on my motherfucking hand.”

I slicked frenzied strokes over her clit, and just like that, she came apart in my arms, quaking as my fingers pumped and twisted inside her, gradually slowing, drawing out her pleasure. She shivered one last time when I slowly withdrew my hand. I rolled us onto our sides, letting go of her wrists. I held her close, tasting her tears as I kissed her cheeks dry.

“Oh sweetness, that was intense,” I said gruffly. I was covered in sweat with a hard-on that could cut diamonds, but I'd never been more satisfied in my life. “Angie? Honey? Are you all right?”

“I can’t feel my face,” she groaned and I started laughing. “Sshhh…” she gasped, “You’ll wake Danny.”

That just made me laugh harder. “Believe me, Danny’s awake. She’s just pretending to sleep out of the goodness of her heart.”

“Damn Biggie, you got game. That was fucking ferocious. You have got to talk to Brett.”

“Oh, hell no. I’m not coaching some dude on how to fuck my sister.”

Angie giggled. Playing Devil’s Advocate, she egged her on. “Oh come on Mat, if he’s gonna be doing her anyway, don’t you want her done right?”

“Besides,” I added, “if I’m not mistaken Mom’s tried that already and scarred the guy for life.”

“Oh no, she didn’t… Really?” Danny and I both laughed at the shock in Angie’s voice.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Water Sports

I had to pee. I groaned, not wanting to get up. I was having the most delicious dream. I was camping and a beautiful, tattooed man whispered dark promises against my neck as he touched me intimately with long talented fingers. I rolled onto my back, stretching. My eyes snapped open when my hands struck taut cloth, seeing a nylon tent dappled with leafy silhouettes and splashes of light.

“Not a dream,” I whispered.

Oh, God. Mat, how could I face him? The things I said; the things he’d done. And Danny… I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes. Shit… Shit… Shit—
they must think I’m a sex crazed lunatic, or a slut… a slutty sex crazed lunatic—
God, I really, really needed to pee.

Last night’s clothes were in a rumpled pile tucked into a corner at the front of the tent. Hurriedly, I untangle them. Lying on my back, I thrust my feet into my jeans. The air mattress rocked and gasped as I pushed against it with the heels of my feet to shimmy them up over my hips: A guilty reminder of how I rocked and gasped under Mat not so long ago. Shit.

Okay, if I was lucky, they’d all be in the camper and I could sneak to the bathrooms unseen. Grabbing my toiletry bag and flip-flops,I peeked out.
Shit.
Everyone was sitting at the picnic table next to me.
Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Hey Angie, you’re up.” Mat smiled.
Shit…

“Morning,” I muttered not looking at him; knowing my cheeks must be ten shades of red. “I’m just going to…” I made a vague gesture toward the facilities and started the walk of shame. I was fighting tears by the time I got there, and they were running down my cheeks while I peed.

I brushed my teeth, hoping the familiar routine would help me reclaim my composure. And by the time I spat, I was almost breathing normally. Knowing I couldn’t hide in there forever, I splashed cool water on my face, counting on the chill to take the red from my cheeks as I gave myself a pep talk—
Mat’s nice. Even if he wasn’t, he wouldn't be mean to me no matter what he thought; his mom would kill him. He’ll just make the best of it for now, then I’d never hear from him again—
I nodded at my reflection. I just had to be polite and tough it out. I could do that. It wasn't as if I hadn’t faked it before. Hell, I'd been a freak my entire life; I should be used to it.

With one more fortifying breath, I marched out to face my doom before I lost my nerve and they had to send for a hostage negotiator.

“Hey.” I jumped. Mat was waiting outside, leaning against the wall half naked, the vibrant colors on his golden skin glowing in the morning sun.

“Hey,” I said a little too brightly, plastering on my best cheerful fake smile. But it faltered when he didn’t smile back.

“Jesus.” He pushed off the wall, his muscles shifting with coiled energy as he padded closer, my breath lodging in my throat as I watched his approach with a kind of doomed fascination.

“Breathe.” He slipped his long fingers through my hair, gripping the back of my skull; crushing me to his chest with his other arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders. “Just breathe, sweetheart.”

A small sob escaped before I could clamp down on it. “I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry.”

He stiffened for a moment then held me tighter. “Sshhh… baby. It’s all right, I got you.” He tucked my head under his chin and my hands warmed on his sides.

“Hey, didn’t you guys get enough last night?” Danny joked.
Oh, God.
I burrowed my face against a hard bicep.

“Not now, Danny.” He gritted out. I didn't know what passed between them, but she left without another word. “Come on, let’s talk.”

He led me to a picnic table in an empty campsite nearby, straddling the bench. He dragged me onto his lap. I sat facing him with my legs draped over his meaty thighs, my behind cradled in his palms.

“Talk to me.” His words rumbled a pale echo from last night, filled with concern this time rather than darkness. “Tell me.”

I glanced at him. “The way I behaved last night, I’m sorry.”

Hurt and confusion flashed across his face. Then his eyes narrowed. “I see. And just what part of last night do you regret?” He was using that deceptively quiet voice. The angry one with the sharp bitter edge.

I looked down trembling as tears of shame welled up. “It’s just… Shit…” I scrubbed my face. He waited. “It’s just, no one’s ever… I mean, I’ve never…”

“Shit, you’re a virgin,” he said hoarsely, his voice going from angry to stark.

“What? No, I’m not a virgin.” I snorted. “I may not be the hottest thing out there, but there’s been a few—”
A very few…
“—individuals who didn’t find me totally heinous.”

“Oh, thank God. You scared me for a minute there,” he said with obvious relief.

“Wait, why does the state of my virtue matter?”

He chuckled. “Well let’s just say my approach would've been little more circumspect, rather than the consummate despoiling I gave you last night.” I clutched his arms as his big hands squeezed my behind, grinding me playfully against him. “So you were saying about last night?”

Shit
. “I became a crazed nympho girl and I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I’m not like that.” The words came rushing out in a torrent as I soldiered through my apology, only to end in an inaudible trickle. “Please don’t hate me.”

“Oh Angie, sweetheart… Last night you took my breath away.” He kissed my forehead. “I happen to like crazed nympho girl and I plan on playing with her again and often. Besides, if memory serves, I got a little crazed myself.”

He hugged me, but I still felt a little uncertain as I squeezed my arms around his neck, remembering just in time not to wipe my runny nose on his skin. “So we’re good?”

“Yeah, baby… No, wait. A couple of things you said…”
Shit
—he leaned back so he could see my face
—double shit
. “First. You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever… You’re hot. Second, what did you mean by no one’s ever… or you’ve never?”
Oh, God, he was going to make me say it out loud.

“It was nothing, just nerves talking. Let’s go back. I’m sure everyone’s wondering what’s happened to us.”

I moved to climb off of him, going nowhere. Shit. My past experiences, all three, weren’t exactly stellar. There were no romantic ships passing in the night. It was more like dinghies in the dark: Awkward, slow and hard to handle, quickly capsizing without ever finding land.

“Angie.” He hardened, and heat spread across my skin as his voice deepened. “Tell me.”

“It’s just… no one’s ever made me feel like you do.” I equivocated.

“Oh yeah, sweetness? And how’s that?” I shivered. He was
grinning evilly, using ‘The Voice.’
How does he do that?

“Well, you know.” I looked down licking my lips, my face heating.

“Yeah, I can guess.”
Whew
. “But I want to hear you say it,” he whispered wickedly in my ear.

Oh, God
.

I was fuming as we walked back. I couldn't believe none of Angie’s boyfriends ever made her come—not that I liked thinking of her with other guys—but shit, how selfish was that. It’s not like it’s a chore; she came easily enough. Somehow those fucking douches had convinced her there was something wrong with her, that she was defective
—well we’d just have to remedy that.

Everyone was trying to look busy when we walked into camp. Dad looked concerned and Mom was giving me the stink eye
—motherfucker. Danny told them. Shit—
Mom raised her eyebrows and I nodded to let her know I’d handled it.

“Angie, I saved some breakfast for you. Come eat,
mija.
Would you like some coffee?”

“Cream and four sugars
Mami.
Go ahead and get started, sweetheart, I’ll be there in a minute and we’ll plan our day.” I gave her a little push towards Mom then dragged my traitorous sister to the other side of my car.

“What the fuck, Danny?”

She shrugged. “I was worried.”

“It’s none of your fucking business! Hell, it’s none of their fucking business. Fuck!” I paced in a circle holding my hands on my head to keep from strangling her. “How do you think Angie’s going to feel when she finds out you told them?”

“What makes you think she’ll find out?” I just looked at her.

“And still you left her alone with them?”
Shit.

When I raced back, Angie was sitting at the picnic table with my folks, visibly pale. Mom had her arm around her and Dad got up to meet me halfway, shaking his head. “I tried to stop her. But you know how she gets.”
Motherfucker
.