Just Give In (2 page)

“Dance
with me some more.” He moved closer.

“No
thanks. My boyfriend is at the bar.” She turned to leave, but the guy reached
out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back toward him hard enough she stumbled
backward.

Lena
might be bold with Rory, but she wasn’t a confrontational type of girl,
especially when it involved a drunken guy at a club that clearly couldn’t take
no for an answer.

He
stared at her, perspiration sliding down his forehead, his dark shirt damp from
the sweat, and tightened his hold on her wrist when she tried to pull away.

“Seriously,
let go.”

He
was either too drunk to realize what the hell he was doing, he didn’t care, or
he wanted to get the shit kicked out of him, which would be what happened if
Rory saw.

She
tried pulling her arm free again, looked over her shoulder, and saw Rory’s back
to her as he got her the water. “I said no. Now let me go.”

“Come
on. Quit being a cock-tease.”

Okay,
she’d had enough. She had no sympathy for guys that couldn’t take a hint, and
didn’t respect when a girl said no.

He
yanked her toward him again, so hard this time she practically fell forward.
She had to brace her hands on his chest just to steady herself, but instantly
pushed away.

“You’re
hurting my arm. Let go.” There were so many people around, and the music was so
loud, that it wasn’t that surprising that no one was helping, that no one
probably even noticed the interaction.

“You
are a cock-tease, aren’t you?” he said with annoyance in his voice. “Swaying
your ass, grinding it all over me. You’re nothing but a little bitch—”

And
then she saw the expression on the guy’s face change, saw his eyes widen as he
looked over her shoulder, and knew from the feeling of body heat behind her
Rory was there.

She
turned around, the guy finally letting go of her. Her wrist hurt, would
probably be bruised from how hard he’d held it, but she wasn’t worried about
that right now. Rory looked pissed. He held a clear plastic cup of water in his
hand, but the longer he stared at the guy that had touched her, the tighter his
hold was on the cup. And then the plastic crumbled in his grasp, water spilling
over his hand and landing on the floor.

Rory
had his hand on her shoulder, and pulled her back behind him. She’d seen him
get into a few fights at parties they’d attended, mainly because drunken guys
started shit with him, trying to be stronger.

They
always lost.

And
then Rory was going after the guy without even talking to him. He slammed his
fist into the side of the guy’s face, and the other man fell to the floor
instantly. Rory picked him up by the collar of his shirt, his biceps straining
from the force, from the power. Lena felt like she should stop this, but the
fact remained the guy had brought this on himself. She had no sympathy for guys
who thought they could take from unwilling women.

Rory
hauled him off the ground, and punched him in the face once more before letting
him go. Blood sprayed out of the guy’s nose, as it clearly was broken. His lip
was also split. He pulled himself off the ground, wiped his hand over his
mouth, and looked at the smeared blood.

People
started moving back from the violence. Rory went after the guy again, but she
knew she couldn’t let Rory get in trouble over this, and security would be
coming any minute. She rushed toward him and grabbed the back of his shirt. But
moving Rory when he was intent on something was like busting through a steel
wall. It was impossible.

“Come
on, Rory. He’s not worth you going to jail over.” She tried pulling him away,
but he shrugged off her hold.

“No,
Lena. This motherfucker put his hands on you.”

“Do
you really want this to be how the night ends, with security hauling your ass
out and the cops throwing you in jail for the night?” she asked, trying to get
through to Rory.

He
stopped, looked over his shoulder at her, and the rage she saw on Rory’s face
was like a blast of cold air. She’d seen him like this before, and even if she
knew he’d never hurt her, Lena couldn’t help the chill that moved through her.

“This
fucking asshole needs to learn that he can’t be a little motherfucker and touch
women when they don’t want him to.” Rory rolled his head around his neck,
lifted his hands, and cracked his knuckles. Lena looked over his shoulder to
see the guy had already pulled himself off the ground. He had blood all over
his shirt and the bottom half of his face.

“You’re
right, Rory, but I thought we had plans tonight?” Of course sex wasn’t what she
wanted to tempt him with to stop beating on a guy, but they really needed to
get out of here now. “I think he’s learned his lesson.”

Rory
stared at her for a moment, and then she saw the tension leave him. He wiped
his knuckles on his pants, cleaning off the blood. “He deserves a lot fucking
more, Lena.”

She
wasn’t arguing that point. Rory was like a walking, talking ad for masculinity
and testosterone, and when he was pissed, there wasn’t anything short of a
miracle that could derail him.

Tonight
was clearly a night for miracles.

She
saw security coming toward them, and she knew they needed out
of
here now. Lena spotted the people she’d come to the club
with, but they lifted their hands, obviously knowing they had to go before
things got even worse.

And
then Rory snapped into action. He took her hand, pushed people out of their
way, and they went toward the front doors. The bouncer at the front didn’t stop
them, and when they were outside, heading toward his truck, she knew that
although Rory was dangerous and violent with anyone that crossed him, he was
the only person she’d ever love, the one person that would protect her above
all else.

That
was reaffirmed by tonight.

He
helped her into the cab of the truck, and once he was inside and sitting in the
driver’s seat he turned and faced her. They stared at each other for several
seconds, and then he reached out, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her
forward. They kissed long and hard, and when he broke away she was breathless.

“Come
on, baby, let’s go somewhere and just talk, okay?”

She
nodded, knowing that even after the events of tonight she still wanted to be
with Rory in every way possible. Tonight was about the two of them, and she
didn’t want the violence that had transpired to stop her from being with the
guy she loved.

Chapter
Two

They’d
left the club, and although she’d said she wanted tonight to be the night they
both finally had sex, the fact was she didn’t know if he’d still be up for it.
She could see the stress on his face, the tightening in his hands as he gripped
the steering wheel. He was still upset about that guy, and she knew he had
every right to be. But she didn’t want his anger to ruin tonight, not after
she’d made up her mind on it all and knew this was what she wanted.

“Rory,
look at me,” she said softly. They sat in the cab of his truck, his headlights
on as he sat there idly in her driveway. The entire ride back from the city to
her house had been in silence, with him clenching and unclenching the steering
wheel.

He
turned and looked at her, and she saw his face relax, his tension slowly
leaving him as she smiled.

“I
love you,” she said and reached for his hand. Holding it in hers, she wanted to
tell him that things were fine now, that she was okay, but before she could
even open her mouth to get the words out he leaned forward, cupped the back of
her head, and kissed her. He was fierce in his kiss, his anger, his love for
her—all of those emotions she felt displayed, projected in the press of his
mouth to hers, the stroke of his tongue to hers.

“I
love you, too, baby.” He rested his head on hers, both of them breathing
heavily, clearly worked up from the kiss.

They
stayed like that for several moments, and then she pulled back further, feeling
the events of the night wash away as she stared at Rory. His short dark hair
was slightly spiky around his head, and even in the darkness of the cab of the
truck she could see how light and blue his eyes were.

“My
parents won’t be home until really late.”

He
lifted an eyebrow, that dark slash above his eye rising and a smirk covering
his face.

“They
went into the next city over, two hours away.”

He
leaned forward an inch, rested his arm on the back of the seat, and stared at
her lips. “Did they?”

She
nodded, licked her lips, and she swore she heard this deep groan leave him, or
maybe she’d been the one to make the sound. “They’re gone until early in the
morning, Rory,” she said and leaned in dragging her tongue along his bottom
lip. “They went to see a show, and it doesn’t end until one.” He still had his
hand on her hair and pulled her head back, which caused a gasp to leave her.
The pain and pleasure were there, the excitement and anticipation consuming
her. She was a little nervous, a little afraid that it would hurt, but God, was
she ready.

“We
have all the time in the world, baby.”

“I
know.” She reached out and touched his lips, ran her fingers along the
masculine arch of them, over his cheek that was covered in stubble, and smiled.
“But I’m ready. I’m really ready, Rory.”

He
groaned again, slanted his mouth on hers, and kissed her until she squirmed on
the seat, breathless. Pulling away, breaking their heated kiss, she turned and
got out of the truck. He cut the engine and followed suit, and they made their
way inside. Once in her house he grabbed her from behind, around the waist,
walked them toward the wall across from them, and ground his erection into her
lower back. He was so much taller than her five-foot-six inch height, over six
feet tall, so powerfully muscular, and all man.

“Come
on, Rory.” Looking over her shoulder at him, she rose on her toes, popped her
ass out, pressing her bottom to his dick. “Let’s go to my room.”

He
didn’t wait any longer. Taking hold of her hand, he led them up the stairs,
down the hall, and once in her room he shut the door with his foot. She walked
backward, toward her bed, and sat on the edge of it. She was ready for this,
ready for him. He was the guy she loved, the guy she saw herself being with
forever.

“I’m
ready, Rory.”

****

Rory
stared at Lena, the girl he was so fucking in love with sometimes it hurt to
even think about. Yeah, he was a virgin, too, but he was proud of the fact he’d
waited, that he was going to lose it right along with Lena. She was the only
person he wanted to spend his life with. With a shitty father, but a future
that looked promising, as long as his girl was by his side, he knew that being
with her, and only
her
, in all ways was the right step
for him to take.

He
wasn’t ashamed to let everyone know he didn’t fuck around on
Lena,
that
he was waiting until she was ready to have sex with her. He was
proud of that. How many guys could say that? Did he have blue balls more times
than not? Fuck yeah, he did, but Lena knew just the right things to help him
out with that.

Thinking
about what they were about to do, about her naked, hot as fuck body on display
for him, the smell of her, taste of her, had Rory’s cock so hard it ached.

He’d
wait until the end of time if that’s what it took, because Rory wasn’t going
anywhere. Being with Lena was what he wanted, and having her by his side for
the rest of his damn life was a dream come true. She knew about his life, about
the shit he had to deal with, but she was still here, with him every step of
the way.

Having
sex tonight hadn’t been in his plans, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t
think about it, about Lena, every damn day.

You think about having sex with
Lena even when you’re not with her. She’s all you think about.

Yeah,
she fucking was.

“Are
you sure about this?” he asked again, waiting to make sure she was really ready.
She nodded, licked those luscious lips of hers, and he moved closer to her. He
was still fully clothed, as was she, and he moved onto the bed.

 
Rory adjusted his much larger frame over Lena,
and she slowly leaned back on the too small bed. His head was pumping hard and
fast, his cock so damn hard he felt like the thing would bust right through his
jeans. She’d been dancing at the club the whole time, and when he leaned down
and ran his tongue along the underside of her jaw, the sweet and salty taste of
her sweat had him groaning. Maybe he was a dirty fucker right now, but he
didn’t give a shit. Lena was hot no matter what.

He
braced his weight on his elbows beside her head, kissed and licked at her
throat, at her pulse, and loved when he felt her shift beneath him. She was
getting up. He knew exactly what to do to get his girl good and ready for him.
When he leaned back, his cock throbbing, his balls aching, he saw her cheeks
were tinged pink and her pupils were dilated from her arousal.

“I’m
sure, Rory,” she said in a soft, arousal-laced voice. He’d heard her sound like
that so many times before, and it always had him ready for her. But they’d
waited, done everything but have sex, and he’d been content with that. He
wanted her good and ready for this, ready for him.

His
cock was hard, really fucking hard, and the damn thing pressed against the
zipper of his jeans incessantly. He’d jerked off plenty of times in the last
three years, maybe too much if he were being honest. All he thought about
during those times was this girl, and how much he loved her, wanted her, and
would do anything for her.

“And
before you ask again I don’t think you’re rushing me or this.” She pushed up,
braced her upper body on her elbows, and kissed him.

Rory
cupped the back of her head, opened his mouth, and pushed his tongue between
her lips. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, groaned at the flavor of her, at
how sweet she was, how she tasted like the alcohol she’d drunk.

She
made this soft sound in the back of her throat, and he felt her shift again,
opening her legs wider. Rory moved closer to her, wedged himself between her
thighs, and pressed his jean-clad cock against her pussy. They were both still
fully clothed, but that didn’t stop him from dry humping her. He moved back and
forth against her, harder, adding more pressure.

She
broke away, gasping, but he wasn’t going to let her stop this, not even to suck
in air. He leaned down again and took control of her mouth with his. She was
sweet and addictive, intoxicating and lush. The only thing Rory had ever wanted
in his shitty, fucked-up life was this girl right here. Lena Port was the only
person for him, the only person he’d ever loved. She made him want to be a
better man, had him actually looking forward to the fucking future.

It
was no secret that his old man was a drunken piece of shit, that Rory lived in
the crappy part of town, or that he had nothing to his name. Aside from the
truck he owned, and the job at the local garage that allowed him to buy what he
needed, Rory had nothing. He worked for everything he had, and even if he was
only eighteen he knew what it meant to work hard in order to earn his keep.

Lifting
up just enough that he broke the kiss and could stare down at her, Rory knew he
was one lucky son-of-a-bitch. His heart tightened as he stared at Lena’s face,
knowing that she was the only person that could bring him to his knees. He’d
seriously beat someone if they messed with her, kill anyone that hurt her.

She
was the only good thing in his life, and ever since that first day freshman
year when she’d run into him at school, they’d been inseparable. But there were
things, plans he’d wanted to talk to her about. They weren’t set in stone, but
he’d been thinking about them, knowing what he wanted to do, what he would
eventually do, would probably drive a wedge between them.

The
way she stared up at him with those big blue eyes of hers could bring his world
down with no effort.

“Do
you know how much I love you?” He cupped the side of her face, bracing his
weight on one arm.

She
smiled up at him. “Probably as much as I love you.”

His
heart beat painfully. “I want so much for us, Lena.”

“Me,
too.” She rose up and kissed him. “I want us to be together forever, Rory.”

“We
will, Lena.”

They’d
talked about college, and although he’d applied to the same ones she had, he
hadn’t gotten in, not with his mediocre grades. That was also something he had
to talk to her about. Maybe it was the home life he’d led that taught him
working for what he wanted was where his life was headed. He saw himself with
Lena forever, too, but the fact remained he hadn’t told her about the rejection
letters from the colleges he’d received, or the alternative path he’d decided
to take.

He
should have told her now, before things got crazy, and he knew they would after
he told her his plans, but they were for the best. He just wanted to be with
her, to show her how much he loved her in a physical way.

 
Her brown hair was a sexy mess around her
head, and he leaned in and buried his nose in the strands, inhaling deeply.

“You
smell so fucking
good
, baby.”

A
gust of breath left her, and she lifted her hands and grabbed his biceps,
curling her nails into his flesh.

“That
first time I saw you I knew you were the only girl for me, Lena,” he whispered
against her ear. Her hands tightened on him, and she lifted her hips up,
grinding her pussy on his cock. “Baby, you keep doing that and I won’t be able
to go slow, to take my time.”

“Maybe
I don’t want
slow
.”

He
chuckled softly, but it was strained from his arousal. “You may not want
slow
, but I do, baby, especially for our first time.”

Rory
had never messed around on her, never even thought about it. She was it for
him. Whether he believed in fate or soul mates didn’t matter, because what he
felt for Lena, the amount of emotion he had for her, was something that went
far beyond being in love.

“I
want what you want, Rory.” She still cupped his cheek, and searched his face
with her gaze, her eyes moving back and forth. “I trust you. You’re the only
person I trust with everything in me.” And then she reached between their
bodies, gripped him through his jeans, and gave his cock a squeeze. “I want
you,” she whispered and squeezed his dick again, rubbing her palm up and down
the length. “I want this inside of me.”

“Oh.
Fuck,” he groaned and rested his forehead on hers. When she kept rubbing him,
moving her hand up and down, faster and adding more pressure, he couldn’t hold
his eyes open any longer. He heard her swallow, saw her throat move up and down
from the act, and knew she was right here with him. She was just as in this
moment as he was.

When
she moved her hand up and down his length again and made this soft moan, he
nearly lost it right then. His cock throbbed with the need to feel her bare
skin on him, and he cursed at the clothing separating them.

“God,
Rory.” She licked her lips and stared at him with wide eyes. “You’re so hard.”

“I’m
hard for you, baby. I’m only
ever
hard for you.”

“I
want you, want to feel you inside of me.” Her mouth was parted, her breathing
short, hard pants.

Damn,
she couldn’t say that kind of shit, not when he was so far gone as it was, and
it was taking all of his self-control not to tear their damn clothing away. As
it was, if she kept rubbing him like she was, he’d come right in his jeans like
he was a kid just learning that touching his cock felt
good
.