Just Give In (4 page)

“It
feels so good.” She sounded out of breath, and kept clenching and unclenching
her fingers on his back, her nails digging into his flesh and making a
pleasure-pain sensation course through him.

“Fuck
yeah, it does, baby.” He clenched his ass as he thrust deep inside of her. “
Christ
. Fucking hell, Lena, you’ll never
know how fucking good you feel to me, how perfect you are.” He was going to
come, and really hard, but not before she did. He wanted her to get off, to
clench around his cock, finding her pleasure as he found hers. And when he
leaned back, gripped her ass with his hand, and watched as he pushed his cock
into her and pulled it back out, everything in him stilled. His balls were
drawn-up, ready to fucking explode.

The
sight of the thick length of him stretching her wide, of her pink flesh sucking
at him, was his undoing. He placed a thumb on her clit, started rubbing the
little nub back and forth, and closed his eyes as he started thrusting in and
out of her. A gasp left her, and he felt her clench around him. Opening his
eyes he stared at her face and watched as she came. The sight of her pleasure
and the sound of her ecstasy were some of the hottest things he’d ever
experienced.

He
started pushing his hips forward and pulling them back, faster and harder until
he was coming, too. Thrusting into her once, twice, and on the third deep pump
he stilled and came so fucking hard lights danced in front of his vision. Her
pussy clenched and relaxed around his cock, and her moans filled his head. His
orgasm seemed to go on forever, and every muscle in his body was tense,
straining.

When
his pleasure finally receded he collapsed, bracing his elbows by her head and
keeping his weight off of her.

“Lena,
my sweet, sweet Lena.” The words just came from him, his love for this girl so
strong it hurt just looking at her sometimes.

Her
mouth was by his ear, her breathing hard, ragged. He felt her smile against
him, and then she kissed the shell of his ear.

She
moved slightly under him, and he rolled off of her, but curled his arm around
her middle and tugged her to his body. Cupping the side of her face, Rory
stared at her, smoothed his thumb along her cheekbone, and then leaned in and
kissed her. His cock was semi-hard, but the fucking thing started getting stiff
again when she opened her mouth and ran her tongue along his. They kissed for
long, drugging moments, her breasts pressed to his chest, her nipples hard.
Their skin was damp from sweat, slicked, moving together as they got as close
as they could. It felt so damn good to have her like this, with nothing
separating them.

“I
hope I didn’t hurt you too badly,” he said against her lips.

“It
only hurt for a moment, and then it was…” Her silence had him getting so damn
turned on, because he knew exactly what she meant. “It was everything I thought
it would be, knew how it would be.” She looked at him from under her lashes.

“It
was something that was incredible, that I’ll never forget, and what I’ll want
to do again soon.”

She
started chuckling, and he grinned. “Well, that makes two of us.” She smiled and
leaned in and kissed him. They lay there for several minutes kissing, their
breathing picking up again, her moans filling his head.

“I
don’t want this night to ever end, Rory.” She rested her head on his chest, and
he shifted on his back, staring at the ceiling.

He
didn’t want this night to end either, but he’d have to tell her his plans, and
hope that she could see they were for the best, for their future.

Chapter
Four

Rory
had left Lena’s house at four in the morning, and it had been pretty fucking
lucky for them seeing as when he’d got onto the main part of the road he saw
her parents’ car driving in the opposite direction. He parked his truck in the
gravel driveway, cut the engine, and stared at the piece of shit hovel that he’d
only ever known as “home”.

Climbing
out of the truck, he saw the light from the TV coming through the living room
window, the corner of the glass having old and peeling duct tape to try to mend
the crack. This place was what he called home, even if it was a piece of shit
one-story house that held a lot of bad memories.

Walking
up the driveway, kicking away an empty beer can, and climbing the broken and
uneven wooden steps to the porch, he could smell the weed already saturating
the air before he even opened the front door. He knew what he’d see once he
stepped inside, knew his dad was probably passed out on the couch, maybe even
with some random chick on top of him. The place would be trashed, as it always
was, and it was because his old man just didn’t give a shit.

When
he opened the door and stepped inside he looked into the living room, seeing
exactly what he expected. He walked farther in the house and pushed his truck
keys into the front pocket of his jeans, shaking his head and thinking how he
couldn’t wait until he finally left this place. If he wasn’t used to the sights
and smells whenever he came home this might be a depressing thing to walk in
on, but the fact remained he was so used to it.

God,
all he wanted to do was go back to Lena and just hold her. She made everything
seem better, made the world look less fucked up. She was his light in this
dirty, grimy darkness.

The
sound of the television on low in the background was just loud enough he didn’t
have to look at the screen to know porn was playing on it. His old man was on
the grey, stained and frayed couch, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, his arm
hanging off the cushion, and his potbelly protruding under his wife-beater that
should have been white but looked
more brown
. If Rory
wasn’t stuck here, having no place else to go, wanting to finish school, and
loving Lena too much to just leave like that, he would have gotten the fuck out
of here.

Rory
turned and went into the kitchen, exhausted from being up all night and being
with Lena, but hell, what a fucking reason to be tired. He filled a glass with
tap water, and drank it as he stared out the window.

There
were old tires stacked up against the nearly debilitated shed a few yards away.
A car that was on cinder blocks, the wheels stripped, the paint gone to hell,
and the engine gone, sat beside the shed. The yard was trashy, just like Brian,
just like Rory’s life had been. Hell, the grass wasn’t even green—what little
grass there actually was—and hadn’t been for years. It was like the grass had realized
what a shitty life it had on this strip of property, and said, “
fuck
this.”

The
hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and the feeling of someone watching
him filled him. Rory set the glass down and turned to look at his dad.

Brian
Jaymes
might have been a decent human back in the
day, but there wasn’t a time Rory remembered where he wasn’t hassled by the
man. After his mother died when Rory was only two, Brian told him he’d had no
choice but to take care of “the kid”. But Brian hadn’t taken care of him, not
in the sense that a parent took care of their child.

Rory
had done that all on his own, had dealt with everything that was thrown at him,
and always came out standing. He hadn’t put up with his father’s shit since he
was ten years old and could defend himself. He might have gotten knocked around
back then still, but that didn’t mean he didn’t at least try to fight back. And
then when he’d gotten old enough to actually do some damage his old man had at
least thought twice about laying a hand on him. Of course when he was drunk,
like Rory could tell he was right now, the fucker thought he was Iron Man.

Brian
didn’t say anything for several seconds, and then walked into the kitchen,
opened the freezer, and grabbed a bottle of vodka out. He popped the lid and
drank straight from it. When he had his fill for the moment and set the bottle
down on the yellow seventies style Formica counter, he looked at Rory.

“It’s
late as fuck, boy.” Brian paused a moment. “Where you been?”

“Out,”
Rory said and went to move past him, but his dad grabbed his arm. Rory stopped,
breathed in and out to calm himself, and looked at his dad. “You better get
your hands off me,” Rory said, knowing that his old man was drunk enough he
might start shit, and Rory didn’t allow himself to get beat anymore. He threw
punches back.

“Who
the fuck do you think you are, coming back here this early in the goddamn
morning?”

Rory
wrenched his arm out of his father’s hold, turned and faced him, and showed him
he wasn’t afraid of his bullshit. “I said I was out, and that’s the end of it.”
He didn’t talk about Lena with Brian, didn’t even like thinking about her when
he was in the fucker’s presence.

Brian
let go of Rory, grabbed a cigarette from off the counter, and the pack
crumbled. He put one of the sticks in his mouth, bent over, and turned on the
stove. The flame on the burner’s flame was a vibrant blue, and he bent closer
to it and lit the end of the cigarette. When he straightened he inhaled a few
times, blew the smoke out through his nose, and chuckled. “You with that little
girlfriend of yours?”

Rory
might not talk about Lena with his father, but that didn’t mean Brian didn’t
know about her. It was kind of hard to hide the love of his life for three
years, especially when she’d come to this shithole over the past few years for
one thing or another.

Rory
turned and started walking toward his room, not about to talk about Lena with
this worthless waste of space human. Brian had never been a father to him. He’d
been a bully, a man that got drunk and started using his kid as a punching bag,
because he’d been so worthless he couldn’t even find a shred of love in that
black heart of his. Brian didn’t give a shit about what Rory did or when he
came home. This was just a tactic to start shit with him, and if he kept at it
Rory knew they’d start throwing down.

Did
he want to fight with his father? No. He wished he’d had a decent childhood,
and that he could talk to his dad about Lena, about his plans for their future.

“I’m
still talking to you, Rory,” he father said with a slight slur in his voice.
“You don’t fucking turn your back on me while I’m talking.”

Rory
continued walking away. He wasn’t going to let this asshole ruin what he’d
shared with Lena tonight, or the high she always gave him with just her
presence. Brian and Rory might share the same six-foot-three height, but Brian
no longer had the muscle mass that he probably had back in the day. The
alcohol, shitty lifestyle, and lack of staying healthy made him overweight,
slow, and lazy.

“You
fucking that little girl? You want pussy you need to fuck a real woman, boy.”

Rory
clenched his teeth and walked into his room. He should knock the fucker out for
even saying anything about Lena, but he just wanted to crash for a few hours
before he had to go to work. With school officially out, and Rory able to say
he’d stuck it out and finished high school, he planned on working for a little
while, saving more money, and moving toward his end result. He still had to
talk to Lena about that, and that’s what was on his mind, not the fight his old
man was trying to start.

He
went to shut the door, but his father was there, putting his foot in the way so
he couldn’t close it.

“I
asked you a question.” His father pushed the scarred wood inward, and Rory
didn’t bother stopping him. If he wanted to do this, fine. Rory was more than
ready.

“What
I do isn’t your damn business. It hasn’t been for a long fucking time.”

Rory
had lost any fear he’d ever had for this man. Now he just went up against him
with what he had. Of course he wanted out of here, away from Brian, this shitty
house, the bad memories, and he would be gone soon. Leaving Lena wasn’t what he
wanted to do, but he wasn’t, not really. He knew doing this would better both
of their lives. He’d be able to provide for her, give her what she needed. Once
he talked to her, told her what he planned on doing, they could decide how
things were going to play out. He wanted her with him, right by her side, but
he also didn’t want her giving up her plans and dreams.

Brian
chuckled and shook his head, leaning against the doorframe. “Why are you even
still here, Rory?”

“Believe
me, I won’t be for long. And I wouldn’t be here if I had any other choice.”

His
father raised a greying, bushy eyebrow. “If it wasn’t for me taking care of you
after your loose as fuck mother kicked the bucket, you’d be nothing but a
memory now.”

Rory
clenched his hands into fists at his sides.

“Shut
your fucking mouth.” Rory didn’t know his mother, didn’t remember her, but that
didn’t mean this piece of shit could badmouth her. Yeah, he knew from what
Brian had said enough times that his mother had slept around before they got
together and that she’d been heavy into drinking as well. But he didn’t care
about any of that. This asshole didn’t talk bad about the dead, no matter who
they were.

“You
owe me a hell of a lot.”

“I
don’t owe you anything, Brian.” He kept his body tense, his form ready if Brian
really wanted to do this. “Believe me, I’ll be out of here and never fucking
look back.”

His
father took another step toward him, but Rory held his ground. He refused to
back down. If Brian was drunk enough to do this, then so be it, because Rory
was primed for a fight. “You want to do this, Brian?”

Something
flickered in Brian’s eyes, maybe fear or realization that he couldn’t take Rory
down. Maybe he saw that Rory was pissed and on edge enough that he’d get
knocked the fuck down … again. Whatever went through Brian’s mind had him
stopping and moving a step back, shaking his head in the process.

“I
don’t have fucking time for this, and you’re not worth it,” Brian mumbled,
turned around and walked away.

Rory
shut the door hard enough it shook, and the noise reverberated through the
shitty room. A moment passed before Rory felt calm enough to even move. He turned,
stared at the small bed, the sheets and comforter mussed on top, and breathed
out. Scratching his head and knowing he should take a shower, Rory said fuck it
and walked toward the bed. Aside from the bed-frame that was as old as Rory,
everything in this room was things he’d had to buy for himself. That’s how
worthless Brian was.

He
lay down on his bed face first, closed his eyes, and let the only good thing in
his life filled his head, which was the girl he was absolutely in love with …
Lena Port.