Just Give In (9 page)

Chapter
Twelve

Two years later

Lena
was in her second year at college, doing well with her grades, and trying not
to get distracted at the fact every time she came home it was to see Rory
waiting for her. Even that thought had her smiling. After all the shit they
went through, him going to Colorado, and then coming back after she lost the
baby, they’d gotten closer, their relationship even more engrained, stronger.
Lena didn’t know if she’d believed in soul mates or if she hadn’t, but that
changed when she’d gotten with Rory. And when things had gotten hard over these
last few years, things just clicked for her that this man was the only person
she’d ever love. He was it for her, Lena’s world, her other half, and not
having him in her life was too unbearable to even think about.

She
grabbed the shopping bags out of the back of her car, shut the door with her
foot, and headed up the slightly cracked driveway of the home she lived in with
Rory. The house they rented was only twenty minutes from the university, and
less than that from the garage Rory managed. He might have left Colorado only
months into the project, losing the chance to have a secured job with that
company, but he’d left for her, and she would have done the same for him.

And
here they were now, two years later, living together, loving each other even
more with each passing day, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. At first it
had been hard for him to find good work when they’d moved in together, but they’d
made it work, and then he’d gotten a good job, one that had provided for both
of them. True to his word, he worked and she focused on school. They were a
team, and always would be.

Of
course they had their differences, fought even, but at the end of the day they
still loved each other, were there for each other, and wasn’t that what really
mattered?

She
juggled the keys and the two plastic bags of groceries as she tried to unlock
the front door. Cursing loud enough she was sure the neighbors, a young couple
expecting their first baby, heard, she finally managed to open the door and
push it open with her foot.

When
she stepped inside she saw Rory coming out of the spare bedroom in nothing but
a pair of running shoes, track shorts, and headphones in his ears. His upper
body was covered in sweat, glistening, and his muscles stood out in powerful,
sharp contrast.

He
was busy messing with his phone, and she took that moment to stare at him, to
really look at him after his workout. His chest glistened with sweat, and the
few tattoos he had flexed and relaxed as he moved his body closer to her, his
focus still on his phone. This sigh left her on its own at the power he
displayed, and the strength that made her feel all feminine.

She
thought she’d known everything there was to know about Rory being with him for
three years, but since living with him she’d realized there had been so much
that she’d been blind to. He hated coffee, preferred water over soda, and he
liked sour treats, often forgoing chocolate when she brought it home. He also
left the toilet seat up constantly, didn’t like to put his clothes in the
hamper, and instead usually tossed them right beside it on the floor.

She
smiled at the annoying things he did, things she only found out about because
they were living together, but they were things she’d grown to love about him.
After the miscarriage she’d become closer to her parents, her mother
especially. Even now she remembered the way her mother had held her as the
doctor told her she’d lost her baby. Her parents hadn’t been upset about her
being pregnant, and maybe it was because she had lost her unborn child, or
maybe she’d never given them a chance to show them they loved her no matter
what, that they’d be there for her no matter what.

After
that moment, after losing their child, Rory and Lena took precautions, didn’t
take any chances of her becoming pregnant again, at least not until they were
both ready. She’d seen specialists after the miscarriage, making sure there
wasn’t anything wrong with her when she wanted to have children in the future.
And she did. Lena wanted several children, and she wanted Rory to be the
father. After she’d gotten confirmation that she shouldn’t have any trouble
having
children, that
sometimes women had miscarriages
and there was just no medical reason they could find, Lena had gotten on birth
control.

Rory’s
father Brian was still the lowlife piece of shit he’d always been, but he was
alone now, not able to take out his anger, negative energy, or worthless
attitude on Rory any longer.

And
the longer she stood there and stared at him, the more she grew warm, heated,
and her love for him took over. God, she loved him, and she didn’t think she
could love him any more than she did, but with each passing day she was proving
herself wrong.

He
slowly lifted his head, his ear buds still in, his phone still in his hand. But
the longer they stared at each other, the more the room grew heated, the sexual
chemistry that was always between them moving back and forth, always strong,
continuously growing, the more she just wanted to be with Rory. He walked
toward her, this intense look on his face.

She
set the two bags on the floor, licked her lips, and slowly moved a step back,
playing the game, being the prey to his predator. “You’re all sweaty,” she
stated without making it a question, her libido so heightened she wanted to
scream at how much she wanted him.

He
took a predatory step toward her. “I am, but you and I both know that gets you
off.”

Yeah,
she did love when he was all sweaty. As it was, she was wet between her thighs,
ready for him.

He
took another step toward her, and his body heat slammed into her. “I bet you’re
wet between your thighs right now, aren’t you?” He lifted a hand and smoothed
his finger along her cheek. “I bet your pussy is all nice and juicy.”

Maybe
it was seeing his body all flushed, wet and hard from his workout, or maybe
knowing he had an abundance of adrenaline and testosterone pumping through his
veins right now, was the reason she got so turned on.

Who are you kidding? You get wet
for Rory because it’s Rory.

 
“Maybe you should take a shower first,” she
said, her voice sounding breathless, but then again she couldn’t suck enough
air into her lungs. Really though, she didn’t care that he was sweaty, and in
fact wanted to get just as sweaty as he was … with him. Him all glossy, all wet
for her, all pumped from his workout was the good, clean kind of sweat, the
delicious kind of dirty.

“Like
I said…” He leaned in another inch. “You love me like this.” He whispered so
close to her mouth she felt it all the way to her pussy. Her clit tingled,
pulsed like her heart was stationed there. He inhaled deeply, and then opened
his mouth slightly and dragged his tongue along the swell of her bottom lip.
While licking at her lips he slid his hand behind her to cup her ass.

“You
want me to fuck you right now?”

She
couldn’t answer, couldn’t even breathe for that matter. But she lifted her
hands to grip his shoulders, and forced herself to nod. She could go from cold
to
hot for Rory instantly. She was going to have some
control right now, and so she pushed him back, but only enough to grab his hand
and start pulling him toward the bedroom.

Their
house was small, but it was perfect for them. With two bedrooms, one that they
slept in and the other used as a workout place for Rory, and a room where she
had her computer and could study, it gave them the personal space they needed
as well.

Although
she wished Rory would consider applying to college again, because she knew how
smart he was, she was glad he was happy in his life, and what he was doing. She
knew that if he wanted to go to college, try to get in after all these years,
it was an option that was always open.

Once
they were in the room she closed the door and pressed her body to his. He was
warm, hard, and the scent of his clean sweat filled her head, made her feel
drunk.

 
Lena wrapped her arms around his waist,
pressed her breasts to his chest, and rose on her toes to kiss him. “I love
you,” she said against his mouth.

He
groaned and cupped her ass in his big hands. Rory started moving his hands back
up her body, grabbed the hem of her shirt, and lifted it off of her. He made
quick movements to take off her bra, and then went for his shorts. She got her
pants and underwear off, and when they were naked she pressed her body to his
again.

He
started kissing the side of her throat, and she closed her eyes and let her
head fall back. Her body felt like it was inflamed, like she was being consumed
by his touch. He kissed a path of fire down the side of her face and to her
throat. Rory had his hands on her ass again, squeezed the mounds, spread them
slightly as he continued to lick and suck at her flesh, and then slipped his
finger between the cheeks. She moaned when he touched her asshole, fingering
the tight little hole until she rose on her toes from the pleasure. He didn’t
penetrate her, not really, just continued to gently apply pressure, a very
small amount of the digit slipping into her ass.

Feeling
that control come back up on her, she pushed him away again and dropped to her
knees. Staring up at him, she licked her lips, feeling her mouth water for the
taste of him. He was thick and long, and when she grabbed the base of his cock
and started stroking him from root to tip, she loved that the tendons in his
neck stood out as he strained.

Opening
her mouth and sucking on the head of his cock, she loved the salty flavor of
his pre-cum, loved that he grabbed her behind the back of the head, and tangled
his hands in her hair. He jerked her head forward, making another inch of his
dick slide into her.

She
started sucking his cock, jerking him off with her mouth and hand, and felt the
little jets of his cum fill her mouth. He groaned and grunted above her, jerked
in her mouth, tightened his hold in her hair until the pain spiked with her
pleasure, and she sucked harder on him. He was watching her mouth, his lips
parted slightly, his eyes at half-mast.

“That’s
so fucking hot, Lena.” And just when she thought he’d come he hauled her up,
slanted his mouth on hers, and kissed her like he owned her.

He does own you.

He
walked her backward until the door greeted her back. It was hard, cold, but
Rory’s body heated hers. He stroked his tongue over hers, his fingers between
her thighs, touching her, having her close to having an orgasm. And then he
slipped those digits in her pussy, fucked her with them, all while he probed
her mouth with his tongue.

He
murmured against her damp lips, “Does that feel good, baby?”

“You
know it does. It always feels good when I’m with you.”

He
played her body like a man that knew exactly what buttons to push to make her
get off. Over and over he pumped his fingers into her pussy, making it wetter,
more sensitive. Rory moved his thumb along her clit, rubbed the nub back and
forth, in small but quick circles, and had her moaning like a banshee. She
curled her nails into his shoulders and closed her eyes as ecstasy washed
through her. He bit down on her lip hard enough it hurt, but then soothed the
sting away with his tongue.

And
then she came.

Never
once did he stop pumping those long, thick digits into her clenching body, not
until her high dissipated and she was left standing there wilted and grasping
for reality. He pulled his fingers from her and brought the glossy digits up,
and wiped them along her lips. And then he leaned in and kissed her, licked
that glossiness away.

Without
saying anything, Rory looked at her with this intent, dominating gaze, gripped
her behind her thighs, right under her ass cheeks, and lifted her off the
ground. She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter, curled her legs around
his lean hips, and kissed him again.

Their
kiss was hard and demanding, filled with so much heat and arousal she tasted
it. Balancing her weight with only one of his strong arms, Rory reached between
their bodies with his other hand, grabbed his cock, and put the tip of his dick
at the entrance of her pussy. Without preamble he pushed into of her. He was
hot and hard and filled every inch of her body, stretching her, making her feel
consumed.

Rory
held her hips tight as used her body as leverage to thrust into her body, to
fuck her like a madman. Back and forth he thrust his hips, filling her with his
cock and then retreating just as quickly until she felt like she was going to
come again.

“I
love you,” he grunted out. “Tell me you love me, Lena. Tell me you love me as
my
cock’s
deep inside of you.”

“I
love you,” she gasped the words out.

He
slammed one hand on the door beside her head and grunted out his pleasure. “I
love you so fucking much. So. Fucking. Much.” The words were broken up.

Her
breasts rubbed along the hard definition of his chest, and she knew she was
only a few short thrust away from coming again. Closing her eyes, feeling that
peak right there, she let herself go.