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I pulled her into my arms, my cock jerking at the feel of her against me.

“Nadine…”

“Yes.”

“I can’t wait any longer.”

She shook her head.
 

“Okay.”

Her softly spoken permission sent a surge of lust through me. I hadn’t thought it was possible to be this turned on. And she’d just dialed it up even further.
 

Just by being her.

I hadn’t felt like this before. Sex had become mechanical for me. Just something to do to get my rocks off. But with her it was different.

It was not even in the same ballpark.

Fuck, it wasn’t on the same damn planet.

I positioned myself above her, holding the tip of my cock against her puffy little lips. Gently, I eased forward until I was a few inches in. She was stretched around me, feeling even tighter than I had imagined.

Her eyes were wide when I looked down at her. I eased back and nudged forward, inch by inch. It felt so good that it almost hurt. The way she was hugging my cock made me feel something I’d never felt before.

Something… deep.

“Unfff…”

I looked down, realizing I was barely halfway in. I pushed a little harder, feeling something inside her give way. Then I was in, up to my balls.
 

Holy fucking hell.

I was in paradise. I was finally in and I never wanted to leave. Nadine looked surprised. I didn’t blame her.

I was surprised as hell myself.

“Nadine… I have to-“

She nodded shakily.

“Don’t stop.”

I began to move.

Nadine

James held himself above me, his weight on his massive arms. He was straining with the effort of keeping his body up, of holding back. I could see it in the tense look on his face.

The sexy grunting sounds he was making were driving me crazy.

He was like an animal.

I was too.

And I loved it.

It was hard to believe I’d been so afraid. He’d been gentle. At first. Now he was… not.

He knew just what my body wanted, when it wanted it. It was perfect. He was perfect.

I felt my body start to rise as I peaked again. I shuddered around his massive cock as it pistoned in and out of me with increasing tempo. He froze and I felt his cock expand. It seemed hard to believe it could get any larger but it did.

Then it pulsed, sending another orgasm rocking through my body.

I thought James would stop then but he didn’t. He drove forward again and again. My body did not stop shaking until he’d finally stilled, his forehead resting on mine.
 

He’d kissed me softly before pulling ou. It was strange, but I felt empty without him inside me.

He did something with the condom and went into the bathroom. I heard the water run. He came back with a warm washcloth. He pressed it against me and I winced.

“Better?”

I nodded. I didn’t quite trust my voice yet. For so long I’d refused to even think about letting a boy in. Letting anyone in. I’d been on my own and I’d liked it that way.

But now everything had changed.

He smiled at me and took the cloth back to the bathroom. Then he pulled on a pair of track pants and stared down at me.

“Do you want something to drink? Water?”

I nodded, smiling at him. He’d taken such care with me… I knew this was more than just sex. I smiled at the ceiling after he’d gone. I felt so good.

So protected.

So loved.

I rolled to the side and froze. His bedside table had a deep drawer.

The drawer was open.

The drawer was full of condoms.

Lots and lots of condoms.

It looked like hundreds of them.

Lube too. It sunk in slowly. He had hundreds of condoms. Because he had sex with a lot of girls. I’d just given my V-card to the biggest man whore in the state.

The country maybe.

My heart started to beat double time in my chest.

“Nadine? What’s wrong sweetheart?”

I sat up, pulling the sheets up to cover myself. He looked concerned, holding the glass of water in front of me.
 

Hell, he looked more than concerned.

He looked very, very worried.

Good. He fucking should be. This candy shop was about to close.

Permanently.

“What is it?”

“Your stash. Real classy, James.”

His jaw dropped.

“Jesus Fitz, how many condoms do you need?”

He shrugged. I stood up, dragging the sheet off the bed with me.

“They send me a case every now and then. All the guys get them.”

“A case?”

I looked in the drawer. There were a lot of condoms, but it wasn’t a case.

“You must have used an awful lot of them.”

“Nadine-“

He reached for me but I stepped back. I didn’t want him touching me. No wonder he knew exactly how to turn me on. I was an idiot and he was a total slut. I felt sick to my stomach.

“How many?”

He shrugged again.

“I’m no saint. But I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

“What, since five minutes ago? What a fucking hardship for you.”

“No- since the night I saw you at BB Smiths.”

That was a little more than a month ago. I laughed. He was actually proud of himself for not fucking anyone for a full month!

“Congratulations on your phenomenal will power!”

I reached for my clothes but he spun me, holding my shoulders.

“Nadine. I have not been with anyone else and I do not plan to be with anyone else. Not if we are together.”

“Together? That’s a joke. I’m glad you got that out of your system. You nailed the stupid girl from South Side. Her first time too! You must be so proud.”

He stared at me, taken aback by my harsh words.

“Now I would like you to let me go.”

His eyes were wide as I grabbed my clothes. I got dressed in the hallway, half expecting him to follow me out.

Almost hoping he would.

But he didn’t.

The sun was just starting to paint the sky as I walked out of his townhouse.

Out of his life.

I brushed my hand over my cheeks. They were wet. He’d done it. He made me cry after all these years.

If anything, it made me even angrier.

I didn’t want to cry over a man like him.

I didn’t want to cry over anyone.

Chapter Thirteen

James

God damn it!

I stared at the drawer full of condoms. This is what was going to ruin things for us? My collection of unused prophylactics?

I was pissed. Nadine knew what kind of guy I was. Or had been.

What did she fucking expect?
 

I told her I would change for her. It wasn’t even a question. I had changed. But this was bullshit.

She’d just taken away what I wanted more than anything in the world.

Her.

I felt my insides twist.

Fuck this.

I ran out into the street. It was just past dawn. I’d been planning on keeping her up with me, then making her breakfast.

After I took her once or twice more.

Fuck, even now I could still feel her sweetness on my cock.

I took off down the street. I could see her about a block away.

“NADINE!”

She looked at me over her shoulder and took off at a run.

But I’d seen it.

She was crying.

I stood there, suddenly feeling like the lowest life form on Earth. She’d given me her virginity and I’d fucked it all up. I walked back home, deciding that I would make it up to her. I would get her back.

I had too.

For whatever reason, she’d got her hooks into me. And I didn’t see a way to get them out. I wasn’t sure I wanted to either.

Besides, I wasn’t a quitter. It wasn’t in my nature. Coach hadn’t trained me that way either. Not back in high school and not now.

They’d encouraged me. Trained me. Molded me into the man I was today. It wasn’t just physical either. Mentally, I’d been trained to see obstacles in the distance and overcome them.
 

No matter how fucking insurmountable they were.

Too bad I hadn’t seen her coming. Never in a million years would I have thought I would fall in love with the skinny little girl from South Side.

Love. Fuck me. But there it was.

I was going to use that training now. To get what I wanted. I had a half-day of classes before practice but I could cut class. The team had tutors to bring me notes anyway.

I had shit to do.

I knew the one thing I could do that would bring Nadine right back to my doorstep. I picked up the phone, grinning.

This was going to be good.

Nadine

“Hi, I was interested in the room. I was wondering if you allowed pets?”

The answer was always the same.

No. Sorry. Best of luck.

I hung up, chewing my lip. I crossed out yet another number on my list. I’d long since given up on living near campus, or anything reasonably priced. Now I was calling every single place in the paper. Every number on the student housing board.

The fact remained.

I was fucked.

I was supposed to pick up Honeysuckle today.

God damn it.

Maybe if I asked them, they could keep her another day or two? But that would only cost more. Plus, I didn’t want to leave her there longer than necessary. It wasn’t exactly a cheerful place.

I wanted to take the best care of her that I could.

Who was I kidding? I could barely take care of myself. I had no backup. No one to help me.

I was all alone.

I’d always been alone. And I always would be.

I felt the familiar squeeze in my tummy. I was thinking about James again. If only he wasn’t such a player… it had felt almost real when he’d held me in his arms.

Almost like he cared about me.

But he just cared about himself. And his cock.

His beautiful, perfect cock.

I sighed, resting my head on my hands. I had midterms coming up soon. I had already lost my new job thanks to James. All I had were a couple of shifts at the rib joint.

Like I said, I was fucked.

Everything was going to hell in a hand basket.

Oh well, nothing to do but face it. I counted my money again, leaving most of it in an envelope under my mattress. I could only hope they took installment plans.

I grabbed a cardboard box for Honeysuckle from the recycling outside and took the bus across town. I was a bundle of nerves the whole way. I paced outside, trying to figure out something to say that would convince them to help me. Finally, I took a deep breath and walked into the animal hospital.

“Hello, I was supposed to pick up my cat today.”

The girl behind the desk barely even looked at me. She was playing with her phone and giggling while she twirled her hair. This was not off to a good start.

I’m not gonna lie. I kind of wanted to smack her.

Be nice Nadine…

“Name?”

“Honeysuckle.”

Suddenly, she wasn’t so disinterested. Her voice got high pitched. The receptionist started gushing.

“Oh yes, he picked her up already!”

“Excuse me?”

“So gentle and sweet for such a big man!”

My heart started thudding in my chest.

He hadn’t.

He wouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

“What do you mean?”

“Your boyfriend picked her up! Took care of the bill and everything. He even bought supplies for her. The good stuff too.”

James had my cat. He had taken her hostage. It was brilliant. Cruel, but brilliant.

He’d done the one thing that I couldn’t fight back against. He’d won.

Checkmate.

The receptionist was still prattling on about James and how wonderful he was. How kind. What she didn’t know was that he was punishing me. He was bringing me to heel.

I thanked her numbly and walked out.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and pulled it out.

Perfect fucking timing.

I stared at my phone. James had been texting and calling since I left his house. He’d been demanding that I come back. That I finish what I’d started.

That I belonged to him.

Get your ass back here right fucking now Deanie

I am not joking around

This is not negotiable

You’re mine now. You fucking know it.

And then just now:

I’m waiting

That last one had been less than a minute ago. He must have just finished practice. He’d timed everything just right. I’d avoided class again, knowing he would be there. I was supposed to be at the Pussycat Lounge in an hour, but I assumed I’d been fired for walking out the other night. I didn’t have anywhere to be.
 

I cringed, knowing I was losing the fight.

James was going to get what he wanted after all.

Delivered right to his doorstep with a big fat fucking bow wrapped around it like a gift.

Only this time, it was me.
 

Chapter Fourteen

James

The doorbell rang. Slowly, I walked over to it. Outwardly I looked calm. But inside I was pissed off.

Furious really.

She’d made me wait.

She’d denied me.

Well, that was about to change.

Right fucking now.

I opened the door to see a pissed off little minx staring at me. Hellfire was in her eyes. I grinned. She looked beautiful when she was angry.

She was never going to bore me, that was for sure.

I let her in without a word.

She turned around the second the door was shut, her hair flying. She looked like she was ready to fight.

Good.

So was I.

As long as it ended with us getting horizontal.

I tilted my head, staring at her, trying to figure out how to get her into bed as quickly as possible. Actually, the wall would do quite nicely.

“If you hurt her, so help me God!”

“Hurt who? The stupid cat?”

She looked around the room and froze. Honeysuckle was curled up in my favorite armchair, purring loudly. She’d been doing that since I brought her home.

Nadine’s pretty red lips opened in surprise. I felt my cock fill with blood. It was just that easy with her.