PS02 - Without Regret (30 page)

that he could open her pants. Once he pulled the zipper down he didn’t waste time. He yanked her pants down six inches and

pressed her legs forward until her knees touched her breasts and exposed her pussy.

His dick jumped approvingly as he ran his eyes over the short trimmed wet golden curls covering her swollen pink lips. As

much as he would love to find out how sweet she was he needed to put them both out of their misery. He just hoped this didn’t

add to the pain.

“Please, Chris!” she sobbed wildly as she squirmed.

“You better not be lying to me about not being able to have children,” he bit out as he positioned himself between her legs.

“Feel free to call my doctor after this if you want. He can tell you all about my blocked tubes, but for right now I’d really

appreciate it if you fucked me!”

With a groan he thrust forward and buried himself to the hilt. His jaw clenched as pleasure wiped away the pain. She was so

fucking wet and hot that he didn’t care when her walls suddenly clamped down tightly and refused to allow him even one

thrust. Warmth spread down his spine the same time immense pleasured burst around his navel and shot to the tip of his dick.

His knees buckled, forcing him to grab onto the hood of the car and hold on as his balls tightened along with the hold she had

on him.

He was barely aware of her screams as she throbbed violently around him. One second he was licking his lips and trying

desperately to thrust his hips against her and the next he was fighting back a scream as he felt himself release inside of her.

It felt so fucking good. So right and he knew this was the biggest fuckup of his life.

Chapter 24

“Get dressed,” Chris said tightly as he pulled out of her and let her legs drop over the side of the car.

When she could only lie there sprawled on the hood of the car as she tried desperately to catch her breath, he tossed the plaid

shirt at her. “Get dressed,” he repeated more coldly this time.

Hugging the shirt to her chest she slowly sat up. It took twice as long as it should have, but that probably had something to do

with the fact that her body was shaking violently with the aftermath of her release.

She was having a hard time wrapping her mind around the fact that not only had she wanted sex, but she’d actually enjoyed it,

really enjoyed it. It was a bit surprising that the best sex of her life had also been the quickest sex of her life. It barely lasted a

half a minute and there had been no thrusting, although she had tried several times to move against him, but the position he’d

had her in hadn’t allowed any movement or participation on her part.

“We need to get going, Munchkin.”

For a moment she simply sat there trying to make sense of everything. She tried to figure out how she’d gone from a three a.m.

meeting to having sex with a guy she didn’t particularly like, but couldn’t stop craving on top of a car in the middle of an

abandoned parking lot. Her life had never been exactly normal, but this was ridiculous.

“Get in the car, Munchkin. We need to go now,” Chris snapped irritably as he pulled on a gray tee shirt.

Weren’t men supposed to be mellow after sex? Or maybe this was just the way men acted after having sex with her, she thought

bitterly as she pulled her shirt on. She’d had sex with three men in her life and not once had any of them cuddled her, kissed

her, or told her how much she meant to them afterwards.

No, instead she got complaints, dirty looks and a whole hell of a lot of drama. She was so sick of being treated like garbage

and a walking disappointed. There wasn’t a single person in her life who’d ever been happy, truly happy with the person that

she was.

Her parents never bothered to hide the fact that they wished her brother had been the one to survive the birth. Hell, every year

on her birthday they made a huge cake for the child that would never be and somehow forgot about her. Christmas had been

such joy in her house, a few meager gifts under the tree for her and five days of depression for her parents. Of course that was

until she turned twelve and her parents felt she was old enough to watch herself for a few days while went away so that they

wouldn’t have to be reminded of what would never be.

They went away so damn often that she doubted they figured out that she’d moved out at sixteen for a several months. Then

again if they noticed she was gone she had no idea since they never came looking for her.

Stupidly she’d left an address where they could find her and even stayed in that rat trap hoping that they’d come looking for

her. When it became painfully obvious that they weren’t going to she moved clear across the country without a look back.

From there she had to deal with people being pissed at her for not giving them her program, not taking jobs that were

generously offered, but weren’t for her. Her friends, who stopped bothering with her when they realized what should have been

more than obvious to anyone with two working eyes that she was exactly a social bug. Then there were the boyfriends who let

her know that she came up short in the girlfriend department because she didn’t fawn over them, didn’t drop everything she was

doing to be with them, and let her know in graphic detail how much of a disappointment she was in bed. But the kicker to the

whole thing had to be Chris.

It was just so nice to know that the first guy she’d ever reacted to thought that she was weak and worthless.

Oh, and let’s not forget that the man thought she was a slut, an opinion that she probably confirmed by allowing him to screw

her on the hood of a stolen car.

After the mind blowing sex they just had it was nice to know that he was back to being pissed at her. Actually, judging by the

way he wouldn’t even look in her direction she would have to say that the man hated her more than ever now.

That was just great, she thought dryly.

Then of course there was the so-called claim that they were mates, married. Wasn’t it great to know that she was a

disappointment to the man that she was meant to spend her life with?

Done with the rather depressing thoughts, having absolutely no control in her life and depending on someone who thought she

was lower than dog shit, she finished buttoning her shirt, grabbed her bag, ignored the passenger door that Chris left open for

her and headed for the road.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Chris demanded.

“Wherever I want,” she said, not bothering to look over her shoulder as she quickened her pace. God help him if he so much as

laid a finger on her right now. She was done with being thrown over his shoulder, her ass grabbed and told to move her ass.

“Get your ass back in the car, Munchkin. I don’t have time for this shit,” he snapped.

“Then get the hell out of here, Chris, because I’m done with you and this whole damn situation!” she yelled, hating herself even

more than she thought was possible when her voice cracked at the end.

“Hold up,” he said, grabbing her arm to stop her but she shook him off, more like jerked her arm out of his grip and kept going.

“What the hell is going on?” he asked, stepping in front of her.

She stepped around him and kept going only to have him once again jump in front of her, but this time he simply walked

backwards and shifted to the side when she tried to get away from him.

“Tell me what’s going on,” he demanded, easily keeping up with her and cutting her off when she tried to move past him.

“I’m leaving. That’s what’s going on,” she said, using the too long flannel sleeves to wipe away her tears and not giving a

damn if crying made her even more pathetic in his eyes.

She was done with caring if she wasn’t what people expected or wanted. If they couldn’t accept her for the way that she was

then they could all go to hell, especially the man who made it more than obvious that she wasn’t good enough for anything more

than a quick fuck on the hood of a car.

“Why the hell are you crying?” he demanded.

Instead of answering him she hugged her bag tightly to her chest and ran past him before he knew what was going on. She

needed to get away from him and this situation and figure this mess out for herself. She’d make damn sure not to bring it back to

his family, but she couldn’t keep going like this. Being around someone who obviously hated her was more than she could

stomach.

“I don’t think so, Munchkin,” Chris said as his arms came around her and she found herself lifted off the ground.

“Put me down!” she screamed, trying to kick and squirm her way out of his arms, but he simply tightened his hold and headed

back towards the car, but she’d be damned if she was going to be thrown in a car and taken to god only knows where and

treated like crap for one more damn minute.

“Calm the fuck down,” he snapped.

The hell with this, she thought when it became more than obvious that she wasn’t going to be able to fight her way to freedom,

probably something that disgusted the jerk carrying her. She may not be able to fight, but she could damn well scream, and

scream she did.

“Help! Someone help me! Help-” Her words ended in a muffle when he clamped a hand tightly over her mouth.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but you need to calm down,” he said, ignoring her renewed struggles to get away from

him. She tried to bite him, but he kept his hand cupped over her mouth in a way that prevented her from doing any real damage.

He didn’t say another word as he brought her to the car and threw her ass into the passenger seat, but not before he pulled out a

pair of handcuffs and cuffed her hands behind her back. When she went to kick him in the balls he simply stepped to the side

and belted her into the seat so that she couldn’t do anything more than struggle uselessly and call him a few choice words.

That little piece of freedom ended abruptly when he stuffed a clean, well, she hoped it was clean anyway, gym sock in her

mouth. Without the ability to scream or kick him she settled for the only option she had.

She glared at him.

“As much fun as that little breakdown was I think it’s time we got a move on, don’t you?”

She shook her head, but he simply ignored her and started the car. During the next five hours she prayed for a bathroom, a

drink, food, and freedom so that she could get another shot at his balls. Before this was over she was going to kick his ass and

laugh while she did it.

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“What did you say?” Chris asked, irritating the hell out of her since it should be more than obvious what she needed. She was

doing the pee pee dance for Pete’s sake.

She narrowed her eyes on him as she waited for him to uncuff her or pull the damn sock out of her mouth.

When it became painfully obvious that he wasn’t going to do anything more than throw her a curious look over his shoulder as

he looked around the hotel room he’d dragged her into, she dropped her butt onto the floor and worked her bound hands over

her legs.

As soon as she had her hands in front of her, she tugged the sock out of her mouth and went to tell him off only to realize that

her mouth was way too dry to speak and she was seconds away from having an accident. So she settled for flipping him off,

which he of course he missed and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her and taking an extra five seconds that

almost cost her to lock it.

It was a close call, but she managed to undo her pants and shove them down so that she could sit down on the toilet and relieve

herself. Once that was done she felt marginally better, furious, but a little better. She kicked off her shoes, shoved her pants and

panties down the rest of the way and pulled her shirt off only to discover that she couldn’t get it off all the way.

She was about to try and rip it off when she spotted the hotel’s complimentary basket on the back of the toilet.

After a quick search she found a little sewing kit. It took her a few minutes with the tiny scissors, but she finally managed to cut

the shirt off and tossed it in the corner.

She just wished she knew how to pick a lock so that she could get rid of the damn handcuffs, but she didn’t and right now she

didn’t care enough to yell for the bastard to remove them.

Grabbing the travel size complimentary toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner and bar of soap, she stepped into the puke

green shower and turned on the water, wishing she could wash the last forty-eight hours away, but settling on washing away the

sweat, grime and lingering scent of sex instead. She cupped her hands in front of her and caught as much of the semi lukewarm

water as she could and drank it and kept doing that until her mouth felt normal and her head stopped spinning.

For a few minutes she contemplated taking a long shower, but then decided that she didn’t want the jerk dragging her out of

there covered in soap so she took a quick shower. Once she was done washing she stood beneath the water and felt herself

relax for the first time in two days. What she wouldn’t give for a giant chocolate candy bar and a little sleep, she thought as her

stomach rumbled and her eyes threatened to shut.

She was so tired. All she wanted to do was curl up and climb into a bed a stay there until”I wish you’d told me that you wanted