“What did happen?”
“I thought that he was who I deserved. I don’t come from money. I don’t have anything. I started working at Headlights to make ends meet. He kept telling me that we didn’t have enough, so I started stripping.”
“Then what?” I ask, unsure if I want the truth, but I need it.
She inhales a deep breath before releasing it. “Then I walked in on him fucking Raylee on my couch.”
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Wyatt and Rylan helped me throw the couch off of the balcony and it broke. That’s why I don’t have one anymore.”
“Tullie, baby, I’m sorry.”
She smirks. “No, you’re not.”
“I’m not sorry he’s gone, but I’m sorry as fuck that he hurt you.”
She hums, her eyes searching my own. “So that’s pretty much everything,” she whispers.
“I can live with all of that, baby. No more of this bullshit about you not wanting to be with someone like me though. Tonight proves that you want me just as badly as I want you. I’m taking all of you, Tulip. Making you mine.”
“What if it doesn’t work out?” she asks.
Touching my mouth to hers, I whisper. “What if it does?”
Chapter Seven
TULIP
My alarm sounds from somewhere in the apartment. Rolling onto my back, I sit straight up and gasp. Turning my head, I lick my lips at the sight of the toned bare chest lying next to me. Reaching for the sheet, I quickly tug it up to cover my naked chest. It all comes back to me, everything about last night.
Louis saw me strip. He came home with me. He did things to me, I did things to him, we had unprotected sex and then… I told him everything. I just opened up like a dam and told him about Joey and the toxic relationship that I had with him. He knows that I have zero self-respect now.
I start to slip out of bed to not only find my phone, but get ready for the day and hopefully not expire from embarrassment. I don’t get far. Louis’ arm snakes out and he wraps his hand around my waist before he hauls me against his side.
My back is pressed to him and I gasp as he rolls over to his side, his hard length nestled between the cheeks of my ass. I hold my breath as his hand slides up the center of my chest until his fingers curl around my breast.
“Baby,” he murmurs against the side of my neck. “Where are you goin’?”
His hand begins to massage my breast, his fingers plucking at my nipple in the best way. Arching my back, I push my ass against his dick, moving up and down, wishing that he was inside of me. Needing him to fill me and stretch me like only he can.
“Tulip?” He chuckles against my skin.
Turning my head slightly, I look back to him. He’s grinning, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me, exactly how he’s playing me and he doesn’t care—frankly, neither do I.
“Work. I need to get ready for work,” I exhale.
He doesn’t say another word, instead he releases his hold of my breast and slips one arm beneath my body, the other he slides down my hip before wrapping it behind my knee and lifting my leg to place it around his upper thigh.
The hand beneath me wraps around my breast and begins to play with the neglected one. His free hand slips between my legs and my eyes slowly close as he begins to rub circles against my clit.
Lifting one of my arms up, I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck and hold onto him as my hips begin to shift and roll against his touch. His hand leaves my breast, sliding up the center of my chest and I gasp as his fingers loosely wrap around the front of my neck.
“Please,” I whisper.
He hums, his mouth touching right below my ear. “Please, what?”
I growl in frustration. He knows what I want, knows what I need, but he doesn’t give it to me. Squeezing the back of his neck, I let out a groan when two of his fingers fill me. “Is that what you want?” he asks.
My eyes roll in the back of my head as he pumps in and out, curling his fingers inside of me at just the perfect moment. “No,” I breathe.
“Liar.” He laughs softly.
“I want you,” I whisper.
His teeth nip my skin as his fingers begin to play me harder and faster. Sweat gathers against my skin, my hips shifting and moving, searching for my release.
I’m so close and yet so far away. I want to feel him fill my body. This could be the last time that I ever have him inside of me and I want it to last forever.
“You have me,” he rasps.
“Inside of me.”
Without another word, his fingers leave my center and he replaces them with the head of his cock. He fills me in one swift shift of his hips. Whimpering, my fingers flex against the back of his neck, his do the same against my neck.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“So good,” I groan.
His fingers don’t leave my center, they move toward my clit and he begins to pump in and out of me at an unhurried pace as his fingers play me. Pushing my hips back with each of his forward thrusts, we become breathless. The sounds of skin slapping mixed with our panting breaths fill the room.
I’m so close, so damn close. My eyes slide closed as my fingers grip the back of his neck even tighter. His fingers hold my throat a bit firmer and then it happens. My mouth and eyes open simultaneously as his fingers play my clit harder and faster.
I come.
It’s earth shattering. Something I’ve never experienced before. No sound escapes my mouth as I stare at the blank wall across from me, unable to move, frozen in my spot as Louis continues to thrust in and out of my body.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “Fuck.”
On his second uttered, fuck, he comes as well. I feel his cock grow, then empty inside of me. He twitches as he fills me with his release and I can’t stop my breath from hitching at the feeling. I love it, love the way he feels inside of me, and the way that he fills me completely.
“Tullie.”
I hum with my eyes closed, unable to even attempt to move. Somewhere in the apartment my alarm begins to sound again on my phone. I don’t even try to get up and find it though. I’m far too content lying in his strong arms with him buried deep inside of my body still.
“We need to talk about safety,” he rasps. “I shouldn’t have done that again.”
He pulls out of me and rolls onto his back, gathering me in his arms so that I’m plastered to his side again. I’m confused by his words, maybe because I’m still in my post-orgasmic haze, I’m not sure.
“Protection, Tulip,” he clarifies, his chin dipping slightly.
My eyes widen and I blink. “I’ve only ever been with Joey,” I say in a rush. “I was tested as soon as I kicked him out. I didn’t know what he could have given me. I got a clean bill of health, I promise,” I ramble.
Louis shakes his head, his lips tipping up into a small smile as he lifts his hand and wraps his fingers around the back of my head to keep me from shifting around.
“I get tested regularly as well, for fights. I’m clean, too, but I’m talking about more than just diseases, Tullie. What about babies?”
I blink again. “I’m on birth control,” I explain. “I have been since I was fourteen. Joey demanded it.”