Falling for Trouble (5 page)

“I
want this, Abe.” He took her mouth in a bruising kiss and their hands fumbled
with the rest of his clothing. When he was just as naked as she was and his
hips were back between the cradle of her thighs, she gasped at the first feel
of his hot, smooth, hard cock pressed against her pussy.

“You’re
so wet for me.” He started a slow rocking motion against her, causing his
length to slip between her folds. The tip of his cock bumped up against her
clit and his balls gently slapped against her bottom. “You feel how good that
is? You feel how good we are together?” He picked up his motion and she felt
herself climbing closer to yet another orgasm. It was like her body was
insatiable for Abe.

“Oh.
God.” Her head thrashed from side-to-side and she closed her eyes and let the
exquisite pleasure wash through her. Lifting her head, Sophia looked down and
saw the thick, long length of his cock slide between her folds. The tip of him
bumped her clit with every upstroke. The sight of her lips around his shaft,
framing it as he fucked her without penetration, had her pussy weeping for him.

Abe
started to move faster against her. He placed his head in the crook of her neck
and kissed the underside of her jaw. He worked his hips like a piston, up and
down, faster and harder. The slickness from her wetness caused his motions to be
easy and smooth, erotic and sensual. Then she felt the warm, powerful jets of
his semen coat her pussy. His groan of completion was deep and long, and she
wrapped her arms around him and held him close as his body gently shook from
his orgasm. Even after he came she could still feel his semi-hard cock nestled
between her folds. He lifted his head and kissed her gently, and she felt him
harden almost instantly.

“Abe.”
Sophia said his name on a sigh. She tried to reason with herself that he
couldn’t be that drunk if he could get hard so quickly again.

“You
feel what you do to me?” He pressed into her harder. “Do you feel how hard I
get for you, even after just coming?” He ran his tongue up her neck and kissed
the side of her mouth. “You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve jerked off to
you, Sophia.” The words were darkly erotic and shock filtered through her.

He had jerked off to
her? Numerous times?

He
reached over to his bedside table and opened the drawer. After a moment, he
cursed and then he rested his head in the crook of her neck again. He didn’t
move for several long moments.

“Abe?
Everything okay?” Had he changed his mind?

His
words were muffled against her flesh and she asked again. He lifted his head
and said, “No condoms, baby.”

Condoms?
How bad was it that she hadn’t even thought about using protection? She wanted
to ask him if he used condoms every time, but the thought left a bitter taste
in her mouth and would only conjure up unpleasant images of him with other
women.

“Baby,
I always use protection. Always.” He ran his hand up her neck and cupped her
cheek. “I just didn’t go out and grab anymore today.” His unspoken words about
why he hadn’t found the time to go out, that he was too fucked-up in the mind
over the death of his parents and his mother’s birthday, had her heart
clenching tightly. Lifting her hand to his cheek, she rose up and kissed him on
the lips. The only thing she wanted was to be with him, to ease his suffering
and help her forget about everything aside from the two of them in that moment.
So, maybe it was foolish, maybe it was disastrous, but Sophia didn’t care.

 
“I want you, Abe. I trust you.”

Chapter
Five

Abe’s
stare bored holes into her and then he exhaled loudly. “Sophia.” His mouth
lowered to hers at the same time he reached between their bodies and aligned
the tip of his shaft with the opening of her body. This was it. This was the
moment where lines would be crossed. The moment where she would no longer just
be friends with Abe. Things would forever be changed between them.

When
he started to push into her, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his
waist, causing him to sink further into her. He was a big man all around, and
his dick was no different. She felt the stretch and burn of him working his way
inside of her. There was pain, but the pleasure soothed the sting. The way his
jaw worked under his flesh was both arousing and masculine. The strain, which
showed in his expression, caused beads of sweat to break out along his brow,
dampening the tips of his hair. One of his hands was braced by her head, his
arm straight and tensed. His other hand cupped her cheek and his eyes stayed on
her. It was like everything around them disappeared, like there was nothing
else that mattered in the world. His eyes were half lidded and his mouth
slightly parted. He stopped about a fourth of the way, eyes sliding closed and
breathing heavily.

“You’re
so tight and wet.” He gritted his teeth and retreated. When just the tip was at
her entrance, he waited for a prolonged moment then he slammed into her hard. A
cry of pain left her and his groan mingled with it. When he bottomed out inside
of her, he stilled. She could feel his heart beating a rapid rhythm, or maybe
that was hers.

“
Jesus
, Sophia.” He looked worried as he
stared sown at her. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice had dropped and a soft
look crossed his face. “Why didn’t you tell me, baby?”

How
in the hell was she supposed to tell him that at twenty-two she was still a virgin?
That deep down inside she had always been saving herself for the man she loved?
Him.

“I-It
never came up.” He sank his upper body on top of hers and she sighed when his
hardness met her softness.

“You’re
so perfect.” Moving his hips back and forth, he stroked her from the inside.
Her eyes closed and her back arched. Picking up speed, Abe fucked her hard,
fucked her like his life depended on it. This wasn’t about making love. This
was about getting their emotions out physically. At least it was for her.

The
image in her mind of her first time had always been soft and sweet, gentle and
coaxing. But with Abe, feeling him move inside of her like he couldn’t get deep
enough was just as perfect. Both of his arms were now beside her head, and when
she looked to the side, she could see the muscles flexing in his forearms. He
started whispering dirty words, filthy things that had her growing hotter, had
her pussy clenching around his cock as he plunged in and out of her. She should
have known sex with Abe would not be the romanticized notions of a budding virgin.
Abe was everything she shouldn’t want and everything she desperately needed. He
was rough and raw around the edges, said exactly what he meant, and didn’t
mince his words. He drank a lot, got into fights, and was covered in tattoos,
but he was the man she loved and she would make sure things between them
changed for the better. She wanted a life with him, wanted to be the only woman
for him.

“That’s
it, baby, take all of me.” He thrust into her, hitting her cervix and causing
the ecstasy and agony to merge into one. “Yeah, baby.” He reached between them
and ran his finger over her clit. She came again, her pussy clenching around
his cock, and sent fresh waves of cream spilling from her. Abe pumped inside of
her for the third time and found his own orgasm. For several long minutes he
did nothing but breathe heavily against her chest, but all too soon he rolled
off of her and onto his back. Sophia did nothing but stare at the ceiling,
letting the experience wash through her. A smile crossed her face and she closed
her eyes. There was a delicious ache between her thighs and the warm trickle of
his cum and her wetness slipping out of her. The feeling should have been
disgusting, but it wasn’t.

After
going to the restroom and cleaning herself up, she brought a washcloth back to
bed for Abe. His face was turned to the side, his right arm and leg hanging off
the bed. His breathing was even and heavy with sleep. He looked how he did when
she thought he was passed out. There was a small twinge of hurt and disappointment
that settled within her at the fact that he had fallen right to sleep.

Climbing
in bed she pulled the covers over them and closed her eyes. Her dreams wouldn’t
be just dreams anymore, but reality. She just prayed to God that in the morning
things weren’t royally fucked up.

****

Fuck.

Shit.

The
room was spinning when Abe peeled his eyes open. The sun was to his back and he
was thankful for small fucking miracles. At least it wasn’t blinding the shit
out of him and further increasing the sledgehammer that was doing construction
right behind his damn eyes.

Closing
said eyes again, he breathed through the wave of nausea that assaulted him.
When his stomach settled, he pushed himself up on the bed and covered his head
with his hands. He didn’t just feel like shit. He felt like a big pile of
fucking steaming shit. It was then that he felt the chill in the air and pulled
his head out of his hands to look down at his lower half. He was naked.
Buck-fucking-naked. He tried to recall what in the hell happened last night and
how he got in his bed, but the last memory that surfaced was him almost beating
the shit out of some punk at the bar.

How in the hell did I
get home?

He
spotted his clothes strewn all over the damn place and picked up his underwear
to slide them on. The bathroom seemed fucking miles away, but he stumbled
forward. After taking a piss, washing his face, and brushing the stale taste
out of his mouth, he had every intention of falling face first back in bed, but
the sound of cupboards banging in his kitchen had him looking at the clock.
Nine in the fucking morning. Why in the hell
did Kid have to come so damn early?

He
didn’t bother putting anything else on, just headed out of his room and into
the kitchen. The smell of eggs and bacon had his stomach cramping, but he
tamped that shit down. Damn, he had drunk way too much yesterday, but then
again he always drank too much, especially when he was reliving memories that
hurt. If Abe did anything, it sure as fuck wasn’t half-assed.

He
rounded the corner and saw Kid standing in front of the stove. Her clothes
looked rumpled as hell, and her long black hair, which she normally wore down,
was piled high atop her head in a messy knot. When she turned around and
started piling eggs and bacon on the two plates at the island, he was struck by
how beautiful she was. Little wisps of black hair came undone from her knot and
fell around her face. He stood in the doorway, just watching her, reveling in
the idea she still thought she was alone and he could take all the time he
wanted just watching her. How many fucking years had he sat and watched her
whilst she was unaware? A whole lot. Yeah. It was creepy as fuck, but when a
man had a girl like Sophia Kidd by his side and she had that kind of beauty, it
was hard not to get sucked into it.

Their
relationship had started out as friends, but as the years progressed, he
started noticing her as a hell of a lot more than just the girl that tagged
along with him to the lake. She was his best friend and he loved her, but the love
he felt for her was far stronger than what was appropriate. There could never
be anything between them, not if he hoped to keep her in his life, and he
definitely wanted to keep her in his life for as long as she’d have him. He was
fucked up, something he could honestly admit, and a girl like Sophia was far
too good for the likes of him.

Abe
could never give her what she deserved. Hell, he couldn’t even promise himself
that he wouldn’t drink. The alcohol was becoming a problem, as was the
fighting. Getting sloshed to help ease his pain and anger helped at first, but
it was requiring more and more liquor to get peace from the nightmares that
haunted him about his parents’ deaths. How many nights had he woken in a cold
sweat because he heard his mother scream for help, heard his father calling out
for him? Too many to fucking count. The only person he could depend on was the
beautiful woman in front of him that put up with his shit day after day.

His
aunt and uncle, the ones that had taken him in when he lost his parents, hadn’t
really wanted him there. They had enough on their plate and then they were
forced to take in a kid that wasn’t theirs, one that had a penchant for getting
into trouble. That was how he got his ridiculous nickname, Trouble. Kid had been
the only one that had stuck by him, had been the only one that gave two shits
about his life.

She
lifted her head and her startling green eyes held his. Her cheeks turned pink
and then she quickly looked back down. Something was up with her. His head started
pounding again, and he groaned and shuffled to the table. Plopping his ass on
the seat, he let his head fall into his arms and closed his eyes. Damn, she
took care of him, real good care of him. There had been too many times that he
had been in this exact position, hung-over at the kitchen table with her makin’
him breakfast.

She
set a plate in front of him, and he lifted his head and mumbled his thanks. She
hadn’t said anything which he found odd. Usually she was all about talking, all
about reminding him how he shouldn’t drink so much and sleep with random
chicks. Damn, had he brought someone home last night? Fuck, he couldn’t even
remember.