Nash: A Rough Romance by Piper Stone (book series for 12 year olds txt) 📕

I continued the pace for several minutes, beads of sweat sliding down both sides of my face. When it was obvious that she was ready to climax again, I pumped harder and faster, the force slamming her against the back of the couch.

She screamed, clawing the fabric. “Oh. My. God.”

I refused to stop, her single climax turning into a second. I smacked her several additional times, thrusting in as deep as possible.

Panting, she dropped her head, a nervous laugh bubbling from her mouth.

Fisting her hair, I resumed plunging brutally, my aching balls slapping against her.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she screamed, arching her back and meeting every rough thrust.

Her body convulsing dragged me to the point of no return. Stars floating in front of my eyes, I heard my savage roars as my balls filled with cum. When I erupted deep within her, every cell in my body exploded from the fire sweeping through me.

Almost instantly her body tensed as she tried to stifle her moans. When I pulled out, I could sense she felt a round of embarrassment.

She slipped past me, grabbing her things, still shaking as she rushed to cover herself. I had no idea what to say to her. While our attraction was off the chain, the experience as beautiful as it had been wild, we didn’t know each other. What the hell had I been thinking in taking her?

Her footsteps were silent as she moved further away, a pensive look on her face.

I turned away from her on purpose, rubbing perspiration from my forehead. My heart and mind ached, the heavy weight on my chest suffocating.

“I thought you were hurt. That’s why I…” Her words trailing off, her nervous laughter shoved a knife into my gut.

Yeah, I was a very bad man.

I hated the fact her voice was so damn soothing. I’d been nothing but an asshole to her and she was attempting to comfort me. I slapped my hand on the stone mantel, trying to control my ragged breathing.

“I’m fine. Just… If you need an extra blanket, there’s one in the closet. Just go to bed.”

I sensed she wanted to say something else. Fortunately, she thought better of doing so.

“I will tell you this, Mitch, or whatever your real name is. You are going to tell me the truth one way or the other. I might be a monster to you, but I am an honorable man and what I treasure the most is truth. If you can’t trust me, then as soon as the storm clears, I’ll take you back to your truck and help you get it out of the snow then send you on your way. If you’re in some kind of danger, then you need to be honest with me and I’ll do what I can to help you. This is a one-time offer and there is no middle ground so think about it overnight. Whatever your decision, you won’t be allowed to change your mind. Got it?”

I heard nothing. Not a sigh. Not a mouthy comment like I would have expected. She was an absolute brat, but whatever she was holding deep inside had her terrified that I was one of them.

Even though we’d fucked like wild animals.

I sucked in my breath, trying to curtail a range of emotions, some of which I had no intention of displaying.

A few seconds later, I snapped my head in the direction of the hallway. She’d disappeared.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Who the hell was I to lecture her?

I slumped against the mantel, loathing the man I’d become. What in the hell was I going to do?

I snagged the gun, taking it with me as I moved toward the front door. I didn’t bother grabbing my coat before walking outside. The biting cold was just what I needed.

And what I deserved.

I was a bad man with no right to have any comforts. None.

The same ugly thoughts shifted into my mind from before. Now, coupled with what had just occurred, I didn’t know who I was any longer.

As I moved toward the railing, staring out at the blackened night, even the freezing temperatures seemed to have no effect. I couldn’t think or breathe, had no right to have a warm fire, food or liquor to keep me nourished. As the ice pellets hit my face, I let off an intense roar, the wind carrying the sound toward the forest of trees.

Snake.

He’d been the gregarious one. The lover of practical jokes and junk food. He’d taken in a stray dog and tried to keep the rest of us on the straight and narrow. He’d lost his life because of his love of his fellow Marines.

And because I’d made the wrong call, allowing Snake to be hit by enemy fire. If only I’d performed my task as I had every other, my buddy would still be alive.

I had no idea how long I’d remained outside, but by the time I walked back into the cabin, ice was clinging to the majority of my shirt. What the fuck did I care? I didn’t even feel the effects of the storm. When I walked closer to the fire, my eyes finally able to focus, I was forced to stop short.

My mysterious and beautiful visitor, the woman I’d just fucked like some crazed man had picked up the glass, poured another round then brought out a blanket and a pillow. I was thrown more than I wanted to admit. My gait unsteady, I walked down the hallway to find a closed door, a warm glow of light coming from underneath. Very slowly I turned the knob, peering inside. The little brat was on her side, her long hair splayed out over the pillow, the small lamp by the bed remaining on.

I stood over her for a full minute watching her sleep. I should try to say something to her, but I had no idea what if anything would matter. She was an interloper and nothing more. I had to