Free If Only to Forget by Camryn Lynn Page B
Authors: Camryn Lynn
though. His hands travel up my stomach and over my breasts, then down my arms. He grips my wrists in each hand, pulling my arms above my head. He holds them there, pinning me down as he slowly eases out. I’ve never been held down before, but there’s something so hot about submitting to another person. About being at his mercy.
Instead of sliding into me slowly, he thrusts his hips forward fast. I cry out at the impact, but it isn’t painful, at least not in a bad way. Then he does it again, and the whole bed moves, slamming against the wall. Again he does it, over and over, picking up speed. Holding my wrists so tight I’m sure I’ll have bruises, but it only adds to the incredible sensation of being owned.
I can tell when he gets close, because he releases my wrists and grips my hips again, lowering his body toward mine. His thrusts are just as deep, but he doesn’t pull out as much. His grunts come faster, mixing with my own moans and the slamming of the bed against the wall.
“In or out,” he grunts.
I can’t catch my breath, and I don’t know what to say. I gasp, trying to get the words out, but I can’t. Riley moves faster, his fingers dig into my hips. Then he convulses above me, slamming himself into me one last time as he comes inside me.
He’s breathing heavy when he rolls off me. Even though moisture leaks out of me and I know it’s going to mean I’ll be sleeping in a wet spot, I don’t get up. I scoot closer to him and lay my head on his damp chest. My hair sticks to my face and the back of my neck, and no matter how hard I try to brush it aside I can’t get it all. Like it’s been glued to my skin.
“Sorry,” he says. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to come in you.”
“I thought we already discussed that?”
He lets out a deep breath, and it sounds tired once again. “We did, but that was when we thought we’d never make it out of the school. Now we have…”
Shit. He’s right, of course. I hadn’t thought about it, but now that we may make it a little longer, thinking about protection might be a good thing.
“We should get some condoms,” I say.
Riley yawns and I think he nods, but he never answers. Literally seconds later his breathing is heavier. How the hell did he do that?
Even though I’m tired, I lay awake. It’s hard to sleep with the world gone to shit like this, but I should try. I know I should. Maybe being with Riley will keep the dreams away. We slept on that desk in my old English class, and I didn’t have any dreams. Maybe he’ll help me forget in sleep just like he does during the day.
Maybe…
The mattress shifts, causing the bed to groan. I crack one eye and instantly regret it. The sun shining through the windows is so bright you’d think the house was built on the surface of the sun. I pull the covers over my face.
“Why is it so bright?”
“No blinds on the windows,” Riley says. “Probably a farmer thing. They get up pretty early.”
He’s moving around the room and I peek out to see what he’s doing. His pants are on, and as I watch he pulls his shirt over his head. His dark hair is messy from sleep, but he looks a lot more rested than he did yesterday. He heads for the door, grabbing the bat that’s leaning against the wall.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“To check on Jim and Tori. He was supposed to wake me up so I could take a turn standing guard.”
Shit. Did something happen to them while we slept?
I bolt up and the blankets fall away. Despite Riley’s tense expression, his eyes move over my bare breasts. He doesn’t stop, though, and he’s out the door before I’ve even made it out of bed.
I pull my pants on and hurry to the door, yanking my shirt over my head as I go. Riley’s footsteps creak against the stairs on his way down and my heart pounds so hard it thumps against my ribs. But I don’t make it far before Tori’s soft laughter breaks the silence. Thank God. I jog down the stairs, catching up with
Instead of sliding into me slowly, he thrusts his hips forward fast. I cry out at the impact, but it isn’t painful, at least not in a bad way. Then he does it again, and the whole bed moves, slamming against the wall. Again he does it, over and over, picking up speed. Holding my wrists so tight I’m sure I’ll have bruises, but it only adds to the incredible sensation of being owned.
I can tell when he gets close, because he releases my wrists and grips my hips again, lowering his body toward mine. His thrusts are just as deep, but he doesn’t pull out as much. His grunts come faster, mixing with my own moans and the slamming of the bed against the wall.
“In or out,” he grunts.
I can’t catch my breath, and I don’t know what to say. I gasp, trying to get the words out, but I can’t. Riley moves faster, his fingers dig into my hips. Then he convulses above me, slamming himself into me one last time as he comes inside me.
He’s breathing heavy when he rolls off me. Even though moisture leaks out of me and I know it’s going to mean I’ll be sleeping in a wet spot, I don’t get up. I scoot closer to him and lay my head on his damp chest. My hair sticks to my face and the back of my neck, and no matter how hard I try to brush it aside I can’t get it all. Like it’s been glued to my skin.
“Sorry,” he says. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to come in you.”
“I thought we already discussed that?”
He lets out a deep breath, and it sounds tired once again. “We did, but that was when we thought we’d never make it out of the school. Now we have…”
Shit. He’s right, of course. I hadn’t thought about it, but now that we may make it a little longer, thinking about protection might be a good thing.
“We should get some condoms,” I say.
Riley yawns and I think he nods, but he never answers. Literally seconds later his breathing is heavier. How the hell did he do that?
Even though I’m tired, I lay awake. It’s hard to sleep with the world gone to shit like this, but I should try. I know I should. Maybe being with Riley will keep the dreams away. We slept on that desk in my old English class, and I didn’t have any dreams. Maybe he’ll help me forget in sleep just like he does during the day.
Maybe…
The mattress shifts, causing the bed to groan. I crack one eye and instantly regret it. The sun shining through the windows is so bright you’d think the house was built on the surface of the sun. I pull the covers over my face.
“Why is it so bright?”
“No blinds on the windows,” Riley says. “Probably a farmer thing. They get up pretty early.”
He’s moving around the room and I peek out to see what he’s doing. His pants are on, and as I watch he pulls his shirt over his head. His dark hair is messy from sleep, but he looks a lot more rested than he did yesterday. He heads for the door, grabbing the bat that’s leaning against the wall.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“To check on Jim and Tori. He was supposed to wake me up so I could take a turn standing guard.”
Shit. Did something happen to them while we slept?
I bolt up and the blankets fall away. Despite Riley’s tense expression, his eyes move over my bare breasts. He doesn’t stop, though, and he’s out the door before I’ve even made it out of bed.
I pull my pants on and hurry to the door, yanking my shirt over my head as I go. Riley’s footsteps creak against the stairs on his way down and my heart pounds so hard it thumps against my ribs. But I don’t make it far before Tori’s soft laughter breaks the silence. Thank God. I jog down the stairs, catching up with