Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

I pace back and forth in the small house, waiting for any sign that Nick is okay. At one point I could see and hear them fighting just outside, but now it’s been a few minutes and both of them are out of sight.

At one point I thought I heard someone scream, but I can’t be sure if that was Nick or Clyde. I've given Clyde years of my life, but right now I can’t think of a world without Nick in it.

I have to help him. I don’t know what I can do, but I have to help him.

Grabbing hold of a metal pipe Nick has braced against the wall, I walk outside ready to help Nick in whatever way I can.

“Nick!” I whisper roughly. “Please come out. Please.” I beg and feel the tears burn the back of my eyelids.

The silence is deafening as I step into the night. The air feels thick, oppressive, as if the very atmosphere is holding its breath. I clutch the pipe tighter, my knuckles turning white with the strain.

"Nick!" I whisper again, a little louder this time. My eyes dart around, searching for any movement in the shadows.

Suddenly, I hear a rustling sound coming from behind a cluster of overgrown bushes. My heart leaps into my throat as I approach cautiously, pipe raised and ready.

"Nick? Is that you?"

As I round the bushes, I see a figure hunched on the ground. In the dim light, I can't make out who it is. My pulse races as I take another step forward.

"Nick?" I ask again, my voice trembling.

“Why are you whispering?” Nick asks as he stands up and wipes his hands against his shirt.

I never thought I’d see him again, and the happiness I feel is overwhelming. I don’t care that I just met him or that he’s not what everyone would think is normal. I want him. I want all Nick is.

I jump up into his arms and he catches me easily. He’s surprised, and I can tell that he’s not sure what to do. I don’t care if he’s killed Clyde. Clyde deserved to die after all he’d done to me.

“Take me Nick. I want you inside of me.”

I can’t believe what she’s saying to me. Is it just because she’s still upset about Clyde. Is it because she’s happy that he’s finally out of her life? Is she only tying to get me to drop my guard? I don’t care what the answer is. All I care about is getting inside of her for the first time.My first time.

I’m not going to hesitate. Rushing into my house, I beeline straight to my bed and drop her down onto it.

Our clothes come off nearly instantly. When we’re both naked, I’m not sure what to do next.

She seems to sense my hesitation and reaches for me, pulling me closer. Her skin is warm against mine, and I feel a surge of desire coursing through my body.

"It's okay," she whispers, her breath hot on my ear. "Just follow your instincts."

I nod, swallowing hard. My hands roam her body, exploring every curve and dip. She arches into my touch, soft moans escaping her lips. The sound ignites something primal within me.

Slowly, I position myself between her legs. She wraps them around my waist, urging me closer. I pause for a moment, looking into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or regret. But all I see is hunger and need, mirroring my own.

With a deep breath, I push forward, entering her for the first time. The sensation is overwhelming, unlike anything I've ever experienced. We both gasp at the contact, our bodies adjusting to this new intimacy.

"Nick," she breathes, her fingers digging into my back. "Please..."

I begin to move, awkwardly at first, but soon finding a rhythm that feels natural. The world around us fades away, and all that exists is this moment, this connection between us.

I thrust hard and fast, desperate to feel all of her and to release. How had I gone this long without this feeling.

“Oh, shit.”I groan as every muscle in my body clenches.

The intensity of the sensation overwhelms me, and I feel my release building rapidly. I try to hold back, wanting to prolong this incredible feeling, but it's too much. With a final thrust, I climax, waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Panting heavily, I collapse onto her, my face buried in the crook of her neck. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both catch our breath. The room is silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing.

After a moment, I lift my head to look at her. Her eyes are closed, a small smile playing on her lips. When she opens them, I see a mix of emotions swirling in their depths – satisfaction, tenderness, and something else I can't quite name.

"That was..." I trail off, unable to find the right words.

"Amazing," she finishes for me, her smile widening.

I nod, still in awe of what just happened. As the fog of passion begins to clear, reality starts to creep back in. Clyde. The fight. The reason we're here in the first place.

"Are you okay?" I ask, suddenly worried about her well-being. "I mean, with everything that happened..."

She takes a deep breath, her expression turning serious. "I will be," she says softly. "Thanks to you."

I roll off her and onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow. "What happens now?" I ask, uncertainty creeping into my voice.

She turns to face me, her hand reaching out to cup my cheek. "Now," she says, her voice steady and sure, "we figure it out together."

Now that Clyde is out of the way I can focus on making Macy happy. Even if it means I have to go out into the small town I spent so long hiding away from. As long as I have her, I have all I need.