Chapter 28

28

Faust

I've never done the thing where someone else takes your kid away from you.

Seeing Oakley eager to leave. Shelby's best friend is carrying a bag and the giant shark I bought for my son. She must sense my feelings because as they start to leave, she bumps her shoulder against me.

"It's fine, Faust," Dani says to me. When I look at her, her cheeks turn bright red. "I've done this a million times. Nothing to worry about. If I decide to let him get a tattoo, he'll call you and Shelby first."

I'm not sure I enjoy Dani's goofy sarcasm all that much, but it does help to cut through some of the tension I've created.

She and Oakley leave.

I find myself stepping out into the hallway to watch them leave.

My heart twisting, aching a little. My stomach rolling up into a knot.

This is what it's like to miss someone.

Once they're completely out of sight, I turn around and find Shelby blocking the path to my apartment.

Without even thinking, I blurt out, "I can't believe you did this to me."

Instead of bursting into tears or slapping me for saying such a thing, Shelby jumps forward and jumps into my arms. I catch myself wanting to pull back but I can't. I wrap just my left arm around her to keep her from falling.

"Take it out on me then," she whispers.

I grit my teeth.

She's gone seven years without being touched and now everything turns her on. Our entire physical relationship is based on me being angry at her.

Yet I can't help but enjoy it.

I can't help but walk her toward my apartment.

We have nothing to worry about. Zero responsibility right now.

Shelby touches my face. Her eyes are beautiful and intense. Full of sorrow.

I walk her into my apartment and take her to my bedroom.

I can't believe how addicted I feel to her. How much I crave her. How much I need her.

The anger is almost like a wall. A shield. It protects me from my feelings.

I lower Shelby down to my bed. I'm on top of her. Her hands claw at my head and hair. I kiss her. My tongue sweeping into her mouth, but only briefly.

I kiss down to her neck and then pause, gritting my teeth.

My right hand touches between her legs, a soft warmth at the middle of her jeans.

I move my hand up, to the bottom of her shirt. Under her shirt. I need to touch her skin. I need to feel her…

Her body tenses.

I kiss her neck again, this time harder. My teeth against her skin.

She cries out and arches her chest.

Both of us lost between the past and the present now.

I allow my hand to continue up. I move away from Shelby so she can sit up and I can take her shirt off.

I stand next to the bed and as soon as her shirt is off, her hands dart under my shirt. Her eyes look up at me, sweet yet smoldering.

It's not fair for Shelby to possess this much beauty.

I touch under her chin.

She boldly grabs at the bulge inside my jeans. She opens my jeans. She pulls the front of them down. All in one quick and smooth motion.

Her hands are then stroking my cock. Pulling. Squeezing. Twisting.

I'm thick and hard. I touch her bottom lip. Then my hands move into her hair.

She opens her mouth and moves closer, her lips pressing against the tip of my cock.

I swallow hard.

Her mouth opens a lot more, taking me into her mouth.

She groans. The vibration ripples through my entire cock.

"Fuck, sweetie," I growl.

I reach over Shelby to the middle of the her back and twist the clasp of her bra.

Her mouth has taken even more of me now.

I step back and pull my cock away with a loud wet noise.

I bend forward, grabbing her jaw gently, and I kiss her.

My right hand gets right to work at her jeans.

Open. Off.

She's reduced to just panties.

I rub my hand over her panties, feeling them getting wet.

I then grab the front of them and pull.

Shelby's body jumps and wiggles as she wrestles her panties away from her body.

They cling.

She's soaked.

My fingers find the proof a second later, touching her soft center, then plunging into her.

I ease my fingers out of her ready cunt and I slide her wetness up her body.

As soon as I touch her stomach, she gets jumpy.

She tries to turn, wanting me to fuck her from behind.

My hands grab her hips and I hold her where I want her.

"No, sweetie," I say to her. "Like this."

She blushes and grabs for the sheets on my bed.

"It's okay, Shelby," I say. "You're fucking beautiful. I'm so fucking mad at you. But you're so fucking beautiful."

I then scoop Shelby up off my bed, literally.

I hold her against me like a lion with fresh prey.

I pull the top sheet down and place her head on the pillows on my bed.

When I join her in the bed, I step out of my jeans and climb under the covers.

I'm between her legs.

My cock pulsing at the feel of her heat.

My right hand touches her face for a moment.

"I never meant for it…"

Her voice is like a whisper.

I don't respond but instead give her my cock.

I thrust. Deep.

Her back arches again, pressing against me. She claws at my back, cries out, and then turns her head, wanting to bite at a pillow.

I hold myself deep, feeling her throbbing and writhing.

I then pull myself back. Slowly. Inch by inch. Her warm sheathe is pulling at me, not wanting me to move.

Then I thrust again.

I fuck.

I find my rhythm just like that.

I take her slow. But I fuck her hard.

Thrust after thrust, wanting to hate her. Wanting to live in the anger forever.

I know that I can't.

But I sure as fuck can try.

My lips touch hers. Our noses attempt to flirt with one another.

I'm thrusting harder now, making it impossible to just stop and kiss.

So it's messy. It's flirty.

Her eyes meet my eyes.

Her hips start to wiggle. "Faust… I never stopped loving you…"

The words slip from her mouth so easily.

I respond back with a heavy grunt as my cock begins to pulse inside her.

Filling her as I lower my mouth down to her right breast. I engulf her into my mouth, my tongue savoring the feel of her knotted nipple. She grabs for my head and begins to cry out.

She's coming too…

Together under the covers, we thrust, pulse, fuck, and orgasm together.

We're hot and sweaty. We take deep breaths.

But I can't just let this all go.

Especially after what she just said.

What do I do? Tell her I love her too. Are you fucking kidding me right now? After all of this…

I pull my mouth from her breast and kiss up her chest to her neck.

That's where I stop.

I ease my body away from hers.

I slip out of the bed as though Shelby's asleep and I'm sneaking out so we don't have to see each other ever again.

Shelby stares at me as I walk to my gym bag on my dresser. I grab a clean pair of gym shorts and leave the bedroom.

I leave my own bedroom.

With a woman in my bed.

Where to now, Faust? I ask myself.

What am I going to do next?

I know what I want.

It's the same as it's been from the moment I met her at that dumb dinner party when I was there as some wannabe rich kid and she was there as a poor girl helping her mother with a catering gig.

All I've ever wanted… is Shelby…