Chapter Twenty-Eight

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Vaughn

" W here are we going?" She asks, even though her eyes are covered with a bandana.

Since she made the police report, things have been a little tense. We've moved from her apartment over Get Baked to my house, and we've been trying to figure out where we go from here. Her uncle was arrested and now we're waiting to see if charges are brought. The only thing we do know is this isn't the end, it's only the beginning.

The fact that she trusts me with this after everything she's been through never fails to humble me. "You'll see."

"We walked a mile into the forest and then I let you blindfold me. I think that says more about me than it does about you." Val laughs. "I trust you more than I probably should."

I never want her to think that trust has been misplaced. "I'll never take it for granted. Okay you're going to go up a few steps here, it's a ladder." I get behind her and put her hands on the sides, showing her where she needs to grip.

Once we get up, I take the blindfold off. "Where are we?" She questions, looking around, her eyes trying to adjust to the light.

"The train trestle." I give her a grin.

"Are we going to put our initials in a heart?" She squeals. "I never thought I'd be able to do that. I can't wait. If we're going to do that, then you're assuming we're going to be together next year."

"Val, I'm assuming we're going to be together forever."

She hugs me tightly, holding on for dear life. I love this woman with every single beat of my heart. "I am too."

As we walk up and down the trestle, we find a piece of metal that's clear enough so that we can put our mark there. "Look, it's Abel and Kara." I point to our friends.

"Let's put it near them, I feel like that's a good omen."

I agree. Now that we've got a spot, I pull out the knife I've had since I was a teenager and start carving out a heart.

"Thanks for today." She whispers as we lay in bed later that night. "It was much needed. Being with you, out in nature, and putting our initials there? It was everything I ever hoped it would be, after you explained it to me."

"I'm glad. I want to have all of these experiences with you, want to be the man you deserve, desperately need to show you what you've been missing." I reach in, cup her face with my hands, and lean forward. I don't kiss her, not yet. I look at her, notice that her green eyes dilate as she waits for me to make a move. Her breathing speeds up, she licks her lips, her pink tongue sneaking out and leaving a trail of moisture. One of my hands travels back to the nape of her neck, grabbing with enough force to show her I'm in charge of this, but not with enough that it will hurt her. There's a flash of interest when I squeeze tight. Maybe one day we'll be able to explore whatever that is. Bringing my chin up a small amount, I rub my nose against hers for a fraction of a second before I pull back slightly. She chases me, and that's when I know we're on the same page.

Finally leaning the entire way in, letting her take my body weight, my lips capture hers. It's a slow kiss, akin to two teenagers fucking for the first time. No tongue at first, we learn how to tilt our heads just right, then we share a breath as we open our mouths. For long minutes we kiss like this, getting to know one another - me taking what she's offering, but not asking for more. Then I feel the change in both of us. She opens her mouth a little farther, a little wider, and that's when I sneak the tip of my tongue in, tasting, remembering how she lingered there after our time together. Her fingers grab at my t-shirt, pulling it up so that my stomach is slightly exposed.

With slight pressure, I push her mouth closer to mine, let my tongue explore, taste every inch, and once that's not enough, I push my fingers up slightly, gripping the strands of hair between them, pulling slightly so that I expose Val's neck. I don't stop, don't take a second as I smear my lips to the left, moving down past her jawline, along the strong column of her throat. She moans, digging her nails into the skin she's exposed, pressing her core tighter against me, rocking to a rhythm only the two of us hear. She moans, digging her nails into the skin she's exposed, pressing her core tighter against me, rocking to a rhythm only the two of us hear. My teeth nip her skin, my mouth sucks, hopefully marking it for anyone who happens to look. She's thrusting against my body, and my cock. Fuck, my cock hurts as it strains against my sweatpants. I haven't felt this way since I was a teenager, uncomfortably turned on by a girl in gym class who massaged my neck.

"Vaughn, that feels good," she moans as she tilts her head this way and that, always giving me new skin to mark, to explore. I could lay here all night, explore every inch. I know without a doubt it won't ever be enough.

Finally I break my lips from her skin, going back to her mouth. Her thighs tighten around my waist, squeezing. My palms cup her ass as I hold onto her, somehow navigating so that I push myself up to lean against the headboard.

I bring her over my waist, letting her straddle my hips, and now, the make out session gets serious. We break apart when her fingers grasp the edges of my t-shirt, pulling it up and over my head. I do the same with the shirt she wears, moaning when I feel her bare skin against the calloused tips of my fingers and palms. Val is soft and untouched from so much of the bad in the world. She cleanses my soul every time she runs her hands against my skin. It's like she's picking up all the shit I've dealt with, all the disappointment, and replacing it with the good that I sometimes can't see.

"Vaughn, please," she gasps out, and even though I don't necessarily know what she's asking for, I vow to give her whatever I can.

Going to the tie of her pajama shorts, I loosen it and pull the material down as far as I can, while her lips and teeth suck and bite on my earlobe. "Fuck." I let the word fall from between my lips. Let my hips push up against her hot middle, searching for some way to satisfy the desire I have to plunge so deep inside her there's no telling where I begin and she ends.

"Oh yes." She bites at the column of my throat when I sneak my hands in the back of her jeans, pushing them down as far as I can. I grasp the globes of her ass before letting go and shoving one palm into the back of her panties. She lifts up on her knees, and given the position we're in, it's easy for me to reach her clit from behind. "Shiiitttt," she moans the word out in one long syllable as my index finger goes right where she needs it. It's the first time I've ever heard her cuss, and a part of me shines with pride.

Moisture has gathered at her center, enough so that I can slick two fingers against her skin and slightly begin to push them between the folds of her pussy. "Don't stop," she begs as I take my free hand, and move it to the front of her body. My eyes meet hers as I take her nipple between my teeth, sucking harshly, biting a little, just to see what she really likes. She goes crazy in my lap, thrusting against my cock.

"Not gonna stop," I promise as I situate myself enough so that I can push my long legs out in front of me, to give me just a little bit more room to work.

Her hands start playing against my stomach, rubbing against the muscles there, causing me to sweat, forcing me to gust out bursts of air to try and keep from fucking nutting in my boxer briefs. The way she's grinding against me, completely letting go of her inhibitions are enough to make me crazy. The shaking fingers of her hands fumble with the button of my jeans and when she finally gets it undone, I moan with relief. "Push 'em down, Val, pull me out. Fuck."

She does what I ask, lifting up even farther on her knees. Somehow, I stay with her, not letting up on what it is I'm doing to her body. When she gets my cock out of my boxer briefs, I groan loudly, thankful to finally have some room.

"Stop," she whispers, and just like that I don't do anything.

Then she lifts off of me, taking her sleep shorts completely off, and then straddles me again. This time, she moves the soaked cotton panel of her underwear to the side and takes the tip of my dick, rubbing against it, getting both her and me off. We grind against each other, kissing, licking, scratching, sucking, doing whatever we can to help make the experience better. Just as I'm sure I can't take anymore, we both come against one another. She gasps against my ear, this hot intake of breath with a surprised squeal that will likely do it for me every fucking time.

The moan torn from my throat is one of complete and utter depletion and the realization that nothing will ever be the same again, and there's no way I'd want it to.