He was losing his mind, maybe so drunk he didn’t even know what in the hell he was talking about. Maybe this was what he said to all the girls he screwed?

  Does it matter? Just let him make you feel good.

  He pulled out and thrust hard into her again, and a cry of pleasure left her. He gripped a chunk of her hair, tilted her head back, and gently bit the side of her neck.

  “Does that scare you?” His words sounded dangerous, but so hot, too. “Answer me, baby.” Another hard push into her and she was forced to tighten her fingers in his massive biceps and hold on.

  “No, you don’t scare me.” Not at the moment he didn’t. At the moment she wanted to feel nothing but mind-altering pleasure that would cancel out the fact her life sucked at the moment.

  He stopped thrusting and leaned back slightly. “You should be afraid, Shoshanna.”

  Maybe she should have been, but the truth was he turned her on, and the danger he evinced had this arousal pumping through her veins like an intoxicating concoction. She braced her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips in time with his powerful pumping.

  “Damn, baby.” He started moving faster, and right when she would have come he pulled out.

  For a moment Shoshanna was stunned speechless. Had he really just stopped when she was so close, when the precipice of finding that complete bliss was at her fingertips? Surely he had to get off, too, wanted to just as badly as she did. She lifted her head to stare at him from between her legs.

  Toby’s erection jutted forward, and the indentation of the piercing at the tip of his shaft was visible. The thickness of the hoop and ball that kept it in place was impressive.

  He gripped the root of his shaft, breathed out heavily, and stared at her pussy.

  “I want to take you from behind, baby.” He didn’t smile, didn’t move, and just continued to stare at her. “I want to see your ass shake when I fuck you. I want to see how wide your pussy stretches around my cock.”

  She was flipped over then, braced her hands and knees on the mattress, and stared at him from over her shoulder. He still gripped himself, but now he took his free hand and ran it over his mouth, back and forth, as he stared at her ass.

  He moved closer, so close that his body heat made her feel like a fire surrounded them.

  Placing the tip of his erection at the opening of her pussy once more, she expected him to slam inside of her, but he didn’t, and instead gripped her waist, groaned deeply, and pushed back into her slow and easy.

  Over and over he pulled out and pushed back in, never increasing his speed, but making sure to fill her completely and thoroughly. She ached for more, needed it as fiercely as she knew he could give.

  She still stared at him over her shoulder, watched as his throat worked when he swallowed, and knew he was holding back.

  He was nearly out of her body, his cockhead poised right the entrance of her pussy, and then he slammed into her so much harder than before. Toby curled his fingers into her belly, and shoved back into her hard again.

  “Oh, God.” She closed her eyes as a ripple of pleasure passed through her. He did it again and again, keeping a bruising grip on her as he pounded into her already deliciously sore pussy.

  She was so close to getting off again, but before she could take matters into her own hands and touch herself Toby was reaching lower until he could rub her clit with his finger.

  He had the swollen bundle of tissue between his finger and thumb, and pinched hard enough that her eyes watered and her orgasm crashed into her. The fact she could feel his piercing pressing against hidden nerves had her pleasure peaking to a volcanic level, and she bit her lip to hold off from screaming out for more.

  The tangy, metallic flavor of blood filled her mouth as she punctured her lip with her teeth. What Toby was doing to her at this moment couldn’t be called anything but fucking her raw.

  Her breasts shook from the force of his thrusts, and the sound of their damp skin slapping together filled her ears.

  He grunted and growled behind her like some kind of feral animal. With one ear-splitting groan and then grunt he buried the full length of his shaft inside of her and came.

  When his body was no longer taut he covered her back with his chest, his warm, humid breath coasting along her nape, and his sweat slicked skin pressing to hers.

  They fell to the side at the same time, and Toby immediately curled his arms around her and brought her back to his solid chest. She was too drunk from the alcohol still, and now too high from the euphoria moving through her, so all she wanted to do was sleep.

  But before she let the darkness take her away she felt his shaft softening inside of her, and the warm fluid of his cum slipping from her pussy.

  And then she realized she had made a huge error in judgment, because she had just let Toby fuck her without any protection, and his cum was currently making a wet spot on the bed beneath her.

  10

  The sound of someone inhaling close to her ear had Shoshanna slowly opening her eyes. The sun was bright, shone right through the open window, and she groaned softly.

  Her head pounded horribly, a stale taste filled her mouth, and she had a heavy weight covering her side.

  What in the hell.

  It took her only a moment to realize where she was, and what had happened last night. Pushing herself up caused another groan to spill from her lips, but it also had her stomach roiling with distaste. God, she had been so drunk.

  “It’s too early for you to be getting up.” The deep voice from right behind her had Shoshanna looking over her shoulder to stare at Toby.

  His short dark hair was mussed around his head, his eyes were closed, and his naked chest was on full display. The sheet was bunched around his waist, the bulge at his crotch impressive, and the fact he was hard turned her on instantly.

  She turned her gaze away from the massive erection he sported and looked down at her chest. Damn, her entire upper body was visible because of the sheet around her hips, and on top of that the natural light of the sun poured in. That kind of light was not good for a woman.

  God.

  She grabbed the blanket that had fallen on the ground and tried to wrap herself up as best as she could. She might be more confident than she was back in high school, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t self-conscious of a man seeing her naked.

  And not just any man, but the second guy she had slept with, and Toby-freaking-Mason.

  “A little late for you to be hiding that sweet fucking body, baby,” he said with his eyes still closed. When he rolled onto his back and placed an arm over his face, she took in the sight of his six-pack, of his defined pecs and bulging biceps, and could have just leaned down and licked every inch of him.

  Yeah, Shoshanna remembered everything, because no matter how much she’d drunk last night, it didn’t erase the memories of Toby using her body like he owned it. And damn had he owned it, every freaking part of it. She was sore between her thighs, and a pleasant discomfort and twinge when she moved said that she’d been fucked good and hard by someone that knew what they were doing.

  The stickiness between her legs didn’t go unnoticed, but the pounding in her skull and the nauseous feeling in her abdomen took the front seat right away.

  “Can I use your bathroom?” she asked, closing her eyes as a particularly strong thumping started in her head.

  “Yeah, baby,” he said in a sleepy voice, and she didn’t let it go to her head that he had called her that endearment. She grabbed her glasses, which were on the bedside table. Shoshanna didn’t even remember setting them there let alone taking them off, but was thankful she did because she’d be blind without them.

  She got off the bed, grabbed her clothes from the floor, well, the ones she could find, and left the room. Shoshanna made her way past the bathroom and to the living room where she found another article of her clothing.

  She kept the blanket wrapped around her and made her way back down the hallway. The house was small, with only two bedrooms and a bathroom. She might have been drunk on lust and booze last night, but she’d noticed some things.

  After heading into the bathroom and closing the door, she looked around. It was small, but clean, had an array of manly looking things on the counter and lining the lip of the tub.

  It smelled like Toby, and memories of what they’d done last night, of how their skin had been sweaty and pressed together, played through her mind. She let the blanket fall from her body and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

  There were small bruises on her hips, and when she looked down she saw there were fingerprint sized blue and purple marks on her thighs as well. The sight of those had her pussy becoming wet, but then she felt the discomfort between her legs once more.

  Everything came crashing back regarding the moment right before she passed out.

  “Oh God. He came inside me.” She started to freak out. Not only was she not on any birth control, but she also didn’t know how safe Toby had been with his past sexual partners. She was clean given the fact she had only been with one man, besides Toby, and then afterward had been so freaked out she’d gotten tested.

  Shoshanna started to sweat and quickly got dressed.

  She needed to talk this out with him, needed to tell him that she wasn’t on the pill and what they had done was so irresponsible. After she washed her face she found some ibuprofen and mouthwash in the medicine cabinet.

  Putting on her clothes with a horrendous headache was a bitch, but it got worse when she couldn’t find her panties.

  “Screw it” she muttered to herself and finished getting dressed. After taking a few of the pills and then rinsing her mouth out, she grabbed the bottle of pain relievers and headed back into the bedroom. He was still lying in the same position, his arm still over his eyes.

  But when he heard her enter he pushed himself up and grinned. His muscles flexed and bunched, and when he lowered his gaze up and down her body she lit up instantly.

  “You look better in the morning light for sure.” He lay back down, placed his arms behind his head, and grinned at her.

  Damn, he was a very fine specimen of the male form, and with the sleepy, disheveled look he had going on she could almost imagine that this wouldn’t end with her never seeing him again. But of course that wasn’t the reality.

  She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and cleared her throat.

  “Thank you,” she said softly. “But we should probably talk about last night, and the fact we didn’t use any protection.”

  He pushed himself up on the bed again, this serious look on his face. “Fuck, no we didn’t.” Toby turned and stared out the window, ran a hand over his face, and breathed. “Fuck.”

  Yeah, she couldn’t have said it better herself.

  11

  He was a damn fool with a hard-on for a woman he’d known practically his whole life. He looked at Shoshanna again, knowing that the night before had been the best sex he’d ever had, even though he had been drunk as fuck.

  The fact was she thought he hadn’t noticed her back in the day, or even before he had talked to her for the first time really their senior year.

  He had noticed her, had seen how much better she was than him, how gorgeous and smart she was. The fact was he had been one cocky ass motherfucker that had thought about football and pussy. He hadn’t accidently run into her that day in the hallway.

  There had been a lot he had wanted to say to her, but then Marilyn had shown up, who had been one of the biggest mistakes he’d ever made.

  He stared at her, wishing he had been more responsible, but he didn’t want to fuck things up with her. “I’m clean, Shoshanna.” He’d never been with a woman unprotected, even if he did have the reputation of being a man-whore, which he hated being referred to as.

  Yeah, he’d been with his fair share of women, but it wasn’t like he had a female in his bed every other night. He found company at times, because he was alone in Silver Springs now, and loneliness could eat a man alive.

  “I’ve always used protection with a woman.”

  Shoshanna moved toward him, sat on the edge of the bed, and breathed out. “Except me.” She looked at him. “And I’m not on the pill.”

  His heart started beating a little faster at that, because this was not something he’d thought about in the heat of the moment, or when he had been drunk. The fact was all he’d been thinking about was being with Shoshanna, touching her lush, curvy body, and finally sampling all that the good girl had to offer.

  Before he could respond, say something that wouldn’t make this situation even more fucked, his cell went off.

  He got off the bed, grabbed his boxers and slipped them on before heading to his dresser for his phone. He saw his mother’s number on the screen, knitting his brows because it was early as hell for her to be calling.

  This knot in his stomach formed.

  “Hey, Mom.” Since his mother had moved to Utah a few years back to relocate with his father, Toby had been alone in Silver Springs. It got lonely at times, but his job was here, his friends that he hung out with when they had time, and he wouldn’t move just to have to start over again. This was his home and had been for his entire life.

  “Toby,” his mother said, and it sounded like she was crying.

  He glanced at Shoshanna and saw her watching him. He held up a finger for her to give him a minute. “Mom, what’s wrong?” He left the bedroom, feeling his heart start to race, his palms sweat, and this dread filling him.

  “It’s your father.” She sniffed. “He’s had a heart attack and passed away.”

  Toby stared at the wall, and continued to hear his mother say those words over and over again. Although he should feel some kind of remorse, sadness, even pain, all he felt was this emptiness. “I’m coming now.” He hung up the phone and continued to stare at the wall, thinking about the fucked-up childhood he’d had thanks to his old man.

  “Toby, is everything okay?”

  He turned and stared at Shoshanna, wishing that he’d gotten this call when she wasn’t here, because this made this shitty situation even worse. He just wanted to bask in the aftereffects of being with her, of feeling things for her he’d never felt in his life. Toby turned and faced her. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap and her nervousness tangible.

  No doubt she could see how he stood there still as stone, tense with the anger he felt emitting from him. Hell, he felt like he would combust at any minute from what he felt.

  “My dad passed away.” He stared at her and watched as her eyes widened. “That was my mother.” He leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms, staring at the floor.

  “I’m so sorry. You must be crushed.” Her voice was genuine, her emotions full and loving, but he felt nothing for what had happened.

  “I don’t feel anything but this emptiness,” he said without emotion.

  “That’s understandable,” she said.

  He shook his head. “No, I mean I feel nothing for his death. He was a bastard.”

  “Oh,” Shoshanna said in a softer voice. They stayed silent for a moment, and then she breathed out and said, “Well, I’m sorry about that, too.”

  He stared at her knowing this woman was one of a kind, but also realizing that he didn’t deserve her. He’d been a piece of shit his entire life, taking what was offered to him because he could, and not caring about anything that didn’t have to do with his end result.

  What a bastard he’d been. After senior year she had gone off to college, and he had immersed himself in work, climbing the ranks of the construction company he was affiliated with, and where he was now the foreman.

  He worked hard, made an honest living, and although he wasn’t the same asshole he’d been in high school, he was far from a good guy.

  But looking at Shoshanna made him want to be a better person, had made him feel that way back in senior year.

  He wanted to strive like she had in her life, and it made him hate the reputation he had for being a bad boy.

  12

  One week later

  Toby felt like he was suffocating in this black suit. He stood under the awning that covered his father’s gravesite. The air was humid and warm because of the heat and rain, and the sound of hushed murmurs and sorrowful cries filled his head.

  These people didn’t know how Robert Mason really was, not unless they had lived under the same roof as the drunken man.

  Robert had liked to come home and take down a twelve pack of beer, liked to start shit with his wife and son because he hated his job, his life, and had no one else to take out that anger on.

  Robert Mason had liked beating his son, verbally abusing his wife, and slapping her around because he was a worthless piece of shit human that should never have had a family.

  Standing between his mother and grandmother, Toby listened to them sniff out their sadness. How could his mom mourn the death of a man who had tormented her for years? Did she not feel any relief that her nightmare was finally over?

  He looked at his mother, the shell of a woman she used to be before she was hit every day, emotionally and verbally cut down, and tried to save her son who was caught in it all.

  God, his childhood had been filled with a lot of anger and fear on his part, and it hadn’t been until he was old enough to fight back that he finally put a stop to his father’s tirades.

  But as he stared at his mother, saw her red-rimmed eyes, the tears that streamed down her face, he knew this was all she had ever known. That was why she’d stayed, even though Toby had told her to leave, to live with him in Silver Springs.

  He shoved his hands in his pockets and felt nothing as he stared at the coffin that held his father’s corpse. Robert’s heart had just exploded in his chest, stopped working because of the years of drinking and stress he’d put on his body.

  The priest softly spoke, reading from his black leather-bound Bible.