I place her hand on my racing heart. “This is why. You feel it? Do you think I wanted this to happen? Never in a million years, but it did, and now I’m not leaving without you. If it takes forever, then forever it is. Because you are mine and I am yours.” I want to shake her, make that haunted look go away.

Her warm hand stays on my chest. The room is thick with our energy and pain, but more than that, I feel us, smell us…

“I need to go. I can’t do—”

Suddenly a ringing sound comes from her bag. I almost take it and smash it, but something tells me that won’t help me, so I clear my throat and back away.

“Go.” I force myself to walk over to the window. This is the first time in my life that I haven’t been able to talk my way out of whatever needed to be fixed. I turn, watching her grab her purse from the bed and walk to door.

“Raven? I meant what I said. I’m not leaving.” My eyes lock with hers.

She cocks her head. “It’s too late, Mr. Powers. I’ll never be able to forget that you fucked my mother and that other woman.”

I stare at her eyes, wondering if I should tell her the truth. Nah, she thinks the worst, not that I can blame her.

“It’s never too late.” I take a breath.

Her phone starts ringing again, and she looks down at her purse, then at me.

“For us, it is.” Then she opens the door and I watch her leave, hearing her answer the phone.

“Fuck.” I sit on the edge of the bed, then flop back and stare at the ceiling. “Do not go after her. You need to give her time,” I grumble, rubbing my face, smelling her delicious cunt.

“Fuck this.” I reach down inside my boardshorts, grab my thick, hard cock, and stroke it.

This was not how any of this was supposed to go. But I’m wound up too tight to think straight.

I jerk my shorts down and close my eyes. My breathing picks up while I jack myself off, hard, fast. And there she is, my Lolita. I grunt, envisioning her. Those beautiful lips open as her eyes dip to watch me pleasure myself.

“Yeah,” I hiss as my hand picks up speed, and the need to come overtakes me. Licking my lips, I taste her cum.

“Fuck…” My body tightens as I let it build. “Raven,” I call out. Hot sperm pulses out of me onto my stomach. I don’t move, just stay still, letting my breathing return to normal. I consider my next move.

With a groan, I stand, pulling my shorts up and walking into the bathroom to clean the sperm off my chest, barely looking at myself in the mirror.